Han Xiao didn't hear Qin Wuyue's exclamation, nor could he hear the sound outside Tianxin Island, but he was still extremely nervous when he looked at the thing happening in front of him now, and the enemy he encountered today could really be said to be the most powerful one Han Xiao had ever been on the path of cultivation since he really set foot on the path of cultivation. In the past, Han Xiao had certainly encountered many Tongxuan Realm cultivators, and even many of them were powerhouses of the Tongxuan Realm who practiced the real Tongxuan Gong method like Hong Cheng, but he had never seen such a powerhouse as this white-robed middle-aged man in front of him.

But now, although the middle-aged methods of the white robe have given him great coercion, I have to admit that it is indeed very deterrent for him to start writing and painting out of thin air with a brush, but when he saw the qiē in front of him, Han Xiao's expression did not change, but his mind was very complicated.

What this guy has mastered should be a means of his special cultivation, or a special inheritance of his genre, an unknown language used by the white-robed middle-aged man when he drew talismans out of thin air with a brush, and the lines drawn looked very weird, but the faint Han Xiao saw a very familiar shadow in it, and the more he watched the other party perform, the more familiar he felt.

"Shenwen?" Han Xiao thought to himself, the strange lines drawn in the air by the other party's brush really looked like the feeling of Shenwen.

"Spell Spirit, get up!" The white-robed middle-aged man finally stopped what he was doing, and what appeared in front of him at this moment was a pattern that looked very messy, composed of dozens of strangely shaped lines, if it wasn't for a closer look, it even felt like a mess appeared in mid-air. It's just that when the white-robed middle-aged man spit out the word "Qi", the chaotic-looking pattern immediately disappeared between heaven and earth, and then where the pattern disappeared, a huge cloak appeared very abruptly in front of people.

It was a bare cloak, and the cloak looked empty and empty, but the two sleeves of the cloak were waving out of thin air, and instantly a huge scythe appeared on the right hand of the cloak, but the scythe also appeared out of thin air, and there was not even any contact with the cloak. Now it feels like there is indeed a person in this cloak, but it is like an invisible person.

"This is the curse. "The current scene is very amazing, the cloak is at least three feet high, it looks extremely tall, and the most important thing is that there is no human figure in it at all, which is naturally very coercive. But Han Xiao looked at Yiqiē in front of him, but he had a feeling as if he was watching a play.

Han Xiao tentatively cast a spell, although his talent was not good, but he still had some shallow low-level spells, and as a result, the low-level spells naturally could not have any impact on this huge spell spirit, and since this spell spirit appeared, the white-robed middle-aged man seemed to have decided that this battle would definitely be won, and even a slight sneer had appeared on his face. This smiling tiger has persevered until now, and finally revealed his fierce side.

"To see this kind of killing move of the spell technique, you kid can be regarded as feasting on your eyes. The white-robed middle-aged man said in a deep voice, and his tone became very strange at this time. Then his right hand continued to draw spells out of thin air, each shot was a few simple lines, but the huge spell spirit seemed to be psychic, with the white-robed middle-aged shot, the spell spirit also began to cast all kinds of strange spells, and even now people can't tell whether this is a spell or an evil spell.

The battlefield was full of yin winds, and now even those Xuanxuan Realm powerhouses standing behind the white-robed middle-aged man also changed slightly, the combat power that this guy exerted in this battle was really amazing, and every blow of the spell spirit was as fast as lightning, as long as the white-robed middle-aged man completed the spell, the spell spirit would suddenly raise his hand, and then a ghost head suddenly appeared, and then hit Han Xiao like lightning. In the attention of everyone, there have been no less than a dozen ghost heads hitting Han Xiao, not that he didn't dodge, but he couldn't dodge at all.

At this time, flames had begun to burn outside Han Xiao's body, but this time it was not Han Xiao's own fire power, but a faint green flame burning, which looked very terrifying.

"Boy, don't blame me for being ruthless, it's really that you are careful that there are too many strange places on your body, and only by using spells and ghosts can you tell all your secrets. The white-robed middle-aged man had a hideous smile on his face, and thought secretly in his heart.

In fact, he didn't need to use such a powerful method, you must know that although he seemed to be walking around in this battle now, it was also very expensive for him to cast the spell, but when he thought of those strange methods on Han Xiao's body, he was very warm, the spell spirit ghost fire was actually an evil art, but once it was successfully cast, it could almost achieve the effect of soul searching, which was already a means against the sky among the powerhouses of the Xuan Realm.

Han Xiao felt very strange now, the ghost fire was constantly burning outside his body, but the ghost fire was extremely cold, but there was a burning pain in his body, as if this ghost fire was burning in his body. The spell spirits in mid-air still kept shooting, and those ghost heads couldn't dodge at all, and in the end, Han Xiao didn't even dodge, just stood in place, looking as if he had given up, and as if he was watching a good show.

"The art of spells, could it be that the founding ancestor of the spell art was a member of the tribe, or was he simply a member of the tribe?" Just when everyone thought that Han Xiao was already sitting and waiting to die, his mind was thinking about these things.

Suddenly, a black light was released from the eyes of the white-robed middle-aged man, and the brush in his hand stopped waving after drawing a set of very complex patterns, and the spell spirit in the sky raised his hand suddenly, and the sickle in the hand of the spell spirit was thrown out violently at this time, and what flew out was only the head of the sickle, and the head of the knife and the blade were connected by a black chain, and the change was between the electric light and flint, and the huge sickle head instantly slashed on Han Xiao's shoulder, and the dark green ghost fire that Han Xiao had been burning on his body also became extremely vigorous at this moment, and Han Xiao's whole person now looks like a fire man, but a green fire man。

But until now, Han Xiao's face did not show any pain, he had a good look from beginning to end, and he even smiled when the scythe slashed his shoulder, and suddenly asked, "Is this spell technique original to you?"

"What?" The white-robed middle-aged man was suddenly stunned, not knowing whether he was surprised by Han Xiao's question or surprised by Han Xiao's ability to speak.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just asking, who created this spell technique of yours, is it you, and who is the ancestor of your founding sect?" Han Xiao continued to ask, as if he didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, and now the even more bizarre situation was that he was as if he was not injured at all.

The white-robed middle-aged man's face became more and more ugly, and the brush that had been put away was actually sacrificed again, followed by a set of extremely complicated spells, but at this time, Han Xiao suddenly raised his hand, and a sickle buckled on his eyelids, just looked at the other party so straightly, but after the white-robed middle-aged man made a move, there was no change on the battlefield.

"Don't want to say it?" or can't you say it?" Han Xiao seemed to be smiling, seeing that the other party was still reluctant to speak, he also said to himself: "It seems that I think too much, if it is really a person from the tribe, it is impossible to create this kind of vicious evil art, it is estimated that some Heavenly Destiny Master suddenly fell into the evil way, and this kind of spell art appeared with the divine creation zào evil art." ”

Han Xiao's very plain sentence is that he said the true origin of the spell technique, the reason why the spell art makes people talk about it is because this is a set of means formed by the fusion of divine and evil arts, if you want to practice the magic of the spell itself, you need to cultivate the evil skill, and at the same time, you need to master the power of the divine text, but even people who know a little bit of the divine text will desperately want to become a heavenly destiny master, want to engrave the life pattern for people, and a few people will try to study this evil art. However, I have to say that once the art of spells is cultivated, it can indeed kill people invisibly.

"Exterminate!" the white-robed middle-aged man suddenly roared, and Han Xiao's attitude made him panic.

It's a pity that Han Xiao's face suddenly showed a little regret: "Since you are not a tribesman and dare to use evil magic to trick me, don't blame me for being rude." Before the words fell, I saw Han Xiao suddenly stretch out his right hand, and the two fingers together began to go back and forth in mid-air at a very fast speed, and golden light appeared with his fingers, and soon formed strange lines in mid-air, if you look at the complexity and number of lines alone, Han Xiao is not as good as the white-robed middle-aged Cheng Dù, but when he made a move, the white-robed middle-aged man shouted loudly: "Shenwen, you can also spell?"

"Hey, I'm not using a charm, I'm using the power of a true divine script. Han Xiao suddenly smiled, and finally pointed out the last point of light in his right hand, and in an instant, a six-pointed star pattern appeared in mid-air, he didn't shout any spells, but said calmly: "It's time to change your game after burning me for so long." After speaking, the six-pointed star dissipated instantly, and the green fire on Han Xiao's body suddenly subsided somehow, but the next moment, the huge spell spirit in the sky suddenly burned green fire, and the fire instantly expanded, covering the spell spirit almost in the blink of an eye, and the green fire burned out very quickly, and the spell spirit disappeared into the heaven and earth without making a sound.

At the same time as the spell spirit dissipated, the white-robed middle-aged man's face changed abruptly, his face was black, and finally he spit out a large mouthful of black blood with a "wow", and when he looked at Han Xiao, his eyes were full of fear: "How is it possible, you can also spell?"

"I said I wasn't using a charm. Han Xiao still smiled faintly, and when he spoke, his right hand pointed out a point of light out of thin air: "It's unfortunate, I'm just a Heavenly Destiny Master." ”