After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Qin He spoke, and the final word was given.

The Blood Crow Ancestor was well prepared and handed over all the items that had anything to do with the supernatural.

Among them is the blood cauldron, or should I say, the blood pool.

There are more than thirty items in total.

Qin He spread his hands and took them in front of him.

The vast majority of them are items that are imbued with spiritual energy. Some are weapons, and some are runes that seal spiritual powers. None of them have the function of spreading spiritual energy.

With a wave of his sleeves, these items turned into dust, and were then ignited by the Nanming Lihuo, burning without a trace, leaving no ashes.

In the end, all that was left was the pool of blood.

With a flick of his finger, the blood pool collapsed and black gas suddenly rose up. Endless wronged souls and evil spirits roared and screamed and rushed around.

In an instant, the entire Blood Crow ancestral land became a dark and haunted den.

"Still pretending to be innocent? Humph, there are at least 100,000 wronged souls here!" Lamborghini immediately shouted when he saw this.

Qin He narrowed his eyes. He naturally knew about the blood pool. Eighty percent of the reason he came here was because of this blood pool.

One hundred thousand wronged souls, stabbed in the back by the ancestors of the Blood Crow clan, have been trapped in the blood pool for who knows how many years, unable to escape or rest, and suffering endless pain at all times.

Qin He exhaled lightly, muttering something to himself. His whispers were like sighs from afar, or like he was telling some great secret of reincarnation. In mid-air, a glittering and colorful gate of guidance turned from illusion to reality, and the rosy clouds gave people an inexplicable sense of peace.

Peace, auspiciousness, everything, seemed to no longer be important.

The desires, greed, anger, ignorance and evil in the heart recede like the tide.

Only that guiding door has become the only yearning.

The Soul-Saving Sutra!

At the same time, golden light shone from Qin He's body, piercing through the thick ghost fog and illuminating all the wronged souls clearly.

In an instant, the hundred thousand evil spirits seemed to be frozen in place, black air gushed out, and they moved from reality to illusion, gradually becoming illusory.

The thick black gas disappeared into thin air three feet after leaving the body.

Wherever the golden light shone, the evil spirit lost its ferocity and returned to its original appearance, and its ferocious eyes gradually returned to their true nature.

This is a large army of spirit-killing soldiers. They are not elite, and it can even be said that they are of mixed quality, but their strength lies in their vast numbers.

This is a microcosm of the conquest of the supernatural in that era. There are no crushing battles, only endless bloody battles. The supernatural is endless, and only flesh and blood can build the Great Wall.

Qin He had no idea of ​​their achievements. Perhaps they had made great contributions, or perhaps they were just cannon fodder.

But none of this matters anymore. Those who slay the supernatural are the backbone of all living things.

The shining golden light not only purifies and saves, but also brings immeasurable merits.

It can help you transcend the sea of ​​suffering and be reincarnated.

One hundred thousand wronged souls woke up, bowed to Qin He and expressed their gratitude, then transformed into countless rays of light and sank into the Gate of Guidance.

In just a dozen breaths, it was all absorbed and disappeared.

One hundred thousand wronged souls were liberated and each went their own way in reincarnation.

But that’s not all. The Sutra of Saving Souls can save souls as well as people, even if your life span has not yet ended.

Qin He's thoughts gradually became more passionate, like a bow string trembling in the calm, and killing intent suddenly came.

Among the densely packed Blood Crow people kneeling in almost the entire ancestral land, suddenly, a terrifying scene occurred.

Thousands of them began to spontaneously combust without any warning.

The intense, bloody aura that had originally permeated them now seemed to be instantly ignited by a mysterious and terrifying force. The blazing flames mercilessly devoured their skin and bones, rapidly spreading.

In the blink of an eye, these people's bodies were completely engulfed in flames, the scorching heat burning them in excruciating pain. However, all this happened so quickly that they didn't even have time to make any more sounds, only short and shrill screams.

Then, with the last spark of fire extinguished, their figures completely disappeared, as if they had never existed. Only deathly silence and eerie tranquility remained on the entire ancestral land.

A small number of these blood crows have been contaminated by the supernatural, but most of them are plagued by the evil karma of blood refining.

What Qin He ignited was the evil karma in them.

The red lotus of karma burns the evil karma in the world. Even if these people have never been involved in the supernatural, it is not unfair to kill them.

As for the Blood Crow Ancestor, Qin He only gave him one option: "I will recruit you as the vanguard of the spirit-killing expedition, and I will do so until you die in battle."

The Blood Crow Patriarch trembled slightly, and after a moment's thought, he kowtowed and knelt, saying, "Thank you, Great Immortal, for forgiving my people. I will obey your orders."

The war in the Western Regions is over, but the war in other continents has just begun. Although the intensity is far less than that in the Western Regions, it is still extremely dangerous.

The so-called vanguard of the spirit-killing army is, to put it bluntly, cannon fodder.