Han's Ancestral Hall, the gray world behind the bead curtain.

Han Sigu said: "The cursed ghost stole the breath of my sword, making it impossible for the Blood River Sword to recognize its true owner. What you have to do is to find the Blood River and convince it that I am its true owner."

"Senior Brother Han, but you don't know where the treasure house of Han Family Villa is?" Tang Nanzhai frowned slightly and said, "We have only been to the study and the ancestral hall, but we have not set foot in other places. If searching for the treasure house has delayed senior brother's affairs..."

Han Sigu said gently: "The treasure house is at the bottom of the lotus pond and will only be opened at night. My natal flying sword is now guarding the treasure house. After you go there, you will naturally see it when the treasure house is opened."

"Since senior brother knows, why don't you go by yourself?" Tang Nanzhai's heart skipped a beat and he instinctively asked.

"Of course I have my reasons." Han Sigu said, "In short, this matter is not difficult for you. You go alone and come back quickly. The others stay here, and I will help you protect them."

Tang Nanzhai instinctively refused: "Senior Brother Han kindly accepts it, but we brothers and sisters always act together..."

"My natal Flying Sword has been spoiled by me, and it has a rather unruly temperament." Han Sigu sighed after hearing the words, and said, "Ordinary monks in the Qi training period are just ants in its eyes. It can't communicate with ants.

If you, my junior brothers and sisters, go with you, you will just die."

"When you get to the place, remember to be careful. Only after you catch its three swords will you have a chance to talk to it."

"Otherwise, it will just treat you as blood food sent to its door, do you understand?"

Tang Nanzhai sighed secretly, cupped his fists and said, "Yes!"

He glanced at Lin Long and others, and said in a deep voice, "You stay here and serve Senior Brother Han well. I'll be back as soon as I go."

Before he finished speaking, Han Sigu raised his hand slightly, and dozens of blood-colored silk threads suddenly rolled towards his body, and soon entangled Tang Nanzhai.

This thread was extremely cold, but it did not affect his movements at all.

Tang Nanzhai was afraid, but he didn't dare to move much at this moment. He bowed to Han Sigu and immediately felt dizzy. When he recovered, he was already standing in front of the bead curtain.

He looked back at the bead curtain in fear, not daring to stay any longer, and hurried down the mountain.

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After leaving the back mountain, Pei Ling immediately slashed at the bloody thread with his knife, but the blade passed through the thread without any hindrance, as if these threads did not exist at all in front of the sharp edge of the Yansheng knife.

He activated the cold marrow fire to burn it again, but still could not touch these threads.

Pei Ling's heart sank slightly. He didn't trust Han Sigu at all. Not to mention that the friendship between the Holy Sect was a joke. If he really found the Blood River Sword for him, how could he be the first with him if he had 10% of the Heavenly Dao?

Or is this the first meeting to share the method of building the foundation of heaven for the cheap junior brother who came here to plot the treasure house of Han Family Villa?

It would be strange not to kill him and Lu Luqiang backhand.

And according to Han Sigu, the reason why the Blood River Sword is not with him is because he can't tell who is the master between him and the cursed ghost.

In this case, who knows whether the person he met is Han Sigu himself, or a cursed ghost in disguise?

Although he didn't quite know what a cursed ghost was, he knew just by looking at the name that it wasn't a good person.

The current strategy to break the situation is not to find Nao Shizi's natal flying sword for Han Sigu, but to find a way to improve his strength!

"Han's treasure house..." Pei Ling thought, "You have to enter the treasure house first!"

He couldn't help but speed up his escape.

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After leaving the lotus pond, Dong Caiwei didn't know where to go to find Han Sigu.

"I have been to the six formations, the main hall and the martial arts arena." She bit her lip and thought quickly, "There is no study room either... What's left is only the ancestral hall and the ancient well."

If there are neither of these two places, then you can only look for a needle in a haystack in a huge manor.

Based on previous speculations, Zhang Shuo was killed in the ancestral hall, and Guan Xuerui's team was killed in the ancient well. These two places are obviously extremely dangerous, and even the monks at the ninth level of Qi training can't protect themselves.

She is only at the eighth level of qi training. If she goes there, wouldn't it mean that she is going to die?

But thinking that Jiao Pu and Lu Fujiang were still waiting for her to redeem their lives in the sword formation, Dong Caiwei gritted her teeth and walked to the ancestral hall.

Just when they reached the foot of the mountain, they bumped into Tang Nanzhai.

"Senior Brother Tang?" Dong Caiwei was startled. After Jiao Pu's previous reminder, she subconsciously looked at Tang Nanzhai's empty back and said in surprise, "You... just came out of the ancestral hall?"

Could it be that Tang Nanzhai's team was also wiped out in the ancestral hall?

If this is the case, even if she is not afraid of death, wouldn't she still be delivering food?

Wait, she just wanted to find Han Sigu, and she didn't have to choose an ancestral hall.

Thinking of this, Dong Caiwei was about to speak when Tang Nanzhai frowned and said, "Where are Jiao Pu and the others? Why are you the only one?"

"Senior Brother Jiao and Senior Brother Lu met something and asked me to go to the ancestral hall to find out something." Dong Caiwei took advantage of the situation and said, "I dare to ask Senior Brother Tang, did you see Senior Brother Han Sigou in the ancestral hall?"

Um?

Tang Nanzhai suddenly narrowed his eyes and said bluntly: "Have you met a cursed ghost?"

"It's not a cursed ghost!" Dong Caiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. It seemed that Tang Nanzhai had indeed gained something in the ancestral hall, which saved her a lot of effort. She said quickly, "We met senior brother Han Sigu's flying sword."

"Flying Sword? Is it the Blood River Sword?" Tang Nanzhai thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "I was ordered by Senior Brother Han Sigu to go find it, but I don't know where it is now? Take me there quickly.

See it!"

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On the mountain path, Pei Ling used the vampire escape technique, and his whole body turned into a streak of blood. In a moment, he passed through many distances and landed at the lotus pond.

At this time, the surface of the pool was calm, but a bloody sword hung high in the air, absorbing the moonlight with its fierce momentum. Even if you looked at it from a distance, your eyes would feel stinging.

Pei Ling quickly turned away and did not dare to look. He secretly thought that this should be Han Sigu's natal flying sword, so he saluted: "I am Zheng Jingshan, by order of senior brother Han Sigu..."

Swish, brush, brush!

Before he finished speaking, the blood sword moved in mid-air, and three sword energy emerged out of thin air, covering the sky with blood light, and slashed towards Pei Ling!

Pei Ling couldn't help being shocked. He used the Blood Ghost Escape Technique and flashed through the gaps in the sword energy between the lightning and flints, avoiding the first sword energy. At the same time, the Blood Demon Sword Technique was used to its limit.

, tried his best to block the second sword energy. The moment the sword energy connected with the blade, the Yansheng knife came out almost instantly. There was a sharp pain from the tiger's mouth, and liquid flowed out instantly, soaking the handle of the Yansheng knife.

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But he didn't care about this. He looked at the third sword energy coming toward him. Although he tried his best to dodge, he still watched helplessly as the opponent passed through his ribs, leaving a blood mark that was deep enough to see the bones.

Even the top quality bones that had begun to transform into jade were scratched out.

Pei Ling was forced by the remaining strength of the sword. He staggered two steps and knelt on the ground. He didn't care about the gaping gap in the tiger's mouth. He picked up the knife and was about to fight for his life. However, the blood sword did not continue to attack, but said loudly: "Continue to speak.

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Chapter completed!