After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 139 138. The strongest battle in the Three Kingdoms, super-limit counter-kill (8.5K words - two chapters in one)

‘Xuanxin cultivates hard and does not leave, and the soul and spirit are united with the heaven and earth’

‘This Xuanxin, in the vast land of the Three Kingdoms, there is only one!

Only here can you wash Xuangen and become Zifu.

If it is an ordinary Xuanxin, it is fine, but if you encounter the ghost Xuanxin from the Three Kingdoms, you must first turn yourself into a ghost Xuangen before you can break through here. ’

‘The position of this Xuanxin is extremely precious. I am afraid that except for the legendary Tianxuangen, if you want to continue to improve, you must sit on Xuangen and cultivate for a hundred years.

It is really a one-pot job. It is impossible to raise a second Zifu realm in the Three Kingdoms. ’

‘In addition, listening to Zhang Han’s tone, sitting on Xuanxin can also greatly increase the strength of Zifu realm, so he is completely confident and sits here without fear of me running away. ’

For a while, Song Yan was really helpless.

When he was practicing the third level of Xuan, he didn't have the skinning cream, which was fine. After all, the skinning cream is not a rare thing for high-level cultivators. Even the Puppet Sect can exchange it, and some wild markets outside can also trade it.

But the "Xuanxin" in the Purple Mansion Realm is indeed countless times more difficult than the skinning cream.

Because there is only one Xuanxin.

Only by sitting on the Xuanxin can you surpass the limit of the Crimson Palace, and to a certain extent, you can have the "body of heaven and earth", and then "borrow heaven and earth to nourish my spirit", so that you can breed a powerful spirit.

If Song Yan wants to defeat the strong man in the Purple Mansion Realm, he must first find an unmanned Xuanxin to sit on, practice, and break through.

But if he wants to sit on the Xuanxin, he must first pull off the Purple Mansion on the Xuanxin.

Isn't this an endless cycle?

How to do it?

Song Yan suddenly remembered what Grandma Hong and General Gu said about "the situation of the Purple Mansion ancestors of the Fox and Wolf tribes." Grandma Hong said that she had never even seen the ancestor, and General Gu said that there was only one ancestor in the tribe, and no one knew where the others were.

At this moment, Song Yan completely understood the reason.

One person, one job. If the ancestors cannot squat in their own home, they have to find one outside.

And because the Xuanxin is extremely precious, there is a common tacit understanding among the Purple Mansion Realm, that is: never leak the method of breaking through the Purple Mansion Realm, and never let anyone know the existence of the Xuanxin.

Thinking of this, Song Yan entered the paper house and sat cross-legged.

He could feel a sense of peeping.

It was a peeping from Zhang Han.

No restraint, no hiding!

But he searched in reverse with his spiritual sense, but couldn't find Zhang Han at all.

In this way, the two spent seven days and seven nights.

Song Yan sat and did nothing.

Zhang Han peeped at him, not moving his eyes away for a moment.

Both of them were very patient. It seemed that let alone seven days, even seven months and seven years, the two could stare at each other motionlessly, motionlessly, and even their postures did not change.

But Song Yan was not without gain.

Because he had already understood what kind of person Zhang Han was, at least understood part of his character: stability.

Whether it was his previous decision to lay out a plan rather than move, or his patience at this time, it all illustrates this point.

People who do things steadily never like to put themselves in or may be put in a very passive environment.

Therefore, Zhang Han must really want to hand him over to the Shanhai Yao Clan to avoid being angered and causing trouble.

This kind of character is a good thing.

But it is also a bad thing.

The bad thing is that he is not decisive enough to kill.

What does it mean to be decisive?

That is, once you feel that there may be something abnormal, you will take action at the first time, instead of waiting, saying a few words, drinking a few sips of tea, etc.

If he takes action and goes all out, and Zhang Han senses the crisis, can Zhang Han take action at the first time, even if he hurts him or kills him?

From the current point of view, Zhang Han can't do it, he will definitely wait.

If he and Zhang Han face each other with swords, and the swords are already facing each other, will Zhang Han not hesitate to use his state to suppress others and kill him with one sword?

From the current point of view, it is very likely that Zhang Han tilted his sword and tried to subdue him instead of killing him.

Even if Zhang Han would deal with him later, at that moment, he probably would not.

Why?

Because this is stability.

If Song Yan himself was in the Purple Mansion Realm, and faced a boy in the Crimson Palace Realm who had fallen into a trap at home, would he?

He would not.

Because he was also stable.

But at this moment, he wanted to be unstable once, because he no longer had a stable position.

The sky was cloudy and dark, and it was constantly changing.

Another heavy snow in late winter.

The quiet snowflakes fell on the core of the evil land, and were immediately carried by the evil land storm to dance wildly, spinning in the air, not even touching the ground.

There seemed to be countless snow-white and scarlet spindles in the air outside the paper house, weaving two-color silk threads quickly and tirelessly. The silk threads were sharp and sharp, as if they could easily cut a person's fragile throat.

However, the hut has been completely integrated here, as quiet as a hermit's residence in the mountains.

Song Yan first practiced the "Xingxuan Divine Method" and used the "800-year-old Soul Drowned Grass" to perform the "Xuangen Enhancement". However, even after a hundred years, he not only failed, but he could not even see any signs of success.

He was not discouraged and almost without a pause, he picked out two bottles from the spare blood.

One bottle was "White Bone Demon Blood".

This blood allowed him to imitate "Guhuangzi" once and perform a desperate counterattack.

For the other bottle, he hesitated for a long time between "Silver Armored Elephant Blood" and "Fengxuan Crane Blood".

The former makes him harder and more durable; the latter makes him faster and more agile.

After much hesitation, he chose "Feng Xuanhe Blood".

He didn't have much confidence that he could really withstand a strong attack from a Zifu realm. Instead of pursuing that, he would rather pursue speed.

As for these two bottles of blood, and even the previous "Ghost Shark" and "Shuiyuan Jiao", Song Yan knew that they were not the best demon blood, but could only be regarded as good demon blood in a small place like the Three Kingdoms, but he had no choice. , he was unable to "perfectly improve his realm".

Two bottles of essence and blood were secretly held in the sleeves and digested quickly.

Lines of information and insights emerged.

[You run the "Xuan Sword Sutra" and absorb the mysterious energy to absorb and digest the blood of the "White Bone Demon". At the same time, you also transform the mysterious energy into sword energy, and use the blood to warm the sword energy.]

[In the fourth month, you absorbed 60 rays of mysterious energy and digested a ray of "White Bone Demon" blood, and the mysterious energy was completely converted into sword energy]

[In the sixteenth year, you absorbed 3,000 strands of mysterious energy. The mysterious energy has been successfully converted into sword energy. The blood of the "White Bone Demon" has been fused with the blood of the "Corpse Wolf" in the upper right palace of your Jiang Palace.]

[The sword energy interacts with the blood of the "White Bone Demon", and you understand a special sword energy - the bone-corroding sword energy]

[The sword energy contains rotten poison, which can rot human flesh and bones and turn into water instantly]

‘The speed of cultivation is much faster, even faster than before on Tongque Island. ’

It would take thousands of years to successfully cultivate in a mortal land, but here it only takes sixteen years and no additional resources are used.

Song Yan sighed secretly, and then became speechless.

‘This bone-eroding sword energy is a good move for killing people and silencing them, but what’s the use to me now? ’

He felt the bone-eroding sword energy.

As we all know, it is easy to kill someone but difficult to hide the corpse. It is really much easier to travel around the world with the bone-eroding sword energy.

But now, it's useless.

But it didn't matter. As the "White Bone Demon Blood" was positioned in the right palace, he felt that his strength, energy, and blood speed had increased a lot.

Song Yan followed suit and continued to fix the blood of "Feng Xuanhe" in the upper left palace, and realized a special sword energy called "Fengfeng Sword Energy".

The effect of this sword energy is: the body blends into the sword, and the sword turns into the wind. The wind cannot cut, so neither can the body.

Once used, Song Yan can be in a "wind"-like state for a short period of time. To put it simply, the opponent's attack can change his direction and position, but cannot hurt him.

Unless the opponent suddenly realizes the secret of his move and no longer cuts, but traps.

Once trapped, the "wind" will naturally stop and Song Yan will naturally appear.

Compared with the "bone-eroding sword energy", this sword energy was much better for him at this time. Coupled with the "splitting sword energy", it could be said to directly give him a trump card.

And with the ninth blood entering his body, Song Yan also felt stronger than ever before. It was a feeling of physical and mental power, a feeling of power that had reached its peak.

However, doesn’t “reaching the top” also mean that there is no more progress?

‘Sure enough, Xuanxin is still needed.

Only by relying on heaven and earth to nourish the soul can one break through the realm. ’

Song Yan sighed softly, closed his eyes immediately, tested it for a while, and then stood up.

It was noon at this time, which was theoretically the calmest moment in the evil world.

At this point he has reached the limit of what he can achieve.

Therefore, this is the time for him to take action.

If it's a little later, Zhang Han will notice his becoming stronger, and then he will miss out on some of his advantages. Although it's not much, sometimes it's that tiny advantage that determines victory or defeat.

If there was a little more advantage, Song Yan would be willing to do it even if it took days, nights or even months and years.

He took out the strongest shadow puppet and swallowed it into his body. He honestly transformed into the strongest hundred-phase demon body, restrained it with illusion, and then walked to the courtyard.

He knew Zhang Han was staring at him.

So, he raised his voice and said, "Zhang Han, I'm going to give it a try."

"please."

A faint voice fell from the sky, neither slow nor hasty, neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor arrogant or underestimating the enemy.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and suddenly said: "Zhang Han, you, a strong man from the Zifu, must control your situation carefully.

I am just a Jianggong realm person, much worse than you.

If you seriously hurt me, it will completely destroy my hope of life.

Rather than fall into the hands of the Mountain and Sea Demon Clan and suffer humiliation, it is better to self-destruct and die like a bone, without a soul!

At that time, not only will you not be able to communicate with the Mountain and Sea Demon Clan, but you will also lose the opportunity to get the secret skills from me such as making paper houses, digesting the blood of the King of Demons and Tigers, etc.!

Think clearly about how to take action! ! "

The word "got" was spoken. The leader of the Puppet Sect, who was dressed in a black robe, no longer hesitated. He rolled up his left sleeve, and the huge paper house suddenly twisted and elongated, and "swish" went straight, as if a roll of white smoke caught his sleeve. middle.

With a push of his right hand, the evil energy of the wind and snow that was originally swirling like a tornado suddenly stopped in the void, as if time had stopped, and then rumbled forward. The activation of the "Evil Tide Technique" caused all the evil energy to instantly dissolve. The tide also made Song Yan's eyes clear.

However, the direction of his push was not to the northeast, but to the southeast!

Zhang Han said before that "if he wants to get to the core of the Three Kingdoms' profound veins, he has to go a little further northeast." During this period of time, he sensed that the evil aura in the east was indeed stronger, but whether it was the northeast or the southeast, he couldn't be sure at all.

So, he pushed directly to the southeast, not the northeast.

Because he believed in Zhang Han, just like he believed in himself.

He believed that he would never tell the other party the correct location openly, even if he was sure of winning, so Zhang Han would never do that!

When the evil spirit receded, Song Yan's sight also moved with it.

This spell cleared the wind and snow evil spirit, but some evil liquid remained.

The distribution density of the evil liquid was clearly presented in front of him.

He quickly swept his eyes and saw that there was a lot of evil liquid in a certain place in the southeast, while the surrounding area showed a "gradually sparse" distribution state.

This confirmed his view.

As soon as he thought about it, he drew out two swords around him, one on the left and one on the right, one black and one white, and the two evil spirits intertwined, making him shoot towards the southeast.

However, he was attacked when he was halfway through his flight.

The attack of the evil liquid was no longer in his eyes. He saw two smoke-like figures coming from afar, and the momentum exuded by each of them was actually in the late stage of the Crimson Palace!

The two late-stage crimson palace masters attacked at the same time, and violent energy enveloped Song Yan.

Song Yan was stunned: Not to mention that Gui Chixia should not be late-stage crimson palace masters, even if he was, where would another late-stage crimson palace master come from in this evil land? If he really had these subordinates, Zhang Han could easily bring Piying Peak under his command without moving his butt.

But he thought about it, but his hands were not slow.

He changed his moves in an instant, and the extremely fast black and white double evil suddenly changed. The sword rainbow escape light of the double evil suddenly opened up and turned into a thick sword light of red and silver, silver on the outside and red on the inside.

From a distance, it was a silver-armored demon dragon with blood and smoke billowing.

Sword demon dragon!

Song Yan rode the dragon, and the sword and man became one. His speed was unknown.

With this, he rushed directly past the two late-stage crimson palace masters who came to intercept him and continued to move forward.

Time seemed to have completely pressed the slow button. He was obviously moving very fast, but he felt that everything was slowing down, because at this moment his perception was extremely sharp, and Zhang Han was naturally extremely sharp as well.

After only a few dozen feet, he saw a figure in the distance.

A figure exuding the aura of a late-stage Crimson Palace strongman.

Four!!

The four late-stage Crimson Palace seemed to see the power of his move, and they attacked together, extremely tacitly, and the terrible energy they created came towards Song Yan.

Song Yan was more and more stunned, but at this moment, he was sure of one thing: these figures were definitely not living people, but Zhang Han's means of attack, the means of Zifu!

As for what means, he didn't know.

The four energies were overwhelming and rumbling. If they faced each other head-on, no matter how strong Song Yan was, he would be consumed a lot.

At the end of his strength, a toothless tiger, what else is there to be afraid of?

If he really wanted to fight, he had to at least see Zhang Han first!

So, he gritted his teeth and changed his moves again!

The blood-smoke-filled sword-killing dragon suddenly slowed down and turned back into the entangled black and white demons. As the speed slowed down, the energy in front had already landed where he would have gone, producing an explosion that almost tore the space apart.

He changed his sword moves again and returned to the dragon. He followed his heart and rushed forward while the opponent's strongest wave of attacks landed. At the cost of consuming a little, he left the four figures behind and went down more than a hundred feet in an instant.

Then

Song Yan saw the late-stage masters of the Crimson Palace again.

This time it was not two, not four, or even eight.

But sixteen!

Sixteen blurred figures had already formed a wall, blocking the front, and one by one raised their hands towards Song Yan, and the murderous intent emanating from them could not be concealed.

If it were someone else, even an early-stage cultivator of the Crimson Palace standing here, they would be directly scared.

Song Yan had previously used some tricks to break through two levels, but since the opponent was on guard, it was impossible for him to use the same moves again.

He looked at those figures, and his peripheral vision swept behind him, only to find that the six figures that had blocked him before had disappeared.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly understood something: these sixteen late-stage masters of the Crimson Palace were not only not living people, but not even people, nor ghosts, but a means of attack that he could not understand.

He looked at them intently, but saw that the sixteen figures were not only blurred in appearance, but everything was blurred, only the strong killing intent and the energy contained were clear.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind: it was a thought!

These were all Zhang Han's thoughts.

The biggest difference between the Purple Mansion Realm and the Crimson Palace Realm is that the latter still needs to use the body and Xuanbao to use the Xuanqi to exert power, but the former can already use thoughts to exert it.

Those thoughts dissipated and cast spells alone.

However, how many thoughts can a person have in an instant?

If every thought can launch an attack, how terrifying it would be?

In a flash, Song Yan gritted his teeth and rushed forward fiercely.

The sixteen late-stage crimson palace masters no longer hesitated, and attacked indifferently, with tacit understanding.

The demon dragon rumbled and circled, crushing the oncoming energy one by one.

Although it broke one, two, three, four, nine, and ten layers, it could not break more.

The remaining power still pressed towards Song Yan.

But Song Yan disappeared.

He was like a gust of wind, a sword wind, and was blown away by this violent force, and then jumped out of the sword wind, suddenly appeared in another place, and then used the sword-killing demon dragon again to crush forward!

Then

he saw the figures of thirty-two late-stage crimson palace masters appear in front of him.

As for the late Crimson Palace masters behind him, they had all disappeared.

At this moment, Song Yan was completely convinced: these were thoughts, and only thoughts would change so recklessly, rising and falling.

Using these thoughts to attack might be quite laborious. But for a Purple Mansion Realm master sitting in the center of the Three Kingdoms Profound Veins, it was easy to do.

One of his thoughts could turn into a late Crimson Palace master's attack.

Such a being, when sitting in the Profound Heart, would never be exhausted to death by the Crimson Palace masters.

No matter how many came, they could not exhaust him.

And at this moment, a voice sounded in the air.

"As you can see, you can't win. The victory or defeat is set. Go back obediently.

As the price of letting you go once, how about teaching me the method of transforming your sword into a demon dragon as you wish?"

Zhang Han's voice was sincere, "The journey to the Mountain and Sea Demon Kingdom is long and the mountains are high. If something happens, you don't want to lose the inheritance, right?

Teach me, I will let your power continue to live in this world, and then go to see the future scenery for you."

After that, he smiled again: "Oh, if you want me to become your disciple, it's not impossible. I can accept any red tape.

If you die in the Mountain and Sea Demon Kingdom, I will offer you some fine wine every year on your death anniversary.

By the way, what kind of spiritual wine do you like?"

"Shameless."

"Shameless!!!"

Song Yan was furious, with anger burning in his eyes, but he kept roaring the word "shameless" over and over again, looking helpless and furious.

The next moment, he raised the "Sword Demon Dragon" again with this "incompetent rage, lost reason" state, and secretly looked at the storage bag. All the paper figures, paper utensils, and collected treasures inside were all ready to use at any time.

Zhang Han smiled and said, "Not really, calm down, you are just trying it."

He had already won.

However, he was still not careless.

In front of Song Yan appeared a dense crowd of late-stage masters of the Crimson Palace.

The killing thoughts in the sky were like rain, and the mighty power of the sky was like a mountain!

And he was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

He smashed one figure after another, broke through one layer of energy after another, he was like the wind sometimes, and sometimes closed his sword, his sword energy and evil spirit were rapidly declining, even with the support of the "Four-tailed Demon Fox", he still couldn't withstand such a high consumption.

All kinds of treasures in his hands that could still be used were also thrown out at will.

The Yin paper figures held hands and exploded in a stream of energy as soon as they appeared, but they also delayed the energy to a certain extent.

There were many shields in the paper tools, and they appeared one by one around Song Yan at this time, but they all appeared in the previous moment and shattered in the next moment.

The sound of bang bang bang exploded quickly in Song Yan's ears, mixed with the evil tide falling in the distance, which was a thrilling and epic scene. In such an environment, even if the elders of the Crimson Palace of the Puppet Sect stayed, they would definitely be severely injured or even killed by the aftermath.

In the process of consumption, Song Yan was getting closer and closer to the place he was going to.

He felt that his body had begun to numb, but perhaps his previous words had worked. Even so, Zhang Han still did not kill him.

But it was only temporary.

After a short while, even if it was just a few breaths, Zhang Han might change his mind.

Boom!

Another casual evil tide spell was blasted out, clearing the surrounding evil spirits and making the vision slightly clearer.

Among the dense figures of the late Jiang Palace, Song Yan finally saw a man sitting on a blood-colored cushion.

He looked ordinary, nothing special.

The moment Zhang Han saw Song Yan, he had already recognized that he was at the end of his strength, so he sighed and said lightly: "I know you haven't given up yet, and want to get close to me, and then use the power of the King Tiger and the Ice Hell Bracelet, but... Even so, it's useless."

After that, he suddenly smiled and said: "What's more, I won't give you a chance to get close to me.

However, as the leader of the Puppet Sect, you are indeed very qualified. Gu Huangzi is far inferior to you. I admire you very much."

Song Yan's face was full of anger, and he suddenly roared angrily: "Then let's die together!"

He showed a state of losing his mind and about to explode his soul, and rushed towards Zhang Han.

There is only one chance.

If he still can't get close to Zhang Han today after playing all his cards, then there will be no chance!

Zhang Han smiled faintly, shook his head slowly, and didn't move, as if the gods on the shrine were watching the trapped beast in the five-finger cage struggling helplessly.

Silhouettes suddenly appeared around him, and then he pounced on Song Yan.

Song Yan's mind moved, and the vast number of shadow puppets stored in the storage bag began to emerge one by one, activated one by one, and turned into meat shields to block him one by one.

Shadow puppets, destroyed!

Flying swords, destroyed!

When it came to the end, he even spit out the shadow puppets of Grandma Fox, Grandma Red, and General Gu, and tried his best to block it.

Although the Hundred-phase Demon Body is powerful, it will be injured in such an attack. It is better to release the shadow puppets.

And just when the shadow puppets were completely spit out and shattered, and his body began to collapse, he finally came in front of Zhang Han.

Zhang Han can hide.

But as soon as he dodged, his butt moved away from Xuanxin.

For a person who hadn't moved for at least a hundred years and had a "cat playing with mouse" mentality, he would not move.

Not only did he not move, but the moment he saw Song Yan, he turned defense into offense, and with a finger as bright as light, he took the lead and pointed at Song Yan's forehead.

Accompanied by a calm and calm word: "You really won't cry until you see the coffin.

Forget it, it's okay to let you give up completely, but don't ask for death again.

Also, remember to teach me your secret techniques."

At this moment, Song Yan mobilized the remaining Xuan Qi and operated it with all his strength. Four soul-piercing sword qi pierced out quickly, followed by four soul-imprisoning sword qi and four soul-shocking sword qi.

But the twelve sword qi that could make General Gu and Grandma Hong stunned for a moment, fell into the sea like a stone.

It clearly hit, but it seemed that it didn't hit.

And at this moment.

Snap!

Zhang Han's finger had already touched Song Yan's forehead.

This is the stage of "fighting the soul".

In an instant, the two people's spiritual worlds seemed to have built a bridge.

Song Yan's Tiger King, the ghosts stored in his body, and the ghosts of the Ice Hell rushed towards Zhang Han frantically.

But Zhang Han released one thought after another.

Various thoughts rushed into Song Yan's spiritual space like ghosts, and Tiger King only captured these thoughts.

Thoughts were born and died, but after all, they were thoughts of the Purple Mansion Realm, and they were thoughts of the Purple Mansion Realm sitting on Xuanxin.

Once these thoughts touched Tiger King, they would be captured, but they would also occupy a position.

Tiger King quickly reached saturation.

And the ghosts began to retreat as if pushed by the tide.

Perhaps, Tiger King and ghosts would play a more terrifying role after Song Yan reached the Purple Mansion Realm, but it was not enough at this time.

Zhang Han's soul was like a king, standing at the entrance of the bridge between the two spiritual spaces, and his body was still emitting thoughts.

"Senior, I forgot to tell you that I was actually the leader of the Puppet Sect, the one behind the scenes two hundred years ago. Otherwise, how could I know the inheritance place of the Puppet Sect so well?

Otherwise, why is there no information from two hundred years ago in the sect history of the Puppet Sect?

By the way, I also know the role of the white bone demon blood that Gu Huangzi used to stabilize the palace, and I also know that he left blood in the sect.

Not only that, I also know that you have a secret method to quickly digest the demon blood, so. I have already taken your method into consideration.

If this is really your back-up, let's not waste our energy. Do you really want to beat your body to pieces and then use your bones to hit me?

It will be so embarrassing if I block it.

If you can keep the body, keep it and heal your wounds. You are not a child anymore. Why are you fighting for your life?

When you arrive at the Mountain and Sea Demon Country, you still have a chance."

The earnest persuasion was condescending.

He had already won, but there was nothing to be proud of.

But at this moment, all of a sudden, Song Yan's spiritual world changed. The world originally composed of the ghosts and the tiger-striped king disappeared, replaced by a gray line.

The line was like a sword in the sky, splitting the dusk and dawn.

Gray above and black below, boundless.

The wind blew.

Zhang Han felt the "wind".

But it was definitely not the "wind"!

Because in just a moment, hundreds of his thoughts collapsed.

Zhang Han's calm expression disappeared, he suddenly jumped up as if he was stabbed by a needle, and almost roared in an unbelievable tone: "Sea of ​​Bitterness?!!!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of thoughts collapsed again.

"How did you visualize the sea of ​​bitterness?"

"Are you crazy?"

His voice was no longer calm, full of haste.

His roar seemed to be questioning a madman.

Although the sea of ​​bitterness is far away, the sea breeze is close.

The nearby sea breeze was filled with joy, anger, sorrow, and sadness, as well as endless obsessions. Wherever these obsessions touched, they would break.

At this time, Zhang Han had already seen Song Yan.

There was no doubt that Song Yan would drag him into the sea of ​​suffering, and he would also have to go into the sea of ​​suffering.

At this time, the ghosts around Song Yan were falling down quickly and disappearing quickly.

The wind of the sea of ​​suffering was blowing gently.

Surrounded by ghosts, Song Yan looked up calmly, as if he was looking at the eternal gray sky here.

"Madman."

"Madman!!"

No matter how steady Zhang Han was, he would not stop at this time. He knew that his mission had failed. He could no longer hand Song Yan over to the Shanhai Monster Clan, nor could he get anything from Song Yan!

Song Yan was really a complete madman, a madman who was crazier, more demonic, and more unpredictable than all the demon cultivators he had seen and known combined!

The ghosts around him were dying quickly, and he would die soon too!

Zhang Han began to quickly look for a way back. Even if he was in someone else's soul world, he could find it quickly.

And sure enough, after another breath, he found it.

He flew away quickly.

He wanted to leave here immediately.

And suddenly, he was stunned.

Because the door was densely packed with ghosts.

On weekdays, even if there were so many ghosts blocking the door, he would never be blocked.

But at this time, he needed to endure the consumption of the sea of ​​suffering while breaking through the door.

This was completely impossible.

"Song Yan!"

Zhang Han turned his head and looked not far away, roaring, "Between you and me, it's not yet the point where we must die together and our souls will be scattered, right?!!"

However, Song Yan did not answer.

Zhang Han only saw a smile on his face, a very evil and cold smile.

Then he saw Song Yan breathe a sigh of relief, and then... disappeared.

Zhang Han: ? ? ? !!!

The function of the white bone devil blood is to move the soul a few inches, hide the soul in the bones, and slowly heal even if the body is destroyed but the bones remain.

The soul in the bones is a door.

The soul in the eyebrows is another door.

Song Yan opened the door in the eyebrows, and then visualized the extremely outrageous "Heavenly Sword Visualization Diagram", dragged Zhang Han into the sea of ​​suffering, and then used the ghosts in the Ice Hell Bracelet to block the door fiercely, and then left the sea of ​​suffering through the door of the bones.

In this way, Zhang Han's soul was completely blocked, and he reached a balance with the sea of ​​suffering and the ghosts in the Ice Hell Bracelet.

Song Yan came back to his senses and opened his eyes. At this time, he was also extremely weak, so weak that even moving his fingers again would involve his body and soul.

However, he still gritted his teeth and kicked Zhang Han away from Xuanxin fiercely, then threw out the paper house and sat on Xuanxin himself.

Without the blessing of Xuanxin, Zhang Han's soul and thoughts would also weaken, and the balance would be broken.

The paper house creaked, but luckily, it did not collapse, but it seemed that it could not be used for the third time.

Song Yan wanted to take out a paper man or a shadow puppet to protect him.

But at a glance, it was empty, all consumed, even the two-headed wolf shadow puppet was gone.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

And at this moment.

A "crackling" sound came.

The surface of the ice hell bracelet actually appeared cracks, and the next moment it shattered with a "bang". Song Yan could vaguely hear Zhang Han's voice that seemed to come from the other side.

"Song Yan, you will die!!!"

Song Yan fell on his back in the courtyard of the paper house.

'It's all gone, even the ice hell bracelet is broken. '

'I really don't know if it's worth it to exchange all the treasures and injuries for a Xuanxin. ’

He glanced at Zhang Han’s body. Although his soul was gone, some fragments of cause and effect and wandering thoughts remained. This way, he could get a glimpse of the past of this overlord and see if he could gain something.