Moving Yu Luoxia to the bed, Zhou Han let out a long sigh of relief, tied his hair again, and looked at Yu Luoxia, who still had an angry expression, and showed a hint of a smile.

According to the standards of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, cultivators were divided into ten ranks, and he did not deceive Yu Luoxia in his own rank.

The first five levels represent the five stages of a practitioner's control of spiritual power, while the last five levels are simply divided by the total amount of spiritual power that a practitioner can control, and there are slight differences according to different schools of practice.

Only when his spiritual power fills the sea of qi can he be regarded as a true first-order cultivator, and for some reason, if he can't do this, he can't be counted as having his own rank.

Or...... Considered the strongest unranked cultivator yourself?

Thinking so, Zhou Han wiped the cold sweat from his face, sat on the ground, slowly closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

He knew that at this moment, the people of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain should be lurking around the inn, quietly peeking at them.

He quietly adjusted his state, waiting for their movements.

Sometimes, you have to close your eyes to see better.

I don't know how long it took, but he remained in a sitting position, as if he was asleep.

But in fact, if there is the slightest movement around him, he can react as quickly as possible.

Although his eyes were still closed, the whole room was under his control.

For example, the extremely faint aroma that is wafting in the room now should be the ecstasy smoke of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain, if you don't smell it carefully, you really can't detect it.

However, the methods used by the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain were so gentle, which was really beyond his expectations.

The last person who rushed to rescue Yu Luoxia was besieged to death when he was poisoned.

Maybe I'm afraid that I accidentally poisoned Yu Luoxia......

The Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain's policy towards Yu Luoxia was to capture Yu Luoxia alive, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Zhou Han's brows furrowed slightly, and his head gradually drooped, but he seemed to insist on fighting against sleepiness, nodding like a chicken pecking rice.

Outside the window, a dark shadow quickly rolled into the room, confirmed that Zhou Han could not hinder him, quickly rolled over to the bed, and was about to pick up Yu Luoxia, but found a pair of divine eyes looking at him.

His reflexes were extremely fast, and his eyes were open and closed, and he had already retreated several meters.

Then he saw a point of light, and Zhou Han's faint smile.

There was no light in the room, and there was no moonlight outside the window, so what was shining?

The point of light suddenly disappeared, and his body suddenly chilled, as if he was in an ice cellar.

Before he could react, he was greeted by Zhou Han's palms.

With a soft thud, his body flew diagonally out and landed by the window, struggling to get up, but his body was stiff and unable to move.

It's like being frozen.

His eyes were full of fear.

As a newly promoted green ghost of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain, although it was only the first time he came out to carry out a mission, when he was still training, he had already fought against a real fifth-order cultivator, and he had successfully besieged a sixth-order cultivator with his companions before.

But now, he can only be like an ice sculpture, unable to move.

Even a pure water attribute Fa Sect cultivator couldn't have such a piercing chill.

The clouds cleared, and a faint moonlight shone down the window.

His pupils contracted suddenly.

By the light of the moon, he could see the many small glittering dots in the room.

It was some round Xiaoice balls, and if it was played with marbles, it might feel very good.

Some of them are embedded in the floor, some are suspended from the beams, and some are casually hung on the wall.

His eyes shrank sharply.

The spiritual power emanating from these Xiaoice beads was almost exactly the same as the cold qi that was raging in his body now.

In his eyes, these Xiaoice beads scattered all around were lurking demons.

There are so many places where the moonlight shines, but what about the whole room?

Before he could try to remind his teammates, Zhou Han had already made a move.

Several Xiaoice beads flew in different directions with a breeze.

These Xiaoice beads were his proudest means, and he gave them a name, called Ice Marbles.

This is the purest Northern Darkness cold qi in his body condensed, and it belongs only to his magic weapons, as long as he doesn't touch them, they won't melt in a month.

And he can make more than 40 in a day.

Because of the difference in condensation techniques and the amount of spiritual power, there are subtle differences in the ice bullets that look the same.

Several ice flowers bloomed in the dimly lit room, forming many ice picks with the faint sound of movement, but they were soon drowned out by the click of new ice condensation.

Zhou Han smiled slightly.

He had chosen this room a week ago, and had arranged countless ice bombs in the room yesterday, so how could he give the person who infiltrated the room a chance to hide?

Blood dripped onto the floor with a crackling sound.

There was a swishing sound from the beam on the left, presumably the sound of a poisonous needle breaking through the wind.

Zhou Han stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the dark, and a wonderful spiritual power gathered in his palm, accurately holding the several poisonous needles in his hand.

If the other party could understand his methods, he would definitely be surprised, because that spiritual power obviously did not belong to him, but really came from heaven and earth.

Among the main schools of cultivation in the Zhongzhou Continent, the Martial Sect uses his own body to control the spiritual power and use it for his own use, and the Fa Sect uses himself as a medium to manipulate the spiritual power to fight, no matter which one it is, the spiritual power will carry the imprint of the cultivator who uses them.

But the spiritual power used by Zhou Han really came from heaven and earth, just like the means of immortals.

A smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Han's mouth, and an ice bullet flew out of his fingers, embedded straight into the darkness.

There was a crackling sound, and countless ice particles poured down, like a hailstone, and like a cave that was collapsing.

Then, a man fell miserably to the floor with a muffled thud.

If you look closely, you don't know how many wounds have been cut by sharp objects all over his body, and it looks very miserable.

Although he avoided most of the vital points, he was not lightly injured.

The other party is a person from the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain, Zhou Han naturally will not take it lightly, his sleeves are flying, and several ice bullets fly out, condensing into ice, temporarily blocking the two green ghosts who have temporarily lost their ability to fight.

After a brief silence, many small explosions rang out.

The light and shadow under the moon change slightly.

Zhou Han knew that someone on the other side had stepped on his ice marble.

There are only two ice bullets that really have maximum lethality tonight, one is used to attack suddenly and preemptively, and the other is used to attack the gentleman on the beam, and the lethality of these ice bullets thrown in batches is extremely limited.

But too much, it can also grind people to death.

He patted his clothes, vaguely feeling the round objects inside.

Ever since he planned to rely on Yu Luoxia, he had accumulated all kinds of ice bullets every day, most of which were used to decorate the room, and there were dozens of them left on him.

This is his world, and he's been preparing for tonight for a week.

Even if everyone from the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain came tonight, don't even think about snatching Yu Luoxia from his side.