It’s not that easy to escape!

Mu Hanyan has even used up all her hidden skills, so how could she possibly let him escape? Even if the other party hasn't discovered the secret of her Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites move now, he might find clues after carefully recalling it later. She doesn't want to bring about a catastrophic disaster because of this.

"Eight Wastelands, Gods die!" Mu Hanyan shouted, and the Hanxiao Sword slashed out again.

Although the opponent was no match for her, his cultivation level was there, and it would be difficult for her to stop him if he wanted to escape. Moreover, the previous fire spear had already become exhausted after breaking through eleven earth shields.

Another fire spear flew into the air and merged with the previous fire spear, and its speed increased a bit.

"Ah..." Ou Pingxuan had just taken off into the air and was about to escape on the wind when he was pierced through the chest by a flaming spear and staggered to the ground.

Mu Hanyan's legs trembled slightly, and she nearly collapsed to the ground. With her current strength, performing Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites twice in such a short period of time was already pushing her to the limit, and even that was pushing her to the limit. All her spiritual energy was now completely depleted, and even a slight stinging pain spread through her mind.

The flaming spear pierced Ou Pingxuan's chest, and the flames on it were still burning fiercely, but he did not die immediately.

This is no wonder. He is a master of the tenth-level Divine Heart Priest. The power of his divine consciousness is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if his internal organs are destroyed, he can still use his powerful divine consciousness to guard his heart meridian.

He covered his chest and eyes, looking at Mu Hanyan with eyes full of grief and indignation. Suddenly, he thought of something and shouted sharply: "No, this is not just a magic. I understand, I understand, you are..."

Mu Hanyan's face changed. Perhaps others could not see through her secret of the Eight Desolate Gods' Fall, and perhaps the other party had not discovered it before, but now that the fire spear pierced her chest, how could she hide it from him? Obviously, the other party had guessed her origins.

Without letting him continue, Mu Hanyan swiftly stepped forward and stabbed her sword into the opponent's heart. Without spiritual power, without energy, and unable to use divine consciousness, she still had pure strength.

During this period, she also took the time to try to refine the dragon blood, and her strength increased a little. Although the power that this simple power could unleash could not be compared with divine arts or sword skills, it was not something Ou Pingxuan could resist at this time.

"Puff!" Ou Pingxuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and couldn't say anything else.

Mu Hanyan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she put more force into the sword in her hand, determined not to give him another chance to speak.

After all, except for Ling Baobao and Sikong Qinglan, others such as Shen Yuhe, Wen Gaoren and Gu Qingyang did not know her true identity. If they knew, she did not know what their attitude would be, and she could not kill them to silence them.

Blood flowed out from the sword, and Ou Pingxuan's face showed pain and despair. He also knew that he had discovered Mu Hanyan's secret, and the other party would never give him any chance to escape.

"Ah..." A sharp and crazy blood light flashed in Ou Pingxuan's eyes, and he suddenly let out a long roar towards the sky.

Three different lights, one red, one yellow, and one blue, emanated from him simultaneously. Mu Hanyan's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a strong sense of unease. Whenever there was a serious crisis, her intuition had never failed.