Martial God Sovereign

The woman snorted, and the void collapsed. Han Yu was shocked and coughed up blood and fell out.

This made Han Yu's heart frightened, and he could severely hurt him with a light cough. This person was at least a late stage god, and he was also a terrifying existence of outstanding people.

Han Yu had no reservations, the power of the soul surged out and enveloped the woman, but even so, the woman seemed to be covered with a veil, which made Han Yu unable to see through.

"I still want to escape under the eyes of this seater. I really can't help it. I'm not honestly recruiting?" The woman looked down at Han Yu, looking high above her.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand!"

With a backhand, Han Yu pulled out the multicolored **** gold sword on his back, and with a light force, the cloth wrapped on the sword shattered and the multicolored **** gold sword was revealed.

"Huh? Why do you have this sword? What is your relationship with the Seven Sword Immortals?" the woman asked in surprise.

"I am a disciple of Wan Jianzong, what do you say is my relationship with him?" Han Yu made a sloppy look.

Although the Wucai God Golden Sword is very powerful, Han Yu is still not sure about the woman. I hope that the identity of the disciple of Wan Jianzong and the colorful **** of gold sword can help him out of the crisis.

The woman's face improved slightly, and she said, "Since you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, you don't even recognize this seat?"

Han Yu was taken aback, could this woman also belong to Wan Jianzong?

Han Yu said, "I'm just an outside disciple who just started. I don't know Senior, and I don't know the name of Senior?"

The woman looked at Han Yu with a strange expression, and muttered to herself: "Strange, how could Lao Qi pass this sword to an outer disciple who just started."

"Old Seven?" Han Yu's heart was moved. Could it be that the woman in front of him is a disciple of the God of Ten Thousand Swords, a teacher and sister of the Seventh Sword Immortal?

Han Yu couldn't help taking a breath. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword God Venerable, but each of them is a horrible existence at the peak of the gods, and they can blow him to death with one breath. No wonder even if he releases the power of the soul, he can't see each other. The depth.

Han Yu didn't dare to conceal something, and said: "Qi, senior, this sword is me at Withered Wood Cliff..."

Han Yu told the woman the causes and consequences of getting the colorful **** golden sword, and the woman was relieved when she heard it.

No longer entangled in the relationship between Han Yu and Sword Seven Immortals, he asked, "Since you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, what do you do with those corpses in Demon Spirit Mountain?"

Han Yu was speechless, why did he come back again?

Why is this woman so concerned about the corpse here?

Isn't she a disciple of God of Ten Thousand Swords? Shouldn't she be disgusted with the devil Lingshan? Now, Han Yu's desire to cope with the past is no longer enough. Suddenly, there is a bright light in his chest, and his mind is instantly settled. He arched his hands at the woman, and said confidently: "Enlighten seniors, after I get this sword, I want Refining this sword sacrifice into my magic weapon, but after I tried many times, I couldn’t get any of this sword. So I remembered that when this sword was unearthed, it swallowed everything. I wondered if I could use its devouring power. Sacrifice it. So I thought about this, gathered all the corpses, and then provided this sword with a steady stream of energy.

Those corpses were all sucked up by the sword, but I still can't help it! "

The woman stared sharply at Han Yu's eyes, as if she could see through Han Yu's body, and asked, "Really?"

Han Yu said, "In front of the seniors, never dare to lie!"

The woman's expression eased a little, and she asked, "Do you know why I want to trace the whereabouts of the corpse?"

Han Yu shook his head, he also wanted to know why. However, the woman's answer left Han Yu speechless.

"I don't know it's normal." The woman said.

Han Yu was speechless, thinking what else would you ask me for?

The woman said: "Because you are a disciple of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect and have been approved by the Seven Swords Immortals, this seat exempts you from the death penalty. However, the death penalty is avoidable, and the living sin cannot escape. From then on, you follow this seat and serve this seat. Ten thousand years, you will be free after ten thousand years!"

"Huh?" Han Yu changed color suddenly.

Serving her for ten thousand years, doesn't it mean that he will be a servant of a woman for ten thousand years?

Han Yu was not willing to kill Han Yu.

"Huh, others are asking to do something for this seat, but this seat is still impatient? What's your expression?" the woman said with some irritation.

"Senior, I just don't feel worthy to follow you!" Han Yu cried and said, there is no way, facing such a strong person, he also had to put away the arrogance of Emperor Tuntian.

"Whether you are worthy of this seat has the final say, stop talking nonsense, and follow me!" The woman finished speaking, turned and flew towards the distant mountain.

Han Yu's hand holding the colorful **** golden sword tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, and finally Han Yu reluctantly followed the woman.

A woman is a powerhouse at the pinnacle of the gods. Even if Han Yu reveals his identity, displays the strongest combat power, and borrows the power of the colorful **** golden sword, he is definitely not a woman's opponent.

Han Yu can only temporarily seek completeness and seek opportunities.

On the mountain ahead, the clouds were lingering and could not be penetrated by the naked eye. Han Yu entered into it and discovered that there was still a huge phantom array hidden here, definitely from the hands of the supernatural power-level celestial master.

Passing through the magic array, the front suddenly opened up.

From a distance, it looks like a huge mountain towering into the clouds, but the reality is a paradise of flowers and birds. Green hills and green waters, lakes and palaces, each other is interesting and wonderful.

"Why is there such a beautiful place in the Devil Mountain?"

Even with Han Yu's knowledge, he was amazed by the scenery in front of him at this time, it was simply poetic and picturesque, unlike the world.

"This is our dojo!" The woman said with some pride.

"Senior, I don't know how to call you yet?" Han Yu asked.

The construction of such an outdoor peach garden in the poor mountains and rivers of Moling Mountain made Han Yu even more curious about this woman.

"You can call this seat owner!" the woman said lightly.

"Master?" Han Yu felt bitter in his heart. "There are only you and this seat here. If this seat does not let you go, you must not go, or you will lose your life, but don’t blame this seat. Well, that palace rewards you. Normally, you can practice in that palace. I have something to tell you, so come out again!"

Pointing to a palace.

Although that palace is also considered mighty and domineering, it is far from the main hall. Shows the identity of Han Yu's servant.

When the woman finished speaking, she disappeared without a trace when she moved.

Han Yu glanced at this paradise. Apart from being amazing, he couldn't see anything. Han Yu walked into the palace belonging to his "servant".

After entering the palace, Han Yu casually arranged a trapped formation, and then quietly contacted Jiang Zitong.

"Senior Sister Jiang, do you know how many disciples our Sect Master has?" As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing each other is not dead, Han Yu now hasn't figured out who the other party is. How to fight with her can only be explained after figuring out her identity.