As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Senior Niu, please taste the spirit tea here first, and I'll go find our clan leader right away!"

"Xiao Bi, serve Senior Niu well!"

"Obey Master Jiu!"

Ji Shicheng took Fang Han into a living room, and then made him a pot of spiritual tea.

After brewing the spiritual tea, Ji Shicheng gave instructions to the maid in the hall. When he saw the maid respectfully responded to him, Ji Shicheng was satisfied and walked to the back of the living room.

"In this Ji's Immortal Clan, the person with the highest level of cultivation is at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and the rest of the monks are just small fish!"

As soon as he sat down, Fang Han's spiritual consciousness shrouded the palace on the mountainside. He found that the Ji clan's highest cultivation level had only reached the eleventh level of Qi refining and was no longer interested.

I saw that Fang Han's right hand, hidden in his robe, was already holding the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade that was ready to go.

"Master Niu Xian, do you want my slave to squeeze your shoulders?"

The maid named Xiaobi on the side saw that Fang Han had no intention of touching the spiritual tea, and felt that the situation was very embarrassing, so she spoke respectfully to Fang Han.

"unnecessary!"

Fang Han glanced sideways at the maid named Xiaobi and found that she was just a mortal with an ordinary face, so he coldly rejected her.

Seeing Fang Han's refusal, Xiaobi squeezed the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands, looking at a loss.

At this moment, two figures walked out from behind the living room, one of them was Ji Shicheng.

"I heard that fellow Taoist Niu came to my Ji's house as a guest. I, Ji, am a little distant to welcome him. Please forgive me!"

"In the next Ji's Immortal Clan, the leader Ji Tiansheng!"

He came out with Ji Shicheng, a middle-aged man in a decorated robe. As soon as he saw Fang Han, he clasped his fists and said to him.

"Hahaha, no problem!"

"Pfft!"

After Fang Han finished speaking, he took out the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade hidden in the sleeve of his robe.

I saw a flash of dark light, and the heads of Ji Shicheng and Ji Tiansheng soared into the sky.

The heads of the two men were in mid-air, and the smiles on their faces had not solidified. Before they could react, their heads had been decapitated by the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade.

When their heads fell to the ground, blood spurted out from their necks.

"Ah... clan leader!"

A maid named Xiaobi witnessed this scene. When Ji Tiansheng's head rolled down at her feet, she reacted and screamed.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Just when Xiaobi screamed, a series of rapid bells rang outside the attic. Apparently, the people from the Ji Clan's Immortal Clan had sensed that something had happened.

"Why are you yelling like this? Do you know that this is very rude to the guests? Jie Jie Jie!"

With a backhand move, the flying Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade returned to Fang Han's hand. After retracting the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade, Fang Han looked to the side with a ferocious smile, looking at Xiao Bi, who was already frightened and turned pale.

"I... I... Ah!"

Xiaobi still wanted to speak, but Fang Han didn't give her a chance at all. As soon as Fang Han thought, the gold-eating ants flew out of the Void Spirit Cave and bit the frightened Xiaobi alive.

After Xiaobi screamed for a few breaths, she was devoured by a swarm of gold-eating ants until not even the dregs were left.

After the gold-eating ants eliminated Xiaobi, they flapped their wings and flew towards Ji Shicheng's headless bodies. It didn't take long before they ate them up.

"Go to the Soul-Eating Banner!"

Seeing that the people of Ji's Immortal Clan had discovered it, Fang Han no longer covered it up and directly threw the Soul-Eating Banner into the air.

I saw that the Soul-Eating Banner turned into a size of hundreds of feet when it was taken off. Waves of Yin Qi flew out from the face of the banner, directly covering the entire Ji Clan's Immortal Clan.

"Help!"

"Run away, run away!"

At this time, the mortals at the foot of the mountain were frightened by the evil spirit that appeared and were running around. Whenever a mortal stayed in the evil spirit for three breaths, his complexion would turn black and he would bleed to death.

The current Ji Clan's Immortal Clan is like a ghost realm, with the screams and wails of their own grievances and ghosts coming endlessly.

The streets at the foot of the mountain were now filled with corpses of men, women, and children with blackened faces and bleeding from their orifices.

"The bold evil cultivator actually dares to come to our Ji Clan and massacre our people. You will wait to die when our clan leader Ji Tiansheng arrives!"

At this time, all the qi-refining monks from Ji's Immortal Clan had rushed to the mountainside. Among the crowd, an old man with a gray beard at the seventh level of qi-refining stepped out from the attic, with the Netherworld Soul Reaper hanging next to him. Fang Han suddenly shouted loudly.

"Third Elder, he...he is a perfect cultivator of Qi Refining!"

Next to the old man with a gray beard, a young man in his thirties pulled the old man's arm and spoke to the old man in horror.

"what!"

"Puff, puff!"

The old man with a gray beard exclaimed in surprise when he heard this. At this moment, Liao Yiyi and Liu Mei suddenly appeared behind Fang Han, who were wearing armor and had perfected their Qi refining.

I saw that they turned into a whirlwind of Yin Qi and appeared in front of everyone in Ji's Immortal Clan in the blink of an eye. The ghosts shuttled between them and cut off the heads of everyone in Ji's Clan's Immortal Clan before they had time to react.

"Owner!"

When Liao Yiyi saw Fang Han approaching, he knelt down on one knee and saluted Fang Han with fists in his hands.

At this time, the ghost swords in the hands of Liao Yiyi and Liu Mei were still dripping with bright red blood.

"Liu Mei and Liao Yiyi go and kill all the living creatures in Ji's Immortal Clan!"

Fang Han stepped under his feet, and the monks of the Ji family shed bluestone that had condensed into a pool of blood. He spoke lightly and gave instructions to the two ghosts kneeling at his feet.

"According to your orders, Master, I will kill all the living creatures in the Ji Clan's Immortal Clan!"

The ghosts of Liao Yiyi and Fang Han bowed to each other, and their ghost shadows merged into the Ji clan's fairy clan and disappeared in the evil aura.

"Hey, the fish is here, hey hey hey!"

Fang Han, who was about to go down the mountain, suddenly noticed a tremor in the storage bag at his waist, and different spiritual consciousness penetrated into it. After a few breaths, Fang Han showed a gentle smile on his face.

"These casual cultivators really don't make me worry. Fortunately, I left Hongyu and the others behind before leaving Luofeng City."

After thinking for a while, Fang Han used the slave mark in his body to communicate with the two Hongyu ghosts who were still in Luofeng City and gave them orders.

"Hongyu, Zhang Qingxue, look for these auras and get rid of the rats that are getting in the way!"

After giving all the instructions, Fang Han piloted the Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade and flew into the sky above Ji's Immortal Master.

Looking at the Ji Clan's Immortal Clan with fire and black smoke, Fang Han laughed out loud in the air.

"Master and slaves have slaughtered all the living members of Ji's Immortal Clan!"

"Well done, Liao Yiyi, you two, now go search and take away the resources of the Ji Clan's Immortal Clan!"

Fang Han nodded with satisfaction to the two ghosts Liao Yiyi who flew into the air and reported to him. Then he took out two storage bags and threw them to the two ghosts Liao Yiyi and continued to give instructions.

"Yes, Master!"

The two ghosts, Liao Yiyi, took the storage bag thrown by Fang Han and turned into the wind again and disappeared in front of Fang Han.

After burning a stick of incense, Liao Yiyi and Liu Mei flew out from the attic on the mountainside of Ji's Immortal Clan. At this time, the two ghosts Liao Yiyi were holding a bulging storage bag in their hands.

Obviously, the storage bag was already stuffed with things. Fang Han, who was above the Ji clan, saw a smile on his face when he saw the two ghosts Liao Yiyi returning.