Not long after, Han Jiulin finally succeeded in breaking through the realm of the sixth level of supernatural power, and the seal set by King Qinglong in his dantian was shattered and lifted at this moment.
A huge stream of blood-colored aura then poured into Han Jiulin's internal organs and limbs from the seal, not only causing the wounds to heal quickly, but even the ribs and arm bones that had been broken by the attack returned to normal.
At the same time, the bones in Han Jiulin's body were crackling, once again producing many crystal clear and transparent meridians.
Under the healing power of this blood-colored aura, not only had Han Jiulin's injuries all over his body been completely healed, but his physique and strength had also improved in just one breath to a level that was even stronger than that of an average nine-turn magical power expert.
The spiritual energy emitted by Han Jiulin when he broke through finally caught the attention of the cultivators of the Feihong Alliance.
After a cultivator informed Qiu Xiuming, the black-skinned man immediately led a dozen people from the Feihong Alliance to where Han Jiulin was and surrounded him.
Qiu Xiuming looked at Han Jiulin on the beam and sneered, and said to him loudly: "Han Jiulin, so what if you can fly?
Now that you have no wings to fly, why waste your efforts anymore, why not let me give you a happy ending."
Han Jiulin just looked at him coldly and did not say another word.
Qiu Xiuming said with a sneer: "Han Jiulin, I will give you one last chance to commit suicide. You only need to cut your own throat now, and I can promise not to deal with your sister in the future."
"You dare to try using Ling Yun!"
Han Jiulin's eyes were extremely cold at this moment.
Qiu Xiuming laughed and said, "Why don't you dare?
You can't protect yourself at the moment. You have killed so many people in our Feihong Alliance before. Even if you are killed by me, it will not be enough to repay you. Unless you agree to kill yourself here, I can promise to save your sister Han Lingyun."
"Otherwise... although Ji Tianhua has a high level of cultivation, there are differences between men and women. He will never be able to follow your sister every day, right?
If your sister falls into our hands, it won't just be as easy as death, you can probably imagine her fate."
Qiu Xiuming still never gave up when he forced Han Jiulin to commit suicide, because if Han Jiulin died in this way, it would undoubtedly be the most fulfilling entertainment for him.
And if Han Jiulin committed suicide in the end, then the Feihong Alliance would not have to face the blame from Guangming Academy and would have a legitimate excuse to face the revenge of the Qinglong Palace.
Han Jiulin said in a deep voice: "Do you think I will believe your lies?
How can people like you keep your word?
If I die, my sister will really lose her asylum."
"Speaking of my sister, you made the wrong calculation... What I, Han Jiulin, hate the most in my life is threatening the people around me! In order to protect the people around me, I can only kill all of you bastards! This is
It's your own fault."
Han Jiulin clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were blazing, and an unprecedented murderous aura erupted from his body.
At the same time, a black energy also sensed Han Jiulin's intense anger and hatred, quickly absorbed this strong emotion and grew in Han Jiulin's body, eventually floating on the blade of the World-Destroying Demon Sword.
This black energy is the first "World-Destroying Demonic Qi" that was born since Han Jiulin practiced the World-Destroying Demonic Sword. Since the birth of this "World-Destroying Demonic Qi", it also means that Han Jiulin has finally officially mastered the World-Destroying Demonic Sword.
The essence of the knife.
Han Jiulin's own temperament also changed rapidly at this moment, and his whole person became extremely sharp and full of killing intent.
The "world-destroying demonic energy" born in Han Jiulin's body at this moment is more powerful than the ordinary king-conferring spiritual energy. Each "world-destroying demonic energy" has the power to devour all things and destroy life.
However, at this moment, the world-destroying demonic energy in Han Jiulin's body can only be used to support the world-destroying demonic sword in his dantian, and cannot be released to launch an attack.
Seeing that Han Jiulin was brazen enough to kill all of his people, a cultivator of the Feihong Alliance who was in the sixth level of magical power couldn't help but laugh and said:
"Han Jiulin, don't you look at what the situation is like now. You are surrounded by enemies on all sides, but you are alone and helpless. You want to kill us all with just your cultivation and severely injured body?
It’s simply arrogant to the point of being ridiculous!”
Before he finished speaking, he saw a silver thunderbolt coming to his side in an instant, followed by a sharp pain in his heart, he saw his body getting further and further away from him, and then his head rolled with a "clang" sound.
Fall to the ground.
"How come Han Jiulin's speed has become so fast! The silver lightning he transformed into at this moment is almost invisible. How could it be like this!"
All the cultivators in the Feihong Alliance were shaken by Han Jiulin's sudden change. They kept looking at the silver thunder that Han Jiulin transformed into, trying to capture Han Jiulin's true body, but they couldn't do it no matter what.
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Qiu Xiuming on the side couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Even with his eighth-level magical power level, he couldn't see Han Jiulin's true body at this time. He only saw a silver lightning passing by, and the Feihong Alliance beside him
His disciple died on the spot.
As Han Jiulin moved rapidly, he formed a star sword energy with the movement of his fingers. He once again came behind a disciple of the Feihong Alliance. Then he raised the sword and dropped it, instantly flying the head of a strong man in the level four magical power realm.
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As a streak of silver thunder continued to shuttle, the heads of the disciples of the Feihong Alliance were chopped off by Han Jiulin one after another with the Star Saber Qi. In the blink of an eye, scarlet blood almost dyed the entire floor of the attic red.
Within three breaths, eighteen of the cultivators under the Feihong Alliance died tragically in the hands of Han Jiulin as the silver thunder flashed.
Some of the eighteen powerful men with magical powers under the Feihong Alliance were separated at this moment, and some were cut into two pieces by Han Jiulin. They were still not fully dead, lying on the ground and wailing in pain.
The remaining cultivators from the Feihong Alliance were all trembling at this moment, feeling their knees sore and weak. Facing Han Jiulin, who was like the reincarnation of the God of Death, they had already lost the courage to fight with him, and kept retreating one after another.
"Han Jiulin! Are you so arrogant?
Die!"
Qiu Xiuming was blinded by anger at this moment. He no longer thought about forcing Han Jiulin to commit suicide. After struggling to catch Han Jiulin's true body, murderous intent surged. He condensed a pair of scarlet armor and attacked Han Jiulin.
Seeing the attack from Qiu Xiuming, a powerful person in the eighth-level magical power realm, Han Jiulin had no intention of giving way. He held a thunderbolt in his palm and struck Qiu Xiuming head-on.