"Why are you entangled with a monster?" Han Yu asked curiously. Judging from the anger of the six-clawed underworld beast, it was the two saints who provoked it.
"What fellow Daoists don't know, the demon core of the six-clawed beast can help us build a holy palace, making our practice more effective," said the white-haired old man.
"laugh!"
The white-haired old man was distracted and communicated with Han Yu. He accidentally grabbed his arm by the six-clawed beast, and the blood and water surged, causing him to take a breath of cold air.
"It actually has such effects?" Han Yu's eyes lit up.
The white-haired old man said, "My fellow Daoist has just been sanctified, right? Venus should not have formed on the holy palace. If you get the core of this monster, you will definitely be able to form a golden star on the holy palace. Let your cultivation level soar. If fellow daoists help us, after beheading this six-clawed beast, 30% can be given to fellow daoists." The white-haired old man said.
The realm of Martial Saint is a process of casting the Holy Palace. The transformation of Venus above the Holy Palace is the first process, but for people, it is a very difficult process.
Take Han Yu as an example. He once absorbed the cultivation of a first-level martial artist in the early stage of Martial Saint, and the Venus has not yet been transformed into the Holy Palace. The difficulty is evident.
Han Yu was immediately moved and said, "Okay."
After speaking, Han Yu rushed towards the six-clawed underworld beast. Han Yu took advantage of his unpreparedness and punched him on the back. Han Yu's punch used 30% of his strength, which is difficult for ordinary saints to contend against.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the six-clawed underworld beast was smashed to the ground, but the scales on its back were unscathed.
The white-haired old man and the man with white temples were both a little disappointed, the man said lukewarmly, "Although this monster only has the cultivation of a seventh-order monster emperor, its physical body is so great that it is no worse than an ordinary saint, with bare hands and empty fists. It's hard to hurt him!"
After the man finished speaking, the big knife in his hand slashed and slashed at the six-clawed beast one after another, and the sound of dangdang resounded through the mountains. hurt.
Han Yu's thoughts moved, and a wooden sword appeared, fighting the six-clawed underworld beast.
This wooden sword was made from 10,000-year-old sandalwood in the Sun family in the past. It is a set of the swords of the three daughters of Shuixianer, Masu, and Shui Linger. Han Yu has never used it. But at this time, it has been refined by Han Yu into a magic weapon of the low-level holy soldier level.
Han Yu didn't know the details of these two people, and didn't want to expose the murder of the gods. God-killing Rob is made from divine ingredients, and taking it out rashly can easily arouse the coveting of others.
Both of them glanced at the wooden sword in Han Yu's hand, but they didn't care.
Han Yu swung his Xuanwu sword, and the sword roared, smashing the void. He intends to retain his own strength, so in terms of momentum, he is weaker than the two of them.
An earth-shattering battle unfolds. The six-clawed underworld beast could still support the two of them, but with the addition of Han Yu, they soon fell behind. After more than half an hour of fighting, Han Yu cut off the head of the six-clawed underworld beast with a single stroke of luck.
The white-haired old man and the man looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. After a fight, both of them suffered serious injuries. At this time, the wounds were shining brightly, and the wounds were healing quickly.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist. If you are useful in the future, you can send me a message." The white-haired old man cupped his hands at Han Yu.
The man walked towards the six-clawed underworld beast, ready to strip the demon core.
"You're welcome, everyone takes what they need." Han Yu said lightly, walking towards the six-clawed beast.
"I told fellow Taoists just now that if you help, you can get the demon core and give it 30%. However, if you don't do much, we really can't make a difference if you give it 30%. I have a low-grade medicine here. Wang, give it to fellow Daoist as a reward." The white-haired old man took out a medicinal herb and handed it to Han Yu.
"What do you mean, you went back on your word so soon?" Han Yu sneered and looked at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man said righteously, "Fellow Daoist's words are not good. If you put in a lot of strength, we naturally have nothing to say, but you really didn't put much effort into it."
Han Yu snorted: "I killed the six-clawed beast."
The white-haired old man said, "It's just a fluke."
Han Yu's face turned cold, and he said with a slight anger, "You are looking at me as weak and easy to bully, right?"
Han Yu could see it, the other party didn't want to share the demon core of the six-clawed beast with him at all.
"Give you a low-grade medicine king, it's already a lot of face for you. If you don't know what to do, don't blame us for being rude!" The man turned and looked at Han Yu coldly.
"I want to see, how are you so rude!" Han Yu's eyes turned cold, and a murderous aura shot straight to Jiuxiao. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the white-haired old man.
"I don't know what to do!" The white-haired old man's face sank, he put away the low-grade medicine king, and raised the axe in his hand to meet Han Yu's sword.
"when!"
With a loud bang, the white-haired old man's feet were knocked into the ground, and his right palm was directly cracked.
"This..." The white-haired old man turned pale in shock, Han Yu's strength was beyond imagination.
"Shuh!" Han Yu's sword swept across his waist.
Before the white-haired old man could react, he was cut in half by Han Yu.
"Ah!" the white-haired old man shouted, one was hurt, and the other was frightened.
"Looking for death!" The man slashed towards Han Yuli with his sword, and the terrifying sword glow had the potential to break new ground.
Han Yu threw his sword in the sky and blocked the opponent's powerful blow. He slapped the palm of his left hand, and a huge handprint flew out, shaking the man upside down.
"You?" The man looked at Han Yu in disbelief. He didn't expect Han Yu to be so powerful.
"Shh!"
Han Yu slashed down with a sword, and the man hurriedly raised his sword to block it. He was hit several miles away, and left without looking back. As for the white-haired old man, when Han Yu and the man were fighting, he fused his body and fled.
After a short fight, they realized that Han Yu was no longer the two of them who could fight together, and decisively gave up the six-clawed underworld beast's demon core.
Han Yu snorted coldly, put away the sword, walked over and took out the demon core of the six-clawed underworld beast. The demon core of the six-clawed underworld beast was the size of Han Yu's fist, and it was cold when he started it, revealing a biting chill.
Han Yu put away the demon core, let the invisible dragon swallow the bloodline source energy of the six-clawed beast, and continued to search for the whereabouts of Han Zhan, Zhao Yubing and Baihu.
In the blink of an eye, it was sunset and dusk. The chill, chill, and resentment in the Blood Moon Forest increased exponentially. Even Han Yu was uncomfortable walking in it. Han Yu thought about it for a while, but left this place across the void, and waited until tomorrow to continue his search.
After leaving the Blood Moon Forest, Han Yu found a quiet cave and stayed temporarily. Take out the core of the six-clawed underworld beast and examine it carefully.
"Does the core of this monster really have the miraculous effect of casting the Holy Palace?"
Han Yu sat cross-legged and began refining the demon core.