The old man without eyebrows took out a mouthful of blood and water, with a look of disdain.

"Bastard thing, toast and don't drink penalty wine, see how long you can last." The old monk was furious, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on one of the hands of the no-eyebrow chief.

With a few clicks, the old man screamed miserably.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, even if he is such a hard bone, it is difficult to bear such pain.

At this time, the old monk raised his foot, and saw that the palm of the old man without eyebrows had been completely crushed and turned into a bloody skin.

"To say or not to say?" The old monk was murderous.

"Old bald donkey, you are not monks, you are devils, and sooner or later you will go to hell." The old man without eyebrows said sadly.

The old monk looked hideous, raised his hand and made a false stroke, and actually cut open the chest of the old man without eyebrows in the air, revealing the beating heart inside.

"If you don't say anything more, the old man will gouge out your heart." The old monk smiled grimly.

The corners of the eyebrows twitched at the corner of the old man's mouth, and he closed his eyes directly, and was silent.

He was also very afraid in his heart, but for some reason, when he thought of Han Qing, his fear could be bearable.

"Okay, very good, it's really hard bones, then you can die, and all the monks in your alliance will die without a place to be buried." The old monk was furious.

At this moment, he reached out and grabbed at the heart of the old man without eyebrows.

But just as he was about to take it off, he felt his hand suddenly lose sensation.

What's going on?

The old monk was a little surprised and dazed, but at this moment, blood suddenly spurted out, and the arm he poked out fell directly.

At this time, his pupils shrank sharply, and he found that his hand had detached from his body, and the sharp pain began to erupt.

Suddenly, the old monk screamed miserably.

"Who is it? Get out!" The old monk yelled.

However, what answered him was countless sword lights.

In an instant, those puppets who were killing like crazy were all cut to pieces.

"Are you looking for this seat?" An icy voice rang out.

At this moment, there was a figure, as if stepping out of the void, revealing its form.

It's Han Qing!

The old man, who was already desperate and had no eyebrows, immediately opened his eyes, and when he saw Han Qing, the color of despair suddenly disappeared, as if he had spiritual support.

"Young master, Tianhang Temple slaughtered thousands of people in my alliance, they died so miserably, I beg the young master to take revenge." The old man without eyebrows said sadly.

Han Qing's gaze swept around, and there were mutilated corpses of alliance monks everywhere, and many monks had fallen to the ground with heavy injuries, moaning in pain.

In his heart, the murderous intent was terrifying.

Originally, he thought that if he killed the leaders of the three major forces, the people of the three major forces would be shocked and would never dare to come forward again.

However, he found out that he was wrong.

Only the dead will not be demons.

Han Qing did have some regrets, and he should have cut the grass and eradicated it at that time.

At this time, he unleashed a spiritual power on the body of the Eyebrow Old Dao, causing the wound of the Eyebrow Old Dao to heal quickly.

Immediately, he stared coldly at several monks in Tianhang Temple.

"Isn't it cool to kill?" Han Qing asked coldly.

"Hehe, Han Qing, you will die a miserable death, you will definitely die a miserable death." The old monk didn't answer, but laughed nervously.

"Then I'll show you what miserable it is." Han Qing said sharply, raised his hand and stabbed a silver needle into the old monk's head.

It's the Immortal Torture Soul Splitting Needle!

In an instant, the old monk's body exploded and began to twist continuously.

Suddenly, he let out an inhuman scream.

It didn't take long for the old monk to become a human, more like a ghost than a ghost.

The other two middle-aged monks, one of whom was agitated, woke up from his stupor, turned around and did not flee.

But at this moment, they found that their bodies seemed to be frozen, and they could not move.

"And you, let's all experience what it means to live rather than die."