"Stop, you're not my opponent!" Just when Gao Han was about to fight hard and take out the ice lotus on his head to meet the enemy, the drunken spear saint went to shake a shot, forced Gao Han back, stood in place, collected the gun, and said lightly.

Gao Han's eyes narrowed: "Do you really think that I am not your opponent?

It has been more than twenty years since he came to this other world, and during this period, his Ice Lotus has continuously absorbed high-level energy, and there is a tendency to advance, which is why Gao Han has not used the Ice Lotus since he came in.

Because now that the Ice Lotus is at the peak of its strength, if it is not careful, it will not be a waste of this great opportunity.

Through Guò's understanding of the ice lotus, Gao Han suddenly discovered that in fact, this ice lotus is not so simple.

Actually being able to absorb the power around him, and the ability to advance, this even made Gao Han a little suspicious, this is really the handiwork of the Lord of Heavenly Martial Arts?

However, later Gao Han thought about it for a while, and it became clear that although the Lord of Heavenly Martial Arts said that his strength was poor, he was also the master of one party after all, and what he made out could not be so simple.

If it were that simple, then the other party would not be worthy of being the Lord at all.

"Are you so sure you can kill me?" Gao Han still did not put away the roulette wheel of life and death, but looked at the other party coldly.

The Drunken Spear Saint didn't care too much about Gao Han's hostility, but raised his head and took another sip of wine, and then shouted in a comfortable mood: "Cool ......"

Gao Han's face was full of helplessness: "This, can you not call it that, it is easy to cause misunderstanding among others!"

The Drunken Spear Saint didn't seem to care about what Gao Han said at all, but looked at the life and death wheel in Gao Han's hand with solemn eyes.

"Little brother, if I guessed correctly, what you have in your hand is the roulette wheel of life and death!"

For this, Gao Han nodded bluntly. He said very simply: "Yes, what I have in my hand is the roulette wheel of life and death!"

"So, are you proficient in the laws of life and death?" The Drunken Spear Saint seemed to be asking a very sacred matter, and a rare dignified look appeared on his face.

Since he admitted that this is the roulette wheel of life and death, the law of life and death, he naturally has no need to hide it, and nodded.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Gao Han asked inexplicably, he really didn't understand the idea of the guy on the other side now, and he was still going to die or live just now. Now that I've had a fight, I'm almost starting to set up with myself.

The Drunken Spear Saint's eyes were blurred, as if he had fallen into a memory, and suddenly his face became violent: "It's very simple, I want you to destroy all the seven major forces in this world, including the hidden three major forces of the night walk!"

Hearing this, Gao Han was surprised: "Does it also include the Star Picking Pavilion?"

"That's nature. The Star Picking Pavilion will be destroyed!None of these seven major forces need to survive!" The Drunken Spear Saint roared with all his might, completely subverting the beautiful image he had just maintained in front of Gao Han.

"No, I'm going to finish my journey through this land. It's my responsibility to find the relics I need to find!" Gao Han shook his head firmly and refused.

However, the next words of the Drunken Spear Saint made Gao Han have to pay attention.

"We can help you find it. No vestige of this land can hide from us, this land. Everywhere, there are our people!"

Gao Han's eyes narrowed, and in his narrow eyes, an astonishing murderous aura erupted: "Do you think that I will believe your words, you really coaxed me like a fool, isn't your purpose the hand of death in my hands?"

"Hahahaha, no matter how I say it, I am also a man who speaks loudly, how can I lie, as for the hand of death you said, I also have it!"

As he spoke, the Drunken Spear Saint stretched out his hand, and a broken knife in his hand began to show its own shape.

When the knife was completely condensed, Gao Han's breathing began to rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the knife, constantly panting.

The knife in the other party's hand was actually exactly the same as the hand of death in his hand, and even the size and breath were exactly the same.

"Are you playing with me? Is it fun? According to what you mean, the Hand of Death in my hand is fake, and I am constantly working hard for a fake divine weapon, even losing my own life, and making enemies of the seven major forces, are you going to frame me!"

In the last sentence, Gao Han almost roared, in his eyes, murderous intent burst out, and the breath in his body was extremely unstable, and began to run wildly in his body.

Gao Han's strength, originally after this battle and absorption, was already close to the late stage of the Sage, but Gao Han had been suppressing it, but now he felt unprecedented humiliation.

It is very likely that he was tricked by the other party, or used to frame him, which is definitely a shame in life for Gao Han.

In vain, he is still working so hard for this knife, it turns out to be fake.

However, without waiting for Gao Han to break through, the Drunken Spear Saint stopped Gao Han in time: "Little brother, your handle is real!"

"Then your handle is fake?" After Gao Han heard this, he really came back to his senses and forcibly suppressed the power in his body.

"Uh...... Neither is it!"

"Which one is true and which one is false?

"These two Hands of Death are real!" the Drunken Spear Saint nodded earnestly.

Gao Han calmed down his mood: "Whew...... , well, tell me what's going on!"

"This sentence and two sentences are really not clear, it's better to be like this, little brother, come with me, get there, and the answers will naturally be solved!"

......

In order to solve the mystery in his heart, Gao Han had to go with the Drunken Spear Saint, besides, he would not be afraid of the other party, once he sensed that something was wrong, he could completely release his Extreme Ice Prison Lion, and the Extreme Ice Prison Lion at the peak was completely able to carry himself away.

On the contrary, if what the other party says is true, then he will use the so-called power in his mouth to help him find the ruins.

Without saying anything all the way, Gao Han and the other party walked to a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, which is simply a fairyland on earth, and even Gao Han couldn't help but linger in it.

The Drunken Spear Saint shook his head helplessly: "Little brother, you must not report any big expectations, you must know that the more expectations, the more disappointed!"

"What's the matter? It's not good to be obsessed with the scenery around here, is it possible that you tell me that everything here is an illusion?"

After the Drunken Spear Saint made three bows and nine knocks, and finally, after striking a force, Gao Han's face really changed greatly: "Okay, thank you for telling me, this is an illusion, in fact, I have already guessed it!"

"Uh...... Little brother, I didn't sue you!"

Gao Han hated that iron was not made of steel, and glanced at him fiercely: "Don't you know how to cater to it? This is the politeness of being a man!"

"I really don't look down on your human politeness, you obviously live in a world where strength is respected, and you still want to say righteous words!Hypocrisy!" Drunken Gun Saint shook his head.

In front of the high cold, countless translucent figures were in the mountains, and the beautiful scenery just now had disappeared, and what appeared was a scene like hell on earth.

"What hell on earth!"

"This is hell, the dwelling place of all souls, and the territory of souls, but, alas...... Okay, you go in, I believe that the adults inside can give you a satisfactory answer!"

With that, he led Gao Han forward.

Along the way, greeting many phantoms, Gao Han found that those phantoms were the so-called ghosts and souls, but they seemed to be completely integrated into this world.

Seeing so many ghosts, Gao Han couldn't help but lick his lips, feeling that it was already very dry: "This is a common product!"

Gao Han was not very surprised that this place could be transformed from a fairyland of birds and flowers into a hell of hope in an instant, and he was surprised that this world obviously could not store zài souls, so what about these souls?

Gao Han suppressed all doubts, felt the gusts of wind in the air, and the sky was like dark clouds, and there was no color of light at all.

There seemed to be no so-called houses in this place, just graves, small mounds rising from the ground, and ghostly fires floating in the air.

There are also graves with broken coffins, but there are more ghost fires in that place, still floating helplessly in the air.

The surroundings seem to be green, and the infiltrator is endlessly terrifying.

"Welcome, outsider!" At the back of these tens of thousands of graves, there was a particularly inconspicuous place, and in that place there was a slightly raised earthen bag.

It's just that the dirt bag is so small that if you don't pay attention, you can completely ignore the past.

On the soil bag, a burst of black smoke was spewed, and the shape of an old man was condensed above the soil bag, and he said to Gao Han with a smile, his voice was gentle, if it wasn't for coming out of the soil bag, Gao Han would never believe that the other party was one of these ghosts.

It's just that this old man has the breath of zài, but it can't be ignored by Gao Han, this is an extremely strong man.

"Hello, senior!" Gao Han could feel that the other party's momentum was powerful, which was not comparable to the Extreme Ice Hell Lion.

"Hello, little brother, welcome to my ghost clan!" The old man nodded: "I am the patriarch of the ghost clan, you can call me the ghost!"

"Nether seniors, why are you, the ghost clan, able to survive in the Holy Realm? Aren't all the dead people missing their souls for no reason?"

Gao Han first asked about his doubts, but Netherworld didn't rush back, but instead looked at the Drunken Spear Saint: "Phantom Gun, are you sure that the hand of death is in his hand?" (To be continued......)