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Han Yan's bold thoughts surprised him, but Han Yan's words did move him a little. He thought about it alone for a while, then shook his head: "It's better not to cause trouble, this guy has a lot of connections, we cannot act rashly, so we have to think deeply about this matter! "If you want to do it flawlessly, you have to prepare one or two …"

As he spoke, he increased the power in his hand. The bloody light in his palm lasted for a full quarter of an hour, but he still didn't give a clear direction. The light dimmed. When it finally broke into pieces, it made a soft 'crack' sound. Countless blood droplets sprayed out in all directions. As for the Demon Clan corpses that were burning with blood flames, they collapsed with a loud bang, turning into fine powder at this moment.

Ming Jue's face revealed an expression of dissatisfaction as he let out a muffled "hmph". His expression was extremely unsightly, as if his vital energy and blood had suffered a huge loss. However, he did not care about it at all. The claw pierced through his sleeve once again, pulling a young girl from the Devil Race in front of him.

With a sinister smile on his mouth, he bit down on his neck. His face quickly regained its color. And the surrounding people, including Han Yan. They all turned their gazes to the side, giggling. Seeing that the Demoness' body was turning pale white at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, Qin Lie's eyes almost popped out.

He tried to stand up a few times, but he forced himself to smile. At almost the same time, the three stone puppets let go of each other and plummeted toward the ground.

A black sword light mixed with the dust and pierced towards the direction of the seal!

He did not care about Han Yan's insults. Since these two had conspired to kill him for his wealth, he was too lazy to bother with them.

Only at this moment, he was unwilling to sit and watch!

He did not know what was so important about it, and he did not care about whether he won or lost. He only knew that at this moment, he only needed to use his sword!

If he recited life, he would draw his sword. If he became angry, he would kill. What was the reason for this? There was no pity, and he was not angry, but in his heart, he wanted to see the people of Blood Killing.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light had already arrived in front of Ming Dong. Han Yan was shocked at first, but then immediately sent a palm flying towards the Rushing Thunder Sword to grab it.

"Where did this scoundrel come from?"

With an explosive shout, the sound vibrated for dozens of miles. More and more sand began to fall.

The sound wave's impact also caused the Rushing Thunder Sword to slow down. As for Han Yan's hand, countless earthen yellow Supreme Force extended out, and like a giant claw, it smashed towards the Rushing Thunder Sword from afar.

However, just as it was about to strike, the Rushing Thunder Sword in the air suddenly became illusionary and perished. At the same time, a mouthful of black Throwing Knife appeared ten meters away.

Han Yan's pupils suddenly shrank. That giant yellow claw once again extended and continued to swipe horizontally. The Throwing Knife spun around and easily dodged the attack.

However, with this moment of delay, he finally reacted. She tossed the body of the demon leopard girl to the side, and she frantically retreated. Dozens of talismans shot out from his sleeves as if they were worthless.

And then, that Throwing Knife in his field of vision, once again, made an extremely ingenious turn and circled around that girl. The sword-light changed again. It moved to the side, dodging, and then forcibly pierced through. It remained as agile and graceful as ever, stabbing forward with great speed.

At this time, there was clearly a Nirvana Stage and two Sky-high Fighter s in the vicinity. Yet no one could help him.

Ming Jue let out a wail of unwillingness, suddenly throwing out a golden ball from his hand. Just as the Throwing Knife was about to reach him, a golden membrane burst out.

However, before the golden light could cover his entire body, the Throwing Knife had sliced his left arm off!

The bloody light scattered everywhere, and a miserable howl suddenly resounded throughout the hole.

Han Yan's face turned green in an instant, following the spinning sword aura, it slowly turned to look at where it came from. Killing intent flashed in his eyes: "Who are you? How dare you ambush us here? "

The Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator s all took out their big bows and pointed their arrows at the dust cloud, their eyes sharp. The resolution to lose one of his arms was extremely vicious.

Qin Lie secretly sighed, he knew that the situation in the pit was not good for people like him. No matter how strong he was, it was difficult to deal with the dozens of powerful crossbows shooting at him.

Moreover, his Cultivation Level was not even at the top yet. And amongst these people, there was even a Nirvana Stage Martial Cultivator who was slightly inferior to Li Xieling!

With a self-deprecating laugh, Qin Lie stepped out of the smoke and retracted his Rushing Thunder Sword, as he indifferently looked in front of him. Deep within his eyes, there was a hint of hesitation.

There weren't many chances of victory in today's battle. Even if he could win, it would only be a miserable one. He was fine, but Duan Yun was most likely going to be heavily injured.

The only way to achieve complete victory was for the law of the Yellow Springs Bell that he sealed in the Divine Purgatory Diagram, the River Styx.

When the Yellow Springs Bell and the Yin Soldier appeared in the ancient palace of the Boundary Tree, he accidentally comprehended a type of law. However, he was still unable to completely grasp this law, so once he forcefully activated it, he might fall into a situation of mutual destruction.

As the dust gradually dispersed, Ming Dong and the rest of the Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator also finally managed to clearly see the two figures inside.

However, Han Yan had frowned a step ahead of him. When Real Strength and Spiritual Energy converged in his eyes, even a few kilometers away could be seen. A mere gray sand could not obstruct his eyesight at all.

The next moment, his gaze swept across Qin Lie's face as well as Duan Yun's as he said with an astonished expression, "You couldn't be the Qin Lie of the legends, right?"

He was somewhat familiar with that face, he had seen it not long ago in a portrait sent over by someone from the Yunxia Mountain. Even a few dozen breaths ago, he had even calculated that he would take away all the treasures that this person carried with him.

However, he didn't expect that after a short while, this person would already be in front of him.

He couldn't help but feel joy in his heart. Wasn't this the best place to kill someone in this mine?

But soon after, he revealed a puzzled expression. The young man in front of him was clearly at the Ten Thousand Profound Realm. However, the Throwing Knife s that had just chopped off one of their arms were at least Profound Arts Master s that could control artifacts and soared into the sky. The aura of three stone puppets was comparable to a ninth stage Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator and similarly needed to be in the Soul Mirror Realm to activate.

Rumor has it that Qin Lie was unable to open the Soul Sea and it was not Profound Arts Master at all.

He had subconsciously thought that the middle-aged man beside Qin Lie was controlling it. But when he looked carefully now, he realized that he was at most an early stage Martial Cultivator. The amount of soul power that he was releasing wasn't anything out of the ordinary. In fact, it wasn't even at the Soul-Lock Realm.

Who exactly was controlling those three stone puppets? A question immediately surfaced in his mind.

Ming Jue was also startled. When he looked carefully at Qin Lie's face, his eyes burned with a blaze. Touching the wound on his left arm, Ming Jue once again twisted his face, laughing sinisterly: "You don't care who he is! "Capture him alive! I want him to burn for ten days and ten nights to die to vent the hatred I have for my missing arm!"

Han Yan suddenly woke up when he heard this, and laughed involuntarily. Who cares about these three stone puppets and who exactly were the Spirit Sword Throwing Knife controlled? What was strange about them, they just needed to be captured.

The light in his eyes flickered as he casually made a hand gesture. The twenty strong bows behind him immediately made a "peng peng" sound. The arrow that was as thick as twenty fingers pierced through the air. In the short span of ten breaths, a string of arrows were shot out.

And following closely behind them, were the two Martial Cultivator of the fourth level of Heavenly Completion Stage. He wore heavy armor, but his movements were gentle and swift. As he was guarding against the Rushing Thunder Sword that was spinning in mid air, he was rapidly approaching it.

The arrow only hit the three stone puppets, immediately causing stone chips to fly everywhere. One after another, a series of 'ding ding dang dang' sounds were emitted. The huge force carried by each arrow caused the huge body of the puppet to constantly retreat.

Duan Yun's eyes could not help but reveal an anxious look. Yet Qin Lie who was beside him was still in a daze, without any reaction.

Seeing more than a dozen sharp arrows shooting toward them, the three stone puppets had holes all over their bodies and could not be completely blocked. Only the stone slab was incomparably sturdy, but it could only send a small half of the arrow flying. Duan Yun panicked, and was about to subconsciously block in front of Qin Lie.

But just as he moved, he was suddenly pulled away abruptly by Qin Lie. When he turned his head to look, he saw that Qin Lie was smiling while looking ahead. The hesitation in his eyes had long since disappeared, leaving behind only a hint of helplessness and a cold resolution.

As Duan Yun's mind relaxed, he became stunned again. The feeling Qin Lie gave him at this moment was exceptionally different. Even though the current Qin Lie was still faintly smiling, in his eyes, it was as if he was a stranger.

He couldn't help but shudder as he felt the surrounding temperature suddenly turn cold. The wind in this hole was cold to begin with, but it was not like this. It sent chills down one's spine. His blood and Qi seemed about to freeze.

In the next moment, they only heard Qin Lie's faint voice.

"Brother Duan, close your eyes!" Duan Yun was startled. At this time, he only needed an instant to die, how could he close his eyes? He didn't have the ability to fight blindly with others.

After a moment of hesitation, he closed his eyes. Just now, Qin Lie's voice was especially solemn and serious. He was willing to gamble and trust Qin Lie.

His vision turned dark, and he heard another 'clang' sound. Duan Yun tried to use his Intent to discern that it was the sound of the Rushing Thunder Sword being unsheathed. This Soul-soldier, wrapped up by the Xiao Jin, actually boiled up and floated in the air.

Then, Qin Lie's voice sounded out once again.

"Without me. "Don't open your eyes."

Duan Yun was startled, what exactly was going on? The bottom of his heart sank, and a bad idea arose in his mind. If it was Qin Lie, he knew that he would never be able to forget, and planned to fight with all his might against these people. For a moment, Duan Yun's emotions were in a million different ways. His eyelids moved slightly, as though he was feeling conflicted.

But in Qin Lie's heart, there was nothing else.

The power of the Underworld Law, he wouldn't use it unless he was in dire straits. It's just that the situation today is not necessary.

With a sigh, the cold power around him became dozens of times stronger in the blink of an eye.

The moss on both sides of the stream nearby was also withering.

Countless amounts of dead grey Qi wrapped around his right hand.

"Death of the Yellow Springs, Frost Waves — —" Qin Lie let out a soft cry, as he extended his hand forward, and grabbed onto the Rushing Thunder Sword. His right hand had turned ashen white, like a dead man's hand. He was completely lifeless. At this moment, all 3,000 strands of hair turned pale from top to bottom.

And when the Genuine Qi rushed forward, there was another soft 'clang' sound. Strands of lightning flashed on the Rushing Thunder Sword, along with the Worldly Art that was intertwined with water and fire, emerging from the tip of the sword.

When he mixed with the grey gas, there was no disharmony or rejection.

As for Qin Lie's voice, it continued to echo outwards. The sword light danced, creating a gray shadow. The concentrated cold yin energy and the grayish-white death aura seemed to have turned into a river that flowed violently through this underground space.

"The Miasma River converges. The Nine Nether Transformation Gate." "To fuse the sword and bring it into the world, and to sever the karma of others!"

Following the voice, Qin Lie seemed to have disappeared from the world. It'd become one with the raging waves of the nether spirit river.

When he first sensed the change in Qin Lie, other than Duan Yun who was hesitating to open his eyes, there were two other Innate Martial Masters who were originally filled with killing intent and had ferocious expressions. His pupils shrank as he revealed an extremely terrified expression.

However, at this moment, the grey sword shadow suddenly changed from extremely quiet to extremely fast. The purple lightning flashed, and the sword seemed to have no substance as it came out from the netherworld. Extremely ghostly, it arrived in front of his eyes.

Even the heavy armors worn by the two Sky-high Fighter s were useless. He couldn't even sense the armor around his neck as it was pierced through like rotten bamboo. Then, he felt a chill coming from the neck.

He was frightened out of his wits for a moment, and when he finally regained his senses, the figure shrouded in gray death aura had already passed through the gap between them, leaving no traces of his presence behind.

After a while, he realized that he was still alive. There was no blood coming out from the wound on his neck.

However, just as the two of them were rejoicing and looking at each other in joy, they were both incomparably shocked as they stared blankly at each other.

The figure in front of him was withering and drying up at an astonishing speed. Not only was he unable to muster any more strength, his skin also instantly aged and even rapidly disappeared.

The whole process was extremely horrifying, but it also made people despair!

There was only one thought left in his mind, what kind of power was this? So terrifying, so tyrannical?

Qin Lie's figure, was still rushing forward. With the help of the External Pill, he leapt thirty meters in one go. With a flash of his sword, all the arrows that had been shot at him were easily deflected.

Three hundred meters passed in the blink of an eye. Han Yan's face also turned white, looking at the greyish white sword, his eyes revealed a look of fear, feeling that the situation was extremely strange. The pale figure in front of him seemed to be in extreme danger as well.

The Young Lord of The Sky Demon Martial School that was rumored to be mediocre, how could he possess such shocking power?

This movement technique, where did it come from? Such a terrifying monster?

He did not have the time to ponder over it, and the first thing he did was to release a few Dao talismans. The air turned into many fire dragons that charged forward to bite. The claw chain between his sleeves also shot out, grabbing towards Qin Lie.

With a flash of the gray sword light, the fire dragons that filled the sky disappeared without a trace. With the second wave of the sword, all the claw chains had been tempered.

In front of the greyish white sword, anything was like rotten wood, easily severed!

Han Yan had originally taken out a blade and slashed horizontally with an incomparably domineering aura. A sharp blade energy directly cut a few tens of feet deep mark on the stone wall at the side. At this moment, he inhaled a breath of cold air upon seeing this. In his memory, there was only one person who could use this kind of sword technique.