In the cave mansion, the formation under Han Bing's body exuded a strong spiritual power. The inventory of spirit stones in Han Bingna's ring was consumed at an extremely fast rate.

"It's still not enough. Han Bing was in the middle of cultivation and forcibly stopped. Looking at the formation under him, which had consumed most of his spiritual power, his face showed a sad expression.

The spiritual power is enough, but the soul power is not enough, and it cannot be transformed. Han Bing's divine sense, the six seals concentrated on the ice soul, he was unwilling. These seals directly restricted the growth of his cultivation, and even if he had the Transformation Yuan Pill, he might not be able to break through this shackle. After a long time, Han Bing stood up dejectedly and stepped out of the cave.

Han Bing stood on top of the stone wall and looked at the house in the distance. Qingling has been locked up there for two years. There has been no movement.

It was noon, and the sun was shining through the gaps in the clouds. Han Bing's body turned into a long rainbow and landed in front of the house. With his right hand on the enchantment, a circular void appeared, Han Bing stepped forward, and the void naturally closed again.

Han Bing walked slowly to the house, which was much cleaner than two years ago. In the innermost room, Qingling sat quietly with her back to the direction of the door, looking out the window. Even when Han Bing came in, she didn't look back.

Han Bing stood at the door, looking at the beautiful back in front of him, creating and making people and evolving into today's situation, which he never expected. After a long time, he sighed softly and said, "Shall we talk?"

Qing Ling's shoulders trembled slightly, and she regained her composure for a moment, but she did not answer Han Bing's question.

Han Bing was not angry, and walked around to Qingling with gentle steps, and saw her stubborn and arrogant face. Qing Ling's gaze moved slightly, moved away from the window, and after glancing at Han Bing lightly, she continued to look out the window, and in this brief glance, Han Bing felt the taste of contempt.

"How did you get entangled with the Poison Sect?" asked Han Bing.

Qingling still ignored it.

"That star map, what's going on?"

"Do you want to rely on that star map to escort me back to the Moon God Realm?"

After a few questions, Han Bing's mood was also a little angry, and Qing Ling's ignorance of him gradually ignited the anger in his heart.

"Hand over your soul blood, and I will spare you from dying. Han Bing almost roared. His body trembled slightly from anger.

"If you want to kill, you can kill, where is there so much nonsense. Qing Ling finally spoke.

"You!" Han Bing froze, "Haha, I want to die, it's not that easy, you owe me yet." ”

Qing Ling snorted lightly, stood up slowly, didn't look at Han Bing, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Stop. Han Bing stepped forward quickly, quickly catching up, and just when his body was only a foot away from Qing Ling, Qing Ling turned around suddenly, and with a bang, a shiny little dagger was inserted into Han Bing's body. Han Bing instinctively took a few steps back, staring blankly at the bloody dagger in Qing Ling's hand.

"Humble human beings. The corners of Qingling's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm. Qing Ling's actions obviously angered Han Bing.

Han Bing looked at the wounds on his body, this flesh wound was nothing to him. As soon as he grabbed his right hand in the air, the dagger detached from Qing Ling's palm and was thrown aside by him.

"From this day forward, you, a noble sword spirit, will become a slave to me, a lowly human. Han Bing laughed angrily. The right hand punched out in the air, and a punch hit Qing Ling in the abdomen hard, Qing Ling let out a muffled snort, and her body flew out upside down and fell into the corner of the wall.

Han Bing walked over, squatted down, looked at Qing Ling who was twisting and struggling on the ground, and sneered, "How do you feel?"

A large amount of beads of sweat appeared on Qingling's forehead, and she glared at Han Bing.

Han Bing looked at the rebellious woman in front of him, and a strong desire to conquer emanated from the bottom of his heart. His left hand grabbed Qing Ling's shirt and tore it open.

"Bastard-" Qing Ling endured the pain and got up from the ground suddenly, but the moment she got up, she was blocked in the corner by Han Bing.

"What do you want to do?" Qingling's eyes were filled with horror.

Han Bing's heart was also shocked, and he immediately showed embarrassment on his face, and stood there stunned for a while, a little at a loss. After a moment of stalemate, Han Bing took a few steps back, turned around and walked out of the room, "I'm in a bit of a hurry, I have to go first." ”

Han Bing left the house and did not leave in a hurry. At that moment, he didn't know what he was thinking. Could it be that he still has no feelings for Qingling?

In the room behind him, there was a sudden noise, Han Bing's eyes turned, and his body rushed into the room again. Qingling's clothes were stained red with blood at the moment, and a dagger was stuck in her heart.

"Get out!" Qingling saw Han Bing coming, and her body retreated weakly.

Han Bing didn't say a word, grabbed her wrist, and spit out a trace of pure spiritual power, circulating in her body, stabilizing the injury. The dagger on his chest was gently pulled out under the wrapping of Han Bing's spiritual power.

"Come with me. Han Bing took the dagger, swept his gaze, and took off her ring from Qingling's fingers. Said. Then, let Qingling struggle, pulled her up and walked out of the house, turned into Changhong, and rushed in the direction of Zhao Guo.

Along the way, Han Bing's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.