Hearing Han Ji's words, Zhang Yan looked at him and smiled. "Senior Brother Han, you actually have the Mysterious Blood Pill with you. Did you already have a plan? Or did you already know that there were Blood Soul Sect disciples here? "
Han Ji smiled bitterly. "Senior Brother Zhang, you misunderstand. I have been stuck in my cultivation for six years. I know that I have no hope in this life, so I have long wanted to switch to demonic arts. Last year, I spent a lot of effort to obtain a demonic scripture. I originally planned to use this opportunity to enter the demonic cave to capture demons to cultivate and then consume this pill to increase my cultivation. I really did not expect that there would be Blood Soul Sect disciples here."
As if to increase his persuasiveness, he took out a book from his sleeve and held it with both hands, handing it to Zhang Yan. "Senior Brother, look, this is it."
Zhang Yan took a look and saw the words "Origin Seeking Scripture". He nodded, knowing that this was a cultivation technique equal to the "Clear Breath Scripture" in the demonic sects.
However, to practice this cultivation technique, he would have to repeat all his previous cultivation techniques. Zhang Yan could not help but look at Han Ji in a different light.
After all, there were not many people who could be so ruthless as to waste twenty or thirty years of cultivation in one night.
Han Ji's face showed a trace of bitterness. "There are many Blood Soul Sect disciples here. If I tell them my background, they will not make things too difficult for me."
Zhang Yan thought about it and found that it was true. If Han Ji joined the Blood Soul Sect, even if they did not accept him, they would not do anything to him for the time being.
Firstly, the Han family was one of the five great families of Qincang School. They had a special identity and could be used in many ways. Secondly, Han Ji was familiar with the inner workings of Qincang School and even knew many secrets of large clans. This was not something that could be easily found out. Thirdly, he had a grudge against the Han family. He was willing to cripple his cultivation and even gave the Mysterious Blood Pill. This karma was too great, and the person who accepted him would have to repay it.
Moreover, taking a step back, even if Han Ji failed to become Zhang Yan's disciple, it was impossible for Zhang Yan not to accept the Mysterious Blood Pill. Devil Sect disciples would not be able to resist the temptation of a Devil Pill that could increase one's cultivation. This was extremely beneficial to Zhang Yan himself.
If no Core Transformation cultivators came, Zhang Yan was confident that even if he was no match for them, he would be able to escape in time. However, he did not know how many Blood Soul Sect disciples there were or how strong they were. Fortunately, the fifteenth of the month was approaching. If Fang Zhen, Xie Zongyuan, and the others wanted to escape, they would have to go to the entrance of the Devil's Cave.
He believed that the disciples of the Blood Soul Sect would definitely be prepared. The disciples that could be mobilized would definitely be present. At that time, the two sides would definitely have a fierce battle to the death.
At that time, he could head over to investigate. If there weren't any almighty cultivators in the other party, then he could rest assured and cultivate here. If there were, then he could fight to the death, and whether or not he could charge out of the Devil Cave would depend on his own fortune.
At this thought, Zhang Yan looked at Han Ji and said, "Senior Martial Brother Han, have you made up your mind?"
Han Ji's expression was resolute as he said resolutely, "Senior Martial Brother Zhang, you were born a commoner, but you were able to enter the lower house and become a true disciple. This is something that only happens once in a hundred years. Although I, Han Ji, am not as good as Senior Martial Brother, I still have the determination to pull myself together. If I don't try, how can I be satisfied?"
At this moment, they heard a cold snort from outside the cave. "I was wondering who it was. So it's Zhang Yan, you little thief, who is playing tricks behind the scenes! And Han Ji, you better obediently accept your death so that you don't cause any more trouble. "
As this voice rang out, a middle-aged cultivator with a long and narrow face strode into the cave.
Han Ji suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with anger as he said, "Han Quande! It's you! "
Seeing this person, Zhang Yan did not move. There was not a hint of surprise on his face. He only sighed and said, "Since you've already left, why did you come back to die?"
Hearing this, Han Quande laughed out loud and said sternly, "Zhang Yan, you dare to interfere in my Han Clan's matters? No wonder Junior Martial Brother Feng said that you would definitely be an obstacle for my clan in the future. Looks like he was right. However, he was only half right. If you die here today, there will naturally be nothing else. "
Junior Martial Brother Feng?
Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed, and a hint of light suddenly flashed across them. The sword pellet in his hand was full of vigor.
Han Quande then turned to Han Ji and pointed at him, saying, "Han Ji, so that Mysterious Blood Pill is in your hands. Was it stolen by that dead mother of yours? Hmph, coming from a small family, your hands are indeed dirty. "
Han Ji's eyes turned red as he pointed at him and roared, "Han Quande, you're just a servant that has been bestowed a surname. What right do you have to say that about me? You insulted my mother today, I swear I'll kill you! "
Having been exposed, Han Quande couldn't keep his face any longer. Seeing that the two of them were about to attack, he was alarmed. The cave was narrow, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to unleash his full power. Therefore, he simply leaned back and flew out of the cave, shouting, "Junior Brothers, let's attack together! Kill these two and go back to claim the merit. The family head will naturally reward you handsomely. "
Two replies came from outside. When Zhang Yan and Han Ji walked out of the cave together, they found three people standing in the air. The person on the left held a Wind Thunder Trident, and there seemed to be crackling lightning flashing across it. The person on the right held a heavy gold-painted wooden alms bowl. It did not seem to be an ordinary item either.
As for Han Quande, he pulled out a long belt that looked like mist. As he swung it, it was as resplendent as the stars, dazzling.
The reason the three of them were able to repeatedly escape the pursuit of the Blood Soul Sect disciples was because they also had their own Dharma treasures. It was just that they had not used them against Han Ji earlier. Now that they were facing Zhang Yan, the title of a true disciple was still very intimidating. They immediately took out their Dharma treasures.
When Han Ji saw this, his expression changed drastically. He said, "Senior Martial Brother Zhang, be careful. That's the Wind Thunder Trident, the Cloud Filling Alms Bowl, and the Purple Star River's Moon Net."
He then stared at Han Quande and said, "Han Quande, as expected, Auntie is behind all of this. Otherwise, where did you get the Purple Star River's Moon Net?"
Han Quande laughed loudly again. He said, "Han Ji, did you only understand today? Let me tell you the truth. The reason your dead Old Mother was able to steal that cultivation technique was because of Madam's intention. After you cultivated the cultivation technique, Madam also ordered someone to secretly report this matter to Old Master. Only then did he order her to be beaten to death. "
When Han Ji heard this, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His blood and Qi surged, and he was about to charge forward without a care for anything. However, his shoulder was pressed down by a hand. Turning back, he saw Zhang Yan shaking his head at him. He said, "Brother Han, leave first." I'll handle this.
Han Ji immediately calmed down. He hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Martial Brother, I understand what you mean. My cultivation is weak, and I can't be of any help, but I can't be a burden to you either. I, Han Ji, am a man of character, and my words carry enormous weight. If I go back on my words, may the heavens and earth destroy me, and my soul perish!"
After saying that, he cupped his fists at Zhang Yan, turned around, and flew away without looking back.
"Hmm? Trying to escape? " Han Quande frowned. He waved his hand and said, "Junior Martial Brother Fu, go stop him. Don't let him escape!"
"Yes!"
The cultivator holding the Tempest Trident responded. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw a dot of blue light flying through the air to stop him. He snorted and waved his trident. In an instant, a gust of black wind swept up from the ground, and there was a faint sound of green thunder exploding within it.
Just as the sword ball was about to be blocked by the black wind, the blue light suddenly lengthened. Out of nowhere, the light dot that was the size of half a fist became a three-foot long light shuttle. Its speed also suddenly doubled, and before the black wind could reach him, it pierced through his neck. Then, taking advantage of the momentum, it circled around and instantly beheaded him like cutting tofu.
The headless corpse fell from the sky and was caught by the black wind. With a crackling sound, the Dharma robe and the jade pendant that protected him were destroyed. Finally, the black wind swept up the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood were completely wiped out, leaving no trace.
The Tempest Trident, which had lost its owner's control, also fell from the sky and fell to the ground with a clatter.
In just one move, Zhang Yan had killed one person, and the remaining two were shocked.
"Junior Martial Brother, be careful. This Zhang Yan has already condensed the Seed of Mysterious Light, and he can change the sword ball at will."
Han Quande's face was solemn, but his back was drenched in cold sweat. If the sword ball had been aimed at him from the beginning, he would have been cut down by the sword. Moreover, if this Zhang Yan had borrowed the sword ball and wanted to escape, Han Quande wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.
Seeing that there was no sound beside him for a long time, he turned his head and said anxiously, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and release the Sand of Glamour! "
The other cultivator immediately came back to his senses. He quickly opened the lid of the alms bowl, raised it high above his head, and poured it in front of him. In an instant, there was a rumbling sound, and like a river bursting its banks, clouds of crimson colored sand tumbled out from the mouth of the alms bowl and surged towards Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan dodged into the air, but the sand seemed to have a mind of its own. It followed him into the air and let out a rumbling sound like the tide.
A ferocious smile appeared on Han Quande's face. He didn't attack Zhang Yan from all sides. Instead, he dragged the Violet Star River's Moon Net in his hand and flew off in another direction. However, wherever he passed, the Moon Net would drag out a long streak of light that was over a meter wide.
After going back and forth a few times, the sky and the earth were shrouded by the brilliant mist that seemed to be dotted with stars.
Han Quande stood high in the air, and with a flick of his hand, another streak of mist appeared. He laughed loudly and said, "Zhang Yan, you have the sword ball in your hand, so you can turn into light and escape. I can't do anything to you, but now that the surroundings are filled with mist, it can be said to be an inescapable net. Let's see where you can escape to!"
Zhang Yan raised his head and saw that everywhere around him was shrouded in mist. The cultivator who fell with the Sand of Glamour had already arrived above his head at an extremely fast speed, sealing off his only escape route.
Seeing the bright red cloud of sand pouring down from the sky, he sneered and took out a gray talisman. He threw it into the air and chanted a spell, saying, "Grow!"
The talisman instantly turned into a tortoise shell-like object about four feet in size in the air. There were cloud patterns, seal characters, mountains, rivers, fishes, and insects on its back. It stood on top of his head with its mouth facing downwards. A ray of light poured down and enveloped his entire body. When the rolling cloud of sand came near, it automatically parted to the sides as if it had encountered a rock.
Zhang Yan took a step forward and knocked away the cloud. He sneered and said, "You want to stop me with just the likes of you?"
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