Burst.

Han Chao's expression turned pale for a moment, and with a wow, he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

However, he was in danger, his eyes were closed, and his divine consciousness had already escaped into the space of the sea of knowledge, and into the soul of his daylight glazed treasure body.

At the same time, the illusion also turned into a white light and shot in.

"Hahahaha! Heaven will not kill me! My Wu Clan will rise again after hundreds of millions of years! My Emperor Jiang is a god who has come back from the dead, and wants to occupy the entire Star Spirit Continent and transform hundreds of millions of living beings into the dead soldiers of my Wu Clan! On that day, I will let the Immortal Court be shattered! Trample the Heavenly Immortal Emperor under my feet and surrender to me!"

In the space of Zhihai, the sky shook, and bursts of strange black gas condensed, eerie, exuding a terrifying aura.

It felt like being alone, in the deep mountains and dense forests with high night darkness and high winds, and crashed into a cemetery. There was a little green ghostly fire, and at the same time, a hair-raising shrill scream sounded in my ears.

The long-haired ghost with a blue face and fangs appears at any time.

With that burst of sympathetic laughter, a huge black-faced demon god appeared in the middle of the sea of knowledge.

It is like a mountain, with two spiral horns and three large green eyes on its face. Each eyeball is glued together by two pupils, forming an '8'-shaped penetrating pupil.

It's as big as a grinding disc.

Other than that, it has no mouth, no nose, no ears, and green eyes that turn around, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Looking at its body again, it actually has eight arms, as red as blood, and a black one swims on its chest, which is extremely strange.

And it only has one leg, and it's still heeled!

"Are you a remnant of the primeval witch clan, or one of the twelve evil gods of the Netherworld?"

In the distance, Han Chao stood in mid-air, standing side by side with Phantom, frowning and asking softly. This situation did not come as a surprise to him.

When refining the blood of the true dragon and devouring the essence blood of the Kun Demon Ape, he also encountered a wisp of remnant soul consciousness left in the blood, which can also be said to be a spiritual imprint.

Now, at this moment, it is not surprising that the Eight Candle Pills of the Sparrow Spirit have a residual divine sense.

"Hmph, I am one of the twelve evil gods of the Netherworld! I am the supreme true god worshiped by the primeval witch clan, just a human race, don't hurry up and kneel down, surrender to my divine power, and avoid the suffering of soul devouring!"

The remnant soul of the evil god snorted coldly, his eyes were empty, and he looked at Han Chao condescendingly, as if looking at an ant.

Not at all.

"Forget it! It's a waste of time to talk to you remnants!

Hearing this, Han Chao shook his head and changed his body, and the person had already turned into a spirit phoenix and charged out.

As for how to refine the remnant soul, he was already familiar with it.

Anyway, this is his home field, and he can change it at will when his mind moves. In addition, in the dark void, he has his own pure spiritual power to help him repair his soul.

He could have let go of his hands and feet and fight against the remnants.

When the remnant soul energy is exhausted, it is the day when he succeeds in refining the Wu Pill.

"Hmph! A mere phoenix beast dares to defy my majesty and seek death! Even if it is an immortal true immortal phoenix, it has to die under my finger!"

Seeing the spirit phoenix rushing forward, the black-faced god snorted coldly with disdain, and as soon as he raised his hand, the boundless black qi surged out, carrying a strange power, wanting to completely smash and destroy the spirit phoenix.

However, after a cup of tea, Lingfeng was reborn in the flames and could not die.

On the contrary, the black aura of the black-faced god faded a little.

"How is that possible! How can you hold on for so long, how can your spirit recover so quickly?"

Another half an hour of fighting, and the black-faced god roared in disbelief.

"Don't make any noise, big man! The Wu Clan has been wiped out for so many years! You still want to smash the Immortal Court? Dream about you!"

Han Chao shook his head and sighed, and as soon as he turned around, the spirit phoenix swelled rapidly, turning into a heavenly demon ape, fighting with the black-faced evil god.

This is a battle at the level of the Divine Soul.

If you are not careful, your soul will be shattered, and your three souls and seven spirits will be scattered.

However, with the help of the pure power that crossed in the Netherworld Void, Han Chao's soul was traumatized, and he was able to recover in the blink of an eye, and he was not afraid of anything at all.

It's that when the soul is damaged, the pain is extremely great, like a thousand knives, which is unbearable.

But he's long been used to it.

"No...... Impossible! How could I defeat you as a mere human race! No! I don't believe it! Boy, even so, I can't let you get your wish! Come with me to the funeral!"

I don't know how long it took, the black qi around the black-faced demon god dissipated, and he let out an angry cry with reluctance on his face.

"Be careful!"

At this time, Phantom exclaimed violently, and with a wave of his hand, he waved out a white light to cover Han Chao's divine soul.

Bang.

The black-faced god blew himself up!

Countless black beams of light shot out at the center point of the self-detonation, diverging in all directions, and the powerful shock wave directly shattered the entire sea of consciousness space!

And Han Chao's divine soul was hit by that dark beam, and his divine soul shattered.

The body of the daylight glazed treasure collapsed into stones. Like a stone made of sunlight, boxy.

At this moment, Han Chao's thoughts were blank, and the whole person seemed to have lost consciousness.

At this moment, the pure and majestic spiritual power came over, slowly repairing his divine soul, and his consciousness was condensed again.

"Whew! It's so dangerous! I didn't expect this black-faced god to be so fierce, and when he saw that he couldn't beat it, he exploded directly! No wonder the twelve gods of the Netherworld dared to call the Banxian Realm!"

Consciousness recondensed, and Han Chao let out a long sigh of relief.

The state just now is as if the whole person no longer exists, like a ghost, the body of the ghost has been split by the supreme thunder, and it is about to be dispersed as an aura and return to heaven and earth.

I'm so scared!

This is the feeling of the soul being scattered and the consciousness dying!

"Han Chao, it doesn't matter!"

At this moment, the illusion floated over, and the body was illusory, like smoke. In the earth-shattering explosion just now, it was also seriously injured and its body was severely damaged.

"......It's okay! Do you need me to buy another Three Immortal Transformation Soul Fruit to help you recover your body?" Han Chao glanced at the phantom spirit body and couldn't help frowning.

The illusionary existence is too weak, and it seems to be about to dissipate at any moment.

"No! I can't do it now! The Three Immortal Soul Fruit can't help me! I have to find a Dao weapon to recuperate! I didn't expect that staying with you would be so calamitous!"

Phantom smiled bitterly, and the spirit body loomed.

Although he said so, there was no hint of blame in his words.

"Okay, I'll go out and find someone!"

Han Chao was slightly flustered when he heard this, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he had an idea.

He can afford it now.

However, those Dao weapons that were bought were all with machine spirits, and it was not good to let the phantom dove occupy the magpie's nest and destroy the body of the Dao weapon.

And on his body, there is a Taoist weapon.

A peerless cicada wing sword with two swords!

This peerless cicada wing sword was originally a low-grade Dao weapon, but after it was destroyed, the spirit of the weapon was extinguished, and it just fused together to make a place for phantom healing and recuperation.

"It seems that I have to stay in this North Yuan Prefecture for a few more days!"

As soon as Han Chao's mind moved, the person had already escaped from the sea space and regained control of his physical body.

Mental inward-looking, the body changes again.

The poison of breaking immortality has been greatly suppressed! The speed of devouring the true yuan has decreased dramatically! It will definitely be able to drag on until the day when the Taixu Immortal Palace is born!

In addition, there was a trace of gloomy aura in his blood.

It's witchcraft!

The moment he detected the gloomy atmosphere, some messy information immediately appeared in his mind. Obviously, it was he who defeated the remnant soul of the black-faced god and devoured some of the remaining wills, and obtained the information.

Witch, standing up to the sky.

Taking the chaotic qi of the origin of heaven and earth is for witch qi. In ancient times, the Wu Clan was able to contend with the terrifying races of the Star Spirit Continent, relying on this trace of Witch Qi.

In short, cultivating witch qi can strengthen the physical body, greatly improve the physical body's defense, and also resist magic and law.

But the Netherworld has long been destroyed, and the Twelve Evil Gods have also been killed by the immortals of the Immortal Realm, where can he find witch qi to cultivate?

Han Chao shook his head and put this trace of witch qi behind him.

On his body, there are the Kun Devouring Demon Ape, the Ancient Golden Crow, the True Dragon, the Phoenix, the Xuanwu, the White Tiger, the six kinds of mysterious beasts and fierce beasts, as well as the divinity of the divine lord's spiritual blood, plus this trace of witch energy, there are so many things that he can't take care of anymore.

Soon, he packed up his things, wiped out his breath and traces in the chamber, and walked out of the Fairy Sword Inn.

"Xiao Er, do you know where there is the power of the Ten Thousand Weapons Gate in this Northern Yuan Prefecture? I want to ask the immortal power of the Refining Instrument Gate to help me refine a treasure weapon!"

At the door of the Immortal Sword Inn, Han Chao handed over a bag of Star Spirit Stones and asked.

"Thank you, Master Star!"

Xiao Er in Tsing Yi put away the Star Spirit Stone, bowed down with a smile and replied: "Master Xingshi, the great power of the Ten Thousand Instruments Gate has settled on the Ling Mountain in Northern Yuanzhou! It's over there! You recruit a spirit boat, and the kung fu of a cup of tea will be there!"

"Okay! Thank you!"

Han Chao nodded lightly, turned around and went to the Spirit Boat Palace, got on a spirit boat, and went straight to Ling Mountain.

In a few moments, he saw a towering mountain, like a sword that went straight into the sky. On top of the giant mountain, the aura lingers, and the palaces stand among the lush green trees.

The spirit boat fell to the foot of the mountain, and Han Chao had just walked up the stone steps and mountain road, and when he came to a small pavilion, he was stopped in the way.

"This fellow Daoist, this distance from Lingshan is where the high-grade cave mansion demarcated by Northern Yuanzhou is located, and it is only provided to the star masters of the Seven Realms of Divine Power and Jindan Seeds to live and cultivate. If you don't live here, you can't enter! If you want to live here, go to the City Lord's Mansion and find the Deputy Spiritual Officer!"

An old man in a black robe stepped forward and smiled slightly.

At the corner of his clothes, the nine stars of January are embroidered, representing the symbol of the moon star faction.

"I want to meet the power of the Ten Thousand Weapons Gate! Ask them to help me refine the weapons! Of course, the reward will not be less! I hope that the Taoist friends will report it!"

Han Chao arched his hand and said lightly.

"I'm sorry! The power of the Ten Thousand Instruments Gate doesn't dare to disturb at will! So, please find another way for Daoist friends!"

The black-robed old man shook his head, stroked his goat's whiskers, and pointed obliquely: "Fellow Daoists, look, most of the monks in this stone pavilion are going to meet the powerful monks of the Ten Thousand Instruments Gate! Some of them have been waiting here for more than ten days!"

Long live immortality, how noble.

It is indeed difficult for ordinary people to meet. What's more, his current identity is still a casual cultivator?!

Hearing this, Han Chao frowned slightly and turned to leave.

After another ten breaths, he returned, handing out a transmission note, and ten jade bills.

"Fellow Daoist, I'm sorry for you to report it! Hand this transmission note to the Immortal Power! If the Immortal Power refuses to see it, this million star spirit stones will be given to you! If the Immortal Power is willing to accept it, there will be another generous gift below!"

Han Chao arched his hand and said.

Hearing this, the black-robed old man's expression turned grim, and his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

He had never seen anyone so generous!

A million Star Spirit Stones!

Who is this rugged man? What is in this note? Should he help pass through?

After three breaths, a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the black-robed old man, he gritted his teeth, put away his things, turned around and flew into the mountain.