"Sword, come!"
Han Yijian, possessing an unparalleled sword body and having fused with the power of his ancestor Han Tiandao, along with the blessing of the Han family's Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and the help of the Xu family, has already reached the sixth level of the Saint Realm.
Even Xu Xiwang wouldn't dare to confront him head-on, because his opponent had already grasped the true meaning of swordsmanship and touched the sword domain.
With a clang, a broken sword was drawn and swung by Han Yijian, cleaving it in two.
Everyone was horrified. This was far too powerful. He had killed a skeleton with his bare hands. This was an extraordinary sword prodigy.
Even the imperial prince Xu Xingchen glanced at him a couple more times, revealing a hint of surprise.
"Retreat quickly!"
Han Yijian's expression suddenly changed.
With a continuous hissing sound, one after another, pitch-black chains appeared, like iron chains, quickly wrapping around the three people.
These are all transformed corpses, carrying a strong sense of resentment, which is terrifying.
"Bang!"
Xu Xiwang stretched out his right hand and slammed it down, breaking the broken section of the road and tearing off a piece of pitch-black stone.
After careful observation, he revealed a solemn expression and said, "Someone is controlling these corpses and chains. What a sinister control technique!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was horrified. How terrifying! It was just a secret technique that could control corpses, making them move freely and even turning them into terrifying killing machines.
“I’ve heard that there’s a special demonic cult technique that can do this, using secret treasures to refine the souls and corpses of many living beings as materials to set up various killing traps,” Xu Xingchen said.
Xu Xiwang remained silent. He knew that there were likely powerful figures from an extraterrestrial cult hidden here, otherwise why would there be so many corpses?
My strength is still too low. Although my combat power is no weaker than the seventh level of the Saint Realm, due to my special physique, it is too difficult to break through the realm. It requires a lot of energy to support it. My current realm is only the third level of the Saint Realm.
Xu Xingchen, the Emperor Star who was born just over a month ago, is already at the eighth level of the Saint Realm, and his true combat strength is comparable to that of a half-step Saint Emperor!
Even Han Yijian, who was almost devoured by his ancestor, became much stronger in actual combat after merging with his ancestor's power and cultivation insights!
"Hmm? A powerful figure from China is calling for help in the West!"
Han Yijian suddenly looked at
Northwest.
His heart trembled, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately rushed over there.
With a "whoosh," Xu Xingchen and Xu Xiwang also disappeared.
"ah……"
Screams rang out, blood splattered, and a bloody battle was taking place.
"Cough cough..."
A beautiful woman in a red robe, with fair skin and a pretty face, was breathing heavily, her face was deathly pale, and a few drops of bright red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
She was seriously injured; her left rib was pierced by a spear that had pierced through her body and nearly killed her.
"Enchantress, we are outnumbered! Quickly, go and call for reinforcements..."
An Eastern Saint Realm expert urged anxiously, but before he could finish speaking, he was pierced through by a single blow.
"Haha, you little vixen, you can't escape! Surrender obediently! Become my Daoist partner! I will bestow upon you unparalleled opportunities!"
Someone was chasing after her, and runes flashed one after another, turning into beams of light to bombard the demoness and try to seal her away completely.
This was a tall and robust man, carrying a purple-gold battle halberd. His whole body radiated light, and every inch of his muscles was covered with runes, making him look like a golden furnace, terrifying beyond measure.
This is the Holy Son of the Wuding Divine Palace. He is a powerful expert at the seventh level of the Saint Realm. He is looking for opportunities in this ancient city, and now he has encountered the demoness and wants to possess her body.
The enchantress cried out, flames erupting from her entire body, one crimson divine flame after another shooting into the sky, burning the surrounding land.
"Hmph, a mere ball of fire spirit dares to compete with me for glory?! This holy son will seize you and use you as a plaything in my bed, and drain you dry!"
The Holy Son of No Destiny roared, and dozens of runes, all densely packed and clanging, swirled around him, transforming into cages that imprisoned her.
The demoness cursed, "How come this extraterrestrial force looks like a bunch of lecherous thieves?"
She struggled desperately to break free of her restraints.
"Hehehe, the more you resist, the more excited I get. I will torture you severely, making you unable to stop, and eventually turning you into my plaything."
The Holy Son of the Wuding Divine Palace laughed strangely.
"asshole!"
The enchantress rebuked him angrily, her pretty face flushed red with shame and indignation.
She was a peerless genius of Earth, possessing a captivating physique and a sacred artifact. When had she ever suffered such humiliation? Before the arrival of the extraterrestrial powerhouses, she was already one of the strongest, and no one dared to mess with her. Those who did were all dead.
However, after the arrival of the powerful beings from beyond the heavens, her strength began to appear insignificant, and she encountered a great calamity, fleeing in panic.
As a result, she encountered this lecherous thief who wanted to possess her body!
At this moment, the Holy Son of Wuding grinned and summoned an ancient artifact, which he hung above his head, from which thousands of runes fell, suppressing the demoness's body.
"Heh heh, you think you can run away? Run away? They all like treasures, but I'm different. I like different beauties, playing with them and turning them into collectibles!"
With that, he waved his hand, and countless young girls in their prime, resembling human pigs, appeared, their clothes torn, revealing their fair arms and pink necks, their faces covered in tears.
These were all young girls who were alive, but had long ago been cruelly turned into human pigs and puppets by the Holy Son of No Destiny, becoming his servants, ready to offer up their purest primordial yin at any time.
Countless years have passed, and they have endured immense pain and torment, unable to live or die.
"Waaaaah..."
These girls wailed pitifully, their eyes filled with hatred and resentment.
"Hehe, little beauty, you'll soon be one of my collections too!"
The Unpredictable Holy Son grabbed at the Demoness.
However, at that moment, a sword beam flew from afar, slicing his palm open with a soft thud, sending blood raining down and staining the ground red.
"who!"
The Holy Son of Wuding was greatly alarmed. He turned around and looked in the direction from which the sword light had come, and his expression immediately showed surprise.
A young man in white robes arrived, surrounded by countless divine swords that rang out and released a chilling aura, resembling a peerless divine sword lying horizontally.
"Who dares to ruin this Holy Son's plans!"
The Holy Son of No Destiny roared, his eyes flashing with cold light as he stared at the boy. He was furious that someone had come to ruin his plans at such a crucial moment.
The young man was handsome, but his face was pale, a trace of blood flowed between his eyebrows, and there was blood on his chest, indicating that he had suffered severe internal injuries.
"roll!"
Han Yijian spoke coldly.
As he uttered the word, countless sword beams danced in the sky, slashing towards the Uncertain Holy Son.
This enraged the Holy Son of No Destiny. How could he, a dignified Holy Son, be reprimanded in public?
Who do you think you are?
He roared and threw a punch at Han Yijian. This time, he used all his strength and the punch shattered the void. The intense fist energy illuminated the entire ancient city.
"puff!"
Sword beams flashed, but Han Yijian's figure mysteriously vanished.
The Holy Son of No Fixedness was surprised. He clearly sensed Han Yijian's presence, but the other party had disappeared.
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