A tearing sound came from the air.
The dense knots, intertwined and interlocked, formed a spider web of countless threads, heading straight for Han Qianfan.
Han Qianfan flew towards the direction without knots, but every time he was about to break through the encirclement, new knots would re-form into a large net, covering the gaps.
The rope was completely enveloped from all 360 degrees, and the purple-gold lightning power attached to the knot contained immense pressure, closing in on Han Qianfan.
Han Qianfan swung the Thousand Bone Blade again, slashing forward in an attempt to break through the heavily guarded magical artifact and create a way out for himself.
The gleaming blade clashed against the rough hemp rope.
The rope remained intact; instead, the electric current in the knot flowed along the blade towards Han Qianfan's arm.
Han Qianfan's arm instantly turned red, and intense pain assaulted his brain and consciousness.
After the explosive pain, there was no aftertaste; it was an immediate zombie-like pain.
Han Qianfan took out the black leg bone and struck it hard against his right shoulder joint.
The sound of the right arm breaking was like a crisp cannon shot; with just one sound, it fell "crack" from the place where it had grown for thousands of years.
Han Qianfan decisively discarded the Ten Thousand Bone Blade, along with his own arm.
The ropes clung to and entangled the severed arm and the Bone-Piercing Blade, and once they had a target, they stopped hunting down the prey mixed in with them.
Apart from the parts that were wrapped around the severed arm and the Ten Thousand Bone Blade, the rest of the knots were loose and dangling around Han Qianfan, giving him a lot of freedom.
"As expected, the cunning of the human race is all reflected in their sneak attacks." The red in Han Qianfan's eyes deepened, and his killing intent spread like black flames in his eyes.
"Are the demons such sore losers?" Jiang Qingwan's voice came from behind Han Qianfan.
Ye Qi held a handful of yellow soil, blankly following the direction of the sound.
When he saw Jiang Qingwan standing in mid-air, he excitedly raised the yellow soil in his hand, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, both happy and surprised.
"You're not dead! That's wonderful!" Ye Qi's voice was filled with excitement, but also with an uncontrollable sob.
Jiang Qingwan looked at Ye Qi, who was filled with mixed emotions of joy and sorrow, and hesitated to speak.
The decision was made on a whim, and I didn't have time to tell anyone.
The failure of the Bewitching Incense put him in a passive position.
Unable to distinguish whether the Falling Cloud God is real or fake, friend or foe.
Whether or not to use the Demon-Binding Rope is a difficult decision.
However, after the fierce battle just now, even if I absorbed the demonic crystal and possessed all the spiritual power of the spiritual spring, I would still be able to survive.
She still couldn't compete with Han Qianfan, whose magic power had been enhanced by the Enchanting Incense.
How can we even talk about defeating Han Qianfan?
They had no choice but to risk trying, using the Demon-Binding Rope whose effects were unknown.
However, the Demon-Binding Rope, as a special artifact, has a complicated method of use.
Using it directly might result in Han Qianfan escaping and disappearing before the rope can catch up with him.
This renders it useless, unable to trap any demons, and directly renders a trump card for dealing with extraterrestrial demons useless.
To be on the safe side, she needs to throw down a magic-binding rope thread from each of the eight directions: Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.
The threads of the Demon-Binding Rope are interconnected, allowing them to weave together from any direction or corner, creating a net that leaves Han Qianfan with nowhere to escape.
The plan exists, but its implementation is like a pipe dream.
Jiang Qingwan and Han Qianfan were locked in a standoff, swords drawn in mid-air.
Unable to move an inch, and finding no opportunity to use the Demon-Binding Rope.
Fortunately, the demon race has always been arrogant.
Han Qianfan attacked Jiang Qingwan and Ye Qi simultaneously, giving her an opportunity to use Nuwa Soil to replace herself.
The moment Han Qianfan pulled out the black leg bone, Nuwa clay instantly took shape.
Nuwa clay can be molded into all things, making it an excellent material for the cicada to shed its shell.
The sculpted creature is a lifelike puppet that can move and talk, has simple logic, can be given commands, and carries one-tenth of the power of the object being sculpted.
The inanimate objects are reproduced one-to-one, except that they cannot generate a spirit. Because of this, there is no need for disguises such as movement or expression, and the object's original strength can be reproduced at fifty percent.
The only drawback of Nuwa Soil is that it is too much of a legend.
Legend has it that Jiang Qingwan thought it was a mythical object, but she never expected that she actually possessed a rare treasure.
Fortunately, she and Jin Yaojian were connected by mind, and Jin Yaojian understood Jiang Qingwan's difficulties and reminded her in time.
Jin Yaojian: "There is a treasure in the Void Sword Tomb that can create puppets. You can take this opportunity to set up an array."
Jiang Qingwan felt that there was always a way out, and she quickly communicated with Jin Yaojian.
It turns out that in the Void Sword Tomb within the Jade Bracelet Space, all the land into which the sword was inserted was transformed from Nuwa's soil.
Nuwa clay, with its ability to mold all things, is destined to possess various remarkable properties.
Its second attribute is its extremely high ductility, which allows it to carry everything.
The sword energy of a single sword can flatten a mountain.
There are dozens of swords in the Void Sword Tomb.
If the sword has nowhere to be placed, its rampaging sword energy will surely damage the internal environment of the space.
It was definitely not the tranquil, still, and windless environment that Jiang Qingwan experienced when she first stepped into the space.
However, the situation was urgent, and the Nuwa Soil from the Void Sword Tomb had to be used.
All the swords have lost their storage containers, and the space is destined to be unable to remain as it was.
As for how badly it was damaged by the sword energy, Jiang Qingwan had no time to care.
A ruined home is better than death and the end of one's life!
After quickly analyzing the pros and cons in her mind, Jiang Qingwan ordered the spirit of the Golden Radiance Sword to return to the jade bracelet space.
Take out the land from the Void Sword Tomb and transform it into the initial form of Nuwa Soil.
Taking advantage of Han Qianfan's distraction, they decisively pulled off a substitution.
Using the puppet sculpted from Nuwa's clay, they engaged in a fierce stalemate with Han Qianfan, buying time for their true form.
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