Lu Chaoyan squinted at him and withdrew her sword. She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "This evil thing is covered in blood but is still beautiful... Hanzhou, you can't be soft-hearted just because this evil thing looks a little like Junior Sister, right? Junior Sister has been dead for so many years. If she really finds out that this evil thing looks like her, she will definitely be disgusted and come over to beat and scold you."

Sang Ling couldn't help but open her eyes wide with disdain, looking coldly at Lu Chaoyan. She wasn't a good person either, always calling her an evil creature.

She pulled herself out, used the excuse of testing Xie Hanzhou, and turned around to trample on the dead person again. Tsk, tsk, tsk. How vicious.

However, Xie Hanzhou was very calm. Sure enough, beauty was in the eye of the beholder.

After all

The next second, the cold voice of Xie Hanzhou melted a little, and he said patiently, "I won't be soft-hearted. Evil creatures deserve to be killed."

No one knew what they were talking about, Xie Hanzhou was led to say a lot of things, with numerous vivid emotions appearing on his face one after another.

Lu Chaoyan's lips curled up, and she walked towards Xie Hanzhou. With a gentle shake, the dirty blood slid off from the blood-stained jade sword, revealing its pure and flawless appearance. "I knew Hanzhou would protect me wholeheartedly. You are truly hate demonic cultivators like this evil thing. It's a pity that Lin Ling, our junior sister, passed away early and couldn't accompany us on the journey to eliminate evil and cultivate our skills."

Xie Hanzhou was standing in front of her, his eyes focused and his figure as proud as a sword. He appeared ancient, cold, and powerful, but when he heard the word "junior sister", he slowly frowned. "She's vicious by nature. She's different from you. Don't mention her again. I don't like her."

Lin Ling? It seemed that Xie Hanzhou held quite a grudge against her in his heart.

As the sharp, piercing pain spread through Sang Ling's limbs and meridians like stinging worm, her mind wandered aimlessly. Gradually, a hazy mist of blood clouded her vision.

As per the puppet's design, if the master died, then the Qiansi would break, and the puppet becomes autonomous.

The Witchcraft Cultivator was already dead, and now there was only...

In a daze, Sang Ling felt the cold sword light rushing to her heart. In an instant, it was about to penetrate the borax in her chest and destroy the human soul hidden in her borax.

"Immortal Lord, I beg you, don't kill me, don't! I haven't eaten the food, you promised me that you would buy me food. I don't want to be a starving ghost, I don't want..." Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent because of fear or excessive blood loss. Her lips were small which opened and closed, but she couldn't say a complete sentence to beg for mercy.

Xie Hanzhou glanced at her emotionlessly. "I've already thrown it away."

Sang Ling broke out in a cold sweat, and her back was trembling. However, she also found that the thousand-pound talisman that Lu Chaoyan had thrown at her earlier was losing its effect. It seemed that it was just a temporary spell.

So she made an incantation gesture of casting, never giving up and preparing for the last blow.

The sword edge attacked, but the incantation hadn't been completed yet.

In an instant, there was a sudden flash of red light on the ground, and countless blood words and runes emerged from the soil and connected into an array according to a strange rule.

Sang Ling looked at the spell formation in shock. It was definitely not something she had made with an incantation gesture!

"Buzz..."

When the formation was initially formed, Xie Hanzhou felt a sharp pain in his head. His Spiritual Qi was stagnant, and the moon frost sword could no longer pierce down.

Even Lu Chaoyan, who was not far away, was locked in place and unable to break free.

With a sword in his hand, he noticed something and suddenly turned to look at the Witchcraft Cultivator who should have died just now.

The man who had just died was still breathing. He was lying on the ground with his hands covered with blood, drawing something on the ground.

Lu Chaoyan also blurted out, "He actually didn't die!"

The Witchcraft Cultivator withdrew his finger after drawing the last rune, slowly got up from the ground, and grinned. "Of course I'm not dead. How can I enjoy the spiritual power and talent of the two most outstanding disciples of the Tiandao Sect if I die? Soon, everything you have will be mine, hahahaha! One day, I will trample all of you, who look down on Witchcraft Cultivator, under my feet! under my feet!"

The ferocious bloody mouth was open in his throat. It should have been a fatal blow, but he was not affected at all. As he laughed wildly, the bloody wound trembled and looked ferocious and horrible.

Sang Ling was stunned. How could he not die in this state? What about this formation on the ground?

In a flash, she suddenly remembered that some time ago, the Witchcraft Cultivator had been squatting in the cave, drawing strange symbols on the ground, wrote and erased, erased and wrote, It seemed like runes, but she hadn't seen them again. It wasn't that the Witchcraft Cultivator had given up, but rather, he had already completed the formation!

He just hid the last step of the formation. As long as he completed the last few runes, the formation could be activated.

Sang Ling glared hatefully at the Witchcraft Cultivator. This fool was quite impressive. It actually managed to conceal everything from her!

In her peripheral vision, she noticed Xie Hanzhou and Lu Chaoyan confined by the formation. A smug smile played on her lips as she lightly touched the broken rib that had pierced through the skin-.

She didn't know if she should be glad that her ribs had been broken by Lu Zhaoyan.

That palm had knocked her out of the range of the runes. Otherwise, with injuries like this, she would probably have been drained of the last drop of flesh and blood.

Countless wisps of Spiritual Qi floated before her, like silver fish swimming gracefully within the formation, connecting Xie Hanzhou and the Witchcraft Cultivator in a line.

It was like a dream, beautiful and harmless.

However, in the eyes of Sang Ling, this formation was absolutely powerful- At this time, the expressions of several people in the formation were completely opposite.

In the span of just half a cup of tea, the Witchcraft Cultivator's cheeks became plump and rosy, his eyes bright. On the other hand, Xie Hanzhou's state visibly deteriorated, his hair was messy, and his aura was turbid.

Lu Chaoyan looked fine for the time being, but the Witchcraft Cultivator would never let her go.

Xie Hanzhou was trapped in place. After a while, he said, "The Taoyu formation. It is said that this formation can absorb all the flesh, blood and spiritual pulse of the cultivators in the formation and turn them into its own use." His eyes fell on several gray parts that were not smooth. "Well? The breath of this spell formation is not thick. It seems to be an incomplete and reduced version."

Lu Chaoyan was surprised and a little impatient. "Even if it's incomplete, it can't be allowed to exist in the world. The ancestors damaged it and forbade it to spread because it's too cruel and violated the Tiandao. Who has the guts to violate the iron laws of the Cultivation World in public?"

Hearing that, the Witchcraft Cultivator said even more wildly with hatred, "What's cruelty? What's violating the Tiandao? If I'm the strongest in the world, who dares to say a word! By then, the iron law of the Cultivation World will be made by me!"

The Witchcraft Cultivator seemed to be irritated. He raised his hand and made a few incantation gestures. More fish swam in the spell formation, while the forehead of Xie Hanzhou was covered with cold sweat.

Sang Ling glanced at him and rolled her eyes. Enduring the sharp pain in her ribs, she took a deep breath and climbed up. While no one was paying attention to her, she turned around and fled.

The Witchcraft Cultivator formation sounded very powerful. Xie Hanzhou and Lu Chaoyan were pinned down, and it was hard to tell who would win in a short time. If she didn't run now, when would she be able to?

Xie Hanzhou kept shouting at her that he would kill her. If they defeated the Witchcraft Cultivator, she would die.

If the Witchcraft Cultivator won, with his selfish and vicious character, he would definitely not let her enjoy the happiness with him. In the future, if he encountered such a pursuit again, she would be the first one to be killed!

"Hee hee, the Qiansi Ring was broken, I won't be controlled by others! I won't play with you anymore. Let you fight each other, it's better you all die together." After jumping a few times with difficulty, her mouth and nose were covered with blood foam, but Sang Ling still felt happy, happy that she was about to be free.

In front of her was the towering forest. Before Sang Ling could smile proudly, she felt a cold wind behind her.

A sense of danger rushed up to her back. Instinctively, Sang Ling dodged in a hurry and tried to kick.

Unexpectedly, there was a long rope behind her that could swim on its own. Seeing that Sang Ling had turned around, the rope turned and circled around to the side. In just in a breath, it had firmly tied Sang Ling up.

Sang Ling couldn't help but want to swear. "The main culprit is the Witchcraft Cultivator. I was just ordered by him! You can just catch him, but why are you won't let me go!"

A cultivator's hearing was amazing, so Lu Chaoyan naturally heard it. She just stared at Sang Ling coldly with a sneer. "An insignificant trick, and you want to show off in front of me? Immortal binding rope! Return!"

With a commanding shout, the endlessly flexible immortal binding rope threw Sang Ling towards Lu Chaoyan.

As Sang Ling struggled, she felt a fierce slap on her shoulder, and an intense suction instantly smashed her onto the floor covered with runes, rendering her immobile.

On the other hand, Lu Chaoyan tapped her feet and took the opportunity of replacing people to escape from the spell formation.

At the same time. Xie Hanzhou did something. Not only did Lu Chaoyan break free from the spell formation, but also Xie Hanzhou regained his Spiritual Qi and revolved it. He raised his sword and stabbed the Witchcraft Cultivator in the center.

In the Witchcraft Cultivator's incredible eyes, the sword pierced his heart, and blood gushed out like a spring. In the next moment, the Witchcraft Cultivator fell backwards, his face filled with unwillingness. This time, he was really dead.

Sang Ling was shocked and quickly rolled away, but the blood still splashed on her cheeks. "I, I? I can move? Is the formation ineffective?" However, in front of her, the fish were still organized, indicating that the formation had not been broken.

Sang Ling hadn't had time to think about why the owner of the spell formation had died but the spell formation remained intact. She was originally supposed to replace Lu Chaoyan as the sacrifice, bound by the spell formation, but now she could move again with the death of the Witchcraft Cultivator.

In the next second, a cyan-white sword light flashed before her eyes, emanating an astonishingly chilling aura, and the formation was easily shattered by a single slash.

It was Xie Hanzhou, the most outstanding cultivator among tens of thousands of cultivators! He was the most likely candidate to become an immortal in the cultivation world.

Sang Ling pitifully tightened her skin. When she was pulled back by the rope just now, Lu Chaoyan, that treacherous person, slapped her again. This time, she really had no strength to get up.

She didn't expect that Xie Hanzhou would win this battle. His cultivation had reached such a terrifying level? Did it mean that she was about to meet her death?

Feeling her life hanging by a thread, Sang Ling's face turned pale. She squeezed out the last of her strength to wipe her face. Even if she died, she wanted to have a decent appearance. "I wonder if anyone will bury me after I die. I can't trouble others..."