Chapter 527: The Master of the Fire Cloud Hall who came back from the dead

"A small Venerable Spirit Realm cultivator dares to be strong here!" Han Bing felt his scalp tingle at the thought of the dark elf's words. Could it be that this dark elf's spiritual power cultivation has surpassed the Zun Spirit Realm, has reached the Divine Spirit Realm, or even higher?

Han Bing couldn't see the spiritual power cultivation of this dark elf, he could only guess.

The dark elf scratched a hole in the ice's forehead and stepped aside. It seems that he just wants to teach Han Bing a lesson, and he doesn't want to kill Han Bing.

The dark elves stood aside, as if waiting for someone.

Han Bing looked at the dark elf in a daze, he didn't dare to leave, let alone rush over.

He didn't know anything about the dark elves, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Just as the ice and the dark elves were confronting, a loud chirp suddenly sounded in the foggy sky.

Han Bing changed color in horror, because he suddenly saw a Dapeng bird with wings about dozens of feet long.

The red Dapeng bird landed gently on the hillside, and on the back of the Dapeng sat a thin old man with a plain white body. The thin old man was so thin that the loose plain white robe on his body seemed to hang on a coat rack. The old man's face was thinner! The thin old man's eyes were closed, and his dry hands were fiddling with a pair of skeletal rosaries.

The thin old man faced the cold ice, and suddenly said coldly: "You are the cold ice?"

Han Bing nodded in surprise: "Yes...... I'm ......"

The thin old man said coldly: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have found the endless gold and silver treasures here!"

After the thin old man said this, he no longer faced the ice.

The dwarf dark elf stood at the feet of the thin old man with a reverent expression: "Master, I just checked, there are three corpses here, and there are thirty-nine living people. ”

The thin old man said lightly: "The cold ice is left, and the rest of the people are killed!"

The Dark Elf said "yes" and left.

"Slow down......" The thin old man suddenly spoke again: "You watch here, let Han Bing kill!"

Han Bing was taken aback: "Me?"

"I'll spare your life, and you help me kill these people! "The words of the thin old man are cold without a trace of temperature, and there is no room for discussion.

"You...... Who is it?" Han Bing stood still, his eyes wary at the thin old man.

"I'm Huo Cong!" The thin old man said coldly: "I'm not the Huo Cong of the Fire Cloud Hall in the past, I'm the Huo Cong of Kunpeng Hai!"

Huo Cong!

Huo Cong's name, in the Demon Continent, who doesn't know, who doesn't know?

In the past, Huo Cong and his wife Huo Yiren founded the Fire Cloud Palace, the Mighty Demon Continent. In the end, Huo Cong died violently, and the whereabouts of Huo Yi people are unknown! The current Huoyun Hall is actually controlled by Huo Cong and Huo Sen, the son of Huo Yiren. Huo Sen is nominally the deputy hall master of the Huoyun Palace, but in fact, he is the Huoyun Palace, a veritable chief scoop.

Han Bing never dreamed that here, he would meet Huo Cong!

Huo Cong sat on the back of the Roc Bird, facing the ice with a calm face. Strangely, he kept his eyes closed and never opened them.

Han Bing was stunned for a long time, and he smiled: "It turned out to be a fire senior, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Huo Cong didn't speak, he still sat motionless on the back of the roc bird.

The dark elf glared at Han Bing: "Did you hear my master's words?"

Han Bing was startled: "What words?"

The Dark Elf said, "Kill those people for us!" he said, pointing at the people in the village.

Han Bing's eyes flickered, he took a few steps back, and said loudly, "Okay!"

Huo Cong suddenly interjected, "After killing those people, you will return the way you came! Don't let me see you, or you will die a terrible death." ”

Gritting his teeth, he kept backing and then swept back like lightning. The more than 30 villagers in the open space still stood motionless, they did not dare to run, nor did they dare to resist. The conversation between Han Bing and Huo Cong just now was too far away for them to hear at all.

With the arrival of Huo Cong and the dark elves, the villagers suddenly felt hopeful. They regarded the fire cong who rode the roc bird and the dwarf dark elves as gods.

Han Bing gritted his teeth and glanced fiercely at the villagers in front of him: "I didn't want to kill you, but...... but some people want your lives. He glanced back at the fire and dark elves on the hillside.

Listening to Han Bing's words, the villagers suddenly fried the pot.

"Why did you kill us?"

"Blind dates, don't be weak anymore...... Fight with this gang of robbers......"

......

The panic of the villagers suddenly turned into a rolling angry wave! More than 30 villagers, waving their fists, surrounded the cold ice.

Han Bing sighed, he suddenly felt pathetic and ridiculous. These ordinary villagers actually had to fight hard with the powerhouses of the seventh level of the Venerable Spirit Realm. Don't say thirty people, even three hundred, three thousand, it doesn't help, and it's not an opponent of ice.

The cold ice has released seven layers of spiritual power! The seventh-layer spiritual power of a seventh-level powerhouse in the Spirit Realm is also a terrifying existence. Not to mention that thirty ordinary villagers, even thirty iron giants, they can't withstand the bombardment of fifty percent of the spiritual power of the seventh-level powerhouse of the Spirit Realm.

What's more, now it's not the fifth floor, but the seventh floor!

Once the seventh-layer spiritual power of the cold ice was released, the more than thirty villagers who besieged him would be killed in an instant.

Just when the spiritual power of the seventh layer of cold ice was about to be released, on the small hillside in the distance, something suddenly changed.

The fire cong who was sitting on the back of the Dapeng bird didn't know when it disappeared. Up the hill, only the dwarf dark elf was left shouting loudly.

"The host...... Master...... Where have you been?"

Han Bing was stunned, and as soon as he wanted to make a move, he immediately stopped when he heard the cry of the dark elves.

The spiritual power slowly retracted, and the cold ice flew out of the encirclement.

The villagers exclaimed in amazement, watching the ice fly over their heads, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Ice returned to the hillside, looking at the dark elves with curiosity.

The dark elves were so anxious that when they saw the cold ice, they immediately widened their eyes and roared: "What are you looking at, don't you help me find it?"

Han Bing said suddenly, "Did your master use stealth?"

"No, no, even if the master uses invisibility, I can feel it!"

"Your master is from the Kunpeng Sea, so he must have gone back again, right?" asked Han Bing tentatively.

"The master has come all the way here, and the matter has not been done yet, how can he go back?" said the dark elf.

"Your master is from the Kunpeng Sea, but you are from the dark world...... Perhaps, your master's disappearance has something to do with the Dark World. Han Bing said slowly.

Cold sweat trickled down the dark elf's forehead, and he suddenly became nervous after listening to Han Bing's words.

(End of chapter)