Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 592 I'm Standing Here
Han Yu was already catching up at the fastest speed. If it had been in the past, it would have taken a lot of time.

Less than half an hour is considered extremely fast, but to the Piao Miao Sect, less than half an hour seems as long as a hundred years.

Faced with the terrifying might of heaven, many cultivators could only struggle helplessly like mortals, and finally died in despair.

Only one in ten ordinary cultivators survived, and more than half of the slightly stronger cultivators in the God-Gazing Realm were killed. Even the elders of the sect continued to die.

The face of the Grand Elder of Piao Miao Sect was almost distorted, and he was overwhelmed by a complete sense of powerlessness, but he could do nothing.

With just one wave of attacks, both of his arms were involved.

Next to him was the leader of Piaomiao Sect, whose face was covered in blood. A hideous wound on his chest pierced through his lungs. If it weren't for his cultivation in the Divine Stage, he would have died on the spot.

The opponent came alone too quickly, and there was no warning when he attacked. The first wave caught them off guard.

After several waves of attacks, they found it even more difficult to resist.

"How can you be so strong!"

The Great Elder spoke in disbelief. This was simply not something that these cultivators who had just entered the divine platform could resist.

Furthermore, the opponent's ability is too terrifying. The territory is full of murderous intentions. Once it is detonated, there is no escape.

This is naturally silent.

He acted separately from Xin Zhui and others, and it seemed that no one in the entire Central Plains could stop them.

"A mere ant!"

Wuyin sneered and said condescendingly.

"You are nothing but an ant to me."

When Han Yu's voice appeared on the scene, Wuyin was stunned.

Because of this inexplicable familiarity, a surge of evil fire rose in his heart.

Han Yu looked around and saw the devastated Piaomiao Sect, the land covered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his heart was touched.

"There's nothing we can do. They can't resist on their own. Even if we wait for someone to come and rescue us, it will take time. A good iron must be strong itself."

The spirit of the weapon shook its head helplessly.

Han Yu was not blaming himself, but he felt a little uncomfortable seeing the Central Plains being treated like grass and dominated by others.

And what he always says is, if you make me uncomfortable, then you won’t have an easy life either.

In fact, Han Yu didn't need to take action first. His face was very recognizable in the Yama Palace, and anyone with a little status would have been provoked by him.

He only needs to stand there, without saying a word, to attract hatred.

"Die to me."

Wuyin attacked recklessly. His inner demons also made him miserable. Now that he met his enemies, he was particularly jealous of each other.

The silent realm spread across the void and instantly enveloped Han Yu.

"careful!"

The Great Elder couldn't help but remind them loudly that it was this method that almost killed them all, so how dare Han Yu let him do it.

All was quiet in the area, but suddenly one could hear the sound of wind and the rise and fall of murderous intent.

The sound of a bell neighing was heard, cutting off a strand of Han Yu's hair.

Wuyin's face suddenly turned cold, drums beat, and murderous intent rose.

Suddenly, countless murderous aura appeared at the same time and completely enveloped Han Yu.

Finished!

The Great Elder and Piao Miao Sect Master both turned pale.

"act recklessly!"

Wuyin laughed from the bottom of his heart. Didn’t he know that his vocal range had already been deduced?
"Tsk!"

Suddenly he heard a sneer of contempt, Wuyin frowned and realized that the voice came from the realm of silence.

Just as I was wondering, a towering tree broke through the sound range and revealed a shadow hundreds of feet tall, which was magnificent and vast.

Looking at the Silent Realm again, Han Yu was standing under a tree. Not only was he unharmed, he hadn't even moved.

"I'm standing right here. If you can just scratch my skin a little, I won't kill you."

Han Yu folded his arms and suddenly sneered.

After these words were spoken, Wuyin was almost so angry that he vomited blood. When had he ever had the chance to be looked down upon by an ant like this?

His teeth creaked as he bit them, and the next moment, the terrifying pressure spread again, even expanding the silent area to several miles away.

The Great Elder's face changed, and he hurriedly organized the remaining monks to flee, and then he also retreated several miles away.

The murderous aura filled the entire void, and it was even so thick that it could be seen with the naked eye.

"Why are you so hot-blooded?" The spirit of the weapon couldn't help but complain inwardly. It would be fine if he was beaten to death with one stick. If that didn't work, he would be beaten twice.

"It's probably the youthful spirit."

Han Yu just wanted to see how much the other party's pride was worth.

It's just that they have lived long enough, and this damn pride of a group of old monsters seems to be engraved in their bones, which is particularly annoying.

When murderous intent arises, it is like the end of the world.

The mountains and rivers were all destroyed, but the standing shadow alone remained motionless.

Feeling the energy in his sea of ​​consciousness constantly dissipating, Han Yu seemed to be thinking, this means that as long as I have enough energy, no one can hurt me?

"Not necessarily. If the gap in strength is too big and you can't even handle it yourself, don't expect the Wood Divine Power to help you handle it."

The spirit of the weapon hurriedly reminded him, fearing that Han Yu would seek death again one day and provoke someone stronger by thinking he was invincible.

Han Yu was disappointed. If that was the case, why would he need it? In terms of strength, his body was strong enough.

Sure enough, the wooden magic power as a weapon is the correct answer.

The spirit of the weapon was unable to refute. After all, according to Han Yu's twisted logic, it seemed to be true.

When it comes to defense, his physical body is no worse than Mu Shentong.

If used as a weapon, it can really increase Han Yu's combat power, and combined with his physical body, it can even cause quite terrifying effects.

I thought Wuyin would show his surprise, then say how is this possible, and finally go through a complicated psychological process.

But in the end, they were very straightforward and unconventional. They just turned around and ran away.

He was not stupid. It was obvious that even if he used all his strength, he could not break the Dharma image at all. God knew what that thing was, but it was definitely not a good thing, especially for him.

Han Yu turned around, picked up the phantom and chased after it, almost scaring Wuyin silly.

With the continuous influx of energy into his sea of ​​consciousness, Han Yu had even become familiar with how to set up the fire wind.

A phoenix cry was heard above the sky, and then it was seen spreading its wings and coming towards us, grabbing a huge tree.

What the hell is this!

Just one glance made Wuyin break out in a cold sweat and he wished he could run faster.

High in the sky, rainbow light penetrated the sky and the earth. Wuyin's speed had reached its extreme speed. In just a few flashes, he was a hundred miles away.

However, the Fire Phoenix behind him was faster. Han Yu even went from the Fire Phoenix's heart to its head. At first glance, it looked like the Phoenix was holding a huge tree in its mouth.

Boom!
Han Yu exerted force suddenly, and the huge tree fell down with a terrifying sound. Wuyin's eyes widened in anger, and he fell heavily with blood coming out of all his seven orifices.

The mountains below shook violently, and the deep pit collapsed silently, with blood constantly flowing out of the mouth.

Just when he was about to climb out of the pit, Han Yu pressed down in the air, and the trees in the entire mountain range surged towards the pit like a tide.

Over and over again, no matter how Wuyin struggled to break free, the surging trees seemed to be endless, one wave after another, trying to trap him in the mountains.

When Han Yu came with the huge tree, Wuyin finally showed fear and screamed in panic.

"You can't kill me!"

"You don't even want to give me a reason, you might as well die!"

Han Yu curled his lips, raised the huge tree in his hand high, and smashed it hard below.

In an instant, the mountains shook, and when they looked again, Wuyin's figure was nowhere to be seen, just a pool of blurry minced meat.

Han Yu dropped the giant tree with great disgust. It was strange to say that once the magical power was disconnected, the object turned into a shadow and disappeared.

Well, another benefit of the Wood God Tong, the next one will be cleaner!

After dealing with Wuyin, Han Yu was not very happy. Instead, he suddenly became a little worried about Mo Xiuwen.

Even though the Mohist School did not send a letter asking for help, the sufferings of these sects were getting worse and worse, and no one knew whether the Mohist School could hold on.

"If it doesn't work, just make one more trip."

The spirit of the weapon held up its chin and spoke, saying that with Han Yu's current speed, it would not take much time to go to the Mo family.

Just as he was about to make a move, he heard a voice coming hurriedly.

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect, whose arms were broken, and the Sect Master came chasing after them together, their faces looking extremely grim.

Firstly, his own sect was almost destroyed, and now half of the population is probably gone.

Secondly, the summons they received did not seem to be in a good situation.

When Han Yu took the letter, it was just one sentence.

"I am chasing souls, come and rescue me quickly."

(End of this chapter)