Chapter: 3409

"A soul that shakes thousands of essences and charms."

"The soul that shakes the bones and does not bury it."

"The Immortal Soul of Shocking Yellow Springs."

"..."

Along with Zhang Han's murmur, ethereal voices spread throughout the sect, and gradually, a wisp of blood mist floated on Zhang Han's forehead.

It seems slow, but the whole process does not exceed three seconds.

He clapped his hands and opened his eyes suddenly:

"Use my innate blood to cast the Blood Shaking Pluto Curse!"

Rumble!

Suddenly, a red glow surrounded many Fengxue Pavilion disciples with lightning speed.

At the beginning, Zhang Han absorbed a lot of energy with the help of the secret method, so he went to the Li family to reluctantly perform this technique, but now, Zhang Han has his own ability to perform it.

If you don't enter into the innate, you will end up as a mortal.

It can be said that Zhang Han has bid farewell to the mortal womb, and has truly opened the road to cultivating immortals.

In Zhang Guangyou's dull eyes, the red light formed a circle, and the people inside kept attacking, but all the energy gathered in the blood curtain.

Boom!

The blood curtain shrinks sharply and grows bigger, as if a heart beats.

This kind of abnormal movement was accompanied by mysterious and mysterious curse power. All the master's disciples in the blood curtain withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and filled with blood.

Boom!

There was another heartbeat.

Those thousands of qi and blood drilled into the bodies of the disciples of the divine realm, accelerating the flow of their qi and blood, as if the disciples of the divine realm were fertilizer, which increased their qi and blood a lot.

Boom!

The attack didn't stop, the third heartbeat sounded, and a huge amount of energy and blood rushed into the bodies of those Earth Chengjings.

The improvement of their cultivation made their bodies unbearable, and everything was reversed. When the energy and blood flowed away, their bodies began to wither, including their souls.

"Scatter."

Zhang Han exhaled, waved his right hand slightly, and the blood curtain slowly dissipated.

Just now, there were hundreds of people on this mountain, but now... except for a palm print that is 100 meters deep, there is no one.

All were killed in battle, but Zhang Guangyou didn't show any mercy. He was in a daze, dazed, and turned his head to look at Zhang Han after two seconds:

"We, we brought a branch of Fengxue Pavilion?"

Uh, it looks like someone didn't do anything from start to finish.

He didn't think so at first, although he wanted to do so in his heart.