"If you have any requests, you can do your best." Long Rikong immediately patted his chest and said.

"I'm very interested in the demon cultivator of the Heavenly Demon Realm next to you, this seat needs this demon cultivator to experiment with a spirit pill, you tie him up and send him over, you can get out." Han Qing opened his mouth lightly, raised his hand and pointed to a demon cultivator not far from Long Rikong.

The totem on this demon cultivator's body faintly exudes the aura of the gold of the five elements.

This demon cultivator's expression changed suddenly, but he didn't escape, he didn't believe that Long Rikong really dared to tie him up and hand him over to the enemy.

Because, Long Rikong has a high status in the Barbarian Temple, but it has always been the Heavenly Demon Realm that dominates the Barbarian situation.

"Tie him up immediately." Long Rikong gritted his teeth and gave an order.

Suddenly, the protector behind Long Rikong immediately rushed up and tied up this demon cultivator.

"Long Rikong, you are so bold......" The demon cultivator was furious.

Long Rikong smiled evilly, and suddenly raised his hand and slapped this demon cultivator in the face.

"Shut up Ben Shao, you guy, it's your honor to be part of an adult's experiment."

The Demon Cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Realm in the distance began to be restless, and some even began to kill them.

However, Long Rikong can't manage so much, and now, the most important thing for him is to save his life.

Tie up this demon cultivator, he casually finds an excuse, and at most he will be reprimanded.

But if he didn't, he would be dead.

Soon, Long Rikong ordered his subordinates to throw the tied demon cultivator at Han Qing's feet.

Then, he turned his head back and gave the order to withdraw the army, so that the army of more than 10,000 monks began to follow and evacuate.

"You Savage Temple, you must give us an explanation to the Heavenly Demon Realm." At this time, in the midst of the siege army, a half-step slashing master in the Heavenly Demon Realm said coldly.

Several old men of the Barbarian Temple glanced at each other, all frowning, but they did not reply.

But at this moment, in the void, a cold snort suddenly came.

This cold snort instantly made the world tremble constantly.

Above the earth, there are cracks in places, and ravines crisscross it.

Even in the void, there are spatial cracks.

It's like the whole world, it can't withstand the power of this cold snort, and it wants to collapse.

At this time, the Heavenly Demon Realm's half-step slashing demon cultivator suddenly let out a muffled snort, and then kept retreating.

Every time he took a step back, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

And Long Rikong and his army, who were about to leave, seemed to be imprisoned for a moment and couldn't move.

All the demon beast armies here were also prostrate on the ground in an instant, trembling.

All the monks were bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their spiritual power was completely suppressed.

At this time, the defensive layer of Flying Snow City, which was composed of cold ice thorn immortal vines, was actually shattered in an instant.

Immediately afterward, the entire Blizzard City began to rise and fall like a wave.

In an instant, the halls and buildings were all razed to the ground.

Even the original walls of Blizzard City have all collapsed.

The huge ball of ice crystals in the center of the city cracked all over the place, and then shattered with a bang.

The monks in the city spurted blood one by one.

Even, some of the low-strength ones were directly blown apart.

The elders of the Xue clan also urged the secret art to protect the clansmen.

The price for them is that all their internal organs are injured, and they will languish from now on, and their realm will continue to fall.

Han Qing's face changed drastically, and his divine sense was in the sea, constantly roaring.

He immediately flew back, but still couldn't escape the repression, so he snorted, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Just when everyone was shocked, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky, scattering a black light that devoured everything, stepping out of the void.

This person looks only in his early forties, but the vicissitudes in his eyes are beyond this age.

And the whole world, all

With the appearance of the monk, a roar began.

There is also an extremely terrifying force that has descended here.

Behind this monk, there was a young man who was respectfully following, it was the Xue clan who rebelled against Xue Changtian.

Han Qing's pupils shrank into pinpoint shapes in an instant, and he even had to stop breathing.

"Slash ......" Han Qing gasped.

He could feel that the monk in his forties was definitely a true slashing power.

Those half-step slashes, compared to him, are simply different from mud.

Except for Han Qing, everyone was trembling.

There is no need to say anything at all, the answer has already emerged in everyone's mind.

"Meet the Slaying Ancestor." Long Rikong came back to his senses, didn't say a word, and immediately knelt down.

All the monks of the Barbarian Temple, including those half-step slashing masters, also knelt down to worship at this time.

And the demon cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Realm, although they did not kneel down to worship, they all bowed down to show respect.

Han Qing let out a long breath, his gaze uncertain.

Now that this big battle is here, it should be a decisive victory.

The temptation of the Savage Temple is also over, and the power of slaying evil has been dispatched, which means that Flying Snow City will die.

"It's just a pity that the nine-eyed ice silkworm failed to refine it in the end." Han Qing sighed in his heart.

But the world is impermanent, he has done his best, and now he can't decide how things will develop.

The power of slaying evil is too rare, and most of the monks have only heard legends before.

In this kind of realm, pure cultivation talent can't be determined, but opportunity, luck, inheritance, and so on are all indispensable to do it.

The power of slaying evil is often the strongest combat power of a big force, which is for deterrence, and it also belongs to the heritage of one party's forces.

As the slaying monk appeared, he brought a cold snow, and he was shrouded in despair.

"Bang Dang"

The magic weapons in the hands of many people were unstable and fell directly to the ground.

Those elders of the Xue clan were all grim-faced, and they had no intention of resisting.

The slashing monk glanced at the monks in Flying Snow City as if he were looking at a swarm of ants.

At this time, he saw a ruin in the center of Flying Snow City, as if after passing through the ruins, he could reach the depths of the earth.

Underneath that there was a palace of great scale, with a platform on which sat a corpse-like figure.

It was used for resting in this palace, and Han Qing didn't need it at all.

"Snow trail friend, after a long time, I didn't expect you to make any progress, only to survive, let's let this seat send you on the last ride." The slaying monk spoke loudly, and the sound began like the thunder of the Nine Heavens.

It's just that in Snow City, there is no movement.

"It seems that I have no strength to open my eyes, and the previous few times have been in vain, so it's over." The slashing monk snorted coldly.

Immediately, he raised his hand and patted it.

Suddenly, a huge pit appeared on the ruins in the center.

However, at this time, in the sea of Han Qing's divine sense, a vicissitudes of sound sounded.