Emperor Jiuyin

Stealing the Ghost Hand from the front is extremely risky, but attacking from behind is risk-free!

Shortly after Xia Houchun left, Li Hanxue directly knocked down the desolate warrior and threw him into the holy king's space. He transformed into the desolate warrior and quietly waited for Xia Houchun's return.

Xia Houchun cautiously entered the ancestral mausoleum of the Dafan Ancient Clan, looking left and right for fear of being followed behind him. In fact, with his cultivation level, unless he is Lord Long, even a saint like Li Hanxue cannot follow him quietly from behind without being discovered.

Xia Houchun behaved like this simply because the ghost hand was too important to allow any mistakes.

He reached into the depths of the ancestral mausoleum and went a hundred feet deep into the cemetery. In a grotto filled with red light, there was a blue crystal disk with a black left hand inlaid in the center of the disk. It is the treasure of the Dafan Ancient Clan!

Xia Houchun stared at the ghost hand with a cautious look on his face, "This thing is the treasure of my clan. That girl Gongsun Qing threatened me several times and tried to force me to hand over this thing, but I didn't give it to her."

Xia Houchun's eyes showed hatred, "Damn it! If it weren't for the Hongchen Sect, our Dafan Ancient Clan wouldn't have fallen to this point. It would be great if this thing could kill Gongsun Qing, hey..."

Xia Houchun sighed, knowing that this was impossible. He couldn't take this risk. Even if the power of the ghost hand could kill Gongsun Qing, if one Gongsun Qing died, the Hongchen Sect would send tens of thousands of Gongsun Qings to the Brahma Secret Realm to take over the Great Van Ancient Clan. The ancient Dafan clan has actually ceased to exist in name only, and its people have been reduced to being training objects kept in captivity by the Hongchen Sect.

After Xia Houchun took out the ghost hand from the blue crystal disk, he quickly rushed to the Holy Land of Brahma.

"Clan leader!" When Xia Houchun was passing by Wuwei Mountain, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

When Xia Houchun saw that it was the wild warrior who reported the news, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Why are you still staying in Wuwei Mountain? Why don't you go back to the Holy Land?"

Li Hanxue looked up and did not see the ghost hand on Xia Houchun. He thought to himself, "This guy probably hid the ghost hand in the Holy Lord's space. That's all. When he goes to the Holy Land, in order to deal with the Five Sacred Lords, he will naturally use it." I'll take action then!"

Li Hanxue responded quickly: "Yes, patriarch!"

After Xia Houchun left, Li Hanxue hid his aura and rushed back to the Great Brahma Holy Land in front of Xia Houchun at a faster speed.

At this time, the Holy Monarch of the Five Mountains was still fighting fiercely with many holy monks. Dozens of holy monks united. The Holy Monarch of the Five Sacred Mountains could not take much advantage for a while. However, after all, these holy monks were no match for the Holy Monarch of the Five Sacred Mountains. One by one, they gradually be disintegrated.

When Li Hanxue arrived, eleven holy monks had been beheaded by the Five Sacred Lords with heavy losses.

"Sir, you are back." The Five Sacred Lords said while fighting, "Have you got the ghost hand?"

Li Hanxue said: "Not yet, but it will be soon. You continue to fight, don't stop."

"Yes, sir."

The Five Sacred Monarchs fought harder, and in the blink of an eye three more holy monks were killed. The entire holy land was in chaos, the holy monks were killed, and the believers and warriors in the holy land all looked pale and made strange screams.

For them, the holy monk is a kind of faith. Now that faith has collapsed and people have killed it like a chicken, how can we remain calm?

In the Holy Sacrifice Tower, the saints who were half-clothed and had been reduced to playthings for a long time had complicated expressions when they saw the holy monk being killed.

Some saints showed a hint of joy on their faces, and this joy was accompanied by pain and turned into salty tears flowing down. These decades of imprisonment, decades of pain without seeing the light of day, decades of torture day and night all ended with the sword of the Holy Lord of the Five Mountains, and they seemed to be freed from it. wavv

But this relief is only temporary.

Some saints clapped their hands and laughed like crazy, "Haha, die well, die well! Evil will be punished, God has finally opened his eyes, and you too will have this day! Hahaha..."

There are also some saints who look like they are lost. It is true that the death of the holy monk is a great joy. But they were used to that kind of life, and the sudden end made them feel confused and uneasy. What will be the fate of these holy monks after they die? They don't know, and no one knows.

After a while, two more holy monks died. So far, sixteen holy monks have been killed, and the Brahma Holy Land has suffered heavy losses.

"Damn it! Where did this guy come from, the God of Plague! He's so powerful!" A holy monk was shocked and angry.

"If this continues, we will be killed by him."

"Didn't you send someone to invite the clan leader? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Stop!" said Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived.

Xia Houchun flew from the sky. Seeing this, all the holy monks breathed a sigh of relief, "He's finally here!"

Xia Houchun quickly landed on the ground and stared at the Five Sacred Lords coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes, "How dare you kill my Holy Monk of the Holy Land? I can't spare you today!"

"Sir, is the ghost hand still in Xia Houchun's hand?" The Five Sacred Lords hurriedly sent a message.

Li Hanxue said: "No, it's still on him."

The Holy Lord of the Five Sacred Mountains didn't know that the ghost hand had incredible power, so he had no fear in his heart. He glared at Xia Houchun and snorted coldly: "It's just you? Can you do it? Nearly a hundred saints in your holy land can't do anything to me. You're a piece of shit." What can the old man do to me?"

"You wanton fanatic, let's see how I kill you!" Xia Houchun didn't talk nonsense, let alone test. Seeing the death of more than ten holy monks, there was no need to test.

He directly opened the Holy King's space, and the dark ghost hand was exposed.

Seeing this, the holy monks were delighted. "The clan leader really took out the clan treasure. With this black left hand, this troublemaker will surely die!"

"He killed more than a dozen of our companions. He should have died long ago!"

"Clan leader, kill him!"

Xiahou Chun reached into the Saint Lord's space with his big hand and took out the ghost hand.

And at this moment, something strange happened!

A white blade flashed and sank into Xiahou Chun's wrist.

A piercing pain came from his arm, and Xiahou Chun was shocked to see that his left hand had fallen down with the ghost hand.

"Not good!" Xiahou Chun quickly grabbed the ghost hand with his right hand.

However, at this time, a black shadow flashed and swept the ghost hand away directly in front of Xiahou Chun.

The holy monks did not expect that such a sudden change would happen, and they were all stunned.

Xiahou Chun did not expect that this person would be the wild warrior who reported the news.

"You are not from my tribe, who are you? Give me back the treasure of my tribe!" Xiahou Chun shouted.

"Finally got it!" Li Hanxue was secretly happy. He could feel that this ghost hand still contained a powerful force.

Li Hanxue returned to his original appearance and smiled: "Chief Xia, this won't do. Now that this thing has fallen into my hands, it belongs to me."