A few more axes went down, only cutting the flesh of Qinghan for three minutes, and the filthy air seeped out from the flesh and skin.

The wound healed quickly and visibly, leaving not even a single scar.

String Man was stunned, and his movement of wielding the ghost axe stopped, watching Qing Han's self-defeating behavior and strange changes.

The feeling of panic arose, and the left and right eyelids jumped suddenly.

As if he had thought of something, his relaxed and leisurely expression changed several times in an instant, and the yin god was in a cold sweat.

In the end, he showed endless horror, subconsciously took a few steps back, pointed at Qing Han and roared, and the disbelief in his words reached its peak in an instant.

"Extremely evil...... Damn, that man is already dead, and this sword will dissipate with him, how can it still exist between heaven and earth!"

"Impossible! That person was pulled into the purgatory abyss by the Lord of the Nine Prisons, and it was impossible for him to climb out......

Kushima stopped retreating, clutched the ghost axe tightly, gritted his teeth fiercely and showed a hideous face, his eyes flashed dark red, and he completely poured the power of the Yin God into the big axe in his hand.

The dark red cover was thick and dripping, and the black tendons all over the body squirmed.

Rotated the axe sideways, accompanied by a long tearing cry, and slashed in the direction of the green and cold withered head.

......

Everywhere the axe blade passed, it was twisted and torn into a dark red, and a huge dark red full moon was born out of it!

After cutting out the dark red full moon, although he bent to the ground panting, his expression was extremely excited.

Staring at the dark red eyes, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"The Yin God can cut the space with all his strength, I see that after your head and body are separated, you will not die if you fall into the spatial rift!"

As soon as this full moon appeared, it sharply absorbed the surrounding dead qi, yin qi, and resentment qi, and was wrapped in three extremely cold qis.

Like a tumbling dark cloud that half-covers the moon, the dark red moonlight appears and disappears.

As the Dark Moon continued to absorb, it quickly became extremely gloomy.

Like a dark moon in the water, just one glance can make people's hearts chill.

After the dark full moon was absorbed, it immediately tilted three points and rotated and cut the space at an incredible speed.

Trails of shattering tears remained, almost teleporting.

He was about to touch Qing Han's head and divide him from top to bottom and lead him into nothingness.

"It doesn't matter if you are the reincarnation of Jiang Han or not, you!

At this moment, Qing Han suddenly raised his withered hand, and the bones all over his body creaked.

With one hand, he grabbed the edge of the Yin Moon, and his palm was torn and healed countless times in this instant.

The harsh grinding sound made both ears dripping a dark red.

His eyes were split in disbelief, and he watched as the dark moon entered Qinghan's palm but was immediately ejected, and the damaged part healed in the blink of an eye, and so on countless times.

Qing Han slowly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of completely dry eyes, with no pupils, no moisture, no fluctuations, just endless darkness.

As if looking at the yin moon that was constantly cutting his palm, he pulled out the Xuanjian that pierced into his chest, and without bringing out a drop of blood, the blade dripped ink black, fell to the ground like a drop of water, and then turned into smoke and rose but did not disperse.

Qing Han seemed to take a closer look, then raised his head and cracked the corners of his mouth on both sides, and the skin was torn from the corners of his mouth, cracking to the back of his neck, and then swallowed the sword in one gulp.

The body and the lunar moon in his hand gradually blurred, turning into a cloud of thick ink and staggering, and finally collapsed with the lunar moon, and the ink burst and splashed, spilling all over the yard.

The situation in front of him has changed too much and too quickly, and he is already desperate when he is half-kneeling, and it takes time to recover when his strength is lost, and there is no chance of escape in front of that person.

Rather than endure a torture that is ten thousand times more painful than in the Yin Spring Prison, it is better to give up resistance and maybe die a more comfortable death.

Even now, Kushiman never believed that the man had died like this, but now was a good opportunity to escape.

There must be a lot of chaos out there right now, as long as you join up with the companions you just summoned and devour some supplements to restore your strength, you won't be in danger of dying.

And this person is now in an abnormal state......

Kushiman's eyes flickered when he thought of this, and he lifted the big axe and moved his body, carefully approaching a drop of fresh, mellow ink that had been sprinkled on the ground.

The ink exudes an air of death and a strong breath of life, which is paradoxical, but it is clear what it means.

Raise the big axe and open it hard, opening a pit, and then lifting the axe to see, the ink droplet did not change at all and did not stick to the blade of the axe, so he lay quietly in the pit.

hurriedly stepped in again, but it was still unchanged.

The huge body shook with a shocked expression, and secretly scolded this person for being so difficult to kill, and quickly turned into a dark light and drilled into the corpse demon's body.

A row of sparks with a large axe landed in the courtyard and ignited a raging fire.

Without looking back again, he ran fast on all fours, his belly on the ground, leaving mottled along the way.

"Meet them first, and then I'll kill you when I recover!" But the extreme evil has reappeared, whether this person is Jiang Han or not, I must send a message to Lord Meno......"

Soon after the string was full, the ink in the courtyard rolled, converging a puddle of ink towards the center, and a sharp corner protruded from it as it wriggled.

The sharp horns gradually became as large as a skull, and as they rose upward, they lifted up the surrounding ink balls, condensing into a humanoid shape with no facial features.

The ink meanders downward along the shape, and the irregular parts become regular, and the non-human-like parts become human-like.

Like creating a clay puppet, the facial features gradually become clear as the ink flows.

In the end, the ink solidified, the whole body was dark and colorless, the holes all over the body were sealed, and the long hair was scattered like ink.

Raised his hand and rubbed it in his eye sockets, and two black scabs fell, revealing dark eyes with black light.

Shallow cracks appeared several times in the chest, and the whole body clicked, and the cracks spread from the chest to the whole body.

The body swayed slightly, and the black scabs fell, revealing fair skin and a frowning appearance.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, spit out a green bag and landed in his hand, and with a movement of his heart, a black dress transformed, enveloping his body.

"The peak of crying blood, only a line of ...... is missing"

Feeling the stronger blood qi in his body, Qing Han's gaze stayed in the messy courtyard, especially on the mottled altar and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Although the memory of the past is vague, what happened roughly and what the current situation is, you can understand nine times out of ten after a little thought.

"Even if I try to get out of it, someone is going to come and get me in trouble. ”

Cut off a piece of the dark red that had not yet solidified.

Qing Han looked at the remnants of his fingertips, his gaze gradually became cold, and he summoned Ah Zi to leave the courtyard.

He took out a piece of yellow paper, wiped a dark red on the yellow paper with his fingers, and said something in his mouth.

Suddenly, a red dot flickered, and it quickly extended indefinitely to a mountain road.

"Want to go to the Absolute Heaven Pass?"

Qinghan galloped all the way through the mountains and forests, and the red line on his fingertips broke several times, and then immediately continued.

Until they came to a hole in the ground, the red line went into the hole and broke again.

Looking at this hole in the ground with finger marks, Qing Leng smiled again and again, turned his palm, and an illusory sword appeared in his hand.

The ink smoke around this sword is entwined and flowing, and it is impressively made of ink smoke blurring.

Qing Han waved his arm to take Ah Zi away, and then his body collapsed and turned into ink stars, and in a flicker, he rolled up the Void Xuanjian and poured into the ground cave.

He was now in the cave that led to nowhere, his face pale and extremely anxious, and he frantically dug through the dirt in front of him.

The limbs are digging and digging very fast, forming the remnants of the road, and they keep shuttling in this soil hole.

The further you drilled, the wetter the soil became, and the sound of water pouring could be heard in the distance.

Suddenly, his face changed to a cold sweat, and he clearly sensed that something behind him was approaching quickly.

I couldn't turn back and couldn't turn back, so I quickly turned around and drilled up.

The crystal light behind was in hot pursuit, and it looked like it was about to catch up.

String Man gritted his teeth fiercely, consuming the few Yin God Qi cutting space, in exchange for a short distance teleportation, breaking through the earth wall and jumping out.

Here the clouds and smoke are around, a white curtain falls from the sky, and it is poured between the boulders, like thunder rumbling, it is actually a mountain stream waterfall!

The string fell on the surface of the water and rolled several times, and suddenly raised his head to see a crystal light scrolling sword rushing out of the hole.

The crystal light quickly turned into a cold appearance, and without saying a word, it was directly a sword stabbing at the throat!

The string was full of yin gods, and he hurriedly withdrew from his body.

In an instant, the flesh was pierced, and the round Roshan was immediately deflated and paralyzed, leaving only a fluffy skin.

On the other hand, the blood qi on Qing Han's body is getting stronger and stronger, and he even squints his eyes slightly, and his face is blood-red.

Being a blood demon was already brutal, but seeing this situation at this moment raised a deep chill that was piercing to the bone.

The Yin God was extremely weak at this time, and he didn't even have the strength to escape, and he wanted to seize the last ray of life, his body trembled and gritted his teeth and roared, "Jiang Jun! You and I don't have any deep hatred, and you won't tell anyone if you let me go!"

Qing Hanben's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened, the black and red silk in his eyes were indistinguishable from each other, the forehead flesh drooped, the bridge of his nose was wrinkled, his lips lifted his teeth and clenched, and the blood-red tears emerged darkness.

"I'm not Jiang Han!"

Qing Han swung his sword and slashed wildly, exploding a three-zhang splash and raising the curtain of water.

The screams turned into a puddle of debris floating on the water, and gradually blurred into a rich yin qi, inseparable from the mist.

Qing Han opened his mouth and inhaled the yin qi and water mist into his abdomen.

The airflow in the abdomen was tumbling and overflowing, and the assimilated into a strange Yin and Cold spiritual power passed through the meridians of the whole body from the dantian, and returned to the dantian to form a cyclone that slowly rotated.

Qing Han looked up to the sky and roared, overflowing with a trace of cold qi, spreading around him.

Within a radius of 100 zhang, the water surface near was frozen into ice crystals, and the distance was gradually covered with frost.

A momentum that cut through the space suddenly rose, and Fu Zhi's mind swept towards the waterfall with a sword.

Throwing out a cold sword qi visible to the naked eye, it took away a line of water and embedded it into the mountain wall.

The lower stream poured between the stones, and the upper stream was frozen for a while.

At first glance, the waterfall is cut off at the waist, revealing a smooth, moist mountain wall.

After a while, Bai Lian fell again, as always.

"I'm different from a monk, and I'm different from a demon...... Above the weeping blood, it should be cut off. ”

Qing Han's eyes flashed, and with a slight pinch of his palm, the illusory sword trembled and became more blurred, turning into smoke and dust and returning to itself.

"I'm already complete, but I'm no longer Jiang Han, don't affect me anymore!"

Step by step on the ice that had not yet melted, Qing Han twitched his nose, and gradually walked away following the faint smell of blood from afar.