Liu Yue held the staff tightly in her hand, her cultivation was only in the late stage of soul deficiency, and wanting to deal with Qingling alone was no less than hitting a stone with an egg. Qing Ling's cultivation has been restored to the late stage of Huayuan ten years ago, and she is only one step away from the Great Perfection, and she is the first person worthy of the name of Fengshen Sect to cultivate under Han Bing.

Qing Ling sneered at Liu Yue's slightly trembling hands, and said in a deep voice: "Do you want to die? ”

"Senior, please be merciful and let the master go. Liu Yue pleaded.

"Let him go?" Qing Ling sneered, "I have no reason to let him go. As she spoke, Qing Ling pushed out with a palm of her left hand, and the sharp palm wind directly pushed Liu Yue away, and then raised her sword with her right hand and slashed downward. Qingling's sword slashed down at an extremely fast speed with a cold flame, without the slightest intention of leaving a living mouth.

Liu Yue screamed, her body slammed into the corner of the wall, ignoring the pain in her body, and hurriedly looked at the bed.

On top of the bed, the ice shield in front of Han Bing was instantly defeated, and the blade slashed above his right arm. Bloody.

"Don't!" Liu Yue instinctively cried out.

Han Bing tried his best to resist Qing Ling's fatal blow, and the spiritual power in his body became even more disordered, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the blood stained the bed red. The slave seal was destroyed, and he no longer had the ability to control Qingling.

How could Qing Ling leave him a chance to breathe, the sword stabbed out again, and with a pop, the sword body pierced into the wooden board of the bed, but Han Bing suddenly disappeared.

Qing Ling was shocked in her heart, and hurriedly searched around, but she couldn't feel Han Bing's breath at all, Han Bing used the ice escape technique at the most critical moment and fled directly. Qing Ling didn't kill him in the first blow, which was equivalent to giving him a chance to breathe.

Liu Yue was also stunned, and the next moment, she also performed the Ice Escape Technique, and her body disappeared into the house.

"Han Bing!" Qing Ling was furious, the sword was pulled back, and the entire bed was torn apart. She rushed out of the house, her consciousness all scattered, and she realized that this assassination failure was due to her own impulsiveness.

On the southernmost coast of Stormwind City, the dock had been built, and Han Bing's figure staggered out, and behind him, almost at the same time, Liu Yue's figure also appeared. Fortunately, she practiced the Ice Escape Technique by herself, so she was able to roughly sense Han Bing's whereabouts.

"Master, I'll take you out. Liu Yue stepped forward to help Han Bing, got into a ship, and quickly started the ship to leave the port. Liu Yue personally drove the boat, almost raising the speed of the ship to the extreme.

The dense fog of the Sea of Death can block the search of the Divine Sense, and it is not easy for Qingling to find them.

After Han Bing swallowed a pill fed by Liu Yue, he fell into a coma. Qingling's rebellion is undoubtedly worse.

An hour later, thousands of undead soldiers gathered in Stormwind. After searching the entire island, Han Bing was nowhere to be seen, and even Liu Yue was gone.

These undead soldiers all obey the orders of their respective branch leaders, and their leaders are all under the orders of Qingling. The sudden gathering of undead disciples of such a scale naturally caused panic within the Fengshen Sect, but when they found out that Qing Ling was able to control them, the fear of Qing Ling's deputy sect master was even stronger.

On a mountain by the sea, Qing Ling stood upright, and behind her, stood Jiang Chen, who was full of fear, and more than a dozen protectors of the undead clan. Qingling looked at the dense fog on the sea, and after a long time, said lightly:

"Have you figured it out, do you choose to listen to me, or obey Han Bing?"

"Back to the Deputy Sect Master, below you are the elders of the sect, so you will naturally obey the orders of the Deputy Sect Master. Jiang Chen's heart trembled, he could feel the murderous aura emanating from Qing Ling's body, he was sure that if he said the wrong thing, she would definitely not mind killing herself.

Qing Ling turned her head and glanced at Jiang Chen deeply, the corners of her mouth showed a trace of curvature, in her eyes, Jiang Chen, an elder who had just reached the early stage of soul truth, did not have much effect, it was okay to stay, and if she killed, there was nothing to regret.

Qing Ling's gaze moved away from Jiang Chen and landed on the dock that had just been built and had not yet been officially opened. There was no one on the dock at this time. Suddenly, her eyes froze, five merchant ships, one less!

"Pass my order, hunt down Han Bing on the sea of death, see people alive, and see corpses when you die. ”

"Yes!" several of the undead immediately took the order and jumped into the tumbling waves.

Qing Ling flew onto a merchant ship, and the two disciples in the sect were responsible for driving the boat, and the bow of the boat followed Qing Ling's point, and quickly headed towards the depths of the sea.

The merchant ships of the Fengshen Sect came from the undead clan and had the unique symbol of the undead clan, so they could sail unhindered on the sea.

On the crest of a wave, far away from the docks of Stormwind City, the boat piloted by Liu Yue was slowly moving forward. The thick fog made it difficult for Liu Yue to discern the direction even with the chart, and she obviously felt that she had deviated from the established course, but she could not find the right direction. As a last resort, he slowed down the pace of travel.

The sky over the Sea of Death was unpredictable, and it seemed that a thunderstorm was about to fall, and Liu Yue looked helplessly at the dark clouds rolling in the sky. Until now, she still hasn't figured out what happened that led to the drastic changes in the Fengshen Sect.

In the cabin, after Han Bing took the pill, the severe pain on his body was relieved a little, but it was only relieved a little, this level of meridian damage was not something that ordinary low-grade pills could cure. Wang Qian's alchemy level, after all, is only three grades.

Han Bing was awake at the moment under the effect of the elixir, he got up from the bed board, staggered out of the cabin, and came to the deck.

"Master, are you feeling better?" asked Liu Yue with concern, stepping forward to support Han Bing.

Han Bing nodded, looked around at the sea, and after a while, said: "It seems to have deviated from the course, but this is fine, there will definitely be pursuers on the normal route to the Eastern Holy Country, and it should be safer in this direction." ”

Liu Yue listened, her face showed a hint of joy, her right hand was placed on the bow controller, her spiritual power was violently spitted, and the hull of the ship violently exerted force, directly crossing a huge wave and rushing to the dark sea ahead.

"Master, why is Qingling like this?" Liu Yue finally couldn't help but ask.

"Alas!" Han Bing sighed lightly and turned his head to look at the mist in the sea.

Liu Yue looked at Han Bing's side face, she couldn't see the trace of sadness hidden in Han Bing's eyes. Instead, she remembered the untidy look of Qingling in the prison of Zhao Guofeng Shenshan back then, and her face showed an unnatural red glow.

"If the master doesn't say it, the disciple won't ask in the future. Liu Yue said softly. Looking into the distance, her eyes revealed a deep confusion, she finally had a stable home, and now she was going to flee again, or fleeing under the pursuit of her own sect peers, and her heart was quite uncomfortable.