Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

Chapter 80 You deserve to die!

"Then let me show you whether I have the power to give you a new life!" As Lin Han's voice fell, the Hongmeng spiritual energy in his body surged instantly, and a powerful force condensed at his fingertips.

He lightly touched it, and the scars all over the Water Spirit Python King's body healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a mysterious power was nourishing its body and gradually restoring its vitality.

Before long, the Water Spirit Python King's vitality had recovered to about 70%. It stared at Lin Han with its bell-like eyes wide open in shock. It had never seen such a miraculous power that could rejuvenate its almost exhausted vitality.

"How about it? Am I qualified to be your master?" Lin Han asked calmly, with confidence gleaming in his eyes.

"Greetings... Master." The Water Spirit Python King lowered its proud head, its voice filled with awe. It understood that the young man in white clothes, whiter than snow, not only possessed formidable strength, but also possessed the miraculous ability to revitalize it. It was willing to submit to such a master.

"Hmm..." Lin Han nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "From now on, I will call you Xiaoshui."

"Thank you, Master, for the name!" The Water Spirit Python King nodded excitedly, with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

"Xiao Shui, please enter my storage ring space to practice! I believe you will be able to condense a new demon core soon." Lin Han continued.

"Everything is subject to the master's arrangements." Xiaoshui replied respectfully.

Lin Han smiled slightly, waved his hand, and put Xiaoshui into the Taikoo Yuanling Ring. He knew that Xiaoshui would get a better training environment here and recover his strength faster.

"It's almost time to return to Xuanbao Pavilion," Lin Han muttered to himself. However, at this moment, he suddenly sensed the sounds of intense fighting coming from fifty miles away. Curious, he vanished from his position in a flash, sprinting off in the direction fifty miles away.

……

"Bang bang bang bang..." The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the village path.

"Run..." A terrified cry broke the afternoon tranquility.

"People from Guiyunmen are coming..." These words were like a gust of cold wind, sweeping across the entire village in an instant, making everyone's heart sink.

The villagers' fear reached its peak as they fled in all directions. Children clung to their parents' clothes, while adults looked ashen and staggered.

"None of you will escape. You will all become our ghost slaves... Hahaha..." A group of men in black cloaks appeared out of thin air like ghosts. They hovered in the air, their sinister gazes sweeping across every fleeing villager like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Their laughter, like a ghostly chant, was chilling.

"Let's see who gets more ghost slaves?" someone suggested.

"Okay, this is a good suggestion..." another person responded with a sinister smile.

As they laughed evilly, the tranquility of the village was completely shattered. With a casual wave of their hands, houses were reduced to ruins, and smoke and dust rose in the air.

"Ah, don't kill me..."

"Do not kill me……"

Among the fleeing villagers, several strong men knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and begged desperately. However, their pleas for mercy were only met with screams of souls being torn from their bodies. Their eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and despair.

In a blink of an eye, countless corpses were lying on the ground of the village. Their souls had been stripped away and their deaths were extremely tragic.

"There are ten more..." The men in black cloaks counted the remaining villagers, with cruel smiles on their lips, and slowly approached the ten people.

Among the ten people, a brother and sister stood out. The sister hid behind her brother, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness. The brother held her hand tightly, trying to comfort her with his own strength.

"Hehehe... It's over..." The men in black cloaks seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, and they were ready to deprive the souls of the last ten people.

However, at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded in the air: "You deserve to die!" This voice was filled with endless anger and murderous intent, as if it came from the god of death in the underworld.

The men in black cloaks were startled by the sudden sound. They looked up and saw a young man in snow-white clothes floating in the air. His eyes were cold and firm, as if he wanted to freeze them one by one.

"Damn it! You're pretending to be so arrogant and scaring me, kid! Do you want to die?" A man in a black cloak roared angrily, his finger pointing straight at Lin Han, who was floating in the air in white clothes and as pure as snow.

"--boom!"

With this roar, the man in the black cloak who was pointing at Lin Han was instantly pierced through by an invisible force. His eyes widened, filled with unwillingness and astonishment, and he finally fell down powerlessly, ending his life.

"Sixth Brother!" The other men in black cloaks were so shocked that they were speechless when they saw this scene. Their faces were full of fear and confusion.

Lin Han was like a god above the nine heavens. His eyes were stern, like ice and snow. He walked down from the air step by step and finally stood firmly on the ground.

"Brother, do you think that big brother is an immortal?" A clear child's voice broke the brief silence.

"Little sister, it should be... right." The brother's voice trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on Lin Han, his heart full of admiration and yearning.

Lin Han looked around at the bodies of women, old and young lying in disarray. He sighed inwardly, "I'm still a step too late!"

Then, his gaze fixed on the dozen or so men in black cloaks.

"What a powerful aura!" The men in cloaks exclaimed in their hearts. They looked at Lin Han's sharp eyes and felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

Lin Han asked coldly: "Where are you from?"

"We are from the Guiyun Sect!" A dozen cloaked men answered tremblingly.

"--boom!"

A cloaked man's body was pierced, his eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.

"You're slow to answer!" Lin Han's tone was so calm as if he was talking about something insignificant.

Lin Han asked again, "Why are you seizing the souls and spirits of these innocent mortals?"

"To refine ghost slaves!"

"-Bang bang bang!"

Four more men in cloaks were pierced through the body, and their fallen bodies seemed to express their unwillingness.

"You're still too slow to answer." Lin Han's tone remained cold.

"Where is your Guiyun Sect's base?" Lin Han asked again.

"Silent Valley..." the remaining six men said in fear and trepidation.