This little baby········· It's too ruthless. I didn't expect to have such a hand. The old man reluctantly stood up, looking at the other party's almost unscathed body, not believing it at all. After years of physical cultivation, he lost to such a thin body on the other side?

Han Liang didn't continue to attack the old man Qingming, but just squatted down and carefully looked at the Gu worms on the ground who still had a breath left. This bug······ Han Liang stretched out his hand and turned the insect over in front of the stunned face of the old man Qingming.

This is poisonous! The mood of the Qingming old man at this moment is really indescribable.

But his brain is very clear, and this is the best time to attack the cold!

A short, sharp dagger slipped from his sleeve to the palm of the old man, and with lightning speed, the turquoise poisonous dagger hit the cold brain.

Ding·······

The moment the dagger stabbed into the cold body, there was the sound of metal colliding.

Old Fellow··········· Han Liang didn't raise his head, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

"Boom!"

This time, the old man's hair was blown straight by the thunder and lightning, and the aftermath of the purple thunder also affected many disciples of the Sanqing Sect.

There was a faint anger in the heart of the old man Qingming, when did such a rebellious talent appear in the Ten Thousand Souls Continent? And why didn't that group of people come to help him?

Looking at it, the Sanqing Sect was obviously in a weak position, and many elders died tragically at the hands of a fat monk.

Elder Qiankun looked at the handsome young man on the mountain, and his heart was also very pleased.

"Surrender?" Han Liang looked at the old man and asked.

The old man of Qingming looked around the battlefield without love, and the roots of his teeth itched. "Who the hell are you, why do you want to help Kong Wuzong?"

Han Liang showed a very gentle smile: "Stupid, I am a disciple of Kong Wuzong, of course I want to help Kong Wuzong." ”

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the old man's head bloomed with pink flowers.

The crowd below gasped, and the ancestors were all dead?!

In an instant, all the people of the Sanqing Sect lost their will to fight. The disciples of Kong Wuzong took advantage of the victory to pursue.

But······ Han Liang looked at the corpse of the old man Qingming, and always felt a little strange in his heart.

An ancestor of a sect, just this means and strength?

Moreover, he seems to be the strongest person in the entire Ten Thousand Souls Continent except for the cold.

Living as an old goblin, this is the means? impossible.

The cold pupils shrank, and he instantly avoided the rear. The spirit of the old man escaped from his body quickly.

Want to be reborn, this old monster? Han Liang's face sank, and he chased after him. Grabbed the soul of the old man Qingming.

"Young man, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot·······" The old man's voice trembled.

Han Liang suddenly had an urge to laugh, is this to know him with emotion and reason?

"What if you become a Buddha?" Han Liang asked rhetorically.

"This ······" The old man was speechless for a while, and his instinct to survive made him continue to talk nonsense.

At this time, the blue light of the ancient ring on Han Liang's hand flashed, and the spirit of the Qingming old man disappeared in an instant.

"Huh?"

"You, you··········· What's wrong with the old man?!" The panicked voice of the old man came from the cold ancient ring.

Han Liang raised his hand, looked at the ancient ring on his finger, and muttered, "I wonder if I can devour this old guy too?"

"What?!, you want to devour me?" the old man screamed.

"Could it be that you are a descendant of the Soul Eater Clan?!" Old Man Qingming was stunned for a long time before he said his guess.

What is a Soul Eater? Han Liang said he didn't understand, but just tapped the ring: "Listen, I don't know how to use this ring. Don't bother me. ”

The old man was silent immediately.

Although Long Aotian is gone, he still likes to wear this ring, not out of habit, but out of nostalgia. I have to admit that he really treats Long Aotian as a family member.

The coldness that was immersed in the memories was interrupted by the cheers below.

Kong Wuzong won, but Han Liang still couldn't be happy, and he still didn't feel solid in his heart. His instincts told him that something bad was going to happen.

Ignoring the crowd of people who had shown him admiration and admiration, Coldness shut himself in the room.

Descendant of the Soul Eater?'s cold mind gradually recalled memories of the Soul Eater, though he didn't know where these memories came from.

The Soul Eater has the ability to devour other people's souls to strengthen themselves, and has a brutal and bloodthirsty temperament. Because of its ability, it can be said that it threatens other races, so it is united to exterminate it······· Moreover, if the Soul Eater devours the opponent's Divine Soul, its Divine Soul Realm is much higher than its own, then the Soul Eater will explode because it can't bear it.

This can also explain why after devouring Long Aotian, there was that terrible feeling of swelling in his body.

Han Liang looked at the ancient ring in his palm, how did he devour Long Aotian's divine soul in the first place? I don't know what good it would be for him to devour this old guy's divine soul

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The old man Qingming trembled a few times with fright from his cold and empty gaze. This guy seems to be really thinking about how to devour himself······

"If only Long Aotian were here. Coldness muttered to himself and sighed softly.

Who is Long Aotian? Qingming glanced at Han Liang.

The cold turned into a big character and lay on the bed, and his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell asleep.

And the other side········

"It's almost dark, why hasn't that guy come yet?" Yuan Ming squatted at the entrance of the cave, looking at the red fiery clouds.

"Huh, Senior Brother Yuan, why haven't you returned to the sect yet?" a passing disciple of the Kong Wu Sect saw Yuan Ming and asked curiously.

"I'm waiting for the cold, do you see the cold?" asked Yuan Ming.

"Senior Brother Han, he defeated the ancestor of the Sanqing Sect and returned to the sect. The disciple of Kong Wuzong replied.

"This cold!" Yuan Ming said indignantly, helping Nie Tingting out. The two of them carried Nie Yanting back to the sect.

And when Nie Yanting learned that the entire army of the Sanqing Sect had been annihilated, he was very excited and overly excited. For this reason, Yuan Ming had to knock him unconscious, and then the two of them carried him back to the sect.

In the main hall, all the elders gathered for a celebratory meeting.

And Elder Qiankun has become the object of everyone's clinging without exception.

"Where's the cold?" asked Elder Qiankun.

"He's back in the room, and he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, so don't bother him. Elder Qiankun said lightly.

Everyone's interest was swept away, and Huo Hongru quietly left this place.

In the distance, there were two dark shadows under a giant tree.

"He's just cold? It's funny······"