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

A few breaths later, seven figures in the sky landed ten feet away from Fang Han and others. They saw that they were wearing standard robes with the word Qianji embroidered on their chests.

Astonishingly, the seven people here were disciples of the Qianji Sect, including four men and three women. Among the seven, the one with the highest cultivation level was at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

When Fang Han saw the person coming, he asked with a gloomy face: "Fellow Taoists from Qianji Sect, what do you do for coming to our territory of Yin Mo Sect?"

The person with the highest cultivation level from Qianji Sect said: "You evil cultivators, how dare you arrest my junior brother's family. Today I will eliminate demons and defend the Tao for the people of Li. Remember, the person who sent you on your way is named Xu Wuhui."

When Niu Wuli and others heard this, their faces turned pale with fright. Among the people coming across from them, three of them were in the late stage of Qi Refining. Their lowest cultivation level was at the fifth level of Qi Refining. What could they beat?

Fang Han saw Niu Wuli and the others, looking like they were ready to run away at any time, and said angrily: "You four losers, don't even think about escaping. This will only make them defeat them one by one. If you use your ability to squeeze the bottom of the box, maybe there is a glimmer of hope." vitality."

"I have informed the sect that as long as we persist for a while, Uncle Foundation Architect will come."

When the four of them heard this, determination flashed across their faces.

Niu Wuli and others sacrificed their magical weapons one after another, floating around them.

Fang Han also offered a Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade.

Seeing this, the seven people on the opposite side each took out a machine puppet with a cultivation level equivalent to their own from their storage bags. At the same time, a medium-grade magic weapon standard long sword appeared in the hands of the seven people.

The eighth-level Qi-refining monk from Qianji Sect said to the other six: "Junior brother Mo, Junior Brother Qian, you two are at the seventh-level Qi-refining level, just follow me to deal with it. The leader of the sixth-level Qi-refining monk from Yin Mo Sect, Junior Sister Yun, you just Go deal with the other four."

"Okay, Senior Brother Xu."

The six of them responded and went to look for their opponents.

Fang Han looked at the three people walking towards him and said, "You think you are a well-known and decent person, so you know how to use more to defeat less?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Xu Wuhui's face, but he quickly returned to normal.

"There is no need to show any mercy to those of you who are evil and crooked."

As soon as the words fell, the three of them controlled their respective agency puppets to attack Fang Han.

Seeing the three wolf-shaped machine puppets attacking, Fang Han activated the Liuyun Bracelet, the best defensive weapon.

"Roar, roar, roar," three wolf-shaped machine puppets jumped in front of Fang Han, raised their wolf claws at the same time, and slapped Fang Han on the head.

This powerful and heavy claw has a faint sound of breaking through the air. If it is hit, even the rocks will fall apart.

Just half a meter away from the door facing Fang Han, the wolf's claws couldn't be photographed and were blocked by the light mask.

When Xu Wuhui saw this, he frowned and said, "This guy actually has a top-quality defensive weapon. Two junior brothers, let's do our best and don't keep it."

Xu Wuhui's eyes showed greed.

Three people held flying swords and used wind control skills to join the battle. With the three people joining in, the body-protecting aura inspired by Fang Han was rippled by the attack and seemed to be about to break.

Xu Wuhui was overjoyed when he saw it.

"Two junior brothers, he can't hold it anymore, let's try harder."

Afterwards, the three men's offensive became more fierce, and there was no panic on Fang Han's face under the mask.

As soon as Fang Han thought, the Soul-Eating Flag appeared in his hand, and spiritual power was injected into the flag. Suddenly, black mist floated out from the Soul-Eating Flag, and soon enveloped the entire spirit stone mine.

Xu Wuhui saw the black mist drifting out and shouted: "Junior brothers and sisters, evacuate quickly."

But it was still a step too late. The black mist spread so quickly that they didn't even react and were swallowed up by the black mist.

"Ah, my consciousness can't penetrate this black mist."

A Qianji Sect disciple shouted in horror.

Seeing that it was almost done, Fang Han took out the remaining four Nether Soul Reaper Blades and quietly attacked Xu Wuhui and the others.

Xu Wuhui suddenly shouted: "Junior Brother Mo, Junior Brother Qian, get out of the way."

Xu Wuhui, on the other hand, used his sword to block his eyebrows.

"Ah! Ah!" Two screams, Qian Ji Sect, monks surnamed Qian and monks surnamed Mo were pierced between the eyebrows, and their bodies were carried four to five meters away by the powerful impact of the Nether Soul Reaper Blade, and finally smashed into the ground.

On the other side, Xu Wuhui was specially taken care of by Fang Han. Three Netherworld Soul-stealing Blades hit Xu Wuhui's flying sword between his eyebrows.

"Dang, Dang, Dang," three cries of fine iron rang out. Xu Wuhui was hit and was knocked back more than ten steps. The flying sword, a medium-grade magical weapon in his hand, flew out and fell to the ground. Three cracks appeared and it was obviously scrapped.

When Fang Han saw that he had killed two people, he raised the Soul-Eating Banner in his hand and waved it towards them. Two souls that looked exactly like the monks named Mo and Qian were sucked into the Soul-Eating Banner.

After the souls of the two people were sucked in, the painful and twisted grimaces of the two people appeared on the soul-eating flag, which looked extremely penetrating.

When Xu Wuhui saw it, he was so frightened that he took out a low-grade flying sword from his storage bag and turned into a beam of light and flew away from the place.

Fang Han did not stop him from leaving, because his spiritual consciousness had been exhausted to the point where he was full of energy but not strong enough.

"If it weren't for the two seventh-level Qi Refining monks who got in the way, today would be the day you die."

Fang Han stared fiercely at Xu Wuhui, who was fleeing here.

Then he took out the spiritual nourishing elixir he bought earlier from his storage bag and swallowed it. The elixir's entrance turned into a clear stream, flowing into the sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing his spiritual consciousness.

The Soul-Eating Banner lost Fang Han's control, and the black mist that floated out was quickly blown away by the wind.

Without the obstruction of the black mist, the consciousness and sight of several people in the field were restored to their original state.

Niu Wuli and others and the people from Qianjimen also heard the previous screams, so they looked at Fang Hana as soon as they regained their sight.

Where he saw it, there were two corpses with holes pierced between their eyebrows. On the side, Fang Han was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and three uncontrolled wolf-shaped machine puppets on the ground.

The four members of Qianjimen discovered in horror that their senior brother Xu was missing.

At this time, Fang Han, who was meditating, had already refined the power of the spirit-nourishing pill, and slowly stood up and looked at everyone.

"Junior Brother Niu, the three of you hold back their puppets while I deal with them."

After Niu Wuli and the others saw the corpses of the two seventh-level Qi Refining monks from the Qianji Sect, they followed Fang Han's words and directly fought with the four puppets of the Qianji Sect.

When the four Qianjimen monks saw Fang Han getting up, they looked at each other, took out their flying swords with understanding, jumped up, and fled away into the distance at top speed.

"Pfft," four black rays of light pierced through behind the four people. The monks of Qianjimen all fell from the flying swords and smashed into the ground from dozens of meters in the air. Their bodies were smashed to pieces.

The flying sword lost the control of the four people's consciousness and fell directly from the sky. The mechanism puppet beast fighting with Niu Wuli and others also stopped attacking.

If the four of them had not escaped but instead besieged Fang Han, they might still have a chance to survive. If they escaped like this, they would definitely die.

Fang Han took out the Soul-Eating Banner and directly absorbed the souls of the four dead Qianji Sect members into the Soul-Eating Banner. Then, six ferocious and twisted faces appeared on the banner, which were exactly the same as those of the corpses on the ground.

Fang Han looked at the face on the Soul-Eating Banner and smiled slightly, then put the Soul-Eating Banner back into his storage bag.

Niu Wuli and the other three were trembling with fear when they saw the whole process. At this time, Fang Han's eyes also fell on them.