Soon, Qin Fei, Bai Hanshuang, and the white-robed monk, turned into three white streams of light and left the ruins like ruins.

And the group of ghost crows were also very patient and kept circling not far away.

"quack...."

The sentries inside the ghost crow made a warning voice. They were the resentment of the killed immortals and a combination of monsters. They were very sensitive to the strange aura and found three white lights flying at high speed. They immediately flapped their wings and started to scream.

"There are these ants again!"

The leader in the ghost crow flew out of the nest soon and saw that it was Qin Fei and the others, he showed contemptuous eyes.

In a year, nothing can be changed. He can still kill these three human monks.

"Ants, you can't escape this time!"

The leader of the ghost crow flapped his wings, and a large number of ghost crows began to gather in a tacit understanding, gradually turning into a black giant shape of thousands of meters tall, swinging his mountain-like fists and smashing towards three streams of light.

"Pure Yang Sword, come out!"

Qin Fei shouted softly, and the twelve Pure Yang swords formed a sword formation, surrounding the ghost crow giant.

"Ant, a mere sword formation, can I do anything to me?" said the Ghost Crow Giant very conceitedly.

"Then try it!"

Qin Fei sneered and kept pouring into spiritual power.

In an instant, the Chunyang Sword spun at high speed, and blue-white sword energy surged like a tide, carrying crackling power of thunder and lightning, constantly compressing towards the Ghost Crow Giant.

"What kind of formation is this? Get out of here..."

The Ghost Crow Giant was born of resentment, so he was naturally very afraid of the power of lightning. Moreover, it was the first time he felt it so sharp and majestic that it seemed to be able to tear apart the sword energy of the sky.

The mountain-like arms changed into the shape of an axe and slashed fiercely towards the sword formation.

boom.....

“Gagaha…”

With loud noises, accompanied by countless screams, the ghost crows were strangled to pieces after touching the clear white sword energy.

It seemed that the Ghost Crow Giant was bitten by some monster and lost an arm in an instant.

"Damn it, let me destroy it!"

The Ghost Crow Giant seemed furious. He opened his mouth and sprayed black beams of light, like sulfuric acid, with a strong corrosive aura, shot towards the Pure Yang Sword Formation.

Qin Fei was worried that the Chunyang Sword Formation could not bear it, so he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood.

Suddenly, the Pure Yang Sword Formation burst out with a more blazing blue-white light, like a rising sun, completely wrapping the Ghost Crow Giant.

"No...Impossible!"

The Ghost Crow Giant felt that she was constantly "melting". Countless ghost crows turned into corpses and fell from high altitude. After being exposed to the sword light, they then turned into shattering.

The Ghost Crow Giant's figure was like a mountain, becoming smaller and smaller. He barely persisted for less than half a minute, and was finally completely strangled by the Chunyang Sword Formation.

"it's over...."

Qin Fei took back the Chunyang Sword and swallowed a pill to replenish his energy.

After adjusting his breathing, he showed a very satisfied smile.

The reforged Pure Yang Sword is indeed good enough!

Then, the three continued to fly and headed towards the foot of the large army.

Almost a month later, I finally saw the large army waiting in place, each of which was listless and looked very depressed.

Han Xin, Qin Fei and others have disappeared for almost a year, and they thought they were all killed by the fire monster.

However, seeing Qin Fei, Bai Hanshuang and a strange monk come back safely, they stand up one after another, asking about their gains, whether they have found fragments of the immortal weapon, etc.

Qin Fei looked at Han Zining in the crowd and wanted to stop talking, and then he briefly told the things that happened this year, but he did not say that the white-robed monk was the real Han Xin's affairs.

Finally, when everyone dispersed, Qin Fei walked to Han Zining's side: "Xiao Ning, we should be able to defeat the Shenluan Demon Lord!"

"Well, I believe in you!" Han Zining nodded and looked at Qin Fei affectionately. He had always believed in this man and had never changed.

Since he said that he could turn the situation around, he would definitely turn it around.

Afterwards, Bai Hanshuang began to contact Han Xin, Yan Ruyu and the others, and waited for almost half a month, and the remaining six people flew back one after another.

Except for Han Xin who found a complete broken immortal weapon, the others only found two or three relatively useless fragments of the immortal weapon.

After communicating with each other, Han Xin looked at the white-robed monk: "Who is this fellow Taoist?"

"He Dingtian, don't you even recognize the senior brother?" The white-robed monk looked at Han Xin with a cold expression, and almost squeezed a cold and hard voice out from his teeth.

"Who are you? Could it be a madman?" Han Xin's heart jumped, but then he thought that he was doing everything perfectly and no one knew his true identity.

Maybe this is Qin Fei's dog thief's plan, so he found a strange monk to cheat him, and then found a reason to turn against him.

But it doesn't matter. I have a broken immortal weapon in my hand, so I'm not afraid of this dog.

He doesn't cause trouble for himself, he still wants to cause trouble for him!

Seeing Han Xin's full of denial, his eyes turned blood red and said ferociously: "At the beginning, Master brought you and me, five of you and me, to the Fentian Continent to find the damaged immortal weapon. You secretly poisoned and used the ban to kill Master and everyone. I'm afraid you never expected that I was lucky, and I escaped from my body and lived until now.

He Dingtian, you have been pretending to be my identity for so many years. Are you not afraid of me coming to you when you go to bed at night?

Besides, can you pretend to be my appearance and my life experience? Come on, tell everyone, where is Han Xin from, who else is there in the family? When did you come to the mountain gate? What did you say when you first met your master? You can’t say it, I can say it..."

The monk with white robe stared at his eyes, and his voice became hoarse because he was too excited.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who to believe.

However, as the white-robed monk knew everything and explained some past events clearly, Han Xin's face became increasingly ugly.

Finally, he shouted directly and said, "Enough, so what if I am He Dingtian? You all listen to me now. I have found a broken immortal weapon that can lead you to defeat the God Luan Demon Lord and regain your dignity and freedom. If you believe in the so-called justice, you can come and siege me together.

Even if you kill me, you can only hide in the Burning Heaven Hell as a dog of a betrayal for the rest of your life, and you will never see your relatives and friends again. Now, whoever opposes me, stand up!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was quiet and the needle could be heard.

Everyone who was whispering subconsciously closed their mouths. Yes, what is Han Xin’s real identity and what he did before, is it important?

It doesn't matter at all, it's something inside the temple of the martial arts.

Nowadays, only He Dingtian has the strength and qualifications to lead everyone to win this turnaround battle. If it is naive and wants to preside over the so-called "justice", then is there any difference between seeking death?

The monks who can survive are all human spirits who have practiced for hundreds of years. Who wouldn’t want to leave this ghost place, return to the outside world, and continue to enjoy the glory of the cultivator?

What is the truth and what is justice?
Chapter completed!