C47 Soul-sealing chains

The vast mountain forest was filled with enormous trees that reached into the heavens. There was no end in sight.

Han Yan was like a nimble leopard, flashing through the forest. He didn't emanate the aura of a cultivator, but rather, seemed to be a mortal. A moment later, his body leaped up and landed on the branch of a giant tree. His eyes flickered as he carefully observed his surroundings.

Ever since he had been surrounded and killed, Han Yan had almost never rested. Every day, he would run around in the forest, hoping to find an opportunity to leave. In the end, he still failed. Almost all the hundred over people who came down from the mountain to train had come. Maybe the sect knew that the ancestors of the Tianming Sect were still alive and did not need any protection, so they gathered everyone here. From this, it could be seen that the sect was determined to capture him.

At this moment, a graceful figure flashed across the sky and descended towards the mountain forest at an astonishing speed.

Han Yan's eyes flashed, through the gaps in the leaves, although he could not see the opponent's appearance, but he could see that the opponent's cultivation was definitely not in the Qi Cultivating Stage. Aside from Qi Cultivating Stage disciples, only Foundation Establishment stage elders would come. As for the golden core stage and the Supreme Elders, they would never ask about the matters of the sect unless the sect was facing a life and death situation.

"The elder is here too?" Han Yan's face darkened, if it was really like that, then it would be impossible to escape from here alive.

Time slowly passed by, and Han Yan stood on the tree trunk and pondered. Suddenly, he made a huge decision. Patting the storage bag on his waist, he used his flying sword to hover in front of him. Stepping on the sword, he suddenly flew towards the sky. If he did this, even though his identity would be revealed, if he did not do that, when the Foundation Establishment stage elders come and search, his cryptography would not be of any use at all. At that time, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Just as Han Yan flew into the air, the hidden disciples noticed him and took out their magic tools one by one to stop him.

Qi Hao's figure flashed, blocked in front of Han Yan, and said seriously: "Fourth Junior Brother, you can't leave, just surrender!"

Han Yan's face was solemn as he said, "Move." As he spoke, he raised his right hand.

Seeing Han Yan's actions, Qi Hao's face darkened, and immediately said: "You can't make repeated mistakes. Come back with us, we will definitely plead with the Sect Leader." Others might not be clear about the might of the spiritual strength finger, but he was very clear that he was not confident in being able to block it.

In the sky, streams of light quickly flew over, and before long, they would surround Han Yan.

Han Yan scanned the place with his consciousness, and discovered that the Foundation Establishment stage elder did not come, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Then, he suddenly raised his right hand, and waved with all his might towards Qi Hao. A fierce wind raged between the heaven and earth as a huge tornado appeared in front of Han Yan. Under Han Yan's control, the tornado charged towards Qi Hao as fast as lightning.

Qi Hao did not dare resist, his figure flashed, and he dodged to the side. Unexpectedly, Han Yan's divine sense was firmly locked on his body, and no matter where he dodged, the tornado would always follow behind him. The tornado contained a powerful energy. Wherever it went, the disciples of the Tianming Sect would avoid it, afraid of getting sucked into it.

After Han Yan unleashed his gale technique, many runes appeared in his hands and he threw them towards the surrounding disciples.

The runes flew into the air and began to burn on their own. gale technique, Fireball, and even some sword arts. At this moment, rays of light began to flicker between the heaven and earth. It was extremely beautiful, like fireworks were set off in the sky. Han Yan was not in the mood to look at the beautiful scenery in the air, taking advantage of the moment when everyone was blocking the runes, his figure flashed, and he suddenly flew towards the west. Just as Han Yan was about to rush out of the encirclement, a group of people flew over and blocked his path once again.

Although these people were dressed in white, there was a golden line on his sleeve. This was the symbol of a law enforcement disciple.

The person leading them, was no stranger to Han Yan, who had replaced him into the sect.

Wang Feng stepped on his flying sword, his clothes fluttered gently, and he said to Han Yan: "Fourth Senior Brother, surrender! You can't leave. "

Just as Han Yan was about to raise his right hand, he put it down and said seriously: "Junior Brother Wang, I do not wish to make a move.

Wang Feng sighed and said, "Han Yan, I was the one who replaced you in the sect back then. But you have to understand that you're a member of the sect, and everything you do has to be decided by the sect. Sect Leader himself said, as long as you hand over the Imperial Jade Seal, I will not hold you accountable. "

It sounded simple to hand over the Imperial Jade Seal, but it was something impossible for Han Yan. After the Imperial Jade Seal flew into the storage bag, it mysteriously disappeared, and could not be found at all. It was not that Han Yan had never thought about telling them the truth, but after he did, who would believe it? Who would believe that he didn't take it for himself?

Since that was the case, he might as well not explain it!

"Out of the way!" Han Yan's gaze gradually turned ice-cold, and he said coldly, "Today, whoever blocks my way, will become my enemy." He had already killed one, so he didn't mind killing a few more people.

Wang Feng saw that his persuasion was useless, he waved his hand at the people behind him: "Do it."

Han Yan had already condensed his power onto his wrist, he raised his right hand and pointed behind Wang Feng.

Once the spiritual strength finger was out, a ray of white light suddenly flew and with an astonishing speed, it arrived behind Wang Feng. The disciple behind him didn't even get a chance to react before his middle finger fell from the sky.

Upon seeing this scene … Everyone around was startled, especially Wang Feng, who was drenched in sweat. He recognized the finger, and he knew how powerful it was. If that finger had flown to him, he would have been a corpse. The spiritual strength finger was extremely tyrannical, killing cultivators of the same cultivation level was as easy as searching for an item. What was even more abnormal was, after killing, it could instantly devour a cultivator's soul. As long as one has not cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage, the soul would not be able to escape the devouring power of the spiritual strength finger.

Wang Feng's body shook for a moment, then recovered his calm. He took a deep breath and said to Han Yan: "Once you use it, will there still be any spiritual energy in your body?"

Han Yan's face turned pale white, the spirit energy in his body had already been emptied. The flying sword beneath his feet also started to sway back and forth, ready to fall down from the sky at any moment.

Seeing Han Yan's current state, all the cultivation levels heaved a sigh of relief. Just as Wang Feng wanted to capture Han Yan, his pupils suddenly enlarged, and then he witnessed an unbelievable scene. Han Yan's blue sky was currently recovering at an alarming rate. In merely a single breath's time, the exhausted spiritual energy in his body had already recovered to its peak.

"How is this possible!" Wang Feng opened his eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on his face. The people behind him were also the same.

Han Yan once again raised his right hand, and pointed at a disciple behind Wang Feng. That disciple's face instantly became devoid of blood, and his legs continuously trembled. With that, he rode the flying sword and flew off into the distance.

Seeing the other party leave, Han Yan did not point at the person behind Wang Feng, but instead pointed directly at Wang Feng, "Junior Brother Wang, I have already repaid you for the kindness you gave me back then."

Wang Feng understood in his heart, Han Yan had already given him two chances, if he did not give up now,'s finger would definitely fly over.

"I'll get out of the way." Wang Feng sighed, and helplessly dodged to the side.

Not far away, everyone who was flying over quickly had their eyes opened wide, especially Zhang Yuan, he had originally wanted to find a chance to kill Han Yan, and only now did he realize that Han Yan was much stronger than he had imagined. He was sure that if Han Yan wanted to kill him, she only needed to move her fingers. Seeing Wang Feng making way, Zhang Yuan shouted, "Wang Feng, you cannot make way!"

Wang Feng glared at Zhang Yuan but did not say a word.

Han Fei's face revealed a complex expression. Back then, he was the new King, a prodigy within the sect. He never thought that his cousin, whom he had always looked down upon, would be strong to this extent, to the point that he could cultivate the legendary spiritual strength finger. If that was all, then forget it, he really couldn't understand what kind of secret method Han Yan cultivated to actually be able to recover the spirit energy in his body in the span of a breath.

The reason why Han Yan was able to recover his spirit energy instantly was naturally because of the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal. Although the Imperial Jade Seal still stored a lot of spirit energy, it couldn't withstand such consumption. Just as Wang Feng moved out of the way, his figure flashed, and flew towards the west. These few days, he had thought it through clearly. As long as he could escape from the encirclement, he would fly to the west side to the seven day mountain range. After entering the mountain range, think of a way to enter the State of Zhao and flee to another country.

Everyone's gaze landed on Han Yan, and when they saw that he was about to leave, they all looked to the east.

At that place, a figure quickly flew into the sky. The moment he appeared, he shouted, "Evil disciple, I'll see where you can run to. Stop right there!" His figure flashed, and went straight for Han Yan, his speed shocking, in the blink of an eye he had caught up with him.

After hearing that voice, Han Yan's figure trembled and subconsciously stopped. He already knew that a Foundation Establishment stage elder had come, but he didn't expect that the person would be his own master.

After Han Yan's body stopped for a moment, he hurriedly sped up and continued to fly forward, saying in his heart: "Master, I'm sorry, I can't stop."

Seeing that Han Yan was continuing to fly, Wei Peng roared out, "I'm here, can you run anymore?" He quickly formed a seal with his finger and a large amount of spiritual energy was released. The space in front of him immediately condensed into a 30-foot-long black sword. The huge sword was filled with spirit energy and it emitted an astonishing pressure. It whistled as it flew above Han Yan's head and then slashed down.

When the gigantic sword flew over, Han Yan felt his breathing pain, he suddenly raised his head, raised both of his hands, and activated spiritual energy shield s. After the spiritual energy shield appeared, he continued to cast the technique, and in a short period of time, dozens of spiritual energy shield came out. The huge sword slashed onto the spiritual energy shield, and with a pa sound, the spiritual energy shield instantly collapsed. In a blink of an eye, all the spiritual energy shield disappeared. The huge sword's attack did not decrease at all, directly landing on Han Yan's body, the huge force instantly knocked Han Yan down to the ground.

On the ground, a large area of trees had turned into wood splinters, which were blown away by the wind. Soon, a huge human-shaped crater appeared.

When everyone's consciousness entered the deep pit, not only did they not feel any spirit energy fluctuations, even Han Yan's breathing had disappeared.

Not far away, Ling Shuangshuang's body trembled as he stared at the huge crater and asked in a daze: "Is, is he dead?"

Zhang Yuan was extremely excited and laughed: "Finally dead, great!"

Han Fei's expression was still complicated. He really hoped that Han Yan would be killed, but when he was truly killed, he realized that his hatred towards Han Yan wasn't that deep.

Wei Peng's figure moved, appearing by the side of the deep pit. After that, he grabbed towards the deep pit, and Han Yan's body was dragged out.

The clothes Han Yan was wearing were tattered and his face was deathly pale. There was no trace of blood on his face, and his breathing was so weak that it could barely be heard.

Seeing his disciple turn out like this, Wei Peng felt very upset in his heart. With a sigh, he retrieved a black chain from the storage bag and chained it to his hands. At the same time, he used the Voice Transmission Technique to speak to him: "I know you're not dead, speak to me later!" After he finished speaking, he grabbed Han Yan and brought him flying towards a cave that was not too far away.