Listening to the feelings of this great disciple of the Demon Sect, Han Jing asked a little puzzled.

He didn't understand why the other party was so calm and didn't think about escaping immediately.

"Are you theirs?"

In the next moment, he looked at the practitioner who was blocking the road at the beginning and thought of some possibility.

The man in plain clothes with a strong Northern Wei accent turned around, looked at the practitioner who entered the holy realm, bowed seriously, and said, "Yes."

"You should be ours."

Han Jingwen frowned deeply. He thought about the scene where this person had made a move to force Hong Jin and others out of the figures, and his heart suddenly became clear, "Just want me to show up, so your target is me?"

“That’s right.”

The man with a strong Northern Wei accent straightened his body. The plain clothes on his body flowed strangely and slowly shone with the true energy in his body. Some mysterious black runes even began to appear on the surface of his clothes.

"I know his name."

Han Jing asked to confirm what these people wanted to do, but calmed down. He glanced at Hong Jing, then looked at the man in Suyi and said, "Are you another master of the Demon Sect? Those who want to try to cross the border and kill me are not ordinary people. I want to know your true name."

"My name is Zong Shengxing."

The man in plain clothes shook his head, "I am not the true disciple of Lord Demon Sect."

Han Jingwen frowned again.

He was somewhat doubtful whether the other party was talking about the real name, because in his impression, he had never heard of such a powerful practitioner in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Listening to the conversation between these people, the official in the train, wearing a crimson official robe, already understood what was going on.

"He wants to wait for us to kill you and then kill everyone to silence me, but I don't think so."

At this moment, Hong Jing's voice sounded.

Hong Jing looked at the official wearing a crimson robe gently and said, "So if you can understand, you can try to escape first later."

"Mr. Hengyun, should it be like this?"

The official shook his head, no fear, but just looked at Han Jing with a look of regret and regret, and asked, "Don't say it's now, even in the previous dynasty, it's past."

Han Jing asked silently.

"You go first." He then looked at the official and said.

Everyone in the convoy looked at the official.

The official sank his eyelids, returned to the carriage, and signaled to set off.

The convoy continued along this official road.

No one in the train expressed his gratitude to Han Jingwen.

“Beautiful made.”

Hong Jing smiled and looked at Han Jing and asked, "It's just Mr. Hengshan. This method cannot be fulfilled. As long as you come today, I will try to spread some things. Your Southern Emperors are also truly smart people, so he will naturally tell them."

Han Jingwen looked at the Demon Sect's high-level master who had the same word as his name, and he was increasingly puzzled to understand why the other party still had such a confident smile when facing life and death.

He didn't say anything more.

He was just sure that if the people in front of him, especially the disciple of the Demon Sect, did not die, the result would be even more terrifying.

His body instantly burst into dazzling light, just like a scorching sun, instantly wrapping his entire body.

There is no strong wind or terrifying atmosphere, it just makes people feel incomprehensible and powerful.

Everyone in the convoy on the road looked back at the light ball in shock.

None of them had ever seen the action of a practitioner entering the holy realm.

There was a loud bang!

The light ball was still in place, but the ground around Zong Shengxing, a Northern Wei practitioner in plain clothes, flew away, and smoke and dust surged up like a fountain.

There were countless crystal textures spreading in the air in front of Zong Shengxing, just like a crack suddenly appeared in clean glass.

A ball of blood mist shook out behind Zong Shengxing and flew away directly.

Zong Shengxing stood there, his face was extremely pale, and there were many cracks on his face, but no blood flowed.

A big hole appeared in his chest and abdomen. The hole was transparent in front and back, and you could see broken bones and broken internal organs.

Everyone in the convoy couldn't help but stare.

Such a terrifying wound should die instantly.

However, even though it was already far apart, the people in the convoy could still hear the beating of Zong Shengxing's heart and bloodline.

Han Jingwen's body appeared in front of the light ball.

He raised his fist and had not yet withdrawn it.

This extremely powerful practitioner who entered the holy realm, the weapon he trusted the most was his fist.

At this moment, blood was flowing from his fists and his entire arm.

The expression in his eyes was extremely complicated and his face was solemn.

Unlike what everyone in the convoy imagined, the blood on his arm was not Zong Shengxing's, but his own.

There were dozens of tiny holes on his sleeve, and below the holes were wounds with skin and flesh.

There were dozens of triangular pieces of metal inside the wound, like snake heads, going upwards along his bloodline.

“Is it worth it?”

Han Jing asked seriously as Zong Shengxing, who had broken the terrifying wound between his chest and abdomen.

“I will enter the hunting grounds of my ancestors.”

Zong Shengxing laughed, "Death is the eternal beginning, not the end for us, the Luoyue Clan. Only by dying bravely in battle can we enter the palace of glory."

Han Jing asked his eyebrows were locked deeply.

He had heard of the strange tribes in the Northern Wei border, among which there were the Lost Moon Clan, who regarded death in battle as the highest honor.

At this moment, Zong Shengxing's pupils turned red, and the true energy that was still suppressing the meridians in his body was squirting out of the wounds in his chest.

Han Jing asked muffled.

The strange metal fragments in the wound of his arm were traveling into his body at a speed faster than the flying sword. The most important thing was that his true energy could not stop the reverse movement of such fragments, but could only make them faster.

No extra action.

His true energy exploded on his shoulders.

His right arm was broken with his shoulders and flew towards the sky.

An uncontrollable scream rang out in the convoy in the distance.

The higher the cultivation level, the more impossible it is to fight across the border. No one can imagine that a cultivator who enters the holy realm will be forced to cut off his arms directly.

At this moment, the light around Han Jingwen became brighter.

Some energy like black rags appeared quietly and fluttered outside Han Jingwen's body.

“It should be enough.”

Hong Jing bowed seriously to Zong Shengxing's body, and then retreated resolutely.

Han Jing asked tightly and pursed his lips. He stopped the bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and stood still.

These black vital energy not only have powerful true vital fluctuations, but also have the smell of many poisons.

The moment Hong Jing turned around and left, Han Jingwen also felt the breath of some special poison from him and the followers.

Even if he doesn't have his arms broken, it will probably cost a lot to be able to kill these people.

He slowly raised his head, looked at his broken arm falling from the sky, and understood the meaning of the four words Hong Jing left.
Chapter completed!