In fact, this is true, but Han Yang's attack is not a physical attack, but a mental attack.

The next moment, he felt dark before his eyes. After a closer look, he saw incredibly surprised that he appeared in a city that was extremely dark and like hell.

"This...what is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the dark figure he had seen before appear. The dark figure had a sneer on the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth and swallowed him in one mouthful.

Although this city of death was launched by Han Yang, Han Mo and his true soul were connected, so they could freely enter here and control everything here. It can be said that entering here is the world of Han Yang and Han Mo.

However, Han Yang did not dare to devour the true soul like this, but Han Mo's body was very special. He was originally composed of a fierce aura and a trace of Han Yang's consciousness. Devouring the true soul or something would not harm him, but would greatly increase his strength.

Han Yang felt that Han Mo was much more powerful than before, probably because he had devoured the true souls of two seven-star powerful men before.

Han Mo shouted, "Wow, the true soul of the peak of the Seven Stars is so good to swallow, it's a big tonic!"

Han Yang rolled his eyes, and Han Mo said again: "This time I'm not losing money, let's not talk about it. This guy is still struggling. I want to concentrate on dealing with him!"

Then, he fell silent.

Han Yang put away the City of Death. To be honest, he felt much more relaxed. Otherwise, with his true soul in the middle stage of Liuhe at this moment, even in the City of Death, it would probably not be so easy to refine the true soul of the Seven-Star Peak Powerful Man.

At this moment, the mysterious man in black robe in front of him had completely fallen to the ground, with no breath, and no energy fluctuations all over his body. His true soul was swallowed, and he was not even qualified to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Han Yang snorted, of course he had no sympathy for this person. Since he dared to deal with me, he would have to pay the price.

But who is this?

Why are you eyeing yourself?

Han Yang frowned slightly, he walked over, lifted the black cloth on the man's head, and saw the face of a strange middle-aged man.

He doesn't know this person, so why should I deal with him?

Several strange colors flashed in Han Yang's eyes.

It seems that someone has already set his sights on him! I don’t know who he was, but he actually sent a strong man from the peak of the seven-star to deal with him. It’s such a big deal! Fortunately, I am not an ordinary person and have many trump cards on him, otherwise, I’m afraid he would be really dead.

But even so, he still felt very afraid in his heart.

The peak seven-star powerhouse is indeed terrible. If Han Mo hadn't been there, he would probably fall here today by himself.

A few sharp eloquence flashed in his eyes. Who is making trouble behind the scenes? Don’t be discovered by yourself.

However, he had some speculation in his heart.

He offended many people, Zhuo Shiran, Qin Feng, He Jinghui, Xiao Leihao, and even Wei Jun might be counted as one.

However, Xiao Leihao just knew that his ability would not have been arranged in advance, otherwise he would not have been robbed by him.

Then, there are only the few people left. Among these people, He Jinghui is the most suspicious.

Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, and a terrifying murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Okay, since you want to kill them all, then from now on, I, Han Yang, will never be polite. Don’t give me a chance, otherwise you will be killed.

Han Yang looked at the middle-aged man in black robe a few times, reached out and touched him. Such a strong man must have good things on him.

Sure enough, soon, he took out a storage bracelet and put it away directly. Then, he skillfully disposed of the guy's body.

He observed around for a while, and used his patron helmet to sense it carefully for a while. After confirming that no one was staring at him this time, he hurriedly left the place.

Perhaps because the middle-aged man was dead, the blockade of the surrounding space also disappeared automatically. Han Yang did not find any magical artifacts similar to the Fengyuan Bowl. I believe that the middle-aged man should have used some secret method.

When he returned to Qingyun Academy, Han Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how arrogant the people outside were, they would probably not dare to cause trouble in Qingyun Academy.

Therefore, Qingyun Academy is relatively safe.

When they walked into the side hall of Lanyuan, Zhou Ziqing and his girls immediately came up to meet him. They were all very happy to see him coming back safely.

Zhou Ziqing asked softly: "Han Yang, is the auction going well today?"

Han Yang nodded with a smile, "It's going well, no problem, what's going on in Fang Shaoyu?"

"He has healed a little! But he still can't go down the ground!"

Han Yang frowned and walked over.

After comforting Fang Shaoyu for a while, he said something to the others and went straight upstairs.

Through today's events, he realized that his cultivation was still insufficient, and the power of the Sky-Splitting God Fist was still pale in comparison after facing the powerful people at the peak of the Seven Stars.

Therefore, if he wants to continue to improve the Tiantian Divine Fist, and to improve the Tiantian Divine Fist, the Xuanyu Body must continue to practice at a higher level. To cultivate the Xuanyu Body, the Xuanyu Paste must be prepared with the blood of the ninth-level star beast.

Han Yang took the wings of the silver-winged Thunder Dragon at that time, and was actually thinking about whether he could extract some blood from it.

After coming to the room, he closed the door of the house, displayed the Fengyuan Bowl, and isolated the surrounding space. He took out the silver-winged Thunder Dragon wing wings more than three meters long.

Looking at the wings at close range, Han Yang could clearly feel the pure power of lightning inside. At the same time, he faintly felt a faint pressure slowly emanating from the wings of the silver-winged thunder dragon, which surprised his expression.

I don’t know how powerful this silver-winged thunder dragon was during his lifetime. One wing could even emit such pressure.

He thought about it and was about to try to see if he could extract some blood from the wings.

He activated the fire of his life and began to scorch a corner of the wings.

Although the wings are extremely hard, Han Yang's natal fire has been kept in his body for so many years and is extremely powerful. After a while, the wings finally began to melt slowly.

Han Yang's expression was suddenly overjoyed. He saw that as the wings melted, a drop of silver liquid gradually formed on it. He was overjoyed. This should be the blood of the silver-winged thunder dragon.

He immediately took out a small porcelain bottle and carefully caught it.

It took him a full day to refine these wings that were more than three meters long, but this day was not in vain. His gains were still very huge.
Chapter completed!