At this moment, Han Qianqian's mouth was full of blood, but he forced all that blood into his belly.
But looking back at the Wanjun who were attacking again and the group of Pill God Pavilion disciples in mid-air above the Voidless Sect, Han Qianqian had no choice.
With a furious glare, the three living sons of the Demon Sect retreated backwards, a feeling of terror rising from their hearts.
At that moment, Han Qianqian forced the Tai Xu Divine Steps and turned into a phantom shadow, forcing his way straight to the Pill God Pavilion disciples in the mid-air of the Voidless Sect.
"Stop him for me." Wang Juzhi shouted.
Several hundred disciples immediately flew straight up, but when they saw Han Qianqian flying in with the Pan Gu Axe in his hand and a murderous aura in his eyes, the group surprisingly scattered directly, no one daring to stop them.
With just his aura, he could scatter the souls of the Pill God Pavilion, and I was afraid that there was no one else but Han Qianqian who could do that.
He had originally thought that he would take advantage of Han Qianqian's trap to lead his men to raid the Void Sect and get back what would have been his war credit, but now that he was halfway there, he had become a hot potato.
"Fuck, what the hell is this guy, his ghost won't let go." Cursing, Ye Lucheng turned around and ran, not even a hint of hesitation.
The Pill God Pavilion's 10,000 man army just let Han Qianqian come and go as he pleased, and, whoever saw him, hid.
Lu Ruoxin's heart rippled as she watched, she liked Han Qianqian's performance more and more.
This is the man.
When he rejoined the doorway of the Void Sect, Han Qianqian turned around and looked back, his aura was overwhelming.
"Those who enter the front, die!" Han Qianqian shouted coldly.
No one dared to take another step forward.
"Come on, those who don't, die!" Wang Juzhi was furious, he was personally leading the army, if he was beaten like this by Han Qianqian, what face would his Pill God Pavilion have in the Eight Worlds in the future? What qualifications did he, the new True God, have to call himself a god in the Eight Directions World? As he snapped the neck of a retreating soldier in his hand, he shouted angrily.
Seeing Wang Juzhi's killing spree, the Pill God Pavilion disciples looked at each other, stiffened their heads and attacked towards Han Qianqian.
Han Qianqian also wielded the Pan Gu Axe and thundered through the air, the Pan Gu Axe sweeping in all directions with a huge golden aura of might.
For a while, the battle raged in the mid-air of the Voidless Sect.
But the Pan Gu Axe itself, which Han Qianqian had not mastered enough, could not be particularly powerful with its great exertion, and with his body heavily injured, in just a few rounds, Han Qianqian's body had staggered completely, staggering in mid-air and threatening to fall down at any moment.
And although disciples of the Pill God Pavilion continued to fall, the attack became more and more ferocious under the leadership of many experts.
As he watched more and more people gather in the air in front of him, even directly surrounding Han Qianqian, on top of the high mountain, Lu Ruoxin finally clapped her hands, and Chi Meng walked up quickly.
"Let her go and help." Lu Ruoxin knew that Han Qianqian had already reached her limit, and if she didn't make a move, Han Qianqian would only die on the spot.
Han Qianqian's performance had satisfied her, and that was enough.
But just as Chi Meng was about to go down, Lu Ruoxin suddenly frowned, her gaze muttering in mid-air, "What's he doing?"
Chi Meng followed Lu Ruoxin's gaze, only to see Han Qianqian, who was heavily surrounded in mid-air, suddenly slapped his palm on his chest, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth.
"Has he gone mad? Self-inflicted injury?" Chi Meng was also greatly confused.
Lu Ruoxin was silent, even the ice-cold smart one didn't know what Han Qianqian was up to at this point!
"Could it be that he doesn't want to be killed by these rabble-rousers, so he would rather kill himself to save his own temper?" Chi Meng said strangely.
Lu Ruoxin shook her head, she wasn't sure either.
But soon, the two masters and servants froze as if they were wooden.
After Han Qianqian had spurted out the blood from his mouth, he suddenly moved his hand and, with his last strength, fiercely struck out all the blood that had been spurted out directly.
That great mouthful of blood directly turned into countless drops and attacked the crowd of people from the Pill God Pavilion who were surrounding them.
Amongst the ten thousand troops, a group of people were wondering about Han Qianqian's self-inflicted injury, and were only confused about the sudden blowing of his blood into drops of blood, which came in a falling rain, could it be that this guy was still refusing to bow down before he died? To use this way, to insult them a little?
But the next second, like Lu Ruoxin's master and servant, all froze.
Blood like rain, where it passed, almost every inch of grass was untouched, and those who were stained with blood suddenly transformed into blood shadows in just a flash.
Mixed with Han Qianqian's drops of blood, they condensed into a diffuse blood mist in the air.
It was both beautiful to look at and tinged with a hint of eeriness.
"Holy shit!" When Wang Juzhi saw the scene in the air, the 10,000 people were actually lost by a rain of Han Qianqian's blood in an instant, he was so shocked that he could not help but curse out loud.
All the people behind Wang Juzhi took a step backwards.
What the hell had they met? This was not a human being, it was a god of death!
Lu Ruoxin and Chi Meng also opened their mouths in complete slight shock at this time, Lu Ruoxin froze, and her heart suddenly moved.