"Kill!"

At this moment, in the sea of Han Qing's divine sense, Xue Qingyue, the sixth generation ancestor of the Xue clan, roared and roared.

"Kill!" "Kill!" "Kill!"

At this time, the fifth, fourth, third, and second generations of the Xue Clan's ancestors all erupted with earth-shattering killing intent.

The aura of these five Xue Clan's slashing ancestors was all melted into the phantom of a generation of ancestor wood spirits.

Suddenly, this huge demon beast let out a roar that shook the sky.

In an instant, everything in this space collapsed and turned into nothingness.

And in that nothingness, there is an invisible earth-shattering wave sweeping in all directions.

The power of slashing evil let out a terrible roar, and just like that, he watched the shadow of the demon beast, rolling endless fragments of heaven and earth, and roaring towards him.

He wanted to retreat, but there was no way to retreat.

He was in his heart, and roared wildly: "The six generations of the ancestors of the Xue family are one, and the old man is indeed invincible, but you can destroy the old man's body, but you can't destroy the old man's soul, the old man has already cut off the second knife, and if the night exists, the old man will never die."

The body of this powerful slasher suddenly turned into a terrifying black hole and crashed towards the shadow of the demon beast.

"Boom"

The two collide, and the energy is monstrous, destroying everything.

Whether it is on the ground or in the sky, as long as all the monks, demon beasts, and all living beings in this area are all killed in an instant.

In the distance, Long Rikong's figure appeared, panting and drenched in cold sweat.

But when the fifth-generation inheritance of the Xue clan was perceived by Han Qing, he used the treasure of escape to escape and quietly escaped.

It was this caution that allowed him to escape this fatal fate.

And like Long Rikong, there are only more than 100 monks who escaped.

These people looked at each other in endless horror, feeling powerless.

In that piece of heaven and earth, the huge demon beast phantom dissipated, and the powerful figure of the slashing evil also turned into a little black light and dissipated into heaven and earth.

Han Qing felt a sharp pain in his brain, making him unable to support it, and he was about to pass out.

However, the crisis here has not completely disappeared.

Han Qing gritted his teeth, supported himself with a strong will, and with a thought like electricity, he forcibly urged the remnants of the six generations of Xue Clan's ancestors in his body to point to the void.

And the direction he was pointing in was the direction where his Blood Demon Sect was located.

When he was also in the company, he could no longer support it, closed his eyes, and fell into darkness completely.

Blizzard City is in ruins, and there are only a few hundred people still alive in the city.

One by one, they all looked at Han Qing with awe-inspiring eyes, watching him fall from the sky.

Just as Han Qing was about to fall to the ground, a pair of white hands stretched out and caught Han Qing.

The owner of the hand is none other than Xue Bingqing.

Her beautiful eyes exuded a kind of light, and she was looking at Han Qing who was unconscious in her arms, as if she wanted to engrave him in her soul.

At this time, at the other end of the wilderness, the eighth master was shouting and ordering the tens of thousands of monks, practicing the heaven-destroying array he had created.

"Eight masters, eight masters, the master of the sky."

"Demon Blood Ancestor, Wei Ling Quartet."

In a slogan that shook the sky, these tens of thousands of monks kept changing positions with the command of the eighth master.

If someone changes the wrong one, or changes it slowly, the eighth master will directly draw a black light.

In this way, all kinds of changes have become an instinct engraved in their bones.

Suddenly, the feathers on the eighth master's body exploded, and he suddenly looked in one direction.

In the void, a remnant of Han Qing's thoughts had broken through the air.

"It's ...... Han Qing is in trouble?"

"*** damn it, you dare to touch my eighth master's master, it's really looking for death, don't you know that Han Qing is the eighth master's cover?"

"Everyone listen to the order, your Demon Blood Ancestor is in trouble, now immediately use the marching array and set off."

In the order of the eighth master, this number

Ten Thousand Monks marched in a large rectangular formation, and a blood-colored mist suddenly began to swirl around them.

And this blood-colored mist pierced the void and disappeared in an instant.

……

Han Qing's divine thoughts were in pitch black, without any light.

He felt like he was falling, about to fall into the endless abyss.

The immortal world, the human world, and the identities of the seven law worlds are constantly changing.

Scene after scene, like a glimpse of light, like lightning.

And all this quickly disappeared.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

Han Qing's spirit shook suddenly, and the dark world shattered like a black mirror.

Han Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and he saw a face as clear as ice and snow, and a pair of beautiful eyes were looking at him nervously.

One of her hands was gently caressing his face.

Xue Bingqing saw Han Qing's eyes open, her little hand suddenly retracted, and her pretty face turned red.

Han Qing stood up and walked out of this temporary residence, finding that the surroundings were already in ruins.

And where he was, there was a defensive circle.

There were several bonfires burning inside, and there was silence all around.

Several elders of the Xue clan were guarding the surroundings cross-legged, and the rest of the surviving monks were all exhausted and were recovering with all their might.

As soon as Han Qing came out, almost everyone's eyes looked at him in unison, with fear and respect.

Xue Bingqing followed behind Han Qing, looking at his back from beginning to end.

At this time, the Great Elder of the Xue Clan stood up, came to Han Qing, bowed down and bowed, "Thank you Master Han for saving you, our Xue Clan will remember it from generation to generation and pass it on from generation to generation."

Immediately, the rest of the elders also stood up and saluted and thanked Han Qing.

Immediately afterward, all the surviving monks in Blizzard City also saluted.

Han Qing nodded lightly, he deserved this gift.

At this time, Han Qing suddenly asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's been ten days." Suddenly, an old voice replied, but it wasn't any of the Xue Clan's elders.

Han Qing was stunned for a moment, and his pupils contracted violently.

As the old voice sounded, a withered old man approached.

The old man's body exuded a strong smell of decay, like a corpse that had just crawled out of the grave.

"You...... Are you ......" Han Qing looked at the old man with a shocked expression.

This old man is none other than Xue Qingyue, the sixth generation ancestor of the Xue family.

However, in that situation, after he passed it on to Han Qing, he should have died dead.

"The old man is not dead, but he has broken the sword of slashing, and his spiritual power is scattered in the heavens and the earth, and he has absorbed a vitality from the thorn immortal vine you control, and he can live for ten years." Xue Qingyue said lightly.

His voice and tone were calm, and the clouds were light.