"It must be him. Among the younger generation of cultivators in the Canglan Empire, only Han Jiulin from the Qinglong Palace has the extraordinary ability to kill Uncle Zhu Meng in one blow!"
"Yes, this son has a ruthless nature. Even the Feihonghou Meng Haoran in the Canglan Empire was tortured to death by him in broad daylight and in full view of the public. The whole family of Feihonghou Mansion was wiped out. He is really a bad person.
Deal with the murderer!"
"This Han Jiulin of the Qinglong Palace is extraordinary. It is even said that he does not even take the dog emperor of the Canglan Empire in his eyes. After killing Feihong Hou Meng Haoran, he can still die in the court.
Retreat, no one can do anything about it so far.”
"Yes... Not only Meng Haoran, but also several powerful kings in the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect died in the hands of this murderer. He is now guarding outside the city. If he wants to break through this city gate... I'm afraid it will be difficult.
It’s getting even harder!”
Han Jiulin's reputation has spread all over the world since he killed Meng Haoran. Now, both the princes and disciples in the empire and the cultivators of the major sects are quite afraid of him and are unwilling to provoke this murderous god.
The ordinary cultivators in Tiandao City are naturally very wary of him and are unwilling to confront this murderer.
If they knew that Han Jiulin, under the guise of Gongzi Lin, had killed Li Tianlu, the top master in Da Nei, Xuan Yinhou, the commander of the Shenwu Xuanxiang Knight Camp, and Jin Yangxu, the commander of the Wild Beast War Slaughter Camp, and brought them to
All the wild beasts and the masters of the massacre camp were killed, and I am afraid that their livers and gallbladders were already split with fear at this moment.
When Huangfu Zhirou saw Han Jiulin waking up, he killed the Nanmanzi leader to pieces in a blink of an eye. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Then he trotted forward and threw himself into Han Jiulin's arms, saying:
"You are a heartless person who only cares about your own practice. Do you know that I almost wanted to die to keep my innocence?"
Han Jiulin touched Huangfu Zhirou's dark and smooth long hair comfortingly, then patted her back and said:
"It's my fault. I didn't expect the alliance army assembled by the Demon Cult to attack outside the imperial capital so quickly. Don't be afraid, am I not here now?"
As soon as Han Jiulin finished speaking, the rumble of war drums sounded again on the other side, and then Yan Queshan rode a sixth-grade spiritual beast and led hundreds of meters of sergeants riding various ferocious spiritual beasts towards the imperial capital.
"Han Jiulin is the right-wing general who led the army to encircle and suppress Minglu Mountain in our Tiandao City. He has an undying grudge against our Tiandao City. Since he is here, we will kill him today to avenge the original siege of Tiandao City.
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Although the ordinary cultivators under the Tiandao Sect did not want to provoke Han Jiulin, the murderous god, they could not disobey Yan Queshan's military orders. In desperation, they had no choice but to draw their weapons and attack Han Jiulin.
"Zhirou, although those group of madmen are powerful, they can't do anything to me.
Don't worry, just wait here and I will come as soon as I go."
Han Jiulin smiled like a spring breeze blowing on his face. After letting go of Huangfu Zhirou, he used the "Six Absolute Spiritual Energy" to form an invisible barrier to protect her body, making it impossible for those young people to get close.
Then, he immediately used the "Eight-Thunder Body" to transform into a silvery thunder, and in an instant, he attacked and killed the Daocheng army head-on.
In the blink of an eye, Han Jiulin transformed into a silver-white thunder and used the "Eternal Reincarnation" he had just comprehended. The swords crisscrossed and formed a purgatory cage across the endless space, blocking all the Tiandao City troops in the moat.
In the blink of an eye, the bodies of hundreds of cultivators were shattered by the energy of the World-Destroying Sword, and turned into a ball of blood mist that merged into Han Jiulin's body, and was continuously absorbed and refined by the World-Destroying Demonic Sword.
The soldiers guarding the city on the city wall couldn't help but be stunned when they saw the scene in front of them, and they couldn't believe what they saw.
Although they knew that Han Jiulin was powerful in cultivation, they never expected that Han Jiulin could single-handedly stop the hundreds of thousands of troops gathered outside the imperial capital in Tiandao City.
These city guard sergeants had originally seen the rebels organized by the Bloodthirsty Demon Sect attacking outside the imperial capital, and were ready to fight to the death. However, they never expected that these Tiandao City rebels were actually cut into pieces by this young prince from the Qinglong Palace.
They were slaughtered like melons.
However, in less than half an hour, countless rebels in Tiandao City had died in battle. The moat outside the imperial capital had been dyed blood red, and countless severed limbs were scattered on the ground. It was like a purgatory on earth.
Han Jiulin was able to fight fiercely with the masters of the seventh-grade King Realm when he was in the fourth-grade King Realm. Now his fighting power is even more extraordinary, far beyond the expectations of everyone in Tiandao City.
Judging from Han Jiulin's current combat power, no matter how many ordinary cultivators there are, they will not pose the slightest threat to him. The more enemies come, they will only add countless more souls killed by the sword.
Seeing Han Jiulin charging into the crowd like a purgatory Shura, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of his fellow disciples, even Yan Queshan, who ordered the attack, was so frightened by Han Jiulin's current momentum that cold sweat broke out from his back.
"Retreat, retreat quickly! Han Jiulin, the murderer, wants to use the energy and blood on our bodies to practice his Beiming Demonic Art. Don't continue to waste your lives!"
Yan Queshan felt regretful at this moment. He had thought that Han Jiulin and the royal princess were just two people, and even a mouthful of spit from each of them was enough to drown the two of them, so he ordered an attack on them.
If he had known that ordering a war with Han Jiulin would lead to the current situation, he would not have spoken casually even if he was beaten to death.
"Want to leave?
I’m afraid it’s not that easy now!”
Han Jiulin moved in search of the sound, and immediately locked onto the aura on Yan Queshan's body, and then instantly used the "Machine Locking Teleportation Step" to reach the sky above Yan Queshan's head.
Before this direct disciple of the sect leader of Tiandao City could react, Han Jiulin grabbed a human head tightly, and then the blood and energy in his body flowed upward uncontrollably, turning into a mummy in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Han Jiulin's methods were so terrifying, the cultivators in Tiandao City were frightened out of their wits. Their morale had already been shattered, they had lost all will to fight, and they all fled in a hurry.
Just when the fighting spirit of the army composed of Tiandao City cultivators collapsed, a white light fell from the sky above the clouds in the blink of an eye, and then an old man with white beard and hair but full of energy came outside the imperial capital.
When the old man saw that Tiandao City's army had not yet invaded the imperial capital, they were being killed in rivers of blood. He couldn't help but burst into anger. He immediately stared at Han Jiulin who was killing him and shouted sternly:
"Little thief, don't be so arrogant, this Taoist Master is coming to take your life!"
The person who came was the only one of the seven avenue masters of Tiandao City who had a lucky escape during the imperial army's siege of Tiandao City. Among the seven avenue masters, he was the Taoist master of Taiyuan Peak who was the most powerful in cultivation.