The methods practiced in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls are in line with the family of refining the heart.
The difference is that they do not take over the genius and occupy the body of the genius, but transform the genius into a soul puppet that can grow!
Those who have been refined into puppets must be willing and without any resistance to succeed.
Nan Rou, as well as the boys and girls who had their legs broken and collapsed in front of the table, were all geniuses who were selected as soul puppets.
Trying Nan Rou is just a killing chicken to scare the monkey.
Let these young girls understand that they have no future and no hope, and there is no other choice except being puppets.
This method in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls is inhumane and is simply inhumane.
Not only do we need to transform people into puppets, but we also want to exterminate all hope in their hearts and fall into the bottomless abyss.
Hearing the word "Family", Nan Rou couldn't help but widen her eyes, her eyes full of resentment and hatred.
The young master who sat upright and drank tea laughed as if he had seen something interesting: "Little girl! I like this hot eyes! When I refine you into a soul puppet, I hope you
And there is such a look! Come on, please... keep calling me!"
Bang!
The magic whip was whipped down again, and the brilliance in Nan Rou's eyes gradually dimmed.
The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls is the cancer of the Storm.
Because of the support of the Lianxin family, no one in the entire Shangzhou dared to mess with it.
They really have no hope.
Nan Rou lowered her head and left tears of regret. If she had known this, she would never have revealed her martial arts talent.
Unfortunately, everything is too late!
boom!
boom!
At this moment, two thunder sounded in the void.
The next moment, two figures in red clothes, one big and one small, appeared above the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land.
This scene shocked everyone present.
At the foot of Wanhun Mountain, there is a military rescue platform!
Anyone who wants to climb the Ten Thousand Souls Mountain must untie the weapons to show his respect for the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land.
Not only did the two of them not put down their weapons, they even climbed to the mountain gate and stepped on the four-character plaque of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls under their feet.
It was equivalent to stepping on the face of the entire Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls.
"Damn it, where did the barbarian come from? Dongmei!"
The young man sitting at the table put down the teacup heavily, his eyes full of ferocious murderous intent!
boom!
A woman standing like a maid behind him suddenly flew out, and the sword in her hand was like a dragon, slashing towards the two people who appeared in the void.
The ninth level of the Martial Ancestor.
This little maid-like woman has the ninth level of Martial Ancestor.
...
The red figures that trampled on the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls were naturally Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer.
Xiao Jiuer stepped forward and shouted in a crisp voice: "Chen Yu, the War God Sect, kick the hall, break the mountain gate! The holy land of Ten Thousand Souls, don't you get out and die!"
The sound exploded like thunder and spread throughout the Wanhun Mountain.
Zheng!
The sword in Dongmei's hand stopped ten feet away from Xiao Jiuer and Han Yang.
No matter how hard she tried, she could no longer move forward.
Blood oozed out of Dongmei's palms, and the muscles broke one by one.
But she seemed to have not noticed it, and she still struggled to draw her sword, pursed her lips, trying to kill the invading enemy.
This is the case when you are driving a chariot with a mantis arm.
In front of Han Yang and Xiao Jiuer, this ninth-level martial arts ancestor was as humble as an ant.
At this time, the young master sitting at the table was completely angered by Xiao Jiuer's words.
"Ha... I'm really open. What a shit, I dare to come to my Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land to cause trouble... Go and kill them for me!"
boom!
boom!
boom!
Three figures flew out from behind the young master again.
They were the other three maids standing on both sides of him, one was a ninth-level martial ancestor, and two even reached... a first-level martial saint!
The three of them joined forces and the momentum was quite terrifying.
Boom!
Can……
The attacks of the three people were still ten feet away and stopped moving forward!
It was as if the ten-foot range was an insurmountable natural barrier.
No matter how hard they try, they cannot break through this natural barrier.
At this moment, the expression on the young master's face suddenly changed.
Even the Martial Saint cannot break through the other party's domain, so why doesn't the other party...
Who is the sacred person coming?
Before he could figure out who the enemy was, he saw the figure in red and looked at him.
Just this glance made him feel like he fell into the abyss, so heavy that he could not breathe.
Bang!
Above the void, Han Yang flicked his finger gently.
Bang!
The imposing young master of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls below exploded with a bang.
Blood splattered all over the faces of the people around him.
The strong man whipped the whip and the warriors of the Holy Souls around him all looked at the corpse that had lost his head with a dull face, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
They could not believe that the Holy Lord's legitimate grandson was killed with one finger at the foot of the Holy Land Mountain.
"Hahahahaha..."
At this moment, a crazy laugh came from the stone pillar.
Nan Rou smiled wildly at the sky, with tears in her smile, and even a hint of blood was mixed in the tears.
With her unscrupulous laughter, she vented all her previous helplessness and grief.
The cycle of reincarnation in the heavenly way is unhappy!
That beast actually... died?
Awakened by Nan Rou's laughter, the warriors from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls screamed.
"Young Master is dead!"
"Go and notify the Holy Lord!"
"Show warning! A strong enemy is coming!"
Just as these people were shouting, a cold snorted from the void.
"Noisy!"
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
The sound of explosions rang one after another.
All the warriors in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls were blown away by these two words.
For a moment, the whole scene was silent, leaving only Nan Rou's hideous and refreshing laughter in the air.
Slowly, the laughter seemed to have infected the boys and girls whose legs were broken, and they all laughed.
This is probably the most hideous, refreshing and weirdest laughter ever.
...
boom!
A thunder bell rang.
A moment later, a figure in blue flew out from the inside of the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land.
"Who is the rat, dare to kill someone in front of the gate of my Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land..."
Zheng!
A splash of sword light flashed straight and slashed towards the figure in blue.
Two auras of law burst out from Qingyi's figure, and it was a second-level martial saint.
But under this knife, it is no different from an ant.
The sword flashed by and the head flew.
The man was still flying in the air, and his head had already fallen from the air.
It was not until this moment that he shouted the ending sound of the sentence that it reached the foot of the mountain.
Below, the warriors of the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land, who were already scared, were even more heartbroken at this time.
The person who came, one of the Supreme Elders of the Ten Thousand Souls Holy Land, was inexplicably beheaded by a knife.
Han Yang's sword has surpassed their understanding of martial arts.
boom!
At this moment, another figure flew out from the hall somewhere in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls.
"It's the Second Holy Lord!"
"He can definitely do it himself..."
Before he finished speaking, another sword light lit up.
puff!
The second saint master of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls was cut into two pieces without even having time to say a word, which was even worse than the previous one.
Silent.
There was a dead silence in front of the gate of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls.
All the warriors seemed to be strangled and did not dare to make any sound.
At this moment, even a fool understood that the two people who went up the mountain gate to make trouble today are so powerful...
...
Boom, boom boom boom boom!
The sounds of breaking through the air are endless and endless.
Ninety-nine Martial Saints emerged from the voids on all sides.
An old man with white hair and beard stood among the ninety-nine martial saints, standing out like a crane standing in a flock of chickens, looking at Han Yang with cold eyes.
This person is the Holy Lord of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls and Lu Xinghun!
"Who is the sacred place of yourselves? You know, the sacred place of the Ten Thousand Souls is from the Heart Refining Family..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by Han Yang.
"I came here just to borrow something from everyone in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Souls."
Hearing this sentence, Lu Xinghun was not only not angry, but felt relieved.
Just talk.
As for borrowing things... that doesn't matter.
As long as he can send this person away, he will immediately report to the Lianxin Family, and even if this person escapes to the ends of the world, he will still kill him!
Chapter completed!