The entire ground was trembling violently.

Grandma Zou and several heavy armored swordsmen next to her couldn't stabilize her body, and she fell directly to the ground.

A cold light flashed, and Grandma Zou screamed and retreated backwards. At the same time, she held up the dragon-head crutch weighing 100 kilograms in her hand to block her.

With a crisp crack, the dragon-head crutch was divided into two pieces, the cut surface was flat and smooth. Grandma Zou screamed, and a red line suddenly appeared on her forehead, and blood flowed happily.

Several heavy armored swordsmen had no time to react. After a brief moment of stagnation, they were frightened to find that their left and right hands were further away from each other and were directly divided into two neat pieces.

Han Zixiao's expression changed drastically, and she waved her sword to block the cold light. Yue Lin was gone in her eyes.

Under the cover of a claw full of death, the man in red robe was shocked in his eyes. The spiritual consciousness burst out with all his strength. Finally, at the last moment, the potential burst out. The folding fan suddenly rose in the impossible, blocking the terrifying claws falling from the sky.

Thorn...

The man in red robe's face changed again. The folding fan that could withstand the attack of the monk's flying sword was like paper at this moment, and a big hole was broken in an instant.

Yue Lin's sharp fingers continued to press down, firmly wrapping the head of the man in red robe.

"Then let's die together!"

The man in the red robe knew that he could not survive this blow. The cruel emotions in his chest suddenly burst out, and his empty left hand pierced out like lightning and inserted it into Yue Lin's chest.

Yue Lin could obviously stop this hand knife, but he did not move. He pinched the sharp claws on the head of the man in the red robe without exerting force, and just let the other party penetrate his chest deeply.

The man in red robe was delighted and immediately felt deeply confused.

His thorn easily penetrated the thin spiritual barrier, pierced several layers of clothes and penetrated into Yue Lin's body, but something that he couldn't understand happened. The feeling in his hand was empty and unable to touch, as if there was a huge hole there.

"Both losses are both hurt!" Han Zixiao's pupils contracted, and her heart suddenly relaxed.

Yue Lin's stepping and grabbing was too terrifying. It had completely blew up the contempt in her heart. All that was left was fear and uneasiness. If both sides were injured, it would definitely be the best result for her.

"You..." The man in red robe stared blankly at his left hand. Through his broken clothes, he actually saw the dark night behind him.

Even the immortal cultivator could not do this after being injured so seriously. This situation was completely beyond the expectations of the man in the red robe.

The next moment, all the doubts in the man in the red robe were replaced by horror.

His spiritual consciousness, and even the essence of flesh and blood, rushed out through his left hand that penetrated into Yue Lin's wound. In just a moment, his entire arm had withered and shrunk and spread rapidly towards his torso.

Subconsciously, he wanted to pull his arm back, but found that he was inseparable from the other party and could only let his power pass away.

After a breathing time, the man in red robe turned into ashes and dispersed.

Yue Lin frowned. He did not expect this situation to happen, but now is not the time to think deeply about this issue.

Han Zixiao and Grandma Zou were stunned. An enemy like the man in the red robe who brought them great pressure disappeared under their noses. This visual impact was so shocking that even Han Zixiao, a cultivator of the Baihua Pavilion, had never seen it before.

After all, killing a monk and turning a monk into ashes in the blink of an eye are two completely different situations.

Yue Lin took out a new bundle of bandages and slowly wrapped the wound again.

During this process, no one dared to speak, and even his breathing was deliberately suppressing, only the whistling sound of the wind echoed in everyone's ears.

After putting on his clothes again, Yue Lin looked at Han Zixiao calmly, "You were born and raised locally and should be familiar with your surroundings."

He used a statement tone, not a questioning tone.

Han Zixiao took a deep breath and nodded respectfully, "What do you need me to do?"

In the face of Qianjue's strength, she had no choice but to bow her head. As for the serious injuries of Grandma Zou when she grew up as a child and the death of the family guards, these have become insignificant trivial matters.

"Three hundred miles west of Risheng City, there is a red soil wasteland. Come with me."

After hearing Yue Lin's order, Han Zixiao's eyes moved and asked carefully: "Sir, are you going to investigate the monsters that appeared there?"

"Oh? Do you know about this too?" Yue Lin picked up the thing that fell from the man in the red robe, and the expression on his face slightly eased, "What does Baihua Pavilion think about this?"

Han Zixiao said, "I'd like to forgive you. I'm just a disciple of the Bizhu Hall of Baihua Pavilion. I don't know what plans the senior officials of the pavilion have. This time I came out of the mountain just to solve the family's problems. I was ordered to investigate one or two."

"Xue Yangshen didn't say anything?"

As soon as Yue Lin said this, Han Zixiao's head lowered and she whispered: "No, Palace Master Xue didn't say anything."

"Lord of Palace?" Yue Lin narrowed his eyes and said in confusion: "Isn't Xue Yangshen the deputy director of Bizhu Palace? When will he become the master of the palace?"

"Something happened a few days ago. The third elder, Mi Xin, was in the Yunyun. The former Lord of the Bizhu Palace took over Elder Mi's position and was in charge of external affairs. Deputy Lord Xue took charge of the Bizhu Palace. Therefore, the Lord of the Palace took charge of the Bizhu Palace."

"So that's how it is." Yue Lin knew that this matter had a lot to do with him. If he took a step back, Xue Yangshen could be regarded as being pushed up by him, although he would never say this matter.

Risheng City, Han Mansion.

Han Baidang had already drunk five cups of tea and his face began to feel a little anxious.

Even Han Bingyan no longer seemed quiet and calm. She turned her head to look at the door from time to time, as if Grandma Zou and her sister-in-law could come in from outside the next moment.

"Bingyan, how long has Grandma Zou left?" Although she drank a stomach of tea, Han Bai realized that her voice was so hoarse when she spoke.

"It's been nearly two hours... It shouldn't be. The distance between my sister-in-law and me should have arrived now." Han Bingyan frowned, revealing a strong sense of anxiety, "Can it be..."

She immediately overturned her thoughts, "Impossible, my sister-in-law came out there. Even if she encounters an enemy, she should have the power to retreat, not to mention that Grandma Zou and the four most elite soldiers in the mansion are there."

Han Baidang picked up the sixth cup of tea, and as soon as he took a sip, a rapid sound came from outside the study door.

"Honor, please report it urgently!"

"explain!"

The person outside the door gasped and said, "Grandma Zou is back."

Han Bai showed an ecstatic expression in front of him, "Where is she? Miss Fourth is back?"

"Grandma Zou returned seriously injured, Miss Four, Miss Four was kidnapped..."

A crisp sound was heard.
Chapter completed!