Even Han Juzheng couldn't help but be shocked by this move, in his opinion, it was absolutely impossible for Fang Ling to escape the control of the Dementor Bell, so it was only natural that he was affected by the explosion just now.

However, Fang Ling's sudden kicking of the knife made Han Juzheng's heart suddenly jump into an idea, could it be that this young man was not controlled by the soul bell?

This thought flashed, and Han Juzheng suddenly raised his sleeve robe, and the robe suddenly rolled up like a flowing cloud, and the endless force quickly dissolved the true strength of the knife.

At the same moment, Fang Ling swooped up like a tiger descending from a mountain, and stabbed towards Han Juzheng fiercely in his hand.

Han Juzheng laughed, quickly raised the soul bell, and yelled: "Give me back!"

However, the effect of the Soul Fixing Pill was still there, and Fang Ling's determination was as firm as a rock, not affected by the bell at all, and the castration was not reduced in the slightest, and ten percent of the strength was condensed on it.

Han Juzheng didn't expect Fang Ling's eyes to be blazing, and there was no chaos at all, so he knew that he was not controlled by the Soul Bell, and he was taken aback again, but in the end, he was a master of the Qi Realm, so he waved his sleeve robe violently, and grabbed Fang Ling's Heavenly Spirit Cover with one claw.

With his speed and strength, he was enough to kill Fang Ling at the moment he avoided Fang Ling.

It's just that Han Ju is being affected by a series of shocks, but he forgets that he has another opponent - the three-eyed arrow mink.

The little mink had already appeared behind Han Juzheng at some point, its body shrank, and its body like a mountain tiger turned into the size of a kitten, and then it "shot" at Han Juzheng like a sharp arrow, its claws pierced into his shoulders like sharp blades, and it opened its mouth to bite his neck.

"Ahh

Han Ju was clawed in mid-air, and he already felt a sharp pain in his neck, and suddenly let out a miserable scream.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Fang Ling had already rushed to his chest and stabbed him fiercely in the chest, and at the same time, Han Juzheng's palm also deviated from Fang Ling's head, and a heavy blow slammed into his arm.

The emaciated camel is also bigger than a horse, no matter how bad the master of the Qi Realm is, this full blow is enough for a Master of the Rigid Force Realm to kill.

Fang Ling also instinctively sensed the danger of death, however, at this moment, he had no reason to retreat, only to plunge deeper into his chest.

Under the threat of death, the Qi of Heaven and Earth instinctively churned, converged, and refined in an instant, turning into a higher level of Qi of Heaven and Earth, advancing Fang Ling's cultivation to the realm of melting Qi.

Almost at the same moment, Han Juzheng's palm force was Fang Ling's left shoulder, Fang Ling almost heard the click sound of the shoulder bone being shattered, and an indescribable sharp pain suddenly spread all over the body, blood rushed straight to the throat, and his hand involuntarily let go, staggered back a few steps back, and half-knelt on the ground, as if his whole body was falling apart.

However, he knows his luck better, if it is not for his cultivation to improve to a higher level, he is afraid that this palm will have to die, even so, his body has suffered a heavy injury!

Han Juzheng gathered a huge amount of true strength all over his body, and he forced the little mink back from his body, but the wound on his chest was not worried, although it did not pierce the heart, but it was on the edge of the heart, so there was no way to pull it out.

Han Juzheng was holding his wound tightly, but he couldn't stop the blood "liquid" from flowing outward, as a magic weapon, in addition to being sharper than mortal weapons, its lethality was also greatly enhanced, especially for the qi of heaven and earth.

When it penetrated into his body, the Heaven and Earth Qi in Han Juzheng's body was also disturbed, and he was now in a state of rage.

Where did Han Juzheng expect that the impact of this wound would be so huge, if he pulled it out, it would probably hurt his heart, if he didn't pull it out, the qi of heaven and earth in his body would already be disordered, his feet were weak at this time, and he also half-knelt on the ground.

Fang Ling vomited three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and a sad smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, good guy, he is worthy of being a master of the Qi Realm, even with the help of the little mink, his body has suffered quite serious internal injuries, several ribs have been broken, and his shoulder bones have also been shattered, if he is an ordinary person, it is estimated that he will not even be able to stand up.

However, Fang Ling is Fang Ling after all, a man with the blood of a dignified royal family, his will is very strong, even if he was hit hard, he still struggled to stand up with his strong will.

After standing firmly, he picked up the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and walked towards Han Juzheng step by step.

Han Juzheng's face changed, he never expected that things would develop like this, his fate was the same as that of the eldest apprentice, and at the last moment, when he thought that he would be able to kill the other party, this young man actually raised his level under the crisis, which is simply unbelievable.

However, the matter had already happened, Han Juzheng knew the current situation more clearly, he no longer had the arrogance just now, and hurriedly said, "Young man, wait a minute, how about we discuss?"

"What are you discussing? I guess there's nothing to say to someone who wants to use me as a blood sacrifice weapon, right?" Fang Ling said expressionlessly.

Han Ju was busy saying: "Young man, I won't practice this magic weapon, as long as you spare my life, I promise that I won't trouble you." ”

"Great Immortal, you are a dignified Great Immortal, if you are well, even if you don't know that I am troublesome, and you are known by your fellow immortals, wouldn't I have a catastrophe?" Fang Ling's mouth hooked a cruel smile, looking at this Great Immortal playfully.

The chaotic heaven and earth qi in his body made Han Juzheng cough up a mouthful of blood, and he hurriedly defended: "No, I'm not a great immortal, let alone an immortal disciple, I'm just ...... I just picked up a book of cultivation methods!"

"Oh, do you think I'll believe it?" Fang Ling looked at him condescendingly, sneering, he knew very well the power of this sword, although it was not pierced in the heart, but the organs around the heart had been greatly damaged, staying in the body would not stop the flow of blood in the slightest, and in the end, Han Juzheng's fate was only death!

Han Juzheng's fate hung by a thread, for fear that Fang Ling would not believe it, so he hurriedly explained: "What I said is the truth, I am a person from Xuzhou Village, worship under the Qijiang Gate, learn martial arts for more than ten years, and then build a small sect by myself, accept some apprentices, and just eat as a gangster" Years ago, I accidentally got a broken booklet in a cave in the deep mountains, and then I knew that this was a method of cultivating the truth, so I practiced according to the kung fu on the cultivation method, and the martial arts advanced by leaps and bounds. ”

"So, the method of refining magic weapons was also obtained from the cultivation method?" Fang Ling asked.

"Yes, I got it from there, if the young man wants this method of cultivating the truth, he can go with me to the main hall, and the method will be hidden in the dark room. Han Juzheng shouted busily.

Fang Ling slowly squatted down and asked, "Let me ask you one more thing, do you know about refining these evil Dao magic weapons?"

"Of course I know, King Yizhou is waiting for me to refine this 'mysterious' heart staff. Han Juzheng answered all questions at this time, and replied without hesitation.

Fang Ling couldn't help but snort secretly, if he looked at the surface, he really thought that Fang Zongao was a king who loved the people like a son, but behind his back, he connived at this fake immortal to refine the weapons with the souls of the people, and he didn't know how many people died in their hands.

Han Juzheng saw that Fang Ling was silent, and hurriedly said: "I still know the bigger secret of King Yizhou, if you spare my life......

Before he finished speaking, Fang Ling snorted heavily, "Han Juzheng, your blood is almost bleeding, if you want me to spare your life, tell the secret quickly." ”

Han Juzheng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "The reason why the King of Yizhou asked me to refine the 'Mystery' Heart Staff is because he wants me to use this method to control the officials of the Chu State, so that I can seize the imperial power of the Chu State!"

Fang Ling frowned when he heard this, and said, "So, the king of Yizhou actually has the ambition to be the emperor? What else do you know?"

Han Juzheng shook his head and said bitterly: "That's all I know, I'm just following the King of Yizhou and eating together." ”

Fang Ling slowly stood up and said indifferently, "Since you have told me everything you know, then you have no use value." ”

"You...... How can you not believe in your words, you obviously said that you would spare my life!" Han Juzheng screamed, trying to stand up, and then the chaotic energy rampaged through his body, and he couldn't exert half of his strength, and with the loss of a large amount of blood, his body became more and more exhausted.

Fang Ling said coldly: "When dealing with a murderous person like you, I like to be untrustworthy, could it be that you are still naïve to think that I will really spare you? However, since you have told me everything, this king will personally send you on your way!"

He slowly raised, the blood-stained blade like a scythe of death in the light of the flames.

Han Juzheng's heart was beating wildly, he had long been accustomed to a high position, even the King of Yizhou was full of respect for himself, wrapped in the identity of this great immortal, he even felt that he was a real great immortal, however, at this moment, he felt a kind of fear from the heart, the indifferent face of the young man, the sharp and bright blade, all released those fears in his heart.

Han Juzheng suddenly lost his sense of proportion, and almost staggered in front of Fang Ling, asking for his forgiveness, but Fang Ling's answer was only in his hand.

The knife rises, the head falls, and Han Juzheng's fate can't escape this dead word in the end.

As soon as Han Juzheng died, the surface of the Dementor Bell cracked like dry ground, and finally cracked into several pieces.

After solving Han Juzheng, Fang Ling took a long breath, stuffed the blood back into his waist, inserted it into the sheath, and then his eyes fell on the instrument.

He walked to the side of the Ding, picked it up and slashed it fiercely, until after cutting off the Dingzu, the tall Dingding suddenly tilted its direction, and streams of stone dissolved "liquid" flowed out of the Ding.