He immediately sacrificed the Soul Binding Rope and hit the black shadow, only to see a ribbon emitting purple light flying towards the black shadow like a spirit snake in the moonlight, and at the moment when it approached the black shadow, it suddenly turned into dozens of purple rays of light and twisted towards the black shadow from all directions.

The black shadow laughed wildly, threw the dead Lu Yuan at Yang Duyan casually, raised his head and swallowed the bloody heart, and a young and hideous face was also exposed to the bright moonlight.

That face turned out to be the youngest and most outstanding disciple of the Jiuhua Sect's generation, Han Jingmo, who had made a name for himself in the cultivation world five years ago.

Han Jingmo is the seventy-second generation disciple of the Jiuhua Sect, and he is also the only descendant disciple under the throne of Yang Kaitian, the head of the Jiuhua Sect.

He entered the Jiuhua Sect at the age of five, built the foundation at the age of fifteen, and married the Dan at the age of thirty.

Five years ago, Han Jingmo successfully married at the age of thirty, shocking the entire cultivation world, and for a while, he was in the limelight, and his amazing talent did not know how many monks were envious, and it was very beautiful for a while.

But later, Han Jingmo began to rarely appear in front of people, and even some important fighting competitions in the cultivation realm no longer appeared. In this regard, Jiuhua Sect's explanation to the outside world is that Han Jingmo, the descendant disciple of the head of the sect, is about to break through the mid-stage cultivation of Jindan, so he is dedicated to retreating and practicing in the sect.

The pride of heaven, who was supposed to practice in retreat in Jiuhua Sect, appeared in Qinghe Town, thousands of miles away, looking delirious, and he also did the act of digging up people's hearts, and Song Qingli, who was standing incognito on an ancient tree in the back mountain and witnessed everything, touched his chin, frowned and fell into contemplation.

Han Jingmo is worthy of being an extremely talented cultivator, and he is also able to dodge with ease in the face of the impenetrable soul-binding rope from all directions.

The Soul Binding Rope is a sharp weapon for the cultivation realm to capture defectors, as long as it is touched by the Soul Binding Rope, it will be immediately entangled layer by layer, unless the captured monk blew himself up, there is no possibility of escape.

This time down the mountain, the lock immortal cage and the soul binding rope carried by Yang Duyan were all to deal with Han Jingmo, but unexpectedly, the lock immortal cage was directly folded on a little white wolf, and now the only thing that can be relied on is the soul binding rope.

Yang Duyan took advantage of Han Jingmo's dodging of the soul-binding rope, and his spiritual power gathered the end of the sword and stabbed Han Jingmo's back mercilessly, but unexpectedly, Han Jingmo seemed to have eyes behind him, and his steps turned around and slid sideways, and he dodged the sharp sword move in an instant.

He raised his eyebrows, squinted at Yang Duyan, a wicked smile appeared on his bloodstained handsome face, and his palm suddenly gathered spiritual power, and slapped Yang Duyan with one palm.

Yang Duyan hurriedly flew to dodge, but was still knocked away by the aftermath of the spiritual power explosion.

Han Jingmo missed the blow, and because he was distracted, he was immediately entangled in his left hand by the Soul Binding Rope.

The disciples of the Jiuhua Sect were about to breathe a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Han Jingmo's mouth, and he immediately tore off his entire left arm alive at the moment when the soul binding rope wrapped around his left hand, and then his figure flashed and disappeared into the mountains and forests very quickly.

A gust of night breeze blew, and the back mountain returned to its original silence, and Song Qingli on the ancient tree had quietly left.

Yang Duyan got up from the ground in embarrassment with the support of his fellow disciples, he looked at the broken arm on the ground that was wrapped in layers of soul binding ropes, exhaled deeply, and then lightly ordered the disciples of Jiuhua Sect: "Everyone rest and heal in place first, and continue to search after a stick of incense." ”

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