Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Chapter 416 Kill Huo Yihan!

Originally, the worst outcome that Huo Yihan had anticipated was that Rong Shu could be spared the death penalty by relying on the power of Wenxin Academy, but at least the Shenfeng Dynasty would abolish Rong Shu's cultivation or imprison him for a thousand years.

Allow for trouble.

Her master, Zhan Mingshan, would not remain indifferent either.

It would be great if we could force the eldest disciple Leng Mingjing to go down the mountain in person.

Can……

Unexpectedly, the most inconspicuous fifth disciple in Zhanming Mountain was the long-missing Prince Kamikaze. As soon as he appeared, he completely reversed the situation.

"Damn it! We were almost there...the plan would have succeeded."

A hint of hostility flashed in Huo Yihan's eyes, which was completely different from his usual gentle and indifferent image.

At this moment, Huo Yihan had a bad feeling in his heart.

He felt he couldn't stay any longer.

But seeing that Yan Youwei had not returned yet, Huo Qubing no longer cared about this idiot. He made a prompt decision and prepared to leave quietly through the back door.

"Brother Huo, where do you want to go?"

A cold female voice appeared out of nowhere.

Rong Shu fell from the sky and landed lightly on the roof.

The next second, the light of the activated formation lit up around Huo Yihan.

Space blockade!

space bound!

Huo Yihan's expression changed.

He could feel that he was "locked" in this formation. Even if he had some magical tools or secret techniques that could allow instant teleportation, he could not use them until the formation was broken.

When Huo Yihan turned around, he saw Wu Hua's figure appear behind him.

The retreat route was also blocked.

Huo Yihan raised the corner of his mouth, revealing an impeccable smile: "Junior Sister Rong, long time no see."

"After all, we were from the same sect in the past and became Master's disciples together. What are you doing?"

The tone was helpless.

The eyes are soft.

It's like indulging a naughty child.

Rong shook his body carelessly.

She almost got goosebumps all over the floor.

Is this the method Huo Yihan used on women like Yu Ruanruan and Yan Youwei?

"A fellow sect? Then why did you hire an assassin to take my life on the way to the sect competition?"

"In the years since you came to Zhongzhou, you've been hiding your true identity. During the holidays, you haven't even mentioned coming to visit me, your former fellow disciple."

"Now, he's been making small moves behind my back, anonymously reporting me for secretly learning the divine wind archery technique, which has drawn the attention of the ninth divine wind prince, Di Shaoze."

"Looking at all these things, I can't see any trace of friendship between us former fellow disciples."

Huo Yihan seemed quite helpless and sighed deeply: "Junior Sister Rong, I'm afraid you have misunderstood."

"The person who hired the assassin to kill you was actually Feng Lin. He couldn't bear to see Yu Ruanruan sad. Given Feng Lin's personality, he would naturally want to get rid of you as soon as possible."

"As for the anonymous report, I was completely unaware of it. Perhaps it was Youyan's own decision."

Rong Shu sneered, "If Feng Lin wanted to kill me, he would have done it himself. There's no need to go to the trouble of finding an assassin. Only some stinky bugs who always live in the gutter would use such underhanded means."

That was her first murder.

She remembers it vividly.

If she hadn't been alert, if she hadn't had hidden skills... or she would have died that day.

However, Rong Shu did not expect that before she had time to settle the score with Huo Qubing, the other party had already plotted against her.

In the past, during the days in Tianyan Sect, the person Rong Shu couldn't understand the most was Huo Yihan.

Yu Runrun possesses a semi-finished system for plundering luck, and the remnant souls of the Nightmare Clan are always giving her advice. She can "bewitch" Jun Xiuran, Feng Lin, and Qin Yuan, and with the help of their own luck, she lives the life of a talented girl who is the center of attention in the sect.

But Huo Yihan was the only one who had an ambiguous attitude towards Yu Runrun. It didn't seem like he was doting on her, but more like he was teasing her with a new and interesting toy.

Being able to resist the double "seduction" of the system and the residual souls of the Nightmare Clan, there must be something strange about Huo Yihan.

Rong Shu came here today, not only to avenge his past, but also to find out the truth.

"You want to buy time so that Yan Youwei from Danxian Sect can come back and rescue you, right?"

"It's no use. She can't come back for the time being."

His thoughts were exposed, and Huo Yihan could no longer maintain the fake smile on his face.

He looked at Rong Shu deeply, his tone full of regret: "Sure enough, I should have let that idiot Feng Lin kill you back then."

Finally, Huo Yihan stopped acting.

Rong Shu raised his right hand, holding the Wind Elephant Knife in his palm.

She was dressed in red, and her clothes rustled under the influence of the invisible spiritual pressure. The pressure of the Spiritual Transformation Stage emanating from her body was as solid as a substance and icy cold to the bone.

Veins bulged on Huo Yihan's forehead and beads of sweat oozed out. He wanted to struggle, but his mere Jindan stage cultivation was like an ant in front of Rong Shu.

The next second, he was slammed into the ground by an invisible giant palm. His bones made a dull sound of breaking under the weight, and his knees hit the hard stone slabs hard, and spider-web-like cracks spread out.

The air was as heavy as lead, and every breath felt like swallowing hard stone.

"Huo Yihan, you deserve to die."

Rong Shu's voice was not loud, but it was like the friction of cold iron, easily penetrating the silence. Every word he said carried the unquestionable pressure of a Divine Transformation cultivator.

The knife flashed, tearing open the stagnant space.

Huo Yihan's pupils suddenly widened.

The shadow of death loomed over our heads.

A roar like a dying beast erupted from his throat, and he mobilized spiritual power from all over his body, burning madly and desperately in an attempt to break free from the shackles.

"Uh-"

But in the blink of an eye, Huo Yihan's roar was crushed in his throat.

laugh!

The sound of the knife cutting into flesh and breaking bones was particularly crisp.

There was no violent collision, no clanging of metal, only the crispness of a sharp blade cutting through rotten wood.

Huo Yihan's head, with an expression of horror and despair, flew high into the air, and thick blood spurted out!

It drew a heavy arc and finally fell to the ground not far away. It rolled a few times and stopped face up. Its wide-open eyes were filled with extreme fear.

"……it's over."

Rong Shu stared deeply at the headless corpse.

Many years ago, the resentment accumulated in my heart due to the Jedi counterattack was finally completely released at this moment.

Wu Hua just stood by and watched without intervening.

Seeing that the person was dead, Wu Hua spoke: "Junior Sister, clean up the traces, we should leave..."

"Okay, Brother, I..."

Rong Shu was just about to say that he would take the initiative to cut the body into pieces and destroy all traces.

But when he saw something out of the corner of his eye, his alarm bells instantly went off!

Rong Shu flipped his wrist, the blade hummed, and instantly several blade auras were slashed out, shattering the body of "Huo Yihan" into unrecognizable pieces.

At this moment, no more blood gushed out from the broken neck of the headless body. Instead, a thick black gas as thick as ink gushed out!

The black air, carrying a biting chill, spread out instantly. The few weeds on the ground withered and turned into ashes instantly when they came into contact with the black air.

"Junior sister! Be careful!" Wu Hua also noticed something was wrong.

The dismembered body and the head that rolled to the ground began to melt rapidly like a wax figure under the scorching sun!

Flesh, bones, hair... everything was dissolving, turning into a pool of sticky black water that exuded a strong fishy, sweet, and rotten stench, bubbling with disgusting bubbles.

This pool of filthy black water churned, gathered, and arched upwards violently like a living thing!

The surging black air formed a new skeleton.

The flowing black water solidifies new flesh and blood.

A twisted, wriggling, inhuman black shadow rapidly took shape and rose in the filth!

But in the blink of an eye, the pool of black water and the swirling black air had condensed into the outline of a "person".

The blurred facial features gradually became clear, and the face of "Huo Yihan" appeared again, but this time, his skin was a heart-pounding deathly gray, and it seemed as if there were living things crawling and wriggling under his skin.

On that "familiar" face, an extremely exaggerated, ear-to-ear grin was stretched out in the direction of Rong Shu.

"Ha...haha..." An inhuman, hoarse laugh squeezed out of the new monster's throat, like countless gravel scraping on iron sheets, extremely piercing. "...Junior Sister Rong, we meet again."

Rong Shu clenched his two swords, his expression becoming serious: "You are actually... from the Nightmare Clan!"

The mystery of it all.

At this moment, the answer came.

Huo Yihan is from the Nightmare Clan, so of course he would not be "seduced" by the half-baked Yu Runrun in the past.