Angry Han Zhu

It was not until two hours later that Feng Tiannan came to Han Zhu with a look of joy. First, he saluted Han Zhu respectfully and said, "Thank you Mr. Han for saving your life. I thank you on behalf of our Feng family and Feng family army."

Han Zhu just nodded flatly and said: "We are just exchanging relations, remember your promise to me, if the material loss is too big, don't blame me then."

Feng Tiannan quickly patted his chest and promised: "Mr. Han, please rest assured, I dare to guarantee this with my head."

Han Zhu asked plainly: "There must be a lot of people running away!"

Feng Tiannan lowered his head in shame and said: "We only beheaded more than 8,000 people, and more than 1,000 people ran away."

Han Zhu didn't pay attention to this question, but asked lightly: "How far is it from here to the Black Wind Pirates?".

Feng Tiannan understood Mr. Han's meaning in an instant, and quickly replied: "It's less than three hundred miles, if you travel quickly, you can get there in three hours, if you are a cavalry soldier, you can get there in more than an hour."

"I see that your team has almost 10,000 cavalry! Then we will set off first. Try to make the soldiers hurry up. I hope to rush there within an hour, lest they run away with precious supplies."

Feng Tiannan nodded hastily, and went to arrange it himself. Soon there were 10,000 cavalrymen, separated from the whole team, and hurried to Heifeng Mountain.

At the same time, the top of Heifeng Mountain was still the living room of that room. It was still the same as before, the heads of the family and some confidantes were drinking and playing with women there.

At this time, Hei Xuanfeng was also holding a delicate little beauty and was making a move. Suddenly a staggering figure ran in staggeringly.

The originally noisy scene became quiet in an instant, and everyone showed an unhappy look, including the head of the house, Hei Xuanfeng.

That little Luo Luo didn't care about everyone's faces, and hurriedly shouted: "The big thing is not good for the big boss. The second boss, the seventh boss and the eighth boss were all beaten to death."

The whole living room was as quiet as death. Hei Xuanfeng, who was about to throw a tantrum, was also stunned, with disbelief all over his face.

Then he yelled, "What nonsense are you talking about? Say it again if you have the ability."

The little Luo Luo was directly sent flying by his roar, hit a table next to him, and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. It was only then that he got up with difficulty and repeated that sentence again.

"Cough cough..." Coughing and crying: "The second head and the seventh head of the big head, and the eighth head were all wiped out by the Phoenix Army, and even the more than ten thousand brothers brought by the second head were all killed. There, only a small number escaped."

Hei Xuanfeng slapped the palm fiercely, and the table in front of him instantly fell apart. Then he grabbed the woman next to him and pulled hard, and was instantly torn in half by her.

The bright red blood dyed his whole body red, he was like a demon crawling out of hell, staring at that little Luo Luo.

"Are you sure this news is true? It won't be a misinformation!". "I'm in charge, I'm 100% sure, it's from Xiaolu."

Hei Xuanfeng gritted his teeth and said: "Feng Jiajun, I want to stretch your tendons and peel your skins to pay homage to the spirits of my three brothers in heaven."

The middle-aged scribe who was rushing over frowned and said: "Don't be impulsive for the big master, you must know that the second master is a late-stage congenital master, plus the seventh and eighth masters, even if you are a congenital peak master, you may not be able to make it They all stayed."

Hei Xuanfeng, who was becoming angry from embarrassment, calmed down instantly when he heard these words. He thought for a while and asked: "Sir, what you mean is that the Shenwu Empire dispatched a mysterious force."

The middle-aged scribe nodded uncertainly and said: "You, the head of the family, should know better than me that the great empires fear and hate the Holy Blood Sect."

Hei Xuanfeng fell silent in an instant, he thought for a while and said, "Mr. means you want us to run away."

The middle-aged man nodded affirmatively, and just when he was about to say something, suddenly another young man ran in outside, and hurriedly shouted: "The head of the family has a team of nearly ten thousand cavalry, Come directly to our Black Wind Mountain."

Hei Xuanfeng and the middle-aged scribe looked at each other, both showing surprised expressions. The middle-aged scribe hurriedly asked, "What banner are they flying?"

Xiao Luoluo quickly replied: "There is a big "phoenix" written on the flag."

The middle-aged scribe hastily said anxiously: "Don't hesitate, the head of the family, hurry up and withdraw! The Shenwu Empire must have dispatched a mysterious force."

Hei Xuanfeng showed a hesitant look, after all, it has been developed here for hundreds of years. It is not a decision that can be made immediately.

Just when he made up his mind to run, a cold voice resounded in the whole Heifeng Mountain: "This place is really a miasma! There are countless wronged souls. Don't let anyone else try to run today. I, Han, will do justice for the sky today."

Hei Xuanfeng's whole body trembled when he heard this icy voice. Just when he was about to run away, a figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

He glanced at the entire hall with icy eyes, and said coldly: "How many people do you have to kill to have such a heavy resentment, death is really not a pity!".

Han Zhu is now extremely angry, as a Jindan boss. Both his spiritual consciousness and his five senses are very powerful.

Even if he was ten miles away from Heifeng Mountain, he could feel a soaring resentment and countless dead souls hovering over Heifeng Mountain.

This can only be produced by at least hundreds of thousands of people who died. Unexpectedly, the resentment and souls of the dead that even the world can't erase, one can imagine how painful and desperate those people were when they died.

Fortunately, the aura of this world is too weak, otherwise, they would have turned into grieving ghosts long ago. Even so, after a few hundred years, this place will become a ghost town.

After Han Zhu scanned it with his spiritual sense, Han Zhu could still feel the weak fluctuation of his spiritual sense inside. As an immortal cultivator, he would definitely not be wrong.

Although that divine consciousness smelt strongly of blood, it was indeed the divine consciousness that only cultivators could have. It's a pity that he swept the entire Heifeng Mountain several times with his spiritual sense, but he didn't feel a single immortal cultivator.

In the end, his consciousness stayed in a secret room in Heifeng Mountain, where there was a blood-red statue. That weak fluctuation of consciousness came from the statue.

Han Zhu was sure in an instant that someone had used an evil sacrifice. He has cultivated an evil god that can only appear in ancient times. In the world of mortals, this evil god has long been exterminated for countless years.

The mortal world has long been dominated by immortal cultivators, and evil gods will never be allowed to appear. As long as it appears, it will be instantly killed by the immortal cultivator.

He also saw the evil god in the classics of the Tianxing Palace. It was a big joke that he would never expect to see the evil god in such a world with almost no aura.

Perhaps it is only in such an environment that evil gods can be cultivated! After all, the aura is too thin. As for evil gods, as long as there are enough sacrifices, they can continue to grow.

Everyone in the hall looked at the young man who appeared suddenly with horrified eyes. I saw that he was wearing a white Taoist robe at this time, and his face was pale, as if he had been ill for a long time.

At this time, Hei Xuanfeng's whole body was being enveloped by an extremely strong innate qi. Holding a five-meter-long machete in his hand, he was staring at Han Zhu.

Even though his whole body was covered with innate qi, his body trembled a little bit, which was the instinctive fear from his body.

After all, Han Zhu didn't hide his power at all now, the majestic power made the whole hall tremble slightly.

Han Zhu said indifferently: "Tell me! How did you get the sacrifice of the evil god? If the answer is satisfactory, I want you to die quickly."

Hei Xuanfeng stared at Han Zhu, and said with difficulty: "You are the mysterious man of the Shenwu Empire. You are so powerful that I don't even have a chance to make a move in front of you."

Han Zhu didn't answer his question, but just looked at him with indifferent eyes. Hei Xuanfeng showed a ruthless look, jumped up and slashed at Han Zhu fiercely.

He was still cursing: "So what if you are a mystic? I don't believe I can't kill you today."

Wrapped with a machete with strong innate qi, it slashed at Han Zhu's head fiercely, and it seemed that he wanted to split Han Zhu in half with one knife.

The other people in the hall showed hope, after all, there is only the master here, who can also use the innate qi.

You must know that they were suppressed by Han Zhu's power, unable to move. Hei Xuanfeng saw that his knife edge was less than half a meter away from Han Zhu, and a hint of ecstasy appeared on his face.

It seems that this mysterious man was too proud to be attacked by himself. Before the smile spread across his face, he revealed a look of horror.

The young man stretched out a hand to gently hold his machete, and then the innate qi in his body stopped functioning instantly.

His body was also frozen in the air, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. Han Zhu. He opened his mouth again and said, "Since you don't tell me, then I'll see for myself! I won't be soft on people like you."

Then an extremely powerful power of consciousness invaded Hei Xuanfeng's brain in an instant, and pulled it back in an instant. Han Zhu showed a thoughtful look.

"Is that so! "Holy Blood Cult" is really an interesting sect, and it seems that they will go out and do more activities in the future."

With the intrusion of Han Zhu's consciousness, Hei Xuanfeng instantly became foolish. The others showed terrified expressions, and quickly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Han Zhu will not show mercy to these bandits who kill without blinking an eye. The five-meter-long machete on the ground instantly flew up automatically, circled the entire hall, and then shot its heads into the sky.

In the end, only the middle-aged man stood there with a terrified face. Seeing Han Zhu looking at him, he quickly knelt down and said, "My lord, please spare me!" I have never harmed a single person, and I was also forced by this black whirlwind."

Han Zhu just glanced at him indifferently, and said in an indifferent voice: "Go and help me keep an eye on all the supplies on this mountain. If any of them are lost, then you will die."

Then he ignored the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, and strode towards the secret room. He wanted to meet the so-called "Holy Blood Cult" evil god.