Yun Lan stopped everyone, this Han Zhao looked really wrong right now, and he didn't know how long this cultivation would last.

Several of them were eyeing each other, but Han Zhao didn't set his eyes on them.

The persimmon picked a soft pinch, and Han Zhao crossed a few people and ran towards those chief disciples whose strength was much lower than his.

Now that his cultivation is comparable to half a Demon Venerable, there is naturally no problem.

Lan Xiaohe saw Han Zhao coming towards them, without the slightest hesitation, he turned his head with his disciple and ran, if he didn't run, he couldn't do it, which made Han Zhao die if he caught it.

The heads of the back also chased after him and stopped Han Zhao's claws.

Han Zhao smiled and rushed towards them, too much power completely lost his mind.

"Array." Lu Wuya shouted.

Several heads of the sect stood on one side, surrounded Han Zhao, and there were seals in their hands, and there were many flying swords in the sky, and the tip of the sword pointed at Han Zhao.

Han Zhao looked around, and those flying swords fell straight down.

Dealing with Han Zhao over there, Lan Xiao and the others saw this, so they went to clean up those immortal killers and demons who had been drained of their spiritual power, and they didn't leave a single one alive.

The flying sword fell on Han Zhao's body, and Han Zhao held the sword and blocked most of it.

His current strength is really terrifying, and he has only suffered a little injury under the sword array.

"Trap him." Lu Wuya said.

Of course, Han Zhao couldn't let him run away, and after more than five hundred years, he finally showed his head, but he couldn't let him cause trouble again.

The trapped formation has been completed, and Han Zhao can't break out from any direction.

There is no other way but to fight to the death.

Han Zhao, who only had killing in his mind, would not retreat.

At the beginning of the ascension, Han Zhao was still conscious, but now it is completely gone.

Lu Wuya secretly thought, this is fine, the simpler he is, the easier it is to deal with, it is better than the scheming Han Zhao.

With this thought, although Lu Wuya and the others were afraid of Han Zhao's strength, they still rushed forward.

There are also more and more elders coming to support, and they have a great advantage in numbers.

If you use the number of people to pile up, you can also pile Han Zhao to death.

Moreover, the rapid improvement of cultivation is against the sky, and it cannot be sustained for too long.

Han Zhao had already begun to show his declining color, his blood vessels bulging, and he looked strange.

Lu Wuya thought about cutting through the mess quickly and solving him.

There's no movement on the Demon Venerable's side, and I don't know what's going on.

However, at the moment, it seems that because of the help of the Immortals, the Immortal Cultivation Realm has won.

Even if the Demon Venerable wins, then he will be greatly injured, and the people under him will be killed by them.

Han Zhao retreated step by step, but there were also people behind him.

"Be careful." Yun Lan admonished.

Lu Wuya nodded and went straight over, and after a sword battle, Han Zhao's arrogance was obviously weaker.

He's been here for too long.

Han Zhao, who had lost some spiritual power, was awake for a moment, and he could see that he could not escape today.

Han Zhao was suddenly a little unwilling, he had been preparing for so long and chose to cooperate with the Demon Venerable, and in the end, it turned out to be such an ending.

The way of heaven is so unfair, they were defeated more than 500 years ago, and it is still the same more than 500 years later, and all their hard work has been wasted.

A long sword pierced Han Zhao's heart, and Han Zhao looked up and saw the endless road.

"More than 500 years ago, I should have killed you." Lu Wuya said coldly.

Han Zhao felt the loss of spiritual power and vitality and held the sword.

"The road is endless, you are just relying on Chu Changsheng with your back......"