Han Baichuan's breathing began to become rapid.

"Luckily, I brought a lot of people with me, and I survived in the end. ”

"What did you do with my dad!"

Han Baichuan exclaimed again in disbelief.

"Don't worry, he's still alive, just a little injured, it's fine. ”

Han Baichuan's nervous face suddenly eased, he slowly narrowed his eyes, looked at Ye Haotian with some mockery, and said, "What do you want to do when you tell me this? Do you want me to go back to the house and ask my father to spare you?"

It is not surprising that Han Baichuan can have this kind of thought, Anyang City has 200,000 defense troops, and in the past two years, the orthodox leader Jintu has spent all his energy on cultivation, and all the big and small affairs have been handed over to Han Zhongtian to deal with, to a certain extent, the Han family has completely mastered the dispatch power of this 200,000 army, let alone killing a Ye Haotian, even if it is easy to destroy a sect.

Ye Haotian paused for a moment, and suddenly had an urge to laugh, but the picture of Hera lying on the bed kept shaking in front of him, and he really couldn't laugh.

"This kind of thing won't bother you. Ye Haotian looked at Han Baichuan carefully, "There is only one reason why I came here to talk so much to you...... Because you're going to die. ”

Han Baichuan's pupils contracted sharply, the corners of his mouth twitched for a while, and he struggled to retreat, getting closer and closer to the blood-colored overlord knife leaning against the wall: "You want to kill me?"

"You're not too stupid after all. ”

Ye Haotian sat motionless on the bed, as if he didn't see Han Baichuan's intentions: "I had promised Zhuang Yusheng not to kill you again, but your father refused to let me go, I just said so much, I just hope that you don't complain about me after you die, if you want to blame your father, he sent you to a dead end, not only you, but your Han family, I will not let any of them go!"

At the end, Ye Haotian's voice gradually became cold, like ice from the Nine Shadows Abyss, at this time, Han Baichuan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the Scarlet Overlord Knife, although he was seriously injured, he knew that he was by no means Ye Haotian's opponent, but in a desperate situation of life and death, he would not let anyone slaughter him.

The speed at which he took out the knife was extremely fast, and it seemed that all the strength in his life was concentrated on this knife, and a blood-colored wind blew in the not too spacious room, Ye Haotian did not move, and still sat quietly on the bed, because the moment Han Baichuan raised his hand, he could see that this knife did not slash at him, but slashed at the window on the side.

This side hall is a place where the temple is specially used to treat the injured, before the Chengtian Festival, Ye Haotian inquired about every detail before and after the Great Sacrifice from Long Zaitian, and only then did he find the room where Han Baichuan was recuperating in the shortest possible time.

At this time, the wounded and the medical officers in the hall were all sleeping, and in order to avoid affecting others, some soundproofing magic circles were also set up on the walls of each room, and once the doors and windows were closed, it was difficult for the loud sound to reach the outside.

Ye Haotian noticed this when he entered the house, Han Baichuan was obviously no stranger, if the closed window was really split, it would inevitably alarm the priests outside, no matter how strong Ye Haotian was, it was impossible for him to kill people under the hindrance of those dozens of priests.

The Overlord Sword was getting closer and closer to the window, and Han Baichuan's eyes were filled with irrepressible ecstasy, as if he could split the hidden wooden window in the next moment, but at the moment when the blood-red tip of the knife almost touched the window lattice, a silver-red small sword suddenly flew out of Ye Haotian's chest, and Qi Gen sank into Han Baichuan's heart.

The expression on Han Baichuan's face instantly stiffened, the strength of his whole body was suddenly emptied, the arm holding the knife fell weakly, and the overlord knife fell on the window lattice, making a soft pop, and then fell to the ground after bounce. The wooden window was blown by the knife wind, making a creaking sound, but it was not pushed open after all.

Han Baichuan died.

His pupils were wide open, his life was gone, and his face was pained and frightened.

Blood flowed slowly from under his body, brighter than the blood knife on the ground.

Ye Haotian stood up, walked around Han Baichuan's corpse, bent down to pick up the Overlord Knife on the ground, pondered for a moment and turned around and walked out.

......

......

The oriental glow is becoming more and more gorgeous, a round of red sun is gradually rising, and Anyang City has ushered in a new day.

The sun was shining outside, and the secret room under the Martyrs' Hall was still as dark as night, as if it was independent of another space outside this world.

"Thank you. ”

Ye Haotian sat on the animal skin blanket and thanked Ye Wuying on the other side.

This secret room is a place where guests are greeted by a shadowless night, and it is also a bedroom without a shadow at night, the room is pitch black, there is no light, but it is unusually dry and tidy, as soon as he enters the door, Ye Haotian feels a strong vitality rushing to his face, his face does not show any abnormality, but he is secretly surprised in his heart, the vitality here is at least ten times more abundant than in his cultivation room, if he cultivates here, the cultivation speed is enough to increase more than five times!

"Your courage is really getting bigger and bigger, you dare to make a move against Han Zhongtian, that is a strong man in the early stage of the Six Realms, you can be wiped out with one finger, aren't you afraid of death?"

The sound of the night without a shadow is always cold, but today it is mixed with a hint of strangeness.

Ye Haotian suddenly smiled, as if he had completely changed people, and said in a tone that was almost flattering: "Isn't it because you have a teacher, otherwise how dare I make a move." ”

"Don't play these little tricks in front of me in the future, I can pull you when you face death threats, but I won't help you kill. ”

Ye Wuying's voice was still as cold as ever, and it was not soothed by Ye Haotian's flattery.

Ye Haotian hurriedly nodded yes.

Galaxy hunters have many secret methods for transmitting information, and when Ye Haotian walked into the Han Mansion, he received a message from Ye Wuying, which was the biggest reliance for him to dare to say that he wanted to kill Han Zhongtian, but he didn't expect that it was not Ye Wuying who was the first to help him, but quicksand. This surprised him a little.

"Are you looking for me in such a hurry, is there anything else? not just to say a few words of gratitude. ”

"I killed Han Baichuan. ”

Ye Haotian was outspoken, with a flattering smile on his face, and his voice was calm and gave people the feeling that killing people seemed to him like pinching an ant to death.

"Just now, not only Han Baichuan, but also Han Zhongtian and everyone in the Han family, I will not let any of them go. ”。

Ye Wuyin was silent, and the eyes hidden in the black cloth hat looked at Ye Haotian coldly, Ye Haotian was the apprentice he trained single-handedly, he was proficient in the galaxy assassination technique and the hiding technique, it was not difficult for him to sneak into the rebirth hall to heal the wounded and kill people, but his courage was inevitably too great.

Han Baichuan is the youngest son of Han Zhongtian, and he is the most outstanding cultivation genius of the Han family's generation, looking at the entire cultivation world, there have not been a few genius teenagers who can enter the Four Realms at the age of fourteen in a hundred years, if nothing else, he is likely to become the youngest powerhouse of the Seven Realms in the new generation of the Great Xia Kingdom in a few years, but he died like this, or died in the temple, if it spreads, the anger of the Han family is bound to burn most of Anyang City, although the temple is not afraid, but it will cause immeasurable damage to the reputation of the temple.