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

Fang Han flew all the way, and all the low-level qi-refining monks he met were afraid to get out of the way. Wherever he passed, there were qi-refining monks who were too slow to get out of the way, and his heads were taken off by him with the Nether Soul Reaper Blade.

Two hours later, Han had flown more than [-] miles, and was still [-] miles away from the Lingshi Mine where the gold-eating ants were. He only needed to fly for another hour to arrive.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

At this time, five people flew in front of Fang Han, four of whom were chasing the skinny young man at the front.

The person who just spoke was the skinny young man who was being chased by four people. He was pale and had dozens of sword wounds on his body, and drops of blood were coming out of the wounds.

"A ninth-level Qi Refining monk will be chased by two seventh-level Qi Refining monks and two sixth-level Qi Refining monks."

When Fang Han saw the skinny young man flying towards him, his expression became extremely strange.

"Fellow Taoist, please save me, and I will be rewarded with generous gifts!"

Seeing that Fang Han just stopped and watched with cold eyes and did not take any action, the skinny young man gritted his teeth and continued to speak.

"Oh!"

"What kind of gift do you have?"

"That's all. I'm in a good mood today so I'll save you first. But if you lie to me, you will definitely regret coming to this world."

Fang Han felt a little bored after traveling for such a long time. Hearing that the skinny young man said that he would give generous gifts, he was intrigued and planned to save the skinny young man first.

"Boy!"

"I advise you to stay out of our Shendan Sect's business." Although you are at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, the four of my brothers can definitely kill you together. "

The four people behind the skinny young man saw that Fang Han was about to intervene, and one of the seventh-level Qi Refining monks with squinting eyes directly threatened Fang Han.

"yes?"

Fang Han looked at the four people who claimed to be disciples of the Shendan Sect as if they were dead people.

Before the four people from Shendan Sect could continue to speak, four rays of black light shot out from Fang Han's storage bag, hitting the four slant-eyed monks like black lightning.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff!"

The Netherworld Soul Reaper Blade pierced the eyebrows of the four people with squinting eyes before they could react. The look of pride on the faces of the four squinting-eyed monks was gone before they could even be taken away.

Fang Han spread his fingers and grabbed the storage bags of the four people. Suddenly, the storage bags on their waists fell into Fang Han's hands.

"Now take out the generous gift you said, if it makes me dissatisfied..."

Fang Han looked at the four slant-eyed monks who had been smashed to pieces, then turned his head and looked at the stunned and skinny young man with a joking look on his face.

"Fellow Taoist, look, this is the blood elixir I refined by massacring [-] mortals in the Shendan Sect's sphere of influence. This is a sacred elixir for us monks in the Qi Refining Period."

Seeing how powerful Fang Han was, the skinny young man put away all the small thoughts in his mind before, with a flattering smile on his face.

He drove the flying sword to stop in front of Fang Han, and then with a flash of inspiration, the skinny young man took out five bottles of blood pills and handed them to Fang Han.

Fang Han unceremoniously took the blood pill handed over by the skinny young man, opened the cork of the bottle, put it to his nose and smelled it, and said with disappointment:

"This blood pill refined by a mortal is just rubbish compared to the blood pill refined by a monk by Teng Dali. It is of no use to me at all."

When the skinny young man saw the look of disappointment on Fang Han's face, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"No, this guy will definitely attack me later. I have to run away now!"

The magic sword under the skinny young man's feet let out a loud roar, and immediately took him flying forward at a very fast speed, flying dozens of feet away in a short time.

"Young man, you still dare to run away in front of me. I originally planned to let you die happily. In this case, you can't blame me!"

Fang Han's spiritual consciousness has been locked on the skinny young man. When he injected spiritual power into the flying sword at his feet, Fang Han discovered it and let the skinny young man fly away because Fang Han wanted him to feel what despair is.

With a flash of inspiration, the Soul-Eating Flag suddenly appeared in Fang Han's hand. He shook the flag lightly, and instantly a black light came out of the Soul-Eating Flag. As soon as the black light appeared, it flew towards the thin man who had already flown hundreds of feet away. The young man flew away like lightning.

The skinny young man flew a hundred feet away, looked back and let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that Fang Han was not chasing him.

"Hahaha!"

"I, Wan Liuyun, will be lucky if I survive the catastrophe. Just wait for me to refine my Qi to the eleventh level, right?"

"When I use these blood pills to improve my cultivation, I will definitely twist your head off. How dare you threaten me?"

The skinny young man had already escaped from Fang Han's clutches after completing his mission, and was already getting carried away. Little did he know that there was a pale ghost claw behind him, grabbing at his waist.

The skinny young man, who was still flying forward at a high speed, suddenly looked at his waist with some doubts. His face turned pale with fright, and he saw a bloody hole the size of a fist appeared on the left waist of the skinny young man.

The skinny young man stiffly turned his head back and his pupils shrank suddenly. Behind him, he saw a pale woman in a plain white dress. This woman was Zhang Qingxue.

Zhang Qingxue's pale palm was holding the kidney she had taken out from her left waist.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

At this time, the skinny young man felt severe pain in his waist, and he let out a heart-rending scream.

"Be good, don't make a sound!"

"There's still one left to go. My hands are so fast that I won't let you feel any pain, just like before, cluck!"

Zhang Qingxue burst into laughter. She grasped the skinny young man's waist with her pale palms, and the waist instantly turned into minced meat. Blood sprayed on the face of the skinny young man who turned around.

Before the skinny young man could react, Zhang Qingxue's pale ghost claw penetrated his right waist with a pop.

"You...you don't..."

The skinny young man who had two waists taken away from him had blood foam constantly flowing out of his mouth. He wanted to curse Fang Han a few words before he died, but he was stunned by the blood foam that flowed out and stuffed it back into his mouth.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the body of the skinny young man fell from the flying sword and came into close contact with the ground.

In an instant, a two-meter-wide hole was made on the ground. The soil in the hole was stained blood red by the slimy young man's mud-like corpse.

Zhang Qingxue floated above the skinny young man's muddy corpse, stretched out his pale ghost claws to grab out the skinny young man's ghost, and tore his soul into pieces piece by piece amidst his frightened begging for mercy.

"Slave, Zhang Qingxue pays homage to the master!"

After Zhang Qingxue finished devouring them, the ghosts of the other four people floated to Fang Han, returned to their previous appearance, bowed to Fang Han Wanfu, and then handed the skinny young man's storage bag to Fang Han.

"Let's go back!"

Fang Han took the storage bag handed over by Zhang Qingxue and then said calmly to her.

Zhang Qingxue turned into a black smoke when she heard what Fang Han said, and then got back into the Soul-Eating Banner.

As soon as he thought about it, the soul-eating flag in Fang Han's hand disappeared. He glanced at the storage bag of the skinny young man, and Fang Han's divine sense detective casually scanned it into it. Suddenly, Fang Han's expressionless face showed a hint of joy.

"I didn't expect that in this skinny young man's storage bag, there are ten bottles of blood pills refined by monks, but the rest are all more than a hundred bottles of blood pills refined by mortals."

When Fang Han saw these more than a hundred bottles of blood pills refined by mortals, he cursed in his heart.

"It takes at least 50 mortals to make these hundred bottles of mortal blood pills. It's really a wicked way."

Fang Han angrily walked to the body of the skinny young man and cut his body into pieces with a few wind blade techniques.

The reason why he was so angry was because the skinny young man only gave himself five bottles of mortal blood pills before.