Han Yun's current posture is like a fish with its belly upwards and turning white and dying.

On his left shoulder, a lake of flesh and blood, white stubble was exposed, and the red blood water was rooted here, spreading outward.

The white flowing clothes that were originally worn on him were torn into strands of rags by the combined efforts of the four of them in the previous battle.

Later, because of the rolling in the muddy pool, it was covered with black sludge, and now it was soaked in blood again, and it was completely impossible to see the original appearance.

The senior brother of all the disciples of the dignified Spirit Heart Valley, Han Yun, who ranked first among the disciples in the sequence, was now miserable to such an extent.

If others see it, they will think that they are dreaming.

However, this is not a dream, nor a fantasy, but a real reality.

Although Han Yun was the Tianjiao of the Heavenly Pride, his combat power was far stronger than that of ordinary monks in the same realm.

But the five people besieging him now are also the other four sequence disciples whose combat power far exceeds that of their peers, and they are no worse than him in terms of status and talent.

If he hadn't broken through to the early stage of the Crystallization Realm a few months ago, most of them would have fallen directly under the previous three attacks of the Nine-Clawed Ice Dragon.

Although he looked miserable at this time, in fact, he still retained half of the spiritual power in his body and had not used it.

If he activated these spiritual powers, he could still maintain his combat power in the early stage of the Crystallization Realm for at least half an hour.

According to common sense, after the Ice Dragon Momentum condensed by Sikong Yueling's vast majority of spiritual power fell, the most important thing Han Yun should do now was to seize this rare opportunity and attack with all his might.

As long as Ye Song and Lei Xinghe's strength is fully restored, they can severely damage Sikong Yueling and make it lose its combat power, and maybe there will be a glimmer of life.

But Han Yun showed no signs of wanting to do so.

He just lay quietly in the clear water pool, letting the blood flow from his left shoulder.

He even closed his eyes.

After seeing this scene, not only Sikong Yueling, who was confronting him, was vigilant, but even Jiang Fan, Ye Song, and Lei Xinghe, who were sitting at the back of the battlefield, also showed doubts on their faces.

Only Ji Miaofu, who understood the internal causes, showed such a look on his face.

After sighing secretly in her heart, Dao Gu took the initiative to delay her efficiency in eroding Han Yun's knowledge of the sea with the rhythm of music.

She knew that from the moment Han Yun chose to use the secret technique of the Dao Academy, these methods were no longer important.

The outcome of this battle will only depend on whether you can use the same secret technique to resist the opponent's counterattack when they are dying.

Thinking of this, Ji Miaofu retracted his mind and stared at Han Yun with his eyes.

As soon as the other party makes a move, she will make a move at the first opportunity.

Just when Ji Miaofu's attention was highly concentrated, Han Yun's unique voice suddenly sounded in her ears:

"Senior Sister Ji, can you let Han live for the sake of me and you being monks from the Taoist Academy?"

Hearing this voice, Ji Miaofu was subconsciously stunned.

She was a little stunned in her heart.

It has reached this level, Han Yun still doesn't give up, vainly trying to find a breakthrough from himself?

Amusing......

Ji Miaofu didn't say a word, and was ready to use his spiritual sense to block the other party's transmission.

However, at this moment, Han Yun's second sentence rang in her ears again:

"As long as Senior Sister Ji promises to contribute in the next half an hour, I am willing to give up the battle of the valley master of the Spirit Heart Valley, and fully support you in the follow-up......"

Hearing this, Ji Miaofu's heart skipped a beat.

I have to say that Han Yun's words are indeed very tempting.

She subconsciously began to think about the pros and cons.

If he agrees to Han Yun's request, it means that the other party is let go.

First of all, with Han Yun's character, it is conceivable that he will definitely not sincerely assist himself in the future.

He will definitely make a stumbling block in the dark and attack himself as revenge.

Even if he discovers the Heavenly Dao Oath, it can't be 100% safe.

After all, it's hard to have a loophole in something like an oath.

Even if it is a short period of time, Han Yun can't find the vulnerability, but as time goes by, it will definitely be a matter of time.

In addition to this, in the follow-up, Sikong Yueling and Jiang Fan will definitely choose to break with themselves because of this matter.

This kind of behavior, called withdrawing the ladder halfway, is as bad as stabbing in the back.

But any normal person will feel disgusted by this kind of behavior.

Once he really does this, the relationship between Sikong Yueling and himself will be directly transformed from a rival at the beginning to an undying enemy.

Although the position of the valley lord is good, if it is remembered by Jiang Fan because of this......

Thinking of this, Ji Miaofu's originally somewhat hot brain calmed down.

She didn't say a word, and directly blocked Han Yun's transmission.

No matter what, Han Yun must die today!

Han Yun, who was lying in the pool, felt that Ji Miaofu had shielded his spiritual sense, and the last trace of hope left in his heart was finally completely extinguished.

He slowly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of gray, dull eyes.

He stared blankly at the sky until he took a few breaths, and then he stood up crookedly from the waterhole with his only remaining right hand, supporting his body.

He straightened up, his expression slightly contorted, and hissing inhales from his mouth.

It seems that this action caused severe pain by affecting the wound muscles in the left shoulder.

Han Yun got used to it a little, and when the pain passed, he turned his head and glanced at where Ji Miaofu was.

"Do you have to kill them all like this......"

He sighed softly, and then, his face turned hideous:

"In that case, don't even think about it!"

As soon as these words came out, Han Yun suddenly stretched out his right hand and pointed it like a sword, poking his eyebrows in the stunned gazes of the other four except Ji Miaofu.

With a soft pop, his forehead bone was easily poked into it like tofu.

Han Yun let out a muffled snort from his mouth, and bright red blood flowed down his fingers, spreading everywhere above his face.

In the blink of an eye, his face was like wearing a mask outlined with blood lines.

After Han Yun finished doing this, he closed his eyes and gently read out a sentence from his mouth:

"At the cost of self-destruction of the sea of knowledge, I implore my future body to surrender to my own body......"

Before the words fell, an extremely powerful aura erupted from Han Yun's body.

He slowly opened his eyes and pulled out the finger that was inserted in his brow.

Soon, the blood on his face stopped flowing outward, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it drilled backwards into the blood hole at the center of his eyebrows.