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In the rear mountains of the imperial palace, it was already the second time Han Yan had visited this place. His figure flashed and he arrived at the top of the mountain peak. Looking at the Immortal Stage which was high up in the sky, the killing intent in Han Yan's eyes became even stronger. As he flew towards the immortal altar, a group of royalty quickly appeared and blocked his way out. Han Yan's face darkened, he did not waste any words, he raised his head and a gale technique appeared.

A gale blew by and all the cultivators were blown to the side, their faces as pale as paper.

Han Yan did not even look at it, suddenly speeding up, directly rushing towards the immortal foundation.

Seeing Han Yan flying over, Hei Shi was not surprised, instead, he thought that it was natural. With his left hand forming a hand seal, the mist in his right hand suddenly surged into Han Tianhe's spirit body. Han Tianhe's transparent spirit body suddenly became even more transparent, because he could not resist the intense pain, Han Tianhe let out a heart-wrenching scream, "I beg you, please kill me! Kill me! "

Hearing this voice, Han Yan's heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. Just as he was about to land on the immortal platform, he felt waves of intense pain in his mind, as if countless ants were biting at his soul. At this time, the spiritual energy in his body was in chaos, and his body was swaying in the air, ready to fall down at any moment.

Hei Shi's mouth revealed an excited smile, and laughed: "Brat, you still don't know how powerful the Blood Forbidden Technique is! The pain your father feels, you will feel it many times over. " At the same time, he admired Han Yan a little in his heart. An ordinary person would simply not be able to endure such pain for a Qi Refining Stage Cultivator.

Han Yan held his head, and screamed loudly, in incomparable pain. Because the flying sword beneath his feet had lost the input of his spiritual power, it had become dim and lifeless. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Han Yan suddenly raised his head, his red eyes suddenly turned into a red color, as red as blood. At the same time, the chaotic spiritual energy in his body recovered and entered the flying sword again.

Seeing Han Yan's blood-red eyes, Hei Shi's body trembled and subconsciously took a step back.

Zhu Hong, who was at the side, also opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help but exclaim: "He, he became a demon …."

Han Yan stared at Hei Shi with his blood-red eyes, he suddenly slapped towards the storage bag at his waist and a Glyph appeared in his hand, which he placed on his arm.

Hei Shi's face sank as he said in shock, "That's not right, he hasn't become a demon yet."

Zhu Hong's face was full of confusion. He asked in confusion, "He's already like this, and he still hasn't become a demon?"

According to common sense, if a person were to become like this, they would definitely become a devil. But all demons have one characteristic, and that is mental disorder. They just want to kill. However, Han Yan was different. Earlier, he did not charge crazily towards him, but slapped the storage bag at his waist. This explained one thing: Han Yan's consciousness was still very clear.

Just as Hei Shi was about to answer, Han Yan's figure that was floating in mid air, suddenly disappeared. Hei Shi cried out in alarm, "Not good!" With that, his figure flashed and appeared 100 feet away.

Zhu Hong's reaction was slow, just as he was about to ask Hei Shi what was wrong, he felt his body turn cold, and immediately turned around, only to see Han Yan standing behind him.

"You …" Zhu Hong opened his eyes wide, this Han Yan was just three hundred meters away just a moment ago, why did he suddenly appear behind him, and why did he appear so suddenly, he didn't even give off a single breath.

Han Yan raised his hand and suddenly pointed at Zhu Hong. His white light flashed and entered his body.

Zhu Hong's body trembled, and then he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His face immediately became pale, "You, you …" His body swayed, and with an expression of disbelief, he collapsed to the ground.

After killing Zhu Hong, Han Yan stared fixedly at him with his blood-red eyes, and said coldly: "The next one is you."

Hei Shi sucked in a cold breath of air at Han Yan's speed. He had already known that Han Yan was abnormal, but he never thought that he would be abnormal to such an extent. Hei Shi took a glance at the completely lifeless Zhu Hong, clenched his teeth, and pointed at the last gray dot within the Soul Calling Back Streamer, causing Han Yan's mother's spirit body to emerge. Just as Hei Shi wanted to grab hold of the spirit body, he saw white light flying towards him.

At the same time, the white light also flew between the two. In the next second, Han Yan appeared beside the Soul Calling Back Streamer, and without waiting for Hei Shi to use his technique, he grabbed onto the Black Banner, and poured a huge amount of spirit energy into it. Wang Xiujuan who was inside the Black Banner also opened his eyes. When he saw Han Yan, he immediately shouted, "Yan'er, quickly leave, they will kill you."

It is said that a child is a piece of the mother's heart, and so it is.

Wang Xiujuan's face was filled with anxiety, and shouted loudly: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and leave! "

Han Yan had been a good kid since he was young, and would always listen to his parents. This time, he was going to go against his mother's words, so he shook his head and said, "No, I can't leave." On the Black Banner, two spirit powers clashed, competing for the initiative. Although Hei Shi's cultivation was higher than Han Yan's, his spirit energy was not as pure as Han Yan's. In just a moment, he had lost.

However, the Soul Calling Back Streamer's master was still him, so Hei Shi continued to cast a few spells and ignored the situation, firmly suppressing the spirit energy that Han Yan channeled into the flag.

Han Yan's face darkened, he did not care about the spirit energy, he raised his right hand and pointed at Hei Shi.

Hei Shi knew how powerful the spiritual strength finger was, but with his cultivation, he was unable to resist it. As he dodged, he used some techniques on Han Tianhe, causing him to scream and scream in pain. Han Yan's body trembled, and he did not cover his head like he did before, but forcefully used the spiritual strength finger. The spirit energy in his body was in disorder, and the moment he unleashed the spiritual strength finger, he deviated slightly from the correct path and flew past Hei Shi.

Hei Shi's forehead was filled with cold sweat as he sucked in a cold breath of air. If the spiritual strength finger flew towards him, he would definitely die. Hei Shi's figure flashed as he floated several hundred meters away from Han Yan. Then, he said in a loud voice, "Han Yan, if you attack again, I will destroy your father's soul." As he spoke, his five fingers tightened and Han Tianhe was tightly grasped in his hands. His transparent body became even more transparent, and would dissipate at any time.

Han Yan stopped his attack, stared coldly at Hei Shi, and said coldly: "If you dare do that, I will make you feel worse than death." His voice was cold and emotionless, as if he came from the underworld of ghosts.

Hearing that, Hei Shi immediately said: "Listen to me, this matter has nothing to do with me, it is all because of that bastard Zhu Wenyu. As long as you don't kill me, I will return your parents' souls to you."

"Hand it over!" Han Yan said coldly.0

"Alright, I'll give it to you." Although Hei Shi said this, he secretly roared in his heart, "Brat, go to hell!" Just as he was about to throw out Han Tianhe's Spirit Body, his five fingers suddenly tightened.

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