The bodies of the two bounty hunters turned into rainbows and gradually disappeared from view. Han Bing pondered for a long time, his body shook, and the ice escape technique was cast, rushing towards the direction of the two of them.

Han Bing's speed was extremely fast, and he caught up with him in a few breaths, and the two bounty hunters were both mid-stage soul cultivators, and one of them was about to enter the late stage of soul real.

The two were flying, and the leader suddenly stopped, but even if he reacted quickly enough, he still slammed into a wall of ice that suddenly appeared in front of him, followed by another bounty hunter who was immediately behind, and the next moment the two gathered, five other ice walls appeared out of thin air from different directions.

Six walls of ice formed a sturdy cage that locked the two inside.

Han Bing's figure slowly emerged and appeared in front of the two.

"Are you looking for me?" Han Bing's voice was flat, and his gaze swept over the horrified bounty hunters in the cage.

"Y-you're the Ice Monk!"

"You guessed it!" Han Bing's eyes were cold.

"Ah!" Hearing Han Bing's affirmative reply, the two of them were even more shocked, the information showed that Han Bing only had soul cultivation, but now it was obvious that he had already turned into a yuan, and if they knew this, they would never be able to act in two people.

Han Bing's mind moved, and in the screams of the two bounty hunters, the ice prison quickly tightened, and the two monks had no power to resist, their bodies turned into pieces, and in the midst of the debris, the two Na rings flew out and fell into Han Bing's palm.

"The collection is quite rich!" Han Bing sneered as he probed into the ring. Glancing at the minced meat that was blown away by the wind again, Han Bing turned into a long rainbow and swaggered into the distance.

He didn't deliberately hide his figure, since someone wanted to send it to the door to find death, then come on, Han Bing was flying, his consciousness dispersed, and he even began to take the initiative to search for suspicious people nearby.

The aura of the ice system exercises in Han Bing's body was also not deliberately hidden. Wherever his body passed, the temperature of the air plummeted.

Han Bing walked all the way, but he ran into some monks, but most of them fled quickly after being frightened, and only a few monks took the initiative to come up, and the result was undoubtedly killed by Han Bing in seconds.

The news that Han Bing had turned into a yuan spread at an extremely fast speed. For a while, a large number of families and bounty hunter organizations gave up the pursuit task after panicking, and the Transformation Yuan Period, in the Sunset Star, was a watershed in the strength of the monks, and the entire Sunset Star, the cultivation of the highest, was only in the Transformation Yuan stage.

Han Bingbing's escape technique was performed, and one by one the bounty hunters died at his hands, and most of these bounty hunters were monks in the soul period, and very few were in the soul void period.

Through hunting, Han Bing has gained a lot, and the storage amount of spirit stones in his storage bag is no longer a small amount. Han Bing's face was gloomy, and he asked himself, he is not a person who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately, but if others have to get along with him, then he can't be blamed for being ruthless.

Han Bing's speed was very fast, and he had already left the boundary of the Medicine King Valley at this moment, and because of Mu Qingying, his plan to go to the Water Moon Country to find a refiner had to be put on hold.

On this day, during the flight, Han Bing came to an island, which was a lonely island, and he had not seen anyone for several months. The area of the island is not small, but it is full of rocks and lacks spiritual power. This place is not suitable for cultivators to cultivate. On all sides of the island is a sea of death.

In the sky above the Sea of Death, ordinary monks could not cross by flying, and Han Bing was almost swept away by the turbulence, but he only escaped through the Ice Escape Technique at the critical moment.

"It's a weird place. Han Bing circled around the island and muttered to himself.

The entire island is equivalent to half the area of Zhao Kingdom, and the terrain is relatively flat, but there are no people, presumably because of the Sea of Death. Han Bing was thoughtful.

A month later, Han Bing made up his mind, took out a large amount of materials from the ring, and began to arrange a special formation.

He analyzed the current situation, the grievances between himself and the Zhao family of the Zhao State and the Xiuzhen Alliance are really difficult to resolve, and he must find an isolated place to cultivate his own power, only in this way can he survive in this troubled world.

This deserted island isolated from the Sea of Death is like a gift from God to Han Bing.

What Han Bing was working on to arrange was a teleportation formation, strictly speaking, a large teleportation formation. Teleportation array, from small to large, can be divided into six types according to the division of functions, namely miniature, small, medium, large, giant, and super giant, among them, the large teleportation array can realize the teleportation between countries within the same Xiuzhen star, and the giant teleportation array can realize the teleportation between Xiuzhen stars, as for the most terrifying super giant teleportation array, it is an existence that can cross the star boundary, Han Bing has never seen it since he was born.

When he was in the Moon God Realm, Han Bing learned some knowledge of the teleportation array from the family classics. While searching for the memories of the teleportation array in his mind, Han Bing held the rune stone in his hand and slowly drew the runes one after another, drawing a large teleportation array, which was quite difficult for him.

This isolated island is about 2.4 million miles away from the Zhao Kingdom, and Han Bing's ultimate goal is to transport some of the disciples of the Fengshen Sect here.

In Han Bing's slow derivation process, half a year had passed, and in this half a year, he had only completed one-tenth of the entire teleportation formation. In the past six months, not a single monk has come to disturb his tranquility, and Han Bing is on this island, as if he has come to an isolated place, which makes him quite satisfied.

Spiritual power resources are scarce, he is not afraid, he has already planted all the thunderwood seeds he has collected, in a few years, these thunderwood seeds will take root and sprout, grow more fruits, and then use the fruits to plant, it will not take many years, the spiritual resources on the entire island will not be underestimated.

Han Bing gave the desert island a name, called Stormwind City, the reason for this name is because about a thousand miles away from the desert island, the sea surface has been non-stop tornadoes and whirlpool turbulence for many years. The entire city of Stormwind is surrounded by tornadoes and whirlpools.

A hundred thousand miles away from Stormwind, on the edge of a cliff. Dozens of figures stood.

"Are you sure he fled into the Sea of Death?" asked the leader, looking incredulous.

"Yes, my subordinates saw it with their own eyes. Someone nodded.

"Haha, that's self-defeating. ”

"Hahaha. ”

"Go back, report to the princess, and say that the ice monk has fled into the sea of death, and his bones are long gone. The leader stroked his long beard and laughed.

The crowd dispersed, each turning into a rainbow, far from the edge of the Sea of Death.