Han Delun shook his head and said, "Once the secret guard is dispatched, it will definitely be known to the other veins, and you also know how much the old lady loved Han Wentian at the beginning, if we knew that Han Wentian had a wild seed, then we could still kill it?"

"What then? You can't let the beast go free." Han Haitian roared angrily.

"The old man has his own arrangements for this." Handlun said in a dark voice.

Han Qing used the materials decomposed by the Slaughtering God Mill to refine a flying sword that was not of a low grade.

As soon as the formation was withdrawn, Dao Huazi, the head of Dragon Tiger Mountain, came to the door.

"Young master, I have something to report to you." Dao Huazi spoke respectfully.

"What?" Han Qing asked.

"The Spirit Snake Sect in Jiangdong sent an invitation to come over, saying that it coincided with their opening of the mountain gate, and it was also the 600th anniversary ceremony of their founding of the sect, so I invited you to participate, young master." Dao Huazi said.

"Spirit Snake Sect? What the hell?" Han Qing raised his eyebrows.

"Young Master, this Spirit Snake Sect is one of the great sects of the Hidden Sect, and it has been low-key for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect it to be so high-profile this time." Dao Huazi spoke.

"No, no." Han Qing said lightly.

He didn't have the heart to participate in any sect's grand ceremony, he had now gathered the opening formation of the Cangmu Ridge Immortal Cave Mansion, and was preparing to go there.

He cut Han Beixing into a human stick in Europe, and the other party will definitely retaliate.

However, there was no movement during this time, and the other party must be brewing a killing blow.

"Young Master, Jiangnan Chen Family Master, Ye Family Master and Tao Family Master have all been invited to be guests, and Miss Ye'er's parents have also been invited." Dao Huazi said.

Han Qing's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he understood in his heart.

To say that it sounds good is to please, but in fact, it is tied up.

The Spirit Snake Sect is to use the few forces that have already leaned towards him to warn themselves and let them go obediently.

Han Qing's heart turned, and he sneered: "I have no entanglement with this Spirit Snake Sect at all, it seems that the Han family in the imperial capital has made a move, but just one Spirit Snake Sect wants to deal with this seat, isn't it too much to look down on people."

"But for the sake of such enthusiasm of the Spirit Snake Sect, let's take a trip, it's been six hundred years since the founding of the Sect, and it's time to enter the ground."

The Spirit Snake Sect located in Jiangdong, its sect is in an extremely hidden valley.

The aura of this valley is compelling, and there is a huge stone in front of the valley, engraved with a picture of ten thousand snakes.

The 600th anniversary ceremony of the founding of the Spirit Snake Sect invited a lot of cultivators, which was extremely lively.

There was an endless stream of monks from all major sects, and when they came to the valley, they all showed shock and envy.

"This is the top Hidden Sect Spirit Snake Sect, it is really extraordinary, with the atmosphere of an immortal family."

"The great sect is the great faction, and the concentration of spiritual power here is more than ten times richer than that of the ordinary cultivation hidden sect."

"And the disciples who are entertained over there are all monks in the late stage of Qi refining, and they are all in charge of the powerhouses of the Foundation Building Realm, this kind of background can be called terrifying."

And at this time, in the main hall of the Spirit Snake Sect.

Sect Master Wu Kuanshi's expression was very complicated, that is, excited, nervous, and a trace of inexplicable apprehension.

"Sect Master, are we sure we want to deal with that Han Qing? That kid is so powerful that it is said that the elders of the Stargazing Pavilion have all died at his hands." An elder of the Spirit Snake Sect spoke in a calm tone.

"Horses have no night grass and no fat, people have no windfall and no wealth, now the spiritual power has just shown signs of recovery, if we want to quickly restore the ancient prosperity, it will not work to follow the steps, the three major families of the imperial capital have a great relationship with the three holy lands, as long as Han Qing is slaughtered, we can climb the relationship of the holy land through the Han family." Wu Kuanshi spoke, his eyes flashing with madness.

In the main hall, the eyes of the elders of the major sects also became scorching.

It is said that the Three Holy Lands control the entrance to the Upper Realm.

"Sect Master, although we will get a lot of benefits from killing Han Qing, but the Han family is so powerful, it doesn't even take matters into its own hands, and it pretends to be with us." At this time, one of the elders remained awake and spoke.

"What Elder Xu said is extremely true, but don't worry too much, since this sect master has chosen to be in Sheng

As soon as we started the ceremony, we had already thought of a perfect plan, and when the time came, all fellow cultivators would witness the moment when our Spirit Snake Sect would turn into a dragon." Wu Kuanshi laughed proudly.

The Spirit Snake Sect's grand ceremony is about to begin.

In the large square in front of the main hall, monks of various sects gathered and whispered.

They saw that there was a row of seats on the built platform.

In that position, there were the heads of several major families, including the Chen family and the Ye family in Jiangnan Province, and the Liu family in the imperial capital.

These heads of the house, sitting in their positions, are all like sculptures, motionless.

After a few minutes, Wu Kuanshi, the sect leader of the Spirit Snake Sect, appeared with several elders.

"Fellow Daoists, Wu is polite, thank you fellow Daoists for gathering thousands of miles away in the Spirit Snake Sect to participate in the 600th anniversary ceremony of our founding of the Sect, we need to worship our ancestors in this grand ceremony, but the sacrifice has not yet appeared, you fellow Daoists wait a minute." Wu Kuanshi spoke, his voice echoing in everyone's ears.

For a ceremony like this, which has been established for hundreds of years, it is natural to sacrifice to the ancestor of the founding sect.

However, the sacrifices should have been prepared in advance, so why didn't they have them until now?

The monks whispered, puzzled.

At this moment, an elder of the Spirit Snake Sect suddenly pulled out a spirit sword and put it against the neck of the old man Chen of the Chen family.

"Han Qing, I know you're here, if you don't show up again, then we'll use the heads of these family heads as sacrifices." Wu Kuanshi said sharply, his eyes were like electricity, and he glanced around.

"Hehe, Master Wu, if you are in such a hurry to get on the road, this seat can fulfill you." Suddenly, a cold, mocking voice sounded.

Immediately, everyone turned their heads to look in one direction.

They saw that Han Qing's figure was as tall as a pine, and his momentum was soaring, like a sharp sword, and he was walking over step by step.

Wherever they passed, all the monks involuntarily moved out of the way.

"Han Qing, you really have the guts, but don't leave if you come, now immediately kneel down, take the initiative to stretch out your neck, and let this sect master cut off your head and sacrifice to the ancestors, to inform the ancestors that our Spirit Snake Sect will transform into a dragon." Wu Kuanshi couldn't help but laugh proudly when he saw Han Qing appear.

"You still want to turn into a dragon? I think you're going to be turned into dead snakes soon." Han Qing sneered.

At this time, the momentum on Han Qing's body was getting stronger and stronger.

The monks around him all had difficulty breathing, and they involuntarily retreated, one by one in horror.

"Han Qing, this sect master knows that you have killed many masters, and your strength is strong, so you do have the qualifications to be arrogant."

"However, today you will die, and your head will be the best sacrifice for the 600th anniversary of our founding ceremony." Wu Kuanshi said in a cruel voice, suddenly raised his hand, and nine rays of light shot out.