In the vortex, Han Xiaotian and Dead Language struggled to resist the powerful suction and violent energy impact.

Han Xiaotian's eyes focused, and he quickly circulated the internal energy in his body, trying to stabilize his body.

Dead Language was not to be outdone, and used his own unique skills. A powerful energy shot out from his hands, trying to break the shackles of the vortex.

The power of the vortex was too strong, and their efforts seemed to have little effect.

Chen Yang looked at the two people in trouble, and a faint light began to appear around his body, and the Seven Absolute Swords had already appeared.

Realizing that Chen Yang wanted to help, Han Xiaotian immediately scolded him: "No need!"

He has always been conceited, so how could he allow himself to be defeated by a Jindan realm cultivator? If Chen Yang helped, that would be nothing!

He shouted loudly, and the silver sword roared, and suddenly it shone brightly.

Ye Fan's heart trembled. The energy from the Nascent Soul cultivator was indeed powerful. He gritted his teeth and continued to input energy into the Lingyuan Explosive Qi Technique.

Han Xiaotian sneered, shook his body violently, and injected all his energy into the silver sword.

The small sword suddenly broke away from his hand, flew into the air, and suddenly stabbed towards Ye Fan's head.

The hair was flying all over the sky, and Ye Fan's meticulous bun was instantly messed up, like a madman.

He raised his head, staring at the small silver sword with his red eyes, not believing that it could pierce his explosive energy.

With a swish, the small silver sword pierced Ye Fan's head unhindered, and penetrated his head without any obstruction.

"Big Brother!" Zhang Ping shouted miserably, rushing over and hugging Ye Fan.

The violent energy around it quickly dissipated.

Ye Fan, who was hugged by Zhang Ping, had no change in his posture and expression except for a small silver sword stuck on his head. His red eyes were staring at the top of his head.

"You, you are so cruel!" Zhang Ping said gritting his teeth.

The three of them traveled thousands of miles from Dongming Country to the far north, and in an instant he was the only one left.

Tears blurred Zhang Ping's eyes, but he was not as furious as Ye Fan when facing Liu An's death, because he knew that he could not win and that taking action would only lead to his death.

Even if you don't take action, you will die.

He clenched his teeth tightly, closed his eyes, and stiffened his neck: "Kill me or chop me up, whatever you want!"

Begging for mercy is absolutely impossible!

Chen Yang glanced at Han Xiaotian, and the two immediately confirmed each other's thoughts.

Liu An moved Xue Qing, so he deserved to die. Ye Fan was relentless in wanting to kill Han Xiaotian, so it was understandable that he was killed by Han Xiaotian in return. But what about Zhang Ping?

Why kill him?

It's not like they like killing people.

They looked at each other silently, quietly stepped back a few steps, and then walked straight into the distance.

Zhang Ping heard footsteps but did not move. After a long time, the surroundings seemed to become quiet. Then he opened his eyes and saw that there were only the bodies of himself and his two companions.

He suddenly sat down on the ground, and Ye Fan, who was supported by him, also fell limply to the snow.

With a wow, he burst into tears, his heart filled with grief and despair.

Chen Yang brought Xue Qing and the little donkey, and Han Xiaotian was followed by Dead Language. The group kept walking forward. After walking for a long time, they saw an extremely wide river with a very thick layer of ice on the surface of the river.

On the opposite side of the river, amidst the clouds and mist, an extremely majestic snow-capped mountain is looming and standing quietly.

The breath Chen Yang felt became extremely strong, causing his heart to tremble.

"Is this the ancient ruins in the Bingpo Wasteland?" he asked.

Han Xiaotian nodded: "Yes, it's here."

The wind blew by my ears with a chill, and the icy breath rushed into my nose and directly penetrated into my lungs. The temperature here was lower than anywhere else in the north.

Chen Yang looked at Xue Qing, worried that her body could not resist. Seeing that her face was still a little rosy, he felt relieved.

However, the pale lips of Dead Words beside Han Xiaotian kept trembling.

"Just stay here and don't go over there." Han Xiaotian said.

"I, I'm fine." said Dead Language.

Han Xiaotian rolled his eyes: "You're shivering from the cold and you're still saying you're fine!"

As he spoke, he took out an extremely thin piece of black iron from his sleeve and handed it to Wangyu. Wangyu took it and put it in his mouth.

Chen Yang recognized it as the Mo Yin Talisman.

It is made of a special black substance with some special runes drawn on it. It can be put into the mouth to cover up one's breath.

"Brother Han, can you give me two slices?" Chen Yang asked.

He wanted to keep Xue Qing and Xiao Ling here as well.

However, Xue Qing immediately expressed her disagreement.

Everyone could see the look on Dead Language's face; she was different, and Xiao Ling was also fine.

They insisted on following Chen Yang, so Chen Yang had no choice but to agree.

Several people were about to step onto the ice when suddenly, a black shadow flashed, carrying a huge cloud of black smoke.

A tall man had landed in front of them.

The man was wearing a black robe, his hair was draped over his shoulders, and his eyes were long and narrow, like some kind of beast.

This image...

Chen Yang had seen a lot of this a hundred years ago. At that time, demonic cultivators were rampant, wandering around the alien continent, even doing evil and having repeated conflicts with righteous cultivators.

The Nether Valley is full of various magic cultivation techniques and demonic energy. The realm of the magic cultivators who practice there improves rapidly, and it is also the base camp of the Demon God.

After years of practicing in such a spooky place, the appearance of a normal person will gradually change, their limbs will become longer, and their looks will mutate. Demon cultivators of a certain level will look almost the same.

This person is indeed a Heavenly Demon Lord.

Speaking of which, I haven’t seen the Heavenly Demon Lord for many years. Is there any sign of the demon cultivators making a comeback?

Just as Chen Yang was thinking, the demon attacked Han Xiaotian with a heart-piercing move. Han Xiaotian was so surprised that he didn't have time to dodge.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by, and the demon cultivator's hand directly pierced through the body.

"Old Wang!" Han Xiaotian shouted, and saw Wang Yu lying on him with blood all over his mouth and face.

This scene was so sudden that even Chen Yang's eyes widened.

When the demon cultivator saw that his target was not dead, he suddenly raised another huge black hand and reached directly for Han Xiaotian's heart.

"Sword come!" Chen Yang shouted, with the Seven Deadly Swords in his hand. He thrust the sword forward suddenly, and the tip of the sword pierced directly into the arm of the demon cultivator.

Swish! The robe was torn open, and the arm was also cut.

The demon cultivator didn't care about Chen Yang or the sword in Chen Yang's hand at first, but at the moment he was stabbed, he suddenly lowered his head, as if he couldn't believe that the sword would cut him. Then he looked up at the sword, his expression becoming extremely terrified.

This fright seemed to be of great significance. The demon cultivator's long body suddenly flew up, followed by a lot of black smoke and dust floating up. His figure disappeared, and the black smoke also dissipated.