The rich air of death rippled, covering the sky and the sun, and the space rippled layer by layer, and a gray-white spirit flag slowly emerged from the dead air......

"Hmph, the five evil forces have now gone to the third, what, do you want to unify the evil forces?" The palace master's face was gloomy, a faint demonic aura squirmed in his palm, and two silver thin needles shining with cold glow were ready to go. com

"Are you afraid, if you're afraid, then hand over the soldiers to me!" The hall master of the Death Temple smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and the monstrous power rippled, pressing towards the palace master of the Netherworld Palace.

"Afraid? In the scriptures and exercises of my Netherworld, there is no such word as fear. The Netherworld Palace Master's face became solemn.

"You should be grateful to the Lord of the Gate of Hell, who died for you, and you should be overtaken for him. ”

"This is nature, the entire hell gate, will be taken over by my Netherworld, and I will fulfill his long-cherished wish that he has not fulfilled. The palace master's face was gloomy, his body was surrounded by demonic energy, and his body floated slightly, like a ghost, approaching the Han soldiers.

He knew that there were many methods for the Han soldiers, and a bottle of life source was turned into a highly poisonous thing, and even the soul was incinerated!

Although he was approaching Hanbing, he was secretly vigilant, his fingers together, and the silver needle was ready to be fired.

"Hey, in fact, it doesn't mean much, it's just the two of us, the secret of the Han soldiers, how about we share it together? Bloodthirsty Pavilion, the two territories of the Soul Eater Hall, one for each of us, as for the Hell Gate, you owe the door master a life, his disciple, let you take it." The white bone banner in the hand of the hall master of the Temple of Death was slowly put away, and it was the monstrous death qi that retreated silently at this moment, like the ebb tide of the sea.

"Hehe, yes, your conditions are very tempting, you actually took the initiative to take a step back, say, what do you want?" The Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace was not a fool, he naturally saw the selfishness of the Hall Master of the Temple of Death.

"Don't want anything, Hanbing's secret, let's share it, how about it?" The Lord of the Temple of Death laughed.

"Okay, then you take off the ring on Hanbing's hand first. The Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace said.

"No, it's better for you to do it first, lest you rely on me to secretly do things and leave something important!" said the Lord of the Temple of Death quite tactfully.

"There was a crystal clear ancient coffin-like necklace on his chest, which once emitted a soft and holy light!This should be a treasure!" the Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace showed a hint of greed.

In the cemetery where the gods were buried, he had seen that the light of holiness could shelter the soldiers for a short flight.

The green piece of paper in his arms seemed to be resistant to the power of the soul, and once faced the pressure of Ye Xichen's heavenly realm soul, the green light flashed, and he didn't even have a trace of oppression. The Lord of the Temple of Death smiled, his eyes green and glowing with a hint of greed.

"Okay, then these two treasures, one for each of us. The Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace said very happily.

"He walked out of the cemetery, he should have got the source of life, you see, the index finger of his hands, each has a ring, let's try our luck, how about one choose?" The Lord of the Temple of Death said.

"No problem! you do it first, you pick the rest of the things on Hanbing's body first. The palace master of the Netherworld Palace was a little worried in his heart, he was afraid that Han Bing was cheating on death, and seeing the Hell Gate Master die tragically in front of him, he really felt cold on his back.

At this moment, in the depths of Han Bing's mind, a layer of white light slowly squirmed, and the pure vitality flowed out, nourishing his wounded body.

At this time, Han Bing had already woken up, his soul power was rippling, and he heard the conversation between the palace master of the Netherworld Palace and the hall master of the Temple of Death, and as for their thoughts, Han Bing also understood.

"Since you are so afraid of me, then I will do my best, people, when you are the most proud, it is also the time when you have the greatest flaws! If you want to kill, you have to kill with one blow!" Han Bing sneered in his heart.

"Okay, I'll do it first!" A bundle of spirit locks suddenly appeared in the hand of the hall master of the Temple of Death, and at the same time, the bone banner in his hand resurfaced, and the bone banner shook with a monstrous coercion, steaming with a strong death aura

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At this moment, Han Bing sneered in his heart, "Really careful, am I so insidious?

The Soul Separation Technique that the Heaven Hatred Sect taught him played a great role at this moment.

With the green rune paper, Han Bing's detached soul can hide all fluctuations, even the soul body, and it seems to be compatible with the entire space, so that people can't see a trace of it.

Han Bing's soul stood quietly aside, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"You two are playing your own little abacus in your hearts! Dog eats dog, a mouthful of hair, haha, I'm still a fisherman, see how much benefit you can get in the end!"

Sou

The dark gray bundle spirit lock was bubbling with a trace of dead air, and instantly tied up the Han soldier, even the white bone flag, like a soul suppression talisman, a wriggling, fell to the top of the Han soldier's head, the heavenly spirit cover, the slightest dead air squirmed, submerged into his heavenly spirit cover, and then, the whole body of the Han soldier, all the pores, were bubbling with black dead air!

"Haha, it seems that Han Bing really fell into a deep coma, bound by the spirit lock, and there was no slightest resistance and fluctuation!" "The hall master of the Temple of Death laughed, probed his dry palm, and savagely grabbed Han Bing, without the slightest sympathy, he grabbed the green rune paper in Han Bing's arms, and at the same time, with a shake of his hand, he removed the ring on his left hand.

In an instant, Han Bing's left hand flowed with red blood, and the sea of blood did not drip to the ground, it was swallowed by the dead air, and the rich blood essence was withdrawn.

Tick

Drops of black blood slowly fell to the ground.

Blazing

The Lord of the Temple of Death savagely tore open the soldier's clothes, and a slightly tattered parchment scroll appeared.

"Haha, this should be the formation secret book for Han soldiers to build a mysterious formation!"

On the side, the palace master of the Netherworld Palace turned pale, his heart was dripping blood, and a sense of regret spread in the bottom of his heart.

"It seems that my worries are unnecessary!Hanbing, you really damn you......" A trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Palace Master of the Netherworld.

"It's your turn......

The Lord of the Temple of Death removed the White Bone Banner and threw it to the Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace with the Han soldiers, like throwing dead dogs.

This seems to be a gentle throw, but in fact it implies strength, the technique of "fighting cattle across the mountain", the body of Hanbing, is just a tool to transmit strength.

The palace master of the Netherworld Palace is not stupid, the spiritual power ripples in the palm of his hand, and the moment he catches the body of the Han soldier, his right hand shook, and two silver needles burst out, stabbing directly into the eyebrows and chest of the hall master of the Temple of Death.

bang

A loud bang came from the chest of the Palace Master of the Netherworld, and immediately, the Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

It turned out that the attack of the hall master of the Temple of Death was not to fight cattle across the mountain, and the palm of the palace master of the Netherworld Palace that touched the body of the Han soldier did not feel the slightest transmission of power.

The dead qi squirmed in an instant, rising from Han Bing's body, slowly emerging and instantly turning into a black arrow feather, the arrow feather seemed to exceed the speed of light, and before the Netherworld Palace Palace Lord could react, it instantly pierced through his chest.

On the side, the hall master of the Temple of Death was also uncomfortable, he had been staring at the palace master of the Netherworld, he knew that the Netherworld Palace was unwilling and would make a move!

He was right, and the moment the palace master of the Netherworld Palace caught Han Bing, he saw a white light flying towards his eyebrows.

Although he took precautions and successfully avoided the silver needle that pierced his eyebrows, there was a pain in his chest, and he was pierced by a silver needle, and the pain in his heart made him piercing.

"It turned out to be the Heavenly Demon Soul Melting Needle. Netherworld Palace Master, you are really vicious!" The Death Hall Master's face was full of shock.

With a bang, the body and soul of the Hall Master of the Temple of Death exploded, and at this moment, he actually chose to explode himself to alleviate the heart-wrenching pain.

The void rippled, and the body of the Lord of the Temple of Death reorganized in the air, and it was obvious that this was the credit of the death talisman given by the ancestor of all demons.

"Hmph, you're not bad, dare to hurt me, go die!"

The palace master of the Netherworld Palace savagely threw Han Bing aside, the demonic qi in his hand squirmed, and the dark death scythe appeared.

"Open the world ...... with one sword"

rumble

Heaven and earth roar,

A swarthy magic knife, comparable to the Heavenly God Axe, stood up to the sky and the earth, the magic power was mighty, and a black sword shadow cut through the void, slashing at the Lord of the Temple of Death.

airplanes

A layer of enchantment condensed by death qi protected the hall master of the Temple of Death, the white bone banner rippled for a while, the magic sound was mighty, and it went straight to the sky, and in a trance, Han Bing felt that he heard the requiem on the road of reincarnation again.

The magic sound was pervasive, and Han Bing was sure that if he didn't have the protection of the green rune paper, his soul would definitely not be able to bear it, and it would collapse in an instant.

"Ah......h

The palace master of the Netherworld Palace suddenly hugged his head and shouted, his face was hideous, and he seemed to be very painful.

At this moment, the white bone banner shook and crossed the sky, and the arm-thick banner pierced his chest fiercely, and the rich dead air filled the air, constantly eroding his vitality.

"Ah......h

A hysterical scream sounded in the air, and with a loud bang, the palace master of the Netherworld Palace also blew himself up.

"Hmph, three death talismans, now you can die twice!" said slowly to the void as the hall master of the Temple of Death turned to the void.

Not far away, Han Bing's soul body trembled, "The death talisman is really against the sky." With a faint wave of his hand, six death talismans slowly emerged, "I must study it carefully another day!" Han Bing showed a solemn look.

Suddenly, on the gray death talisman, Han Bing felt a faint power of the curse.

"Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons, I didn't expect you to be so insidious, the so-called death talisman turned out to be ......"

Han Bing didn't continue, he knew that some people, in order to reach a certain level of cultivation, as long as they gently called their names, they would have sense.

A single gaze, a look, and even the white gas exhaled by the mouth can kill people invisibly! This is the mastery and application of dimensions.

Naturally, Han Bing heard from Ling Xiaoxue'er.

"Whoosh......"

The space shook, and the figure of the palace master of the Netherworld Palace appeared in the void, and at this time, his face was a little pale, and there was a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Han Bing's face changed slightly, and he and the hall master of the Death God Temple really felt the breath of the ancestor of ten thousand demons.

"The substitute death talisman is not to die in place of oneself and let oneself be reborn again, but to regenerate the ancestor of all demons by consuming the substitute death talisman!" Han Bing muttered in his heart, at the same time, his figure flashed, and he came to his body, his arm shook, and he removed the spirit lock, and then the soul separation technique dissipated, and the soul body returned.

Sou

The green rune paper and space ring in the hands of the hall master of the Temple of Death flew back autonomously, and at the same time, the red lotus rose under the feet of Han Bing, and his body fluttered into the air.

"Good fellow, you're not afraid of the spirit lock?" The Lord of the Temple of Death showed a look of surprise.

"Hey, I wanted to make a profit and let the two of you continue to fight for another hundred rounds, but unfortunately, I discovered a secret!" Han Bing smiled, showing his white teeth.

"What's the secret?" The Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace was a little shocked, he was really afraid of the methods of the Han soldiers.

"If you want to know the secret, it depends on whether you have the idea of changing your ways. Han Bing smiled.

"Netherworld Palace Master, what's so good about evil, it's like a rat crossing the street, being shouted and beaten by the people of the world, give up, wash your hands in the golden basin, and be a new person!" said the Hall Master of the Temple of Death.

"Humph......"

The Palace Master of the Netherworld Palace snorted coldly and looked at Han Bing.

"Okay, one evildoer, trying to convince another evildoer to change his ways?" Han Bing laughed.

"Are you guys telling a story, or are you joking?" Han Bing felt a little speechless.

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