If Yin Jinchan had fought against Han Yu with all her strength, she would not have been knocked out so easily by Han Yu. It was her fault that she believed in her own defense too much and thought it would be okay to take a blow from Han Yu, but it was a tragedy.
Han Yu took off Yin Jinchan's Qiankun bag, erased his imprint, penetrated with the power of his soul, and found that Zixiao Shensha and Biluo Cold Liquid were still there, Han Yu finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Yin Jinchan obviously wanted to keep Zixiao Shensha and Biluo Cold Liquid for his own use, and did not hand them over to the top of Tianchan Sect.
Han Yu took out Zixiao Shensha and Biluo Cold Liquid, and transferred some of Yin Jinchan's other valuable treasures into his Qiankun bag, and then left quickly with Yin Jinchan.
Han Yu returned to the place where Yin Yimeng was imprisoned before. Yin Yimeng did not commit suicide, but leaned on a stone with a dead gray face. Seeing Han Yu walking in, his eyes were full of resentment.
"Look who I brought?" Han Yu threw Yin Jinchan at Yin Yimeng.
"Sister?" Yin Yimeng was shocked and roared: "Han Yu, what kind of grudge do you have against me, don't hurt my sister!"
"What kind of hatred? What do you think?" Han Yu looked at Yin Yimeng gloomily and said, "I never hurt your sisters' hearts, but you forced everything. How you end up depends on you both. Heavenly Zen people, can you cooperate?"
Yin Yimeng hugged Yin Jinchan and cried bitterly. She has never regretted it like she does today, but there is no regret medicine in the world.
The sun went down, and the sky was covered with fiery clouds, red as blood, a little scary.
Heavenly Zen Buddhism is about to be dyed red. Some old people stopped and watched. They have lived in Tianchan for decades, and they have never seen such a scene, and they have a vague feeling of unease.
"Heavenly Zen Sect leader, please come out and see!"
Suddenly, a Lang Lang's voice passed over the sky of Zen Zen. The sound was thick and mixed, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. It spread to every corner of Zen Zen, and everyone could hear it clearly.
Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the voice outside the mountain gate for the first time. There was an uproar for a while. As the overlord of the Tianchan Sect, it has been a big shock to Xiling for thousands of years. Others are respectful, standing directly outside the mountain gate like today, shouting, and asking the sect leader to go out to see it once happened.
This is a great contempt for Zen Buddhism, and the person who listens to the voice and speaks is not very old.
The patrol and escort of Tianchan Sect rushed to kill immediately, but the top of Tianchan Sect did nothing. I just thought it was someone who didn't know what to do.
Outside the mountain gate of Tianchan Sect, Yima Pingchuan is a huge basin. A large river flows in front of the mountain gate, rushing endlessly. Within the basin, there are countless fields, planted with makers, the rice is golden, the evening wind blows, and the golden waves sway.
In the sky above the field, a young man in white stood hanging in the air, dressed in a graceful manner. His body is tall and straight, his face is cut like a knife, and his eyes are as bright as stars in the night sky. With his hands behind his back, he looked at Tian Zen Sect with a calm and calm look.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
More than a dozen voices and shadows rushed out and stopped at the young man's hundred feet away. They lined up in a row, each with extraordinary temperament and strong aura.
"The daring madman came here to make a noise, quickly report the name!" The leading man shouted in a deep voice.
"You don't deserve to know my name. Ask Yin Shouyi to come out to see me." The young man said indifferently, dismissing the dozen or so people.
"kill!"
The leading man roared angrily and immediately attacked the young man.
If the other party dares to call their leader by name, you don't need to think about it to know that they are here to find fault. No matter what the youth's origins are, they will be killed first and then replayed.
Among the more than ten young people, the weakest were those of the fifth level of Wu Zun, and the leading youth was even more of the seventh level of Wu Zun. They quickly outflanked the youth with a terrifying aura.
But the young man's face did not change, he raised his hand and patted the void, and suddenly a large golden palm was formed, and it was photographed overwhelmingly.
"Ahh..."
Suddenly, countless screams rang out.
With just one palm, the young man killed more than ten people without any hesitation. Everyone turned into a rain of blood under the golden big handprint, dyeing the golden rice below red, which contrasted with the sunset in the sky.
Many people in Tianchan Sect's mountain gate watched, and their eyes widened in shock at this scene. The other party actually came to Tianchan to teach the mountain gate to kill people, which is unimaginable.
"Yin Shouyi, come out and see you!" The young man shouted loudly, and the terrifying sound waves shook the heads of many young disciples in the mountain gate.
"Bold madman, how dare you come to my heaven to teach the wild!"
"The younger generation, how can you be presumptuous!"
Several loud shouts came, and several figures rushed out from the inner area of Tianchan Sect. One of them was relatively close, and a few flashes went outside the mountain gate. With a throw of his right hand, the sword in his hand turned into a stream of light, taking the young man's head straight.
Suddenly, a bronze-colored spear appeared in the young man's hand, slanted it, and smashed it on the blade. The sword whirled and flew out.
Holding a long spear, the young man rushed to the man in a few steps and pierced his chest with a shot.
"Wu Zun's peak dares to make mistakes!" The man snorted coldly, his body shook, and Wu Wang's powerful breath erupted, and his probing hand directly grabbed the spear.
"Om!" The long spear shook, and the rays of light were brilliant, releasing the terrifying aura of the soldiers of the low-level king.
The man changed color slightly and hurriedly dodged to avoid it, but it was too late. After the spear shook his arm, it pierced through his body.
"Stop the thief!" The people who rushed behind were all shocked and roared.
The young man was indifferent, and the long spear was raised to pick up the man. The young man twisted his hand slightly, and there was a loud bang, and the man's body exploded and was torn apart.
This bloody and cruel scene frightened some young disciples of Tianchan to tremble in their calves.
"Yan Ge's Qingyan grab, why is it in your hands?" A man from the second level of Wu Wang rushed out, staring at the spear in the young man's hand and exclaimed.
Yan Ge followed Yin Chang into the Xuantian realm, and his life and death were unknown. The man couldn't figure out why even if he wanted to break his head.
"Whoosh whoosh..." The two of them killed again. Seeing the long spear in the young man's hand, they were all astonished. They could see at a glance that this long spear was Yan Ge's natal magic weapon, the Blue Flame Spear.
"Evil thief, no matter who you are, I will smash your body into ten thousand pieces today!" One of them roared and was about to kill the young man. But was pulled by another person. Although now everyone wants to kill the young man quickly, but this person holds the blue flame gun in his hand, which is unusual.
"Who are you?" one asked.
This is the question of everyone in the Tianchan Sect. When they come to the door, they shout to see the leader, and then they start killing people. They all want to know who this madman is.
The young man said lightly, "Han Yu!"