Chapter: 1166
Sensing this aura from Ye Han, Tianlong's people were also bursting with terrifying killing intent.
"Kill them!"
As soon as Lin Qi gave the order, his face was like that of Shura. At this moment, he also urgently needed to release his murderous aura, and the people of the Jin family became his best targets. In an instant, the screams of the members of the Jin family resounded in the night sky. Tonight, the Jin family of Bangzi Kingdom is destined to be wiped out by Lin Qi.
The entire Jin family, facing the killing god Lin Qi, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to resist, even Kim Zhengxian was killed, Ye Han did not open his mouth to keep him, Lin Qi's killing of the Jin family, Ye Han didn't stop it either.
In less than half an hour, no one from the Jin family survived. Lin Qi's attack would naturally kill the grass and roots without leaving any hidden dangers. The air above the entire Jin family was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The Jin family had Lin Qi to do it, but Ye Han ignored it, and the group returned to the hotel again.
"Right now even the holy beast White Tiger has fallen into the hands of the Holy Land Kunlun." The Sword God said with emotion; "It's a pity that the old boy Huangfu Qitian escaped!"
"Sword God, please help me find him, don't kill him, because if there is a chance, I will kill him with my own hands!" Ye Han looked angry, if Huangfu Qitian hadn't messed up the situation, he would have used tricks on the holy beast Baihu, Perhaps tonight, the two Venerables Xuan and Huang will not be able to take away the holy beast White Tiger.
"No problem, even if he escapes, I can still find him. My sword will help me track down his aura." The Sword God squeezed the saber in his hand, looked at Ye Han and said; "Look Open up a little, as long as you are still there, they still have hope."
"I know." Ye Han nodded, stood in front of the window and looked at the night sky outside, and said; "They all have hope in me, so no matter what I go through, I won't let them down."
"It's good if you can think like this." Sword God said; "I will follow Huangfu Qitian all the time, so that he can never stop, until you have the ability to face him in person, that is the time of his death."
After finishing speaking, the sword god has already flitted out of the window. Huangfu Qitian was seriously injured, so he must still be in Bangzi Kingdom. Now is the best time to track down Huangfu Qitian.
Zhao Hengtian said at this time; "Ye Han, the matter on the Bangzi Country is over, so when will we leave for the west?"
"Tomorrow morning." Ye Han said with a cold light in his eyes; "Brother Zhao, go and prepare some air tickets. We will fly to the West tomorrow morning. No one can be our stumbling block!"
In the dark night, in the hotel, in Ye Han's room.
On the bed, Ye Han closed his eyes tightly. In his mind, he was reminiscing about the artistic conception of hovering on the edge of life and death when facing Huangfu Qitian. This artistic conception is exactly what Ye Han needs to comprehend. Ye Han can truly control the Longevity Sword with artistic conception, and that artistic conception is also a super powerful attack method.
It's just that, without being there to feel the artistic conception of hovering on the edge of life and death, no matter how Ye Han tried to recall the scene at that time, he couldn't bring himself into it, and missed the point.
"It seems that if you want to comprehend that kind of artistic conception, you have to experience the situation of hovering on the edge of life and death again." Ye Han slowly opened his eyes, and comprehended the word "Jianya" in Wuxu. Artistic conception is extremely powerful. Although it is only a kind of artistic conception, if one can comprehend it, its power is no small matter.
It's just that if you want to comprehend, unless Ye Han experiences that life-and-death situation again, it means that Ye Han has to 'die again', and realize the true meaning of this artistic conception from the edge of life and death.
Unable to comprehend that artistic conception, Ye Han could only give up temporarily.
Immediately, a gleaming golden triangular stone appeared in Ye Han's hands. The whole body of this stone was golden, like a piece of gold, but its color was purer than gold. Power is spreading out, this sharp power is more terrifying than any sharp weapon in this world.
Ye Han's gaze was fixed on this golden-shaped stone. He had heard about this golden-shaped stone from the mouth of the dignitary Xiyao. Peng Zu had this stone at the beginning, and he lived to be 800 years old. And it was precisely through absorbing the power from the golden-shaped stone that he wounded the Holy King of the Holy Land of Kunlun.
Both Xi Yao and the holy beast Baihu admired this stone so much, which made Ye Han realize the importance of the golden-shaped stone, and the holy beast Baihu also said that the golden-shaped stone is not easy, even if he goes to another world in the future, This stone is also a supreme treasure.
Ye Han held the golden-shaped stone tightly in his hand, and then he slowly closed his eyes. The holy beast Baihu wanted to help him find this stone regardless of the danger. He must not let the other party's efforts go to waste. The power in the shaped stone, he must turn it into his own power.
As Ye Han began to practice, the golden light suddenly exploded on the golden-shaped stone, making Ye Han's entire room seem to be immersed in a golden ocean, and Ye Han's body was covered with a golden layer. Xiaguang, majestic, like a golden god of war.
Looking out of the window, in Ye Han's room, the golden light flickered on and off, giving people an extremely weird feeling.
"What kind of power is this?"
At this moment, in the three rooms adjacent to Ye Han, Zhao Hengtian, Leng Wufei, and Ji Potian woke up from their practice at the same time, and the fluctuation of that kind of power was passed over, making them feel as if there was a hanging tree hanging above their heads. A sword could fall down at any time and take people's lives. This was the first time they felt such a terrifying sharp power.
"It's Ye Han." Zhao Hengtian looked in the direction of Ye Han's room. The terrifying sharp power was transmitted from Ye Han's room. Immediately, Zhao Hengtian got up and left him. He came to guard the door of Ye Han's room, although Zhao Hengtian didn't know what kind of power Ye Han was cultivating, but at this moment, he undoubtedly couldn't be disturbed.
Leng Wufei and Ji Potian also walked over from both sides, their thoughts were the same as Zhao Hengtian's. JrNovels.com
"Kill them!"
As soon as Lin Qi gave the order, his face was like that of Shura. At this moment, he also urgently needed to release his murderous aura, and the people of the Jin family became his best targets. In an instant, the screams of the members of the Jin family resounded in the night sky. Tonight, the Jin family of Bangzi Kingdom is destined to be wiped out by Lin Qi.
The entire Jin family, facing the killing god Lin Qi, was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to resist, even Kim Zhengxian was killed, Ye Han did not open his mouth to keep him, Lin Qi's killing of the Jin family, Ye Han didn't stop it either.
In less than half an hour, no one from the Jin family survived. Lin Qi's attack would naturally kill the grass and roots without leaving any hidden dangers. The air above the entire Jin family was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The Jin family had Lin Qi to do it, but Ye Han ignored it, and the group returned to the hotel again.
"Right now even the holy beast White Tiger has fallen into the hands of the Holy Land Kunlun." The Sword God said with emotion; "It's a pity that the old boy Huangfu Qitian escaped!"
"Sword God, please help me find him, don't kill him, because if there is a chance, I will kill him with my own hands!" Ye Han looked angry, if Huangfu Qitian hadn't messed up the situation, he would have used tricks on the holy beast Baihu, Perhaps tonight, the two Venerables Xuan and Huang will not be able to take away the holy beast White Tiger.
"No problem, even if he escapes, I can still find him. My sword will help me track down his aura." The Sword God squeezed the saber in his hand, looked at Ye Han and said; "Look Open up a little, as long as you are still there, they still have hope."
"I know." Ye Han nodded, stood in front of the window and looked at the night sky outside, and said; "They all have hope in me, so no matter what I go through, I won't let them down."
"It's good if you can think like this." Sword God said; "I will follow Huangfu Qitian all the time, so that he can never stop, until you have the ability to face him in person, that is the time of his death."
After finishing speaking, the sword god has already flitted out of the window. Huangfu Qitian was seriously injured, so he must still be in Bangzi Kingdom. Now is the best time to track down Huangfu Qitian.
Zhao Hengtian said at this time; "Ye Han, the matter on the Bangzi Country is over, so when will we leave for the west?"
"Tomorrow morning." Ye Han said with a cold light in his eyes; "Brother Zhao, go and prepare some air tickets. We will fly to the West tomorrow morning. No one can be our stumbling block!"
In the dark night, in the hotel, in Ye Han's room.
On the bed, Ye Han closed his eyes tightly. In his mind, he was reminiscing about the artistic conception of hovering on the edge of life and death when facing Huangfu Qitian. This artistic conception is exactly what Ye Han needs to comprehend. Ye Han can truly control the Longevity Sword with artistic conception, and that artistic conception is also a super powerful attack method.
It's just that, without being there to feel the artistic conception of hovering on the edge of life and death, no matter how Ye Han tried to recall the scene at that time, he couldn't bring himself into it, and missed the point.
"It seems that if you want to comprehend that kind of artistic conception, you have to experience the situation of hovering on the edge of life and death again." Ye Han slowly opened his eyes, and comprehended the word "Jianya" in Wuxu. Artistic conception is extremely powerful. Although it is only a kind of artistic conception, if one can comprehend it, its power is no small matter.
It's just that if you want to comprehend, unless Ye Han experiences that life-and-death situation again, it means that Ye Han has to 'die again', and realize the true meaning of this artistic conception from the edge of life and death.
Unable to comprehend that artistic conception, Ye Han could only give up temporarily.
Immediately, a gleaming golden triangular stone appeared in Ye Han's hands. The whole body of this stone was golden, like a piece of gold, but its color was purer than gold. Power is spreading out, this sharp power is more terrifying than any sharp weapon in this world.
Ye Han's gaze was fixed on this golden-shaped stone. He had heard about this golden-shaped stone from the mouth of the dignitary Xiyao. Peng Zu had this stone at the beginning, and he lived to be 800 years old. And it was precisely through absorbing the power from the golden-shaped stone that he wounded the Holy King of the Holy Land of Kunlun.
Both Xi Yao and the holy beast Baihu admired this stone so much, which made Ye Han realize the importance of the golden-shaped stone, and the holy beast Baihu also said that the golden-shaped stone is not easy, even if he goes to another world in the future, This stone is also a supreme treasure.
Ye Han held the golden-shaped stone tightly in his hand, and then he slowly closed his eyes. The holy beast Baihu wanted to help him find this stone regardless of the danger. He must not let the other party's efforts go to waste. The power in the shaped stone, he must turn it into his own power.
As Ye Han began to practice, the golden light suddenly exploded on the golden-shaped stone, making Ye Han's entire room seem to be immersed in a golden ocean, and Ye Han's body was covered with a golden layer. Xiaguang, majestic, like a golden god of war.
Looking out of the window, in Ye Han's room, the golden light flickered on and off, giving people an extremely weird feeling.
"What kind of power is this?"
At this moment, in the three rooms adjacent to Ye Han, Zhao Hengtian, Leng Wufei, and Ji Potian woke up from their practice at the same time, and the fluctuation of that kind of power was passed over, making them feel as if there was a hanging tree hanging above their heads. A sword could fall down at any time and take people's lives. This was the first time they felt such a terrifying sharp power.
"It's Ye Han." Zhao Hengtian looked in the direction of Ye Han's room. The terrifying sharp power was transmitted from Ye Han's room. Immediately, Zhao Hengtian got up and left him. He came to guard the door of Ye Han's room, although Zhao Hengtian didn't know what kind of power Ye Han was cultivating, but at this moment, he undoubtedly couldn't be disturbed.
Leng Wufei and Ji Potian also walked over from both sides, their thoughts were the same as Zhao Hengtian's. JrNovels.com
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