ghost master

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Han Lin's translucent figure walked quickly through the complex formations, and within a moment, he escaped from the layers of formations and appeared at the entrance of Han Yang's cave.

The formation didn't change at all, did Han Yang not know that he still existed or did he let himself in on purpose?Han Lin thought blankly. He lost his physical strength and his soul was incomplete. He might not have a good chance of winning against Han Yang.

But even if there is a trap in it, he still has to go for it. This is not only related to him but also to Wang Xiaopang's personal safety. The child is still young, so he cannot be put in danger because of himself.

Han Lin then entered Han Yang's cave. He was very familiar with Han Yang's cave, so he walked around for a while and found Han Yang.

Han Yang was sitting on a stone chair thinking about something, his chin resting on his right hand, and he didn't know anything about Han Lin's arrival.

Han Lin floated in front of him and looked down at him with complicated eyes. The man in front of him was a good brother he had known since childhood. At that time, the two of them had a heavenly spirit root and the other a foreign spirit root. They were placed with great expectations by the sect. Every time the Zongmen encounters something, as long as they can solve it, the Zongmen will send the two of them to perform various competitions, tasks, and trials. They have teamed up and fought against each other, but they never expected to be killed by the other party one day. die.

Why do you want to kill me?

Why?

why!

Han Lin raised his hand to Han Yang angrily, tried to slap him down several times but withdrew his hand several times.

What is he struggling with?He couldn't touch him again.Han Lin forcibly suppressed the fluctuating emotions, and was thinking about how to unknowingly inquire about news from Han Yang, when he suddenly noticed that a monk in the Nascent Soul stage appeared outside Han Yang's cave.

The cultivator who arrived was not Han Yaoguang, but...a demon cultivator!

Han Lin was taken aback, and then felt that the demon cultivator had a heavy ghostly aura. Obviously, he was a demon cultivator who specialized in cultivating souls, and he was the kind of cultivator he avoided the most now!

Han Lin looked at Han Yang suddenly fiercely, as a member of Xianmeng, he actually dealt with Moxiu!Whether it was summoned to deal with him or for other purposes, it violated the taboo of a cultivator!

Seeing that the demon cultivator was about to enter the cave, Han Lin turned and left without hesitation.

As soon as Han Lin left, an old man in black robe appeared in front of Han Yang. Because Han Lin walked decisively, the old man in black robe didn't find him.

"Young Master." The black-robed old man saluted Han Yang, a pair of shining eyes were exposed under the hood: "But Han Yaoguang is going to attack the stage of transformation?"

It is easiest for a monk to take advantage of the gap when he is attacking the realm.

"No, that old guy is very calm and still preparing." Han Yang said, just about to tell the old man about Han Lin, when he saw the old man frowned.

"Since this is the case, why did the young master call me here? Every time I come here, the chance of being discovered by Han Yaoguang will increase by one point. Our evil blood sect has been lurking in the Snow Sky Sect for more than 400 years in order to regain Bailing Mountain. At this critical juncture, everything will come to naught!" The old man said sternly, although he called Han Yang the young master, he was much higher than Han Yang in terms of seniority, so he occasionally used his status as an elder to teach Han a lesson. Yang said a few words.

Han Yang's face sank immediately: "I need your lesson? I am the one who has been lurking in the Snow Sky Sect since I was a child! It is also me who killed Han Lin! It is also me who gradually hollowed out the various departments of the Snow Sky Sect! Could the Blood Sect have progressed to this point so quickly without me?"

Han Yang held on to the handrail tightly, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable. He was originally a young master of the sect, but he had to pretend to be an orphan of the Xiuxian family who had been slaughtered and entered the Snow Sky Sect alone. He knew his purpose of joining the Snow Sky Sect from the very beginning, but after all, he has lived in the Snow Sky Sect for more than 400 years. His friends, his master, and 90.00% of his memories are in this Snow Sky Sect. He knew that he should not , but he still had a sense of belonging to Xue Tianzong, but the mission forced him to destroy the sect that cultivated him step by step, even...

Kill Han Lin, his best brother and worst enemy.

In fact, at the beginning, Han Yang proposed to the evil blood sect not to kill Han Lin. He had confidence in Han Lin, and he would definitely be able to survive the catastrophe and ascend to the spirit world, but the evil blood sect rejected his proposal. Only one percent of the cultivators who have entered the stage of transforming gods ascend successfully. If Han Lin fails to cross the tribulation and stays in the human world, then he will sit in the Snow Sky Sect for 600 years, and there will be no chance for the Sha Blood Sect to attack at all. But the evil blood sect has spent more than 400 years, and it is impossible to spend another 600 years waiting for an opportunity, so it is safe to kill Han Lin in one fell swoop.

So Han Yang took action, telling himself over and over in his heart that Han Rin is an enemy, and Han Rin should die if he suppressed his limelight, forcing himself to forget the 400 years of being with him, those friendships that shared weal and woe.

Han Yang couldn't help recalling the past, when he successfully formed the alchemy, he saw Han Lin standing at the door of his cave, with fine snowflakes on his body.

"Senior Brother, are you out?" Han Lin looked at him in the wind and snow, a rare smile appeared on his always cold face: "No, I should call you Junior Brother now."

He stared at Han Lin who was already in the alchemy stage, annoyed for a while: "Damn it, I lost to you."

"Originally, I was confident that I could form the alchemy smoothly, but you, seeing that I had retreated, followed the retreat. You were so hasty but you succeeded in forming the alchemy. It can be seen that you are still better than me." Han Lin said with a smile.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks, senior brother!" He gritted his teeth and called Senior Brother Han Lin, but he also laughed when he finished calling.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he doesn't mind being overtaken by Han Rin. Whether they are seniors or juniors, nothing can change the fact that they are good brothers.

Han Yang suddenly didn't want to tell the truth about Han Lin's existence. Han Lin was dead, and now he didn't even have a complete soul. Is it necessary for him to do so thoroughly?That person trusted him deeply at the last moment before he died.

Han Yang looked at the black-robed old man, and said in a calm tone: "I called you here to ask you that the ghost-refining sect in Changxi Prefecture is a branch of our evil blood sect? That sect has grown a little recently, and it has already aroused a lot of attention. Zong's attention, it will be difficult to let Ao Shizong follow it to dig our Blood Blood Alliance."

The black-robed old man replied: "Young master, don't worry, I have already investigated. The ghost refining sect was created by a demon cultivator 500 years ago. It has nothing to do with our evil blood sect and will not involve us."

"It's so good." After Han Yang finished speaking, he let the black-robed old man back down: "You go back and take good care of the people in the sect. If you don't want to show your feet at this last moment, then Han Yaoguang will definitely hit the stage of transformation in 30 years. , Our Blood Sect has been lurking for more than 400 years, not less than ten or twenty years. After all, he is a Dzogchen monk in the late Yuanying period. Only by giving him a fatal blow when he is most defenseless can our Blood Sect attack the snowy sky in one fell swoop. Zong."

"Yes, young master." The black-robed old man responded, feeling a little puzzled in his heart, thinking that Han Yang wouldn't be able to call him here if he just asked about the ghost-refining sect, so he hesitated a little, and asked Han Yang: "Young master, But is there anything else?"

"Gone."

The old man in black robe looked at Han Yang for a while before leaving. Han Yang knew that he was suspicious, but as long as he didn't say anything, no one would know that Han Lin's soul was still there.

Brother, as long as you no longer become an obstacle to the Fiend Blood Sect, I will not harm you again.

Han Yang suddenly felt a little relieved, thinking that Han Lin was teaching Wang Xiaopang, he couldn't help but feel playful.

I often lost to you back then, so this trainee should not lose to you too, right?Although Tian Zixuan's aptitude is a bit inferior to Wang Xiaopang's, it's okay, he has plenty of resources.

With a pile of elixir and all kinds of treasures thrown down, he didn't believe that Tian Zixuan could be worse than Wang Xiaopang, but the disciple he carefully cultivated was still no better than an ordinary disciple with dual spiritual roots, or a lowly disciple who had been a man's favorite , I believe that most masters will feel depressed.

And judging from the information disclosed to him by Tian Zixuan today, he is still worthy of being cultivated as a pawn.

Han Yang on this one was smiling and planning to "trick" Han Lin, but Han Lin on the other end found Han Yaoguang.

In the cave, Han Yaoguang paced back and forth with a solemn expression.

"So you suspect that Han Yang will be unfavorable to Xue Tianzong?" Han Yaoguang asked Han Lin, even though he couldn't see Han Lin.

White frost condensed on the ground, turning into one word: yes.

"I see, I will pay attention to Han Yang, and I will also let people investigate that demon cultivator." It is related to the sect, and Han Yaoguang has to take care of it even if he doesn't want to. If it's just Han Lin who was killed by Han Yang, he really doesn't care I will take care of it.

For him now, there is nothing more important than hitting the stage of becoming a god. He is nearing the end of his lifespan, but he doesn't have the time to take care of the affairs between his seniors and brothers.

Han Lin was a little relieved. Although Han Yaoguang was indifferent, he still cared about the sect. Since he said he would investigate, he would definitely investigate thoroughly.

So what he has to consider now is whether to take Wang Xiaopang out of the sect, Han Yang finds that he is very likely to be by Wang Xiaopang's side, but...

Abandoning the sect and leaving him alone is not at ease.

After much deliberation, Han Lin decided to stay in the sect so that he could continue to teach Wang Xiaopang while monitoring Han Yang. Besides, Wang Xiaopang was also a member of the Snow Sky Sect, so if something happened to the sect, he would do his best. A force, isn't the purpose of cultivating him by myself?

Sure enough, the immediate priority is to make Wang Xiaopang stronger as soon as possible.

Han Lin bid farewell to Han Yaoguang, and hurried back to the remote courtyard. He obviously only left Wang Xiaopang for less than half a day, but he was very worried about him, fearing that something might happen to him during this period.

However, when Han Lin returned to the courtyard, the boy was chatting in Tian Zixuan's room with half a big watermelon in his arms, as if the sky was falling and it was none of my business.

Han Lin was on fire.

"Sometimes I really feel that my master has persecution paranoia. He always feels that someone is going to kill me. He just trains my reaction ability. I saw the copybook on the desk open this morning, but I also doubt this little thing. "Wang Xiaopang ate the watermelon with a spoon, and complained to Tian Zixuan: "I think it was blown by the wind."

As soon as Wang Xiaopang finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing behind him: "Is the watermelon delicious?"

Wang Xiaopang's body froze, he looked back, and saw Han Lin looking down at him, his handsome face was extremely gloomy, and the amber pupils still emitted a cold and stern light.

Wang Xiaopang's face turned pale, and the watermelon in his arms fell to the ground.