Soon, a strong smell of blood filled the lobby. The stump and arm were broken, the blood flowed like a river, and the blood mist was filled with a mist as if it had fallen from heaven on earth to hell in an instant, which was unbearable. Among them, whether it is a mortal or a monk, as long as they meet those ten bandit cultivators, the end is already doomed.

And Han Haohe, who is the strongest person in this place, who is in the late stage of foundation building, does not dare to move at this moment, all he can do is to protect his daughter behind him. Because, above the sky, the middle-aged man has always locked on Han Haohe. As long as he dares to make the slightest reckless move, then the end is only a dead end.

At this moment, as a hegemon and an invincible hero, Han Haohe has already had red eyes. His eyes were full of scarlet, this was the great hatred of the extermination, the people he cared about, the juniors he valued, died one by one, and they were brutally murdered. And those bandits, not only did they not have compassion, but they were still laughing, and there was even a bewitching woman, and she also proposed to compare with the bandit cultivators next to her who killed more. They had no scruples, they were unscrupulous, and they looked at Han Haohe provocatively and laughed loudly.

Han Haohe's eyes were split, his heart was dripping blood, he hated, he hated his powerlessness. hates the injustice of this world, and hates these so-called immortals who regard human life as a mustard, but are still high. His fists clenched, his nails digging into the flesh, bleeding continuously. It is said that ten fingers are connected to the heart, but now his heart is about to be broken, he is crazy with hatred, staring at the middle-aged man who is high up, wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood. He wanted to die in battle, he wanted to kill the enemy, but he couldn't, he still had his daughter behind him to protect.

The screams came and went, and behind Han Haohe, Han Yuqing's face turned pale. Finally, she spoke softly: "Daddy, you go and kill the enemy, don't worry about me." If there is an afterlife, I am still willing to be your daughter and do my filial piety under your knees, I should not drag you down in this life. ”

"What a stupid thing to say, you won't die, and Daddy won't let you die. Even if Daddy fights for this old life, he has to protect you!" Han Haohe said firmly, but he also knew that he couldn't protect it. But how could he bear to look at his beloved daughter and kill herself in front of his eyes, he couldn't do it.

"Well, it's really a father-daughter relationship, in that case, this seat will fulfill the two of you and send you two on the road together. The middle-aged man spoke, stretched out his right palm, and pressed it down. In an instant, the aura of heaven and earth gathered, the surrounding turmoil, the wind and clouds changed, and a palm print the size of ten zhang hung in the air, to press down on the forehead, obliterating everything.

The earth shattered and could not withstand its pressure, the ancient trees were shattered, and the beasts were screaming and shattering. Han Haohe and Han Yuqing knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling, and blood leaked from their mouths and noses. The green tendons on Han Haohe's forehead burst out, and he looked up to the sky and shouted angrily: "I, Han Haohe, swear here, if you don't die today, you will suffer from a thousand knives, so that you will die without a place to be buried!"

"Hehe, I don't know what to say. The middle-aged man sneered, spoke indifferently, and then pressed his palm print downward, about to kill the Han family.

"Presumptuous!"

An old voice sounded like a bell, and exploded from the distant sky like the hum of the avenue. This sound is like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which can shake the mountains and oceans, shock the radius of hundreds of miles, and its power is unpredictable.

The middle-aged man's spiritual power palm print dissipated instantly, and his body was even more like being struck by lightning, and a mouthful of blood spilled into the air, retreating dozens of steps in a row. This is just a voice, and it comes from a hundred miles away, and it has such a terrifying divine might. The pupils of the middle-aged man's eyes shrank sharply, and his heart suddenly panicked, what kind of existence is this, there is such a heavenly cultivation.

In the next moment, I saw more than a dozen figures coming from a hundred miles away. Before the middle-aged man could see the comer, he was surrounded by more than a dozen people, and the momentum on each person's body was like a heavenly power to him. Men and women, young and old, are like real immortals, and a wisp of breath can suppress him, so that he will never be able to turn over.

The middle-aged man was stunned, he suspected that he was dreaming, more than a dozen, and each person's aura was far stronger than he imagined. At this time, he had fallen into the air, kneeling on the ground, unable to even lift his head, and there were even cracks on his body, which was caused by coercion.

"Before, seniors, seniors, ancestors, I don't know what the younger generations have offended, please forgive your ancestors. The younger generation is by no means intended to offend, and I implore you to raise your noble hand and let the younger generation have a way out. The middle-aged man opened his mouth tremblingly as he kept kowtowing. He had never seen the Yuanying Monk in his life, and now he saw more than a dozen, which was like a legend to him.

As for those bandits who hurt the killers, they were even more unbearable, lying on the ground, as if they were carrying a mountain of ten thousand jun, unable to move. I can't even kowtow and beg for mercy, so I can only wait quietly for death to come. At this moment, they were afraid, afraid, and their eyes were full of fear.

And the people of the Han family were not suppressed, they didn't care about paying homage or being grateful, so they immediately took out one magic weapon after another and killed these bandits. They hated that a big family, with a thousand mouths, was slaughtered hundreds of people in less than a cup of tea. And they could only flee with despair, and then they were hit by the mighty spiritual power and died.

Their elders, lovers, and heirs, all died tragically under the butcher's knife, and the severed limbs and stumps in the main hall, and the rivers of blood inspired their endless hatred.

"Begging for mercy, you can only die!" the old man Wan Zhu said angrily, wanting to slap his palm and kill the other party.

The middle-aged man panicked, but he let out a miserable scream under that sound, his body was full of cracks, his skin was open, and the golden pill was unstable.

"The seniors are slow, can you abolish his cultivation, the younger generation will cut this fellow with a thousand knives, so that he will die without a place to be buried!" Han Haohe kowtowed to the old man Wanzhu with hatred, and asked the old man Wanzhu to abandon his cultivation.

"Accurate!" the old man Wan Zhu nodded, and then pointed at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. I saw a small mana training point out, rushing towards its dantian, but in an instant, it shattered its golden pill, and then sealed its cultivation. made him a mortal, a mortal with injuries and powerless to resist.

"Thank you senior!" Han Haohe knelt down and kowtowed to the old man Wanzhu, and then pulled out a long knife, flashing with a cold glow, with an extremely strong murderous aura, and slowly walked forward.

"No, you can't kill me, no, please, I don't want to die, spare me. I am willing to be a cow and a horse, I am willing, ah~", the middle-aged man was kowtowing to Han Haohe and begging. However, Han Haohe hated him to the core, and he couldn't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood, so how could he pay attention to his begging words.

"When I beg, you sneer arrogantly. When I cried bitterly, you were indifferent, and now I am angry! I want to hear your crying, I want to hear your begging! I know you will be angry, but do you know that you, as a Jindan powerhouse, will also tremble!" Han Haohe said in a cold voice while choking his knife, and he slashed his knife to peel off the flesh and blood on the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man's screams were incessant, he could feel that the flesh on his arm had been stripped naked under the swing of hundreds of knives, and he could even clearly hear and feel the sound of the blade scraping against the bones of his hand. This is really through the bone marrow, hatred into the bones, he can feel Han Haohe's hatred, he is afraid, he is afraid. He felt that Han Haohe was really going to cut him with a thousand knives, but this was by no means just talking.

Luo Yuan sighed lightly, flicked his sleeves, and the mana fell gently, treating the injuries of the Han family's children who were still alive.

"Master of the house, slow down!" an old man who was trembling and dying slowly stepped forward and bowed to Han Haohe and spoke.

Han Haohe stopped the knife and looked at him in surprise, waiting for the next step.

"Master of the house, don't kill him, please give him some elixir to recover from his injuries. Cultivating him to the end of his life and locking him in a dungeon, we also want to remove his flesh so that he will not die a good death, but not today. The old man's eyes were full of tears, and his two grandchildren, in order to protect him, were beaten by the middle-aged man's bandit cultivators. Not even half of the bones remained, but he didn't have much to live, but he asked the white-haired man to send the black-haired man, which made him hateful. Thinking about his life, he was just a bookkeeper, and he had never even killed a chicken, but now he had to cut a person with a thousand knives. This hatred is really deep in the bone marrow!

"Well, according to your words, don't let him die so happily. Han Haohe nodded and spoke, the long knife in his hand was clenched, and it took a long time to put it away.

In the hall, the monks who were still alive all knelt down in front of Luo Yuan and the other Yuanying monks.

Luo Yuan coughed lightly: "Han Haohe, look at who I am, do you still recognize me?"

When Han Haohe heard this, he looked up respectfully, suddenly found this face, and immediately said excitedly: "Immortal Master, I have been separated for more than 80 years, and today I am saved by the Immortal Master." The grace of creation in the past dare not look at each other forever, and the grace of today's Han family continuation is also the same. There are also old-timers who have just made a move, this grace, as long as my Han family is alive for one day, as long as there are still heirs alive, I will not forget it!"

"Do you know who I am?" the old man Wan Zhu sighed lightly, looking at the descendants of the unknown generations below, and said melancholy.

When Han Haohe heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned: "Please forgive the seniors for their ignorance, the juniors don't know." ”

The old man Wanzhu couldn't help but look gloomy, presumably the current Han family, even his portrait is gone: "The old man is the ancestor you are waiting for, the old man Wanzhu, as for the name, it is too long." For more than 2,600 years, I have long forgotten my original name, and the world only knows me as Wanzhu. ”

"This ......" Everyone in the Han family was stunned for a while, unable to believe it. An ancestor who has lived for 2,600 years now appears in front of them, all this is like a myth and legend, so dreamy, so unreal.

Han Haohe looked at Luo Yuan, because he was not sure, but he absolutely believed in Luo Yuan. Even if the old man Wanzhu is really not his ancestor, as long as Luo Yuan says yes, then the old man Wanzhu will be his ancestor from now on.

"He is your ancestor, when you were on the reef island, you gave me a bamboo tube, and in that bamboo tube, the soul of the old ghost of ten thousand bamboos really lived. Now that he has achieved the Yuan Baby, turned into a puppet, and reappeared in the world again, your Han family will be brilliant again because of him, the ancestor. Luo Yuan spoke softly.

When Han Haohe heard this, he did not hesitate, and immediately kowtowed to the old man Wanzhu: "The descendants of the Han family will not be able to see the ancestor Han Haohe in the future, and today the Han family is affected by the disaster, and the descendants are incompetent. ”

For a while, everyone in the hall bowed, even the disciples of the other sects also bowed. That was the legendary Yuanying monk, and the vast majority of them had only seen the monks of the early stage of Jindan in their lives.