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

Chapter 1371

Qin He grabbed Long Qingyun by the back of his collar, his figure sweeping across the sea like an ink line.

The salty sea breeze whipped up waves that crashed against the rocks and broke into white foam. Occasionally, his toes would touch the crest of a wave, kicking up a string of water droplets that were instantly blown away by the rushing air currents.

Long Qingyun's withered body swayed in the wind, his last breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, each breath accompanied by a broken, hoarse sound.

Half a day later, Qin He landed in an abandoned mountain cave.

The cave is dry and sheltered from the wind, with a layer of white frost on the stone walls, giving it a natural coolness.

He threw Long Qingyun to the ground, where the latter rolled twice like a bundle of dry firewood, lying motionless with sunken eyes, unable to even lift them.

Qin He bent down, took out a porcelain bottle from his storage bag, and poured out three pills of different colors.

The crimson Qi-replenishing pill, the turquoise pulse-regenerating pill, and the golden-glowing Yuan-stabilizing pill are all precious items for healing injuries and prolonging life.

He grabbed Long Qingyun's chin, forcibly pried open his tightly closed mouth, stuffed all the pills inside, and then poured in a wisp of demonic energy to force the pills to dissolve.

The power of the pill flowed down his throat, and Long Qingyun's withered chest rose and fell slightly. His breath, which had been almost stopped, gradually became steady, and even a faint glimmer appeared in his eye sockets.

He caught his breath, struggled to lift his head, and looked at Qin He with eyes full of resentment, yet also with a hint of despair on the verge of death.

"What do you want if you don't want me to die?" Long Qingyun's voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded. Before Qin He could speak, he interrupted, "But I advise you to save your energy, hmph."

Qin He squatted down, looking at him calmly: "It's good that you know. Tell me, and I might let you die a quicker death."

"happy?"

Long Qingyun suddenly chuckled, the dry, grating sound aggravating his chest injury, causing him to cough violently. "You and I are sworn enemies. My current predicament is all your fault. Why should I answer your questions?"

He raised his withered hand, pointed at Qin He's nose, his eyes full of mockery: "You think you can bribe me with a few pills? How can you, a demon, tarnish the integrity of a Saint Realm cultivator?"

Qin He's tone suddenly turned cold: "Integrity? In the face of absolute power, integrity is worthless. Besides, death is never the end."

A wisp of black demonic energy flickered at his fingertips, circulating in his palm and emanating a chilling aura: "I know many methods that can make life worse than death, a hundred times more painful than the soul being scattered. Do you want to try?"

Long Qingyun's expression changed slightly, but he still stubbornly insisted: "I have spent my life in the shadows, and I have long since disregarded life and death. Now that I am unable to live, if I can simply pass away peacefully, that would be quite satisfying. Show me what you've got. If I even frown, you'll be considered the winner!"

Qin He fell silent.

Only Long Qingyun's heavy breathing remained in the cave. The white frost on the stone walls seemed to have thickened, and the air was filled with the fragrance of elixirs and a faint smell of blood.

After a moment, Qin He slowly raised his hand.

In the palm of his hand, a small, jet-black banner quietly appeared.

The banner was only about a foot long, and its surface was embroidered with a blood-red ancient character for "demon," which was bared and clawed, exuding a ferocious and eerie aura.

As soon as the black banner appeared, the temperature in the cave plummeted, the previously calm airflow became turbulent, and faint sounds of ghostly wails and wolf howls emanated from the banner, sending chills down one's spine.

Long Qingyun's gaze fell on the Black Demon Banner, his pupils contracted sharply, and his previously mocking expression instantly twisted as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He trembled violently, his withered fingers gripping the rubble on the ground so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"This is... the Black Demon Banner!" he screamed, his voice filled with horror and disbelief. "You actually possess such an evil object! You are a complete and utter demon!"

Qin He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm: "Thank you for the compliment."

Before he finished speaking, demonic energy surged at his fingertips, and the Black Demon Banner suddenly swelled, transforming into a giant banner over ten feet tall. The banner surface shimmered with blood-red light, and a powerful suction force burst forth from it.

"No! You dare!"

Long Qingyun's face turned deathly pale as he desperately channeled the last of his Saintly Origin into his body, trying to resist the suction force. "I am a half-Saint, how dare you, with your evil banner, bind my soul!"

His resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

The suction force of the Black Demon Banner grew stronger and stronger, and Long Qingyun's body began to fly uncontrollably toward the banner. A faint white light emanated from his withered body, which was his soul being forcibly stripped away.

"You'll die a horrible death!" Long Qingyun roared, his eyes filled with despair and resentment. "Even as a ghost, I'll haunt you!"

Qin He's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and slapped Long Qingyun in the chest.

With a muffled thud, Long Qingyun's physical body shattered like a broken terracotta figurine, instantly disintegrating into pieces, with blood, flesh, and bone fragments splattering onto the stone wall. Freed from the constraints of his physical body, a wisp of pale golden soul was violently pulled out by the suction force of the Black Demon Banner, transforming into a stream of light that entered the banner.

The blood-red light on the banner intensified, and the wailing of ghosts and wolves grew even more mournful.

"You demon! I curse you to never be reincarnated!"

"Let me go! How dare you desecrate the very source of this sacred realm!"

"My ancestors and descendants of the Long family will surely grind your bones to dust!"

The venomous curses emanated from the black demon banner, rising and falling, but were firmly locked by the banner's restrictions, unable to break free.

Qin He raised his hand and the Black Demon Banner shrank to a mere inch, flying back into his palm.

He looked at the small banner trembling slightly in his palm, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

All that remained in the cave were broken flesh and blood and a strong smell of blood. The white frost on the stone walls was stained with blood droplets, spreading out in patches of dark red.

Qin He put the Black Demon Banner into his sleeve, turned around and walked out of the cave.

The sunlight outside was a bit dazzling, so he squinted and looked towards the distant horizon. Long Qingyun's soul was already within the banner; he wasn't worried about him not revealing the truth.

The low-level soul banner that Qin He had discarded as a reward back then would now come in so handy.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a terrifying magical artifact that strikes fear into the hearts of even the demonic path.