Unexpectedly, the old monk was actually a sword cultivator and was very skilled in controlling the flying sword. Otherwise, he would not have attracted all the attention of the middle-aged demon cultivator. "Master, I killed this demon cultivator. All the spoils on his body should belong to me!" Qinghui stepped forward, picked up the ghost flag of the demon cultivator, held it in his arms like a treasure, and said to the old monk with a smile.

"Alas, I've told you so many times that ghost cultivation is not a good choice. It's easy to be led into the devil's way!" The old monk said with a trace of sorrow on his face: "Master, although my strength is low, I am also a member of the orthodox Xuanmen. There are so many paths in Xuanmen, which one is not better than the ghost path? But you want to take the ghost path..."

Qinghui sighed inwardly. If his apostle profession was not a ghost tamer, he would really like to change his practice method, such as the sword-controlling technique that the old monk just performed.

Just wanting to give up the ghost path, for Qing Hui, is tantamount to reincarnation and cultivation, which is full of difficulties. Whether he can reach his current level of cultivation is still unknown;

"Master, since I have chosen to embark on the path of the ghost, I will not change it. I will definitely go on with it unwaveringly!" Qinghui said with determination.

"Oh, well, if I succeed in the way of ghosts in the future, I will have the opportunity to go to the underworld and become a ghost messenger. At that time, I may have the opportunity to become a king-level strongman!" The old monk shook his head.

"Hehe, Master, if you want a king-level expert, I have one right here!" Qinghui took out the Bagua formation plate with a smile.

At this time, some fine cracks had appeared on the surface of the Bagua formation plate, and wisps of black ghostly energy seeped out from the cracks.

"Although your treasure is extraordinary, I'm afraid it won't be able to trap the Ghost King for long!" the old monk shook his head.

"That's why I want this ghost flag!" Qing Hui smiled and held the ghost flag in his hand, carefully feeling the restrictions within the ghost flag;

"Forty-eight restrictions, as expected, this ghost banner is a Dao-level treasure!" Qinghui showed a brilliant smile on her face. It was not easy at all. Since entering this Dao secret realm, she finally obtained a Dao-level treasure.

However, the Ghost King may break free at any time, and these forty-eight restrictions cannot be broken in a short time. If these restrictions cannot be broken, Qinghui will not be able to control the Ghost Banner. Thinking of this, Qinghui couldn't help but reveal a trace of difficulty on his face.

"Forget it, give me this ghost flag, and I will break the restriction for you." The old monk seemed to see what Qinghui was thinking. He shook his head and reached out to take the ghost flag.

This is a Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. Its quality is much higher than the Hundred Ghosts Banner and the Thousand Ghosts Banner. It is even a treasure that can seal the Ghost King. It is simply incomparable to the other two.

The surface of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner was constantly flashing with black light, and a series of "crackling" sounds were heard from within the Banner;

After a while, the old monk showed a tired look on his face. He handed the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner to Qinghui and said, "Okay, I have broken all the restrictions in this Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. There are some minor damages, but it only needs to be nurtured for a few days."

"Thank you, Master!" Qinghui couldn't wait to imprint his mind on the core of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. From that moment on, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner truly belonged to him.

Poof~ The next moment, the Bagua array suddenly exploded, and countless black smoke poured out of the array like a tornado, accompanied by bursts of shrill screams. The ghost king stared at Qinghui's face with his red eyes! "I hate others to lock me up the most!" The ghost king opened his mouth and roared at Qinghui, and the strong wind blew in his face, as if a 12-level typhoon had blown up; at this moment, Qinghui suddenly smiled and showed the ghost king the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner in his hand; in an instant, the wind was calm, and the ghost king completely restrained himself, hugged his shoulders with his hands, like a little girl who was suddenly frightened, staring at Qinghui blankly, and there was silence all around, and the scene of the typhoon swept by before disappeared in an instant.

"You, you killed him?" the Ghost King asked cautiously.

"Haha, yes!" Qing Hui smiled and nodded, "It was during the time when I trapped you in the Bagua formation!"

After saying that, Qing Hui glanced at the ground. Some broken pieces of the formation disk were scattered all over the ground. Qing Hui said with regret: "What a pity for my immortal-level treasure!"

"I, I can compensate you!" the Ghost King said quickly.

"Okay!" Qing Hui smiled and nodded, "Then compensate me with you."

The Ghost King's face changed drastically, and he wanted to escape by escaping. Qinghui gently shook the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, and a strong suction force came from the Banner. The Ghost King had no power to resist, and his body twisted and deformed, like smoke, and was sucked into the Banner.

The Ghost King's core is held in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, and it is impossible for it to escape. Now that the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner is under Qinghui's control, he only needs a thought to shatter the Ghost King's core and kill him. No matter where the Ghost King escapes to, Qinghui can bring him back with a thought.

"Qinghui, with this ghost king as your helper, your master will feel at ease when you travel the world alone in the future!" The old monk smiled at Qinghui.

"I would also like to thank Master for his help, otherwise Qinghui would not be where she is today!" Qinghui said respectfully.

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"Haha, all right, let's clean up here and continue on our way!" The old monk said, "If you want to cultivate the 'Silent Destruction of Ghosts', you must climb the Infinite Peak and pass the test before you can truly cultivate this great Dao-level technique!"

Qinghui's heart was burning, this was a Dao-level technique. Only the Baimai Sect could possess Dao-level techniques. In other words, only about a hundred sects had Dao-level techniques. For someone like him who came from a weak sect, it was simply a fantasy to obtain Dao-level techniques. However, he did not expect to get clues about Dao-level techniques in this Dao secret realm. This was why Qinghui was willing to worship this old monk as his teacher.

"This is a great Dao-level technique. If I can obtain it, my sect will have a chance to compete for the position of the Hundred Meridians in the future!" Qinghui said secretly.

After the master and disciple had buried all the bodies in the small fishing village, burned the corpse of the demon cultivator and eliminated the remaining demonic energy, they continued to fly towards the direction of the Infinite Peak.

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