10 The cold sweat on the middle-aged man’s head was dripping. This jade talisman was the only magic weapon left by his master long ago before his death. It is said that it can withstand three desperate blows from Confucian scholars and monks.[.
Good novel] This jade talisman automatically defends itself, which shows that Leng Han’s attack just now reached the strength of a Confucian scholar. At this time, he was frightened and no longer had the arrogance he had just now! His heart moved and he suddenly moved forward.
escape!
Leng Lenghan laughed. He waved his arm and saw white light flashing. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. The middle-aged man had turned into crushed ice!
Just as the middle-aged man died, the crowd in front suddenly became commotion. However, under the leadership of more than a dozen scholarly monks in front, the dense crowd rushed towards Leng Han like a tide!
Leng Han's eyes were gloomy. He knew that once he was stopped by these people, he would be overtaken by the young woman behind him. If he tried to escape then, it would be as difficult as kicking off the sky, and he might even lose his life.
!
"Whoever stands in my way - die!"
Leng Lenghan shouted. His body flashed, and he jumped onto the snow crystal coffin. He stood on the snow crystal coffin with murderous intent, his Yinhuo cloak rustled, and the fiery red color was very eye-catching! Like a world-destroying demon king!
Leng Han waved his left hand, and the silver short arm bone suddenly floated in front of him, and a strange aura suddenly filled the air! In an instant, everyone within ten feet suddenly became in a daze!
At the same time, Leng Han waved his right hand, and the spirit of Yin Fire turned into invisible threads. In a flash, like the autumn wind, it swept past, and those people within ten feet were instantly shattered and killed one by one!
Leng Han, with his long hair and murderous look on his face, was like a soul harvester, coldly watching the lives in front of him disappearing quickly before his eyes!
Later, wherever Leng Han passed by, the monks gave way. These people were frightened. How dare they take action? Although their eyes still showed greed that was difficult to conceal, but there was a trace of deep love hidden in this greed.
Afraid.[. So many good novels]
It's just that the news of the reward from the Yintian Sect spread too quickly. Almost every cultivator within a hundred thousand miles knew about it. They all flew out to inquire about the news. Gradually, the cultivators in the air
more and more.
During Leng Han's flight, he would encounter such monks almost every once in a while. Since there were too many monks, his flight speed would inevitably drop somewhat. Leng Han felt impatient and snorted coldly in his heart, looking into the eyes of almost all the monks.
They all showed greed, which made his murderous intention skyrocket.
Moreover, there were many monks following at a distance, their eyes flickering, obviously with bad intentions.
Leng Han's eyes were gloomy, and he started a large-scale fight again.
Within the range of the silver hand bone arm, killing the childhood monks was as easy as crushing ants. One by one they screamed and died, and the rest showed unprecedented horror on their faces and stepped back one after another.
Gradually, most of the monks used all their energy to escape quickly, but these escaping monks often did not run far before they transformed into ice sculptures in a flash of white light, bursting to death.
At this moment, all the monks who surrounded Leng Han no longer felt greed in their hearts, but instead felt deep fear!
Leng Han's figure did not decrease, and he flew forward at an extremely fast speed. He killed all those who stood in the way or blocked him. Gradually, along the way, the sky was full of fishy stench, blood and flesh were flying, and it was frozen for thousands of miles.
!
Because Leng Han had killed too many people, when he escaped, there was an invisible evil aura rolling around his body, as thick as a cloud, and it shot straight into the sky.
At this moment, the Yuan Power in his body started to move automatically, and the Yuan Power around him seemed to be attracted by it and surged in quickly.
If there are monks with great supernatural powers here at this time, they will be shocked to find that there is a thick layer of red mist-like aura outside Leng Han's body. This aura is extremely strong, but it does not leak out, but is condensed in Leng Han.
All around the body, lingering for a long time.
This red substance, not to mention mortals, even most monks, cannot see it. It is the murderous aura generated by Leng Han who has come all the way to kill countless people. After this murderous aura has undergone some changes, it has become a weapon for anyone.
For a monk, this aura is frightening!
This evil spirit soared into the sky and penetrated thousands of miles away. All the mortals within a thousand miles felt a chill in their bodies and looked puzzled. They said that the weather had suddenly turned cold and rushed home to keep warm and put on more clothes.
Within a thousand miles, at this time, all the monks below the Confucian scholar level suddenly felt a strange feeling in their bodies. The vitality of their Dantians unexpectedly fluctuated slightly. They were all secretly surprised. They raised their heads and looked around, but they found nothing wrong.
At the end, everyone looked confused and shook their heads secretly, thinking that they were being too preoccupied!
Although there are no Confucian scholars or monks within this thousand miles, there is a young man with scars on his face on an inconspicuous hill. His head is lowered and he is sitting under a big tree, his body motionless.
The whole body was shrouded in a strong death aura! Even some of the flesh on the body had begun to rot. It was obvious that this person had lost the breath of life!
However, this lifeless young man suddenly moved his lowered head slightly, and a very strange aura slowly came out from his body. The empty dead eyes also moved slightly.
He stood up and stared blankly at the source of the huge evil energy that was heading this way eight hundred miles away!
Suddenly, a very weak and hoarse voice came out from this young man's body! The voice sounded very old, and there was a bit of excitement in it. He only heard him say in a low voice:
"It's been a year, and Pindao finally got his chance... This evil spirit is so powerful, I guess his cultivation level must be stronger than this young man's, and he should be able to withstand Pindao's soul... Zhen Naotian
Don’t kill me...otherwise, in a few days, before a new host is found, Pindao’s soul will be gone!”
As soon as the sound fell, the young man's head drooped again, and then there was no sound again!
…
The breeze blew and swept over Leng Han's face. He took a deep breath involuntarily, and his eyes flashed with a bright light. He could clearly feel that the energy in his body seemed to be undergoing a battle.
A wonderful change. Although this change is slight, it contains some kind of magical power.
At this time, a small part of the red evil energy surrounding Leng Han's body actually loosened slightly and turned into traces of red energy, which penetrated into Leng Han's body and merged with his Yuan Power.
With a flash of white light, Leng Han's Feidun Rulu energy had been exhausted. With a shake of his hand, he immediately took out another one and attached it to his body. As the white light circulated, his speed increased again, turning into a stream of light.
He fled far away! But Leng Han’s eyebrows tightened, because this was the last escape weapon he had on him!