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The two of them did not meet any particularly powerful monsters along the way. Of course, it was because of Han Nansong that they did not meet any particularly powerful monsters. If it was Chu Yun who met these monsters, then Chu Yun would have already run away.

Often before Chu Yun had time to react, the monster that appeared in front of the two of them would be killed by Han Nansong's sword.

What they are walking now is a path in a mountain forest. The path is surrounded by tall trees that block out the sky and the sun. It is quiet and deep, and it seems that there are unknown dangers lurking.

Han Nansong walked ahead to open the way, while Chu Yun followed behind him step by step.

Along the way, Chu Yun did not help Han Nansong other than dragging his feet, but with Han Nansong's cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core, Chu Yun really couldn't do much.

If it doesn't work, it won't work, but we can't hold back any longer.

So Chu Yun took out a magic weapon capable of sensing monsters from the storage bag and held it in his hand, but the magic weapon didn't make any movement.

In this way, if there is any danger, she will not be caught off guard.

The white mist spread out from the forest, engulfing the two of them, but Han Nansong and Chu Yun seemed to have not noticed it, and they still walked forward unaware.

A rustling bell sounded like nothing, the sound was ethereal and ghostly, after listening to it for a long time, the mind was captured by the sound.

At first the ringing was very small, as if it came from an extremely distant place, even if the five senses were amplified, only a vague sound could be heard.Then it got louder a little bit, the change was subtle, but unconsciously the sound was as clear as it was in the ear.

All of a sudden, the sound of the bell became louder, it pierced through every hole, and went straight into his brain like a nail. For a moment, Chu Yun's head hurt sharply, and his soul trembled for a moment, and his complexion was already as pale as gold paper.

With the intensification of the bell, the figure of a woman in the white mist gradually became clear. Her face was enchanting, and there was a natural charm in her gestures and gestures. With a wave of her eyes, one's whole body could be softened and burnt to death.

She stretched out a hand that was as white as a green onion root. The long whip in her hand seemed to be understated, but in fact she flicked it with a secret secret, and attacked Chu Yun.

But Chu Yun was in a trance at this time, his eyes were dazed, his whole body was trapped in a boundless miasma, and he didn't notice the whip that pierced through the air.

The whole body of the long whip is red, and the barbs on the whip stand upright, showing its own sense of existence with its teeth and claws. There is also a faint blue color attached to it, reflecting the faint light, so it is not difficult to guess that it must be painted. One layer.

When she flicked her long whip, it seemed that thousands of ghosts were wailing and crying, and there were many translucent ghosts around her. Under the violent fluctuation of spiritual power, the ghosts were somewhat distorted.

If the whip was pulled hard, Chu Yun would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

However, this whip did not succeed.

A long sword blocked the long whip, and the moment the two weapons intersected, sparks burst out and disappeared in a flash.

It turned out that it was Han Nan Songge who opened the long whip.

"It's such a big deal, even the God of God Bell was taken out." Han Nansong said coldly.

"But such a big handwriting, isn't it useless to you?"

The woman's eyes were half disappointed, half admiring, with a hint of fire in between.

She was disappointed that her means did not succeed, but admired Han Nansong's strength.

It seemed that his foresight was really good, the person he fell in love with was so powerful, even the soul-destroying bell was useless to him.

"Stop talking nonsense, it's just heresy."

Han Nansong was not moved by her words. He has practiced all the way so far, and there are many people who praise him, and there are as many people who express their admiration for him.

He has long been used to this kind of eyes with undisguised praise and admiration, and he indeed deserves everyone's praise.

After hearing Han Nansong's untouched words, the expression on the woman's face changed, and there was a bit of anger in her eyes

"Don't be ignorant of what's good, toast and not eat fine wine, I think you'd better go back to the Demon Palace with me obediently, and be a pair of loving Taoist couple with me, from now on, you will be at ease, and the rare treasures of the Demon Palace will also be enjoyed by you."

Han Nansong sneered disdainfully, and with the long sword in his hand, he flew the long whip that hit her again, silently announcing his answer.

"Han Nansong!" The woman was annoyed by his undisguised disdain, her face was distorted, her brows stood upright, her enchanting eyes were full of anger, "I, Gao Ni, want you to look good today!"

Gao Ni, as a saint of the Weeping Blood Cult, had never been so disrespectful to her, and she was extremely angry, but Han Nansong really suited her taste, Gao Ni was reluctant to give up.

Her eyes lingered between Han Nansong's handsome eyebrows, and her heart became even hotter when she got this man.

The Weeping Blood Sect has a very bad reputation in the cultivation world, and it is a serious problem for many immortal sects. They are ambitious, and they are also the most powerful force in the magic cultivation.

Where are people usually so ignorant?

But she couldn't let go of this ignorant person.

Why does this person make her love and hate so much?Why is she so helpless with this person?

Han Nansong was unmoved: "It's a small trick, just use it."

"You!" Gao Ni's face turned red, she was ashamed and angry, being ridiculed so mercilessly by the person she likes one after another, even though she always acted boldly, she was speechless at this time.

In addition, Gao Ni is indeed not Han Nansong's opponent. Han Nansong's talent is outstanding, and it is difficult to find someone who can match him in the entire cultivation world. Gao Ni is not much different from him in age, and his cultivation level is not as good as him.

Han Nansong is now at the peak of Jindan, while Gao Ni is only in the middle stage of Jindan. In terms of strength, Gao Ni is no match for Han Nansong. Originally, he shouldn't be facing Han Nansong. people's troubles.

At this time, Gao Ni has been forced back by Han Nansong, and she will be defeated soon.

However, a flash of light suddenly flashed on Gao Ni's body, and the spiritual power all over her body surged, and she actually sacrificed a black magic fan.

The surface of this magic fan is black and blue, with many strange characters appearing and disappearing from time to time, and there are also large swaths of crimson floating on it, like balls of red blood mist.

The magic fan exuded a faint cold light, radiating brilliance, and the extremely eerie and treacherous aura made Han Nansong even have to avoid the sharp edge for the time being.

When the magic fan was fully unfolded in front of Han Nansong, his complexion couldn't help changing, and he stared at the fan as if he was facing an enemy—Gao Ni actually carried the Youtu Fan, one of the most treasured treasures of the Crying Blood Sect!

Han Nansong couldn't figure out why Gao Ni carried the Youtu Fan with him, and he didn't have time to think about it. He wanted to hit Gao Ni hard before Gao Ni activated the magic fan.

However, the guardian of the treasure is almost instinctive. Before Han Nansong got close to Gao Ni, he was stopped by a vast spiritual force.

Gao Ni pinched a magic formula directly, and the fan swung forward, and a hurricane mixed with sinister energy hit Han Nansong.

All of a sudden, the tide-like darkness enveloped, and thousands of ghosts cried together, and bursts of magic sounds pierced the eardrums and hit the brain like sharp swords.

An extremely terrifying aura locked onto Han Nansong, and it seemed to have a mighty force, the weight of a thousand mountains, and it pressed straight towards him.

Being suppressed by this overwhelming power, the movement of spiritual power has become dull.

Han Nansong faced up to this terrifying aura and blocked the momentum of the mountains and seas with his own body.

The spiritual power in the dantian was running wildly, and Han Nansong stood still under this ferocious aura, as he had done thousands of times before, and firmly raised the sword in his hand.

Since he can remember, the praise of others has never left him, and the sword in his hand has accompanied him and witnessed all his shining moments, which has become an indispensable part of him.

The sword is there, the man is there, so what is there to be afraid of?

Despite the huge waves ahead, we are still willing to go forward indomitably with a three-foot green front.

The moment the spiritual power collided with the demonic energy, the surrounding land shook, and the trees with a radius of hundreds of meters were broken in half.

The aroused invisible fluctuations spread far away, using this as the center of a circle to sweep and wreak havoc around, and it took a long time to return to calm.

Han Nansong's complexion was pale, obviously this blow caused him serious internal injuries.

Even so, his standing posture is still sharp and straight, like a sharp sword in his hand.

But Gao Ni had no time to appreciate all this, taking advantage of Han Nansong's full attention on the Youtu fan before, she got caught up in Chu Yun and fled away.

Han Nansong watched Gao Ni escape, but he had to resist Youtu Fan with all his strength. He couldn't take care of himself, so he had no choice but to let Gao Ni hold Chu Yun hostage and escape.

The spiritual power was exhausted the moment it collided with the devilish energy, but there was still a small wave of devilish energy that did not dissipate, attacking Han Nansong.

Han Nansong raised his sword again, and there was a stream of blood winding down from the corner of his mouth.

That magic fan was too powerful, just resisting its attack had exhausted all Han Nansong's mind.

And he didn't notice at all that there was an extremely weird black energy wrapped in the devil energy, which sneaked into his body.