This moment.

Yun Zhonghe was controlled by the Huangquan Taboo. Facing the nine falling blades, he had no chance to dodge.

The Nine Blades of the Ancient Yellow Spring.

Han Haixiao's famous martial arts, with this slash, Yun Zhonghe was cut into not eight pieces, but nine pieces.

The Purgatory Yellow Springs Sword was once his companion in battles for many years, but it eventually fell into Yun Xiaotian's hands.

I didn't expect that he would pass this sword to Yun Zhonghe, a waste. Such a magical weapon cannot be used by everyone.

Han Haixiao lowered his head and glanced at the Purgatory Yellow Spring Knife in his hand, "Old buddy, you're back."

The Purgatory Yellow Springs Sword seemed to understand his words and let out an angry roar. Threads of blood-red air overflowed and wrapped around Han Haixiao's arm.

Just at this moment.

A roar came from deep inside the Yun Mansion, "How dare you, you daring lunatic, hurt someone from the Yun Mansion!"

As the voice fell, Yun Zhonghe had been torn into pieces under the sword light. It was so cruel that it was indescribable.

Han Haixiao looked forward intently, his eyes falling on the two old men, "Yun Xiaolong, it turns out you are the immortal old man."

Yun Xiaolong looked at Han Haixiao in astonishment, "It's you, you actually recovered."

Han Haixiao said: "Surprised or not? Unexpected or not."

Having said this, he paused and continued, "Isn't it time for you Yun Mansion to pay me back what you owe me?"

Yun Xiaolong narrowed his eyes and said in a fierce voice: "So what if you have recovered? In the past, the Yun Mansion could make you a cripple, and it can do the same today."

Han Haixiao said, "Let's be honest. Don't brag. If it weren't for the intervention of the Heavenly Academy, how could you, a bunch of rubbish, have hurt me?"

"Yes, as far as I know, the Heavenly Academy is no longer in the Ten Thousand Gods Region, and your Yun Mansion's backer is gone."

Yun Xiaolong said with disdain, "Without the Heavenly Academy, the Yun Mansion cannot be shaken by you. The strength of a mere God King is as weak as an ant."

"You are so arrogant. Aren't you afraid of biting your tongue?" Han Haixiao said in a deep voice, "Yun Xiaolong, you are getting cocky."

"Let Yun Xiaotian come out. Let's settle the grudge between us all at once!"

Yun Xiaolong stepped on the ground with both feet, like a mad dragon soaring into the sky, attacking Han Haixiao, "Why would the ancestor need to take action to kill you?"

Han Haixiao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the attacking Yun Xiaolong, "Half-step Divine Emperor, is he quite powerful?"

As the words fell, the aura on his figure soared wildly, and he actually stepped directly into the realm of the Divine Emperor, "Yellow Spring Tribulation!"

laugh.

The blood-red blade light was like a waning moon, splitting the sky and earth as it cut towards Yun Xiaolong.

boom.

boom.

The sound of the explosion spread, and Yun Xiaolong's figure flew backwards. Wherever he passed, the buildings of the Yun Mansion collapsed and turned into ruins in an instant.

The smoke and dust swept up and rushed straight into the sky.

Yun Xiaolong forced himself to stabilize his body, raised his head and looked towards Han Haixiao, "Huangquan Life and Death Skill."

Han Haixiao said: "Are you scared? This is just the beginning."

As he spoke, he opened his arms and soared into the air, "Yun Xiaotian, if you don't come out, you will never have to come out again."

The sound resounded through the sky, reverberating over the Yellow Springs City.

The next moment.

A strange scene happened.

Huangquan City was actually shaking and trembling, as if it could collapse a hundred feet at any time.

The top of the pavilion.

Ye Changsheng stood with a sword case on his back, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. His eyes fell on Han Haixiao, and a hint of doubt appeared on his cheeks.

What is he doing? Yun Xiaolong looked at Han Haixiao who was hanging in the air, "You are going to activate the Huangquan formation."

Han Haixiao said in a deep voice: "The Yellow Springs Formation, do you know the function of this formation?"

Yun Xiaolong said: "It's just an evil formation, used to devour the death energy of the dead and then take it for oneself."

At this point, he paused, and continued, "But it's a pity that the Master of the Heavenly Academy has already set up a great formation in Huangquan City. Your Huangquan formation is completely useless."

Han Haixiao said: "You are ignorant. The power of the Yellow Springs Formation is beyond your imagination."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vast and majestic death energy was like a huge wave swallowing the sky, covering the entire Huangquan City. Han Haixiao's rising figure appeared in the center of the formation.

Death energy began to flow into his body crazily. Yun Xiaolong said in a trembling voice: "You actually swallowed all the death energy into your body."

Han Haixiao was full of energy and said, "Yun Xiaolong, you may have forgotten what the second level of Huangquan Life and Death Art is."

Devour.

Yun Xiaolong was horrified. "The real purpose of your setting up the Yellow Springs Formation was to collect the aura of death. You also left the experience of the Yellow Springs Valley behind on purpose."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Han Haixiao laughed wildly, "Yun Xiaolong, you know it too late."

On the pavilion.

After hearing the conversation between the two, Ye Changsheng finally understood why when he first arrived at Huangquan City, Yan Chiyu said that the city was shrouded in the aura of death, but it did not harm the cultivators in the city.

It turned out that there was a formation within a formation, which was a large formation left behind by the Tianshu Academy, and it was resisting the devouring of the Huangquan formation.

Ye Changsheng was shocked, his eyes fell on Han Haixiao, "I knew that Old Han was not that simple, otherwise he would not be worthy of the name of Huangquan Patriarch."

"This old man is really good at hiding things!"

In the void, boundless death energy poured into Han Haixiao, and his cultivation began to soar wildly. Terrifying air waves burst out from his body, sweeping across the entire Huangquan City.

At this moment, watching Han Haixiao holding a knife and walking towards Yun Xiaolong, his realm changed with every step, it was so terrifying.

Ye Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself: "It has been planned for a thousand years, just for today, Old Han has completely stood up."

Han Haixiao's eyes fell on Yun Xiaolong, "Hand over the Yellow Spring Liquid, and I can give you a quick death."

Yun Xiaolong trembled, "You can forget about the Yellow Spring Liquid."

Han Haixiao looked back at the top of the pavilion and said, "Young Master, wait a minute. I will bloodbath the Yun Mansion and help you get the Yellow Spring Liquid."

Ye Changsheng said: "Don't worry, you go ahead and do your work."

Yun Xiaolong looked in the direction of the voice and his eyes fell on Ye Changsheng. "It's you. Why are you helping him recover?"

Ye Changsheng said: "I am willing, do you have any objection?"

Yun Xiaolong added: "I know you. You are the remnant of the God and Demon Clan - Ye Changsheng. You are the scourge. Do you know that Han Haixiao is an unforgivable demon?"

At this point, he paused, his face full of disgust, "I forgot that you are birds of a feather."

Ye Changsheng's face turned extremely ugly when he heard that. In the air, Han Haixiao angrily said, "You old bastard, were you the one who contradicted the young master?"

"You have to let me stab you!"

laugh.

The knife arrived.

The invincible sword force split Yun Xiaolong's figure into two.

Killing without shedding blood, drawing the sword only makes a sound of wind.

Ye Changsheng looked at the sword light that dissipated into the air and said, "The sword technique is good. One strike can bring the sword's power to its extreme. Without thousands of times of tempering, it is impossible to have such a domineering sword technique!"

While he was talking, Han Haixiao had already rushed into the Yun Mansion. Wherever he passed, blood flowed like pillars, and the people of the Yun Mansion fell in a pool of blood one by one. Ye Changsheng could see that when Han Haixiao killed the people of the Yun Mansion, he was venting his anger crazily.

Been suppressed for too long.

Once it breaks out, it will surely move forward without stopping and go straight to the enemy's lair.