Han Yu's face sank, and his surroundings were also shrouded in billowing black qi, and the white silk on the neck of the pale-faced female ghost turned into countless phantoms and swept towards Han Yu.

At that moment, the Thunderbird suddenly let out a loud soft chirp, and the billowing black clouds gathered overhead.

Thundered...

In the next moment, more than a dozen silver snakes emerged from the dark clouds, slashing towards the black mist and female ghosts that shrouded him.

The female ghost's body was split by lightning, and white flames burned on her body, and a terrible scream came out of her mouth.

The swept white silk turned into a phantom in mid-air and dissipated, and the black mist around him was also shattered by the thunder and lightning.

The black qi involved turned into the little ghost in the distance, and the breath all over his body was sluggish, and he disappeared into the giant hammer.

And the Thunderbird flew to Han Yu's shoulder, rubbed his cheek a little tiredly, and then burrowed into his arm and disappeared.

"Hey, it seems that I still underestimate you! Your supernatural power is close to the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, it seems that I have to kill you, if you grow up, it will be really a trouble. The white-haired man put away the two ghost objects and said with a sinister face.

"Hmph, you don't have a lot of ability, and your tone is not small, so how about letting Han send you on your way and go to the underworld to be a husband and wife?" At the same time, cautious fingers clasped on the Qingluo knife, countless cold qi condensed around, and a thick wall of ice appeared around in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Han Yu's words fell, the white-haired man threw out a few things from the black body bag on his body, and together with the fishy wind, he turned into four walking corpses.

These four walking corpses were dressed in the costumes of the various sects of the Exorcism Alliance, three men and one woman, their skin was gray-white, their eyes were rolling, their fangs were exposed, and they looked hideous and terrifying.

The silver-haired man bit his finger, flew out four drops of essence blood and disappeared, blending into the head of the walking corpse, the rolled white eyes turned black, and the eyes also became spiritual, and the fishy wind attacked him.

Han Yu's eyes flickered a few times, and suddenly he slapped the storage bag, and four jade skeletons greeted him.

"Puff puff.."

The four walking corpses and the jade skeleton fought together, and the first confrontation became a parity. The aura of the jade skeleton and the walking corpse was all perfect, and the battle was extremely fierce, but for a while, neither of them could help the other.

"If you can understand my Demon Dao Exercises, then you are qualified to report your name in front of me. The white-haired man's face sank when he saw the jade skeleton, and he asked with a hint of solemnity in his tone.

Han Yu's expression remained unchanged, and he said slowly: "I have no interest in the names of dead people, and I am not interested in telling dead people my name!"

As soon as the words fell, the golden blade in his hand was blurred, and it increased rapidly under the infusion of mana, and in an instant, it turned into a huge blade that was a zhang long, slashing towards the white-haired man.

Qi Hua's eyes flashed fiercely when he heard this, his arm moved, he put away the double hammer, took out a black scroll from his cuff, and threw it towards the sky.

The picture scroll unfolded, and inside was a three-headed demon with six arms, and countless black threads were wound around it when I saw the golden blade attack.

The golden blade was extremely sharp, cutting through hundreds of threads, but more threads swept over, and the golden blade suddenly became smaller and flew out again.

At the same time, the silver-haired man picked up the giant hammer in his hand, and then threw it violently, and the two giant hammers "swished" and threw out with a gust of wind.

Han Yu watched the two giant hammers strike at each other, one left and one right, and his face changed slightly.

Before the hammer could be smashed, he pinched the trick with one hand, and his body was blurred, and he fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the silver-haired young man raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and pointed at the two giant hammers.

The two giant hammers that were still in the air immediately changed direction in the sky, made a "whirring" whistling sound, and smashed towards Han Yu on the ground.

Han Yu held the yellow talisman in his hand and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Boom..

Suddenly, on the ground where Han Yu had just stood, two deep pits were smashed out by two giant hammers.

Seeing this, Qi Hua snorted coldly, and suddenly pinched again, and those giant hammers conjured up countless phantoms, and smashed them towards the ground frantically.

Suddenly, Han Yu's figure emerged from a distance, flying in mid-air, tapping the Qingluo knife, and four tornadoes appeared beside him.

"Clumsy!"

Han Yu let out a soft snort, and the four tornadoes merged into one, rolling up countless sands and soil, and rolling towards the white-haired man.

Then the hand was a little bit more, and countless wind blades turned into a second wave of attacks to keep up.

When the white-haired man saw the hurricane blowing on the ground, his face did not show the slightest panic, but instead put away the two giant hammers on the ground.

Han Yu's heart sank, and he looked at the strange ancient painting.

The evil spirits in this are extremely fierce, and even the golden blade is helpless.

Han Yu's mind spun quickly, and he threw the nine-story small tower in the air with one hand, and the small tower spun rapidly and emitted a cloud of white spiritual light, and there was a faint Sanskrit sound coming from it.

At this moment, one of the demon's arms poked out of the ancient painting.

Han Yu's expression became extremely solemn, and he poured a huge amount of spiritual power into the small tower with his backhand, and immediately the Sanskrit sound from the small tower became clear, and at the top of the small tower, there was a faint treasure light overflowing.

"Snort".

When one of the demon's heads poked out, a trace of white smoke came out of the exposed arms and skull, as if the snow had melted in the sun.

"The top-level Buddha weapon, how can you have such a treasure in your hands. Seeing this, Qi Hua finally said loudly in shock.

At the same time, he also quietly pinched the trick, and the unfolded ancient painting slowly rolled up, obviously he wanted to attract Han Yu's attention through words.

But how could Han Yu ignore him?

He poured the majestic spiritual power into the small tower, and the bottom of the small tower appeared with Buddha light, passing upwards layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, the light on the spire appeared, and the pillar of light swept over and smashed on the ancient painting.

"Boom" with an earth-shattering bang!

A golden Buddha light bloomed violently.

The ghost roared, and the ancient painting slowly became brittle in the light of the Buddha, and the remains of the ghost kept falling from the painting, falling to the ground and turning into a cloud of black gas.

This strange ancient painting has disappeared from this world.

Then Han Yu's figure shook for a while, his face was a little pale, but his expression was still very calm.

"You dare to destroy my treasure, I want to devour your soul alive!" the silver-haired man said angrily when he saw this scene and looked at the confetti flying in the sky.

This ancient painting is the treasure of his family, and it was left by a certain generation of Jindan ancestors. Among them, the sealed demons have the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, and there is even a trace of the possibility of advancing the golden pill. Now that it was burned in front of his eyes, Tuga's heart was beating like thunder.

The young man took out a quaint wooden box from the storage bag, and with a gentle blow, a talisman shrouded in black gas slowly flew in the air.

Qi Hua's eyes showed a trace of reluctance, and then there were words in his mouth.

A cloud of black gas condensed above his head, turning into a black giant spear, and a terrifying aura permeated.

"Rune Treasure!"

When Han Yu saw this, his face showed a little jealousy.

If you want to say that the strongest attack method of the monks in the foundation building period is the talisman treasure given by the ancestor of Jiedan.

Ever since he had read some ancient books, Han Yu knew that the rune treasures in the Dan period were also strong and weak. There is a world of difference between the talisman treasures made by the monks in the early and late stages of the festival.

Han Yu didn't expect that the white-haired man still had a rune treasure in his hand, and the power was refined by a mid-stage cultivator, and the power was terrifying, and it was definitely not something he could hard-hit.

Of course, if he forcibly urged the Bone Demon and reduced his cultivation, it was also very possible to kill him.

But Han Yu chose another path.

Seeing that the rune treasure was about to be activated, Han Yu did not hesitate at all, and withdrew the four jade skeletons, and the aura on his body was great, turning into a cyan light and retreating towards the back of the battlefield.

He fled without a fight!

The monk surnamed Wang watched it with relish, and was thinking about what kind of killer trick this pock-faced junior brother could use, so he turned around and ran away.

He panicked in his heart, and he also wanted to leave the battlefield and run away.

But at this time, the bewitching man was desperately entangled like crazy, so that he couldn't get out for a while!

Just as the man surnamed Wang was secretly scolding in his heart, eager to find a way out, a loud shout came from not far away.

The black spear in the sky had already taken shape, and it quickly stabbed towards Senior Brother Wang with lightning.