puff!
The moment the silver sword energy touched the Nine Netherworld Fire Fan, it collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a pool of silver liquid that splashed outwards.
"What? That's impossible!"
Han Ling'er stared in disbelief, her eyes wide open.
She's at the second level of the Saint Realm!
The mysterious white-robed woman before me is probably only at the half-step Saint Realm. How could she possibly pulverize my sword energy with a single blow?!
wrong!
Something's wrong with the fan in the white-robed man's hand!
Nothing is impossible.
Tuoba Yan Yan uttered a sentence indifferently, then waved her arm, and the Nine Netherworld Fire Fan was unleashed once again.
Snap snap snap...
The Nine Netherworld Fire Fan transformed into nine fire dragons, roaring as it charged towards Han Ling'er.
Han Ling'er quickly unleashed a defensive move.
Rumble!
The nine fire dragons collided with the black mist emanating from her body.
"ah!!!"
Han Ling'er let out a shrill scream. Her black clothes were burned away by the flames, revealing her fair skin. Under the scorching of the Netherworld Fire, she screamed shrilly. Her whole body turned black and her skin gradually melted away.
Watching her skin being burned away, Han Ling'er burst into tears. She panicked and hurriedly used the Eight-Nine Arcane Technique to resist the erosion of the Nine Netherworld Fire.
However, her defensive moves were no match for the power of the Netherworld Fire. In the blink of an eye, they were completely burned away, and her skin was scalded with bloody wounds, a shocking sight.
Seeing this, all the members of the Han family were shocked.
They simply couldn't understand how a mysterious woman in white robes could possess such terrifying strength!
Han Ling'er was in unbearable pain.
Not only was her skin burned to ashes, but even her dantian was scorched by the Netherworld Fire.
This scene made her burst into tears.
Is she, the peerless saintess of the Han family thousands of years ago, going to be forced into such a situation by a woman?
!
no!
She can't just sit here and wait to die!
Han Ling'er's eyes were filled with madness as she rapidly formed hand seals.
"Demon Seal!"
boom!
As soon as she finished speaking, black runes shot out from her fingertips, transforming into a large, dark net that enveloped her.
"Collect it!"
Han Ling'er shouted and formed a hand seal, and the pitch-black net suddenly swept towards Tuoba Yan Yan.
The large, dark net, several meters long, completely enveloped Tuoba Yan Yan.
However, the next second, something happened that left everyone in the Han family dumbfounded.
The pitch-black net was burned to ashes by the Netherworld Fire, yet Tuoba Yan Yan remained standing, completely unharmed.
Beside her, the fiery red Netherworld Flame continued to rage wildly, ravaging everything around it.
Of course, they didn't know that this was a divine artifact that Tuoba Ghost Emperor had spent thousands of years refining with his own blood essence and the Nine Netherworld Ghost Fire, which was said to burn everything!
Han Ling'er's eyes were filled with shock.
No wonder her cultivation was sealed; it was because of this divine artifact!
She was unwilling to accept it.
She would never allow anyone to be better than her!
At this moment, Tuoba Yan Yan held a piece of ancient and weathered yellow paper in her hand.
She took the yellow paper, flicked her wrist, and the paper turned into a streak of light, flying towards Han Ling'er and binding her tightly.
"This...this is..."
Han Ling'er's pupils suddenly contracted, her face filled with horror.
This piece of yellow paper exudes an ancient and desolate feel.
It was covered with many ancient patterns, which seemed to be alive, slowly wriggling, and looked extremely eerie.
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