C66 (1/2)

In the back mountain of the palace, Han Yan had come for the second time, and she was not unfamiliar with this place. With a flash, he arrived at the top of the mountain. Looking at the immortal tower, the killing intent in Han Yan's eyes grew even stronger. As he flew towards the immortal altar, a group of royalty quickly appeared and blocked his way out. Han Yan's face sank. She didn't waste any words as she raised her head and executed the Gale Technique.

A gale blew by and all the cultivators were blown to the side, their faces as pale as paper.

Han Yan didn't even look at it. She suddenly sped up and charged straight towards the immortal altar.

Seeing Han Yan flying over, Blackstone wasn't surprised, instead she took it for granted. His left hand formed a hand seal and the fog in his right hand suddenly surged into Han Tianhe's spirit. Han Tianhe's transparent spirit body immediately became even more transparent. Because she couldn't withstand the intense pain, Han Tianhe let out a heart-wrenching cry, ”I beg you, please kill me! Kill me! ”

Hearing this voice, Han Yan's heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. ”Father …” Just as she was about to land on the immortal platform, she felt waves of intense pain in her mind, as if countless ants were biting at her soul. At this time, the spiritual energy in his body was in chaos, and his body was swaying in the air, ready to fall down at any moment.

The corner of Blackstone's mouth revealed an excited smile. He chuckled and said, ”Kid, you still don't know how powerful the Blood Forbidden Technique is! The pain your father feels, you will feel it many times over. ” At the same time, he admired Han Yan in her heart. A Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator could bear such pain, ordinary people couldn't. He didn't expect Han Yan to still be persisting.

Han Yan held his head and screamed out in pain. Because the flying sword beneath her feet had lost the input of her spiritual power, it had become dim and lifeless. Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Han Yan suddenly raised his head. Her originally blood-red eyes had turned red, like the color of blood. At the same time, the chaotic spiritual energy in her body recovered and entered the flying sword again.

Seeing Han Yan's blood-red eyes, Blackstone's body trembled, and she subconsciously took a step back.

At the side, Zhu Hong also widened his eyes as he cried out involuntarily, ”H-he's become a demon …”

Han Yan's blood-red eyes stared at the black stone. He suddenly slammed his hand towards the storage pouch at her waist and a talisman appeared in his hand. After which, it was stuck to her arm.

Blackstone's face sank as he said in surprise, ”No, that's not right. He didn't become a demon.”

Zhu Hong was confused and asked, ”He has already become like this, and he still hasn't become a demon?”

According to common sense, if a person were to become like this, they would definitely become a devil. But all demons have one characteristic, and that is mental disorder. They just want to kill. But Han Yan was different. Earlier, he didn't rush over crazily but patted the storage bag on her waist. This meant that Han Yan was still conscious.

Just as Blackstone was about to answer, Han Yan's floating figure suddenly disappeared. Blackstone cried out in alarm, ”Not good!” With that, her figure flashed and appeared 100 feet away.

Zhu Hong's reaction was slow. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong with Blackstone, he felt his body turn cold. He quickly turned around and saw Han Yan standing behind him.

”You …” Zhu Hong's eyes widened. Han Yan was just a thousand feet away, how could she suddenly appear behind him, and so suddenly, without even a trace of Qi?