"Hmph!" Looking at the huge thunder hammer above his head, the monk surnamed Sun also showed fear on his face.

Then he gritted his teeth and squirted out three more mouthfuls of essence blood, and the ice mass thickened a little more, but his face also turned pale.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came, and the thunder hammer hammered down countless ice chips, which looked extremely crystal clear in the sunlight.

Seeing this scene, the monk surnamed Sun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He has now used all kinds of means, and there is no aftermath, but his guess about Han Yu's identity is clearer.

A monk in the early stage of the Yudan actually forced him, a mid-stage monk, to this extent, he must be a personal disciple of the city lord of Richeng, otherwise how could he be forced to this extent?

"This fellow Daoist, if you have any requirements, as long as I can meet them, I will definitely meet them!" Seeing that the thunder hammer was still hitting, the monk surnamed Sun hurriedly said.

It was a threat just now, and now he is begging for mercy again, and it seems that this person's means have been exhausted!

Han Yu didn't say anything to him, and poured all the mana in his body into the glass heavenly fire mirror, and his face couldn't help but turn pale.

The mana and divine thoughts consumed by the Glass Sky Fire Mirror were also a burden to him, but he still wanted to give it a try.

This glass heavenly fire mirror is a magic weapon of the sun, he can't believe that he can't help this ice hockey!

If the Glass Heavenly Fire Mirror didn't take him, Han Yu would send all the puppets on his body to blow himself up, and if he couldn't do it, he would use the two flying swords on his body.

Although it is in vain to use the cultivation of these decades now, it is not enough to take care of it now.

With the infusion of mana, the light of the glazed heavenly fire mirror became more and more dazzling, and a pure white flame erupted from the mirror surface, attacking the ice mass.

"Hmph, do you really want to die?" the monk surnamed Sun saw the pure white flames coming, and his face turned angry, but soon his face turned pale.

I saw that the white flame hit the ice mass but did not extinguish, but spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the ice ball was wrapped and eroded rapidly, melting a thick layer in just a few breaths.

The monk surnamed Sun hurriedly spewed out a few mouthfuls of essence blood, but this time the ice did not continue to increase, but it had no effect at all, and the flames continued to erode.

Seeing the pure white flames that kept burning, the monk surnamed Sun was even more frightened in his heart, and his mouth was full of anger and roar.

"This fellow Daoist, don't force me!" his voice was full of indescribable horror and remorse, with a hint of resentment.

"Hmph, when you were chasing me, did you ever think of letting me live?" Han Yu said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the blazing white flames.

Hearing this, the monk surnamed Sun was about to defend himself, but he saw that several cracks had appeared on the Cold Crystal Bead in his hand, and it seemed that this treasure was on the verge of collapse.

In just a few breaths, there were more and more cracks on the Cold Crystal Bead, and the light dimmed.

Han Yu saw that there was only a thin layer left in the ice hockey, and Han Yu's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, and he once again ordered the puppet army to rush over.

He didn't hesitate any longer, opened his mouth and spit out the blue flying sword, and then with a finger of his hand, it transformed into thirty-two sword lights and slashed towards him.

And at this moment, the cold crystal bead in the hand of the monk surnamed Sun had lost its light, and it shattered into powder with a soft sound.

From the time the monk surnamed Sun stopped him, until the cold crystal bead shattered, it was a long story but only half a cup of tea, but he had been forced to the brink of life and death.

His heart suddenly panicked!

He watched as the flames melted and rushed towards him, the white flames made him feel like his soul was about to burn, and the danger of the fall came to his heart.

Although he was panicked in his heart, he still had long-term fighting experience, and when he formed a body protection shield with the little mana remaining in his body, he rushed out forcefully.

Han Yu saw that after rushing over, the shield was also stained with a layer of white flames, and it was still burning continuously, like an appendage, and it couldn't be shaken off.

Han Yu's face sank, and with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen beast-type puppets rushed towards him, and in the blink of an eye, they came to his side.

"Come back!" said the monk Sun's face sank.

In normal times, he would not have paid attention to these dozen puppets, and he would have smashed them into crumbs with a single blow.

But now this situation is killing him!

His mana was now used against the white flames, and he couldn't be distracted at all.

"Bang bang" more than a dozen loud sounds, these puppets came to his side, and after they came to him, various colors of light appeared on their bodies, and then they let out a violent explosion, and the waves of explosion rushed towards him together.

The monk surnamed Sun was shocked and angry, so he could only stubbornly divide part of his mana, wanting to resist for the time being.

But as soon as he relaxed for a moment, white flames stained his arm, and he let out a terrible scream.

However, this man is also fierce, and he wants to fall towards the sea, hoping that the sea will extinguish the flames on his body and let him escape.

But he inadvertently glanced at Han Yu's cold eyes, and thirty-two flying swords also attacked from all directions.

If you can find a way to resist this incoming flying sword in your heyday, but at this moment, there is no way to stop this incoming flying sword, and there is a look of despair in your eyes.

With a flash of blue light, the flying sword slashed across his neck, and then the person's great head flew out of the distance.

Blood immediately splattered several feet high, and the thick bloody aura spread all at once.

Han Yu didn't breathe a sigh of relief, and flew towards the head.

I saw a cloud of black gas suddenly gushing out of my skull, and it flew quickly in the direction of the way it came.

But it's too late!

Han Yu's arm suddenly shot out a piece of green vine, which quickly wrapped around the black qi in the air, pulling her back in an instant.

Han Yu was relieved when he saw this scene.

He closed the mirror, and the flames attached to the headless corpse were gone, and the green vine rolled his body over.

Han Yu put away his storage bag, and then asked Qing Teng to inspect his body, and then countless tentacles burrowed into his flesh and blood, absorbing the nutrients in his body.

At the same time, Han Yu also ingested the skull and burned it to ashes with flames.

In this short period of seconds, Qingteng had already absorbed all the headless corpses, and the flesh and blood of the monks of the Dan Stage were the same as the demon beasts, which was also a great supplement to it.

At the same time, the black ashes burned from the skull were thrown into the sea.

Then, Han Yu sent a puppet to erase all the traces on the battlefield, and asked Qing Teng and Shi Ling to see if there were any marks on their bodies.

Immediately after that, he threw another round ball, which transformed into a battle armor after transformation, and countless fragments of bamboo armor poured towards him.

After putting it on, a shock gushed out of Han Yu's body, and he broke through the air in the distance.

In order to prevent any accidents, Han Yu fled directly in the direction of Richeng, came to a small island more than three hundred miles, replaced the original stone, and continued to walk towards the sky.

Now everything outside made him feel a little uneasy, so he hurried back to Sun City while the news had not spread.

He was still confident in his speed, and he would definitely arrive safely before the news came back.

And when Han Li was on his way again, in the sky above that nameless valley, the young master of Lei Yuan Island was using bloody means to take the golden pill and collect the soul of the monk.

Most of the people on the side have already returned, and are dividing up the treasures of these monks.

Not far from them, several monks were floating unconscious in mid-air, all tied to silver-white thunder chains.

The eight monks of Thundercloud Island were surrounding his young master, looking like they were obeying orders at any time, and they seemed to be very loyal.

Half an hour later, there was a purple light and a yellow light in the sky, and the two people who went to chase and kill the monk surnamed Zhang rushed back in despair.

"People ran away?" The young master of Lei Yuan Island, who was collecting his soul, saw that there was nothing around them, and his face changed a little.

"The one surnamed Zhang also has some magical powers, I waited for more than 100 miles to chase and let him run away, this matter is a bit troublesome. The monk surnamed He, who was wearing a purple robe, was a little angry.

"That's not good. The young master surnamed Zhan frowned.

"Have you found the cause of the failure of the Great Array?" asked the Big-Eared Monk.

Hearing this question, Zhan Shaozhu's face sank, and he took out a stubborn stone from his hand and threw it over.

"The top-grade spirit stones I buried have been replaced with these stubborn stones for some reason, which will cause the operation here to fall short!" said the young master of Zhan with a gloomy face.

"Could it be that there is a conspiracy inside?" asked the monk surnamed He in surprise.

Although this sentence is not big, it still attracts a lot of attention.

The young man surnamed Zhan's face sank slightly, shook his head and said, "This matter is supervised by me Lei Yuandao, and there is no possibility that there will be any news leakage." ”

"That's strange," the Big-Eared Friar fell silent.

He couldn't help but think of the pockmarked face who broke into the battle at the beginning, and it was he who made the move when he strangled the monk surnamed Zhang, which led to the failure of the plan.

"By the way, Brother Sun hasn't come back yet?" the purple-robed monk asked with a frown.

The monk surnamed Zhan estimated the time and found that more than half an hour had passed, and it was logical that he should have returned.

"Nothing will happen, right?" asked the big-eared monk with some concern, and the monk surnamed Sun had a good personal relationship.

At that time, he also noticed that the monk surnamed Sun was chasing the pockmarked face alone, but he also thought that a mid-stage peak chasing an early-stage monk should be in no danger.

"Send someone to take a look first and see if you can find any clues. The young master also showed a worried look on his face.

"I'll make another trip, I guess it's delayed. The Big-Eared Monk was the first to turn into a ray of light and face the past.

A few other monks who had good fellowship followed.

"As far as I know, Elder Qin should have a back hand. The surname Zhang must be seriously injured, and maybe he will ask for help along the way to see if he can find an opportunity. This is not a murderous matter. Wait to see how Brother Sun's pursuit goes, collect that person's soul and send it to Elder Qin. Seeing everyone chasing after him, Young Master Zhan turned his head and said lightly.