Whoosh.

Liu Yihe flew quickly in the ice layer, abandoning the curse and abandoning defense.

But at this time, a calm word rang behind him.

“It’s too late.”

These words immediately made Liu Yihe extremely worried.

However, in fact, Liu Yihe was useless to worry. Wang Lun had controlled the Spinning Spear, which had escaped from trouble, and flew over.

The spearhead that emitted a black light directly shattered all the ice layers blocking the front, aiming at Liu Yihe's back at a speed of several times faster than Liu Yihe.

Liu Yihe felt something dullly penetrated his body, went in from his back, and then came out from his front chest.

When he felt the severe pain, he realized that a magic power covered his whole body and directly imprisoned himself. Then, he was pulled by a very strong force and rushed up vertically.

Bang.

When the ice shattered and the light became bright, Liu Yihe already knew that he was brought to the ice by the other party. He was imprisoned, and the holy spear was still in his body. The other party did not pull it out, clearly trying to save his life for the time being.

At this time, he naturally knew that he had lost all his life and was completely controlled by his opponent, so there was no need to be lucky.

"If you want to kill, kill! Don't think about asking anything from me!"

Liu Yihe is very tough and has a clear attitude and will not cooperate with Wang Lun.

Wang Lun held one end of the spinning spear, twisted it directly, and said calmly: "You are not an iron man."

The spear was stirring inside Liu Yihe's body, expanding the wound, and the flesh and blood turned outwards, and the blood flowed continuously. The wound looked terrible, and Liu Yihe himself also let out a muffled groan, and cold sweat was already covered with cold sweat on his forehead.

I cannot use my magic power to resist the severe pain. Even if my body is stronger than ordinary people, it is impossible to feel the pain as if it is nothing.

"I have the ability to kill me!"

Liu Yihe widened his eyes and roared fiercely. Various complex emotions were intertwined, and he was on the verge of losing control.

He was completely unacceptable to the fish that was about to be slaughtered.

Wang Lun looked coldly and sneered in his heart. Like Youhu, Zuo Shenjun and others, this man is also a genius young monk in the spiritual world. He originally planned to dominate the world after he descended to Earth. Now, he is just a pitiful person. Once such an opponent is controlled, he only needs to spend a little time to start from the opponent's weakness of his mind and nature, so he can make sure that the person in front of him can do whatever he wants like he did when dealing with Youhu.

But he didn't have so much time to interrogate.

"Which one of the twelve sects are you from?" Wang Lun asked, "Don't worry, I'm too lazy to pry your mouth open and I won't ask multiple questions."

Liu Yihe looked at the other party and was lazy, not caring about his value at all, but instead became a little dissatisfied. Why did he look like rags in the other party's eyes?

He doesn't believe it.

"Don't play hard to get with me," he said with a sneer, "I won't answer anything."

Wang Lun sighed. The other party was wrong. This time he really didn't want to ask the bottom line.

"What are you sighing?" Liu Yihe felt that before he died, he could see this hateful enemy being defeated and could not ask for anything useful from him. He was inexplicably gloating and laughed, "Can you not ask anything, and you are very disappointed?"

Puchi. Wang Lun directly pulled out the Spinning Sky Spear from the other party's body, and then turned sideways.

The blood arrow shot out, and Liu Yihe couldn't help but scream, and his vitality was quickly lost.

"I said it all, I didn't plan to pry your mouth open." Wang Lun said coldly, walked to the side and put away the treasure fan.

Liu Yihe was shocked. The other party really didn't plan to question himself!

Thinking that he would die soon, he suddenly felt that if the other party asked something, at least he could live a little longer?

Of course, Liu Yihe didn't make this hope at this moment. It's not much different if you live a few more minutes and live a few less minutes.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Human monk." Wang Lun spoke calmly.

Immediately, Wang Lun guessed: "You shouldn't come from the Ling Sect or the Flame Demon Sect, are you from the Shangyuan Sect?"

Among the twelve sects, he knew what the cultivators of the Ling Sect, Wanjian Sect, Blood Sword Sect, Chenxian Valley, Yanmo Sect, Tianmei Si, Bairu Sect, and the cultivators of these seven sects had their own characteristics of cultivation. He already understood it. Obviously, the other party did not come from these seven sects, and it was speculated that it might be related to Shangyuan Sect.

When Liu Yihe heard the three words Shangyuan Sect spoken from the other party, he immediately understood that the early stage cultivators Youhu and Zuo Shenjun from the lower world must have died at the hands of each other. Before he died, he was forced to ask some of the information about the spiritual world.

He did not hide it, and said coldly: "Shangyuan Sect, Liu Yihe!"

Immediately, he continued, "Don't be proud of your magic weapon. Your advantage is only useful when you meet us, the early stage monks of the Killing Realm. When the mid-stage monks of the Killing Realm go to the realm, no matter how hard you try, they will be killed by them."

"But at that time, you were all a white bone skeleton." Wang Lun said lightly.

Liu Yihe was so angry that he spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Wang Lun sent out his magic power and took out all the magic weapons and pills on Liu Yihe's body.

After introducing these things into a bag, Wang Lun opened the treasure fan and was about to leave.

Liu Yihe also understood that it was possible that he could only die if he stayed here. Looking at the three-yuanbao fan, anger soared into the sky.

This magic weapon was extremely precious given to him by the sect. He originally wanted to rely on this magic weapon to fight for control of the reflection formation!

Now, this human monk is cheaper, how can he not get angry!

"You're waiting. I dare to take away my three-yuanbao fan from Shangyuan Sect. In the future, other monks of Shangyuan Sect will come to the world with the unique aura of this magic weapon!"

Wang Lun didn't say anything and continued to walk forward, but casually pulled out the Erling sword next to him and threw it backwards.

Wow. The Erling Sword shot out, as if the flying trajectory was set in advance, and it just shot into Liu Yihe's heart with a slap.

Liu Yihe's body tilted and died. He could not close his eyes until his death.

"Three Yuanbao Fan?" Wang Lun wrote down this name, "The attack and defense power of this treasure fan are quite balanced."

Compared to the heavy defense of the Spinning Sky Spear, if you want to defend in the future, the Three Yuanbao Fan may be a better choice at some point.

Wang Lun controlled the silver winged divine armor and soared into the sky.

When I came to the sky several hundred meters, I opened the communicator, called up the satellite display map, and after entering the latitude and longitude coordinates of the snow-capped mountain, the map quickly changed. The target position was replaced by a red light spot, which allowed me to clearly see the location and the distance between the target position.

Wang Lun then followed the displayed route, identified the direction, and flew directly.

From attacking these two early stage monks of the Jiedan realm in the lower realm, to killing this person from Shangyuan Sect now, it took more than thirty minutes, and it was estimated that it would be almost forty minutes. If the Black Eagle King set out half an hour in advance, he would arrive in Yinshan Village before him, and there might be a few minutes left to attack the villagers.

Therefore, the ancient prehistoric world may not be able to last for so long. After all, the Black Eagle King will definitely play tricks on the verge of evil.

Wang Lun flew at the fastest speed, but it took at least five minutes to reach the snow-capped mountains.

When he came to the place where the monk of the Blood Knife Cultivation fell, he found no other party and no trace was found on the ground. Wang Lun had to fly into the air and check around.

The opponent was pierced by the spinning spear and was poisoned again. His magic power was trapped in the dantian and could not be released. In the past few dozen minutes, it was impossible to remove that poison, and at most it was only relieved by one or two percent.

He was sure that the other party was still unable to move, and his speed should be only about one-tenth of that in his peak state.

Of course, in 40 minutes, even if you move at one tenth of the speed, you can still walk a long distance.

"If you can't find this person within ten minutes, you can only give up and let the people around you search and let the satellite monitor it."

Wang Lun set a preset time for himself. He could not stay here for too long, and he had to hurry back to Yinshan Village as soon as possible.

However, before the action, he had already let the strong men from the alliance of monks come around. These monks scattered into a circle and would gradually search inward. It was difficult for the monk from the Blood Sword Sect to escape the investigation.

Wang Lun informed the Human Cultivator Alliance to start the action, and he himself searched in the air.

But just six minutes later, Wang Lun's spiritual sense discovered a monk who was hiding under a stone.

The other party was unable to find him. He used his spiritual sense to carefully investigate and sensed that the other party had a sword with a very strong evil spirit in his hand and had a piercing injury on his body.

"It's undoubtedly the monk from the Blood Sword Sect."

Although Wang Lun was puzzled, why did the other party have only walked such a distance in dozens of minutes, he still swooped down and smashed the big stone with a punch.

The sudden loud vibration from above made Leng Yan below frightened.

Leng Yan tightly grasped the holy blood knife, knowing that he had been discovered.

He dug a hole under the stone and hid in it to heal his wounds, but unexpectedly it was exposed.

The few magic power gathered on the holy artifact blood knife. The holy artifact blood knife emitted an amazing aura, as if it could cut the strong man into two pieces from the air. However, the next moment, Leng Yan found that a much stronger force was crushed directly, covering the holy artifact blood knife, and at the same time, it severely damaged his hand holding the knife.

I thought it was the foundation-building cultivator wearing black clothes. I thought I could do it in the same way and scare the other party away, but I didn't expect that there was someone else who came!

Leng Yan already knew who the person was, and his heart was ashamed.

Sure enough, the Sacred Blood Knife was forcibly taken away by the other party from the air. Then, a colorful aperture descended from above, trapping himself directly and lifting himself out of the hole!

He had no ability to resist the whole process.
Chapter completed!