Taishang Minghuang sneered.
"The Han family calls itself a wealthy family, and carries on such a glamorous airs and does some secretive things. It really disgusts me!"
She waved the Zhen Yuan Liang Yi Wanxiang Fan in her hand and struck one place fiercely.
That place was extremely secretive. It was obscured by the Eight Trigrams formations of the Eight Sons of the Han family, making it difficult to detect. But when the strong wind containing terrifying magic power fell on that place, a figure was immediately seen escaping from it.
The expressions of the eight Mahayana men were gloomy. As expected by the young master, all of the Taishang clan were thorny hedgehogs, and they were difficult to deal with.
Not to mention that the eight of them in the late Mahayana stage surrounded and killed three people and never gained the upper hand, but they could not use the Bagua formation to cover up the aura of the ninth person. This Taishang clan was too powerful.
If it weren't for the special bloodline of this clan, it would be extremely difficult to conceive with the source fruit. Otherwise, with their lush branches and leaves, they would surely dominate the heavens one day.
The ninth person finally appeared, with a condensed expression. He was a man in his twenties or thirties, holding a short blade of cold light, with a layer of nine-color halo floating on it. Knowing that there is poison attached to it.
The alchemist can refine elixirs to assist in cultivation, and he can also refine poisonous elixirs that can overcome spiritual objects and achieve extraordinary results. Such powerful beings can even die suddenly on the spot even if they are in the Immortal Realm.
Taishang Minghuang's eyes showed a bit of fear and coldness. The toxin looked a bit extraordinary and he had to guard against it.
The ninth person's name was Han Cheng, and his Taoist name was Qing Chao. He looked at Taishang Minghuang, and was almost injured by the powerful wind of magic that he had just wielded, causing murderous intent to flash in his eyes.
When he was revealed to be hiding his true identity, he responded to her previous question with a smile.
"After all, the Taishang clan are all people with outstanding talents and the most powerful fighting force in the world. Although we, the nine sons of the Han family, are all in the late stage of Mahayana, we are really not confident against you."
Qing Chao did not defend himself or the Han family, but he talked about the ambush plan in a frank and upright manner, as if the poison on the short blade did not exist and such insidious methods were not his fault. .
Taishang Minghuang retorted.
"You will resort to any means before you achieve your goal, and you will resort to clandestine means when you know you can't defeat them. You still behave like this. This is the style of your Han family."
When she spoke, she was converging with Taishang Mingchuan and Taishang Mingqiu, and they formed a three-talent formation to deal with the possible methods of these nine people.
At the same time, Taishang Minghuang was also secretly thinking in his heart, did the Han family use some strange means to capture their traces?
Or was one of the three of them accidentally tricked, and what mark was left on him that could be traced?
But that's not the key at this moment. Let's first repel the nine people who surrounded him.
Her dojo suddenly opened, and all the true spirits of the Taoist scriptures of the spirit and demon paths inside were manifested. They were two fishes, the black carp with white eyes, and the white carp with black eyes. It actually had an extraordinary atmosphere of testing yin and yang with the spirit and demon paths. .
The ninth son of the Han family couldn't help but feel fearful, and when he felt the sudden surge of aura on her body, a dense chill came from the bottom of his heart.
This woman from the Taishang clan is probably only a little over two years old. She is over a hundred years old, but she has already achieved such cultivation. She is afraid that she will be promoted to the heavenly realm of Yuhuaxian in less than half a year.
At this time, the two Dao carp in Taishang Minghuang's dojo actually turned into two long swords, one black and one white, and came towards them to kill them.
However, Qing Chao smiled strangely, and the other eight members of the Han family used their Taoist magic to temporarily fight with the two long swords. They flew around and entangled Taishang Mingchuan and Taishang Mingqiu, giving Qing Chao a chance to win. A moment.
He cut the palm of his hand with the short blade in his hand, and a large amount of blood immediately flowed, and all of it was absorbed by the short blade.
The originally pitch-black blade suddenly broke away from the pitch-black color as if paint was peeling off, revealing its true appearance. The blade was snow-white, engraved with dense and obscure runes, and appeared scarlet.
The white against the red is like a bright red plum blossom in the frost and snow, which is particularly obvious.
As a Mahayana monk, Qing Chao had plenty of longevity and extremely strong vitality, but his strong body shriveled up quickly and his aura gradually withered due to the blade eating up his blood.
The knife seemed somewhat holy, but it had an evil nature to it.
But his eyes were full of malice and he smiled.
"Young Master has no plans left, and he also expected that you are not simple. This treasure was given by him, and it is enough to kill the Immortal Realm. How are you going to resist?"
Taishang Minghuang has a secret treasure bestowed by the Taishang clan, but as long as he is even slightly injured by the short blade, the blood evil in it can invade his body, causing his cultivation to solidify and making it difficult for his magic power to function.
After all, there are eight of them here. How can they resist the three in front of them without their strongest combat power? !
Taishang Minghuang sensed the stench and poison brewing on the short blade, and the alarm bell rang in his heart, and he must not call it close.
Just as he was about to activate the talisman given by his ancestor, he felt a terrifying aura coming to this place.
The world between heaven and earth turned into darkness in an instant. This was because the cultivators used their dojo to cover up the celestial phenomena.
The cultivators' eyesight was astonishing. Regardless of whether it was night or day, the nine members of the Han family clearly saw a demon statue born in the void.
With six arms and three heads, it is thirty or forty feet tall!
Among the three poems, one is fierce, one is compassionate, and the other is indifferent.
And the six hands were holding a silver-white spear, a jet-black ink sword, a bronze long stick, a meteor sledgehammer, a dragon whisker hook, and a three-pointed steel fork.
A terrifying demonic power bloomed on it, intimidating the entire audience!
A deep roar erupted from the mouth of the fierce leader. Except for the three Supreme Beings, the nine sons of the Han family were all shocked, and fell into confusion and horror for a moment.
Taishang Minghuang and the other three laughed.
This is the illusory spirit of the demonic scriptures practiced by their eldest brother, Taishang Mingxiao.
This dark night is his dojo!
The figure of a man wearing silver robes exactly like theirs appeared.
He has handsome facial features, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He is not like the immortal spirit of ordinary cultivators. He is free and easy. The temperament of Taishang Mingxiao is more like that of the God of War general in a mortal dynasty. He has an astonishing evil spirit lingering around him, but he is looking at his own family. The eyes of the younger siblings were slightly soft.
Taishang Mingxiao nodded towards Taishang Minghuang.
"Third sister, please take them out first and leave this place to me alone."
Taishang Minghuang naturally responded.
And he looked at the nine people whose hearts and souls were captured by the magical power of the demon statue, and he had some thoughts in his heart.
The Han family is indeed a big family and can be said to be prosperous. Although it is difficult for cultivators to have children, there are always more ways than difficulties. Although the cultivation of the nine people in front of them are all in the late Mahayana stage, there is a sense of emptiness. I don't know. It was the Han family who used some method.
Han didn't seem to understand the truth. The world of immortality was not ordinary. It was not a lie to say that one person could stop millions of followers.
He stretched out his hand and pressed down, his brows furrowed sharply, and he recited the mantra: "The God-Slaying Technique."
"All births and annihilations!"
(End of chapter)
