The skin of these corpses was actually stained with a layer of extremely rich black mist, exuding a suffocating and depressing feeling.
"Haha, you know it's too late. Now be obedient and give your treasure, otherwise, there will be only death!"
The Holy Son of the Underworld showed a cruel smile.
Lin Han's heart trembled. Nether Qi is an extremely rare substance. Once it is contaminated, it will inevitably be assimilated into a member of the Nether Clan.
This made him take a breath of cold air. Fortunately, he didn't approach directly just now, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
"Boy, I advise you to do as I say, otherwise even if you have the strength of the peak soul palace realm, you are still an ant in front of me." The Holy Son of the Nether Tribe sneered.
"Really? Then try it!"
Lin Han smiled.
The blood all over his body boiled, as if it was about to burn, and he punched the Holy Son of the Underworld with an unrivaled domineering force.
The Holy Son of the Underworld's pupils shrank suddenly. He didn't expect that Lin Han still had the strength to resist.
"Nine Bends of the Styx."
The Saint Son of the Nether Tribe showed a trace of solemnity in his eyes. On his arms, chains of Netherworld iron appeared, like steel ropes, wrapped around his body.
He performed a mysterious technique, and the waves of the Styx rose from behind him.
An extremely dark river runs through the starry sky, as if it can swallow everything.
The water of the Styx River was flowing, and waves of blue water were tumbling towards Lin Han. Every time a wave of water hit the ground, it would set off a huge storm.
Lin Han's body was hit by these water waves, and a biting cold breath immediately followed his pores and eroded his internal organs and limbs.
This made Lin Han's face look a little pale.
He is worthy of being the Holy Son of the Underworld, he is truly extraordinary.
"Buddha Refining Furnace."
Lin Han gritted his teeth and used the Pagoda Refining Furnace again.
This is the most precious treasure from ancient times. It is so powerful that it can withstand the water of the Styx!
The Pagoda God Refining Furnace swelled in the wind and became extremely huge, floating above his head. A hazy purple air dropped down and enveloped him.
The Styx water lapped at the pagoda refining furnace and disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, leaving no trace behind.
"Asshole!"
The Holy Son of the Underworld cursed loudly.
Although his Nine Songs of the Styx is the highest level secret skill in the Styx lineage, after all, he has not yet reached that level.
Therefore, these Nine Bends of the Styx are more than enough to deal with ordinary peak cultivators of the Soul Palace, but it is a bit difficult to deal with Lin Han.
Lin Han took advantage of the situation to attack, holding the Nine Heavens Spear, and killed him fiercely.
This Nine Heavens Spear is a divine weapon, containing a majestic and vast energy. When it is struck down, strings of lightning appear in the void, making a crackling sound.
"The Holy Art of the Underworld!"
"Possessed by Hades!"
The Holy Son of the Nether Tribe shouted, and his body shriveled up quickly. In the blink of an eye, he changed from a handsome, handsome man to a skeleton, with an extremely evil wave emitting from his body.
Like a god of death.
He stretched out his arms and grabbed the Nine Heavens Spear with a pitch-black claw.
In an instant, a large black whirlpool seemed to descend on the sky, and the stars trembled along with it.
The brilliance of those stars seemed to be drawn by some kind of force and converged towards him.
This is the trump card of the Holy Son of the Underworld - Possession by the God of Hades, which can summon the power of the stars in the sky to increase his combat power.
The two collided together and exploded in an instant, sweeping in all directions. The entire mountain was trembling, as if it was about to collapse, and the scene was terrifying.
"Hmph, the Holy Son of the Underworld is nothing more than that."
Lin Hanhan laughed, his physical strength was far better than ordinary cultivators, not to mention that he practiced the Hongmeng God Refining Technique, and his physical strength was unparalleled.
Therefore, the moves of the Holy Son of the Underworld will not cause much harm to him.
The face of the Holy Son of the Nether Tribe turned gloomy. His possession by the Nether God could not do anything to Lin Han, which made him angry.
"I want you to die."
He gritted his teeth, his eyes were scarlet, and a thick black mist filled his body, making him look particularly ferocious.
The next moment, the Holy Son of the Nether Tribe stepped hard on the ground with the soles of his feet, and disappeared instantly like a shadow. He came to Lin Han and punched Lin Han's chest fiercely, showing a fierce anger.
The murderous intent caused the surrounding rocks to freeze into ice slag.
Lin Han noticed a strong smell of death coming over him, which made the hairs on his body stand up.
The blow from the Holy Son of the Underworld was so fierce that if he received a punch, even his physical body would not be able to withstand it.
Immediately afterwards, he ran the Zulong Taihuang Sutra, and his whole body burst into dazzling golden light, like a bright sun, drowning everything around him.
Then, he swept his right leg and struck a blow with the Holy Son of the Underworld.
Blood spattered and Lin Han took a few steps back. The tiger's mouth was cracked open and a large amount of blood flowed out.
His face turned slightly pale. He did not expect that the punch from the Holy Son of the Underworld would be so overbearing and almost broke his knees.
This made him narrow his eyes. The Holy Son of the Nether Tribe was indeed very troublesome. No wonder he became so famous in Beiming Prefecture.
"Haha, Lin Han, I know that your physical strength is strong, but this does not mean that you can compete with me. Today I will crush you to ashes."
A stern smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Holy Son of the Underworld. He rushed forward again and slapped Lin Han on the head.
His speed was so fast that it was like a ghost, and Lin Han's vision was a little blurry.
However, Lin Han punched out, and the arm of the Holy Son of the Underworld broke instantly and fell to the ground like a rotten tree.
"Ah...my hand..."
The Holy Son of the Underworld screamed miserably and curled up into a ball in pain, the pain was unbearable.
His arm was blown off by Lin Han.
"Saint Son of the Underworld, you talk too much nonsense, please die."
Lin Han grinned, jumped up, and stabbed the Nine Heavens Spear fiercely into the chest of the Holy Son of the Underworld.
Yin Hong's blood spurted out like a spring.
The face of the Holy Son of the Underworld was full of unwillingness and regret. He never thought that he would lose.
Before dying, he stared at Lin Han, gritted his teeth and roared:
"Lin Han, you dare to kill me? Just wait, I, the Nether Clan, will not forgive you. Your family and your sect will be robbed."
Finished.
His body exploded into powder with a bang and disappeared into thin air.
Lin Han frowned, the Nether Clan's behavior was indeed despicable.
If it were anyone else, there might not be anything he could do against them, but he was different.
Although the Nether Clan is huge, Lin Han is confident that he can completely destroy them by relying on the Hongmeng God Refining Technique and the Ancestral Dragon Taihuang Sutra.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Lin Han looked up at the sky.
He was keenly aware that the soul fluctuations in this area seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
"It's time to go."
Lin Han restrained his overwhelming momentum, turned into a sword light, and left here.
After returning to the sixth floor of the Tower of the Undead, Lin Han immediately walked to the seventh floor.