Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

"Such a strong sword intent!" Lin Xuan licked his lips and looked towards the direction of the Burial Emperor Mountain.

"I don't know which genius he is, but he must have a lot of luck."

His spiritual power was much stronger than before, but it seemed a little unstable.

"Now that I have reached the Core Formation stage, I have used up most of my Luck Points in order to avoid the Thunder Tribulation. Perhaps it is time to go to the Burial Emperor Mountain."

He took out a handful of low-grade spirit stones and rushed towards the Burial Emperor Mountain.

As he walked, he casually threw spirit stones into the air. The spirit stones turned into streams of light that streaked across the sky and fell all over the secret realm.

Not long after, streams of luck and fortune came from the void and were swallowed and absorbed by him.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but ever since he started absorbing luck, he always felt as if there was a special energy hovering above his head.

As he continued to swallow, the energy seemed to become thicker and thicker, but when he looked closely, he could not see anything.

Bai Mujian stood on the outskirts of the woods, looking at the black beam of light rising into the sky, his expression somewhat moved.

He had never seen anyone who was only at the Jindan stage and could condense the sword intent into substance.

What’s even more terrifying is that within that sword intent, there is a deeply hidden and extremely pure murderous intent.

The murderous intent was so pure that it was without any impurities. Even his original body could not do such a thing.

"With such pure killing intent, he is indeed extremely suitable for the path of killing. If he can stick to his original intention, he may even have the opportunity to comprehend the essence of killing in the future, and his achievements will be limitless!"

"But..." Bai Mujian was extremely confused.

"How could such a peerless genius be born in such a small world?"

On the top of the Burial Emperor Mountain, in the great formation.

As the boundless sword intent rushed towards the sky, the piercing sound of the bells instantly disappeared.

Under the impact of the sword intent, the crimson bells instantly lost their original dazzling red glow and turned into a pair of ordinary red bells. They fell to the ground with a snap and there was no movement anymore.

The formation covers an area of ​​thirty miles, and the entire formation is shrouded in a translucent white spiritual light shield. At this moment, the light shield was punched out by the sword intent, leaving a huge hole, and countless red smoke inside began to roll violently.

These red mists, as if attracted by some powerful force, gathered together and rushed towards Jiang Han frantically.

Jiang Han's body was like a huge whirlpool. The moment the red mist touched his body, it disappeared out of thin air and was all absorbed into his body.

"What's going on? How can Jiang Han have such a powerful sword intent?!!"

Zhong Pingping looked a little dazed. She didn't understand. When Jiang Han and Lin Qingzhu were fighting before, the sword intent he used was clearly only a trace.

According to her thinking, although this trace of sword intent could break through her angry mood, these red mists were invisible. Even if more gaps were created by the sword intent, there would be other red mists that could fill the gaps in an instant.

What's more, this formation uses her as the core, and other junior brothers and sisters as the auxiliary. The combined power is at least nearly a hundred times stronger than the anger she exerts alone!

Logically speaking, even if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage was trapped in the formation, he could only hold out for half a minute at most before his mind was worn away by the red fog and he became a cripple.

But now, not only did the red fog have no effect on Jiang Han, he was actually swallowed alive by it.

This sword intent that filled the sky directly rushed out of the formation, and its momentum was continuous, with no signs of stopping.

How on earth did he do it?

Zhong Pingping felt very unhappy. If you have such a powerful and peerless sword power, why don't you use it earlier? You are so strong, who would be so tired of living that they would come to cause trouble for you?

"Click - click -"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of ice crystals breaking in the formation, and the harsh sound hurt people's eardrums.

Zhong Pingping was startled and quickly looked up at the formation, but she saw that the red smoke above the formation had been swallowed up at some point, revealing the spiritual light shield above.

A faint red light flashed on the translucent white light shield, and countless fine cracks quickly spread from the hole in its center.

The cracks quickly spread across the entire light shield, and bursts of terrifying and sharp sounds came from within it, as if it was about to shatter at the next moment.

"It's over..."

Her heart sank quickly to the bottom. It seemed that she would not have the chance to attain enlightenment this time.

"Snapped--!"

A huge crisp sound resounded through the sky, and the entire light shield shattered into countless pieces in an instant, scattering in the air and turning into spiritual power that quickly spread out.

The fragments turned into countless red smoke, rolling down madly, carrying a power that could destroy the world, and suddenly contracted inward.

The great formation was broken in an instant!

"Boom--!"

It was like a huge hammer hitting their chests. All the cultivators in Lingyun Mountain felt their chests tremble and they spat out a mouthful of blood. Their breath instantly weakened to the extreme and they fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.

"It's over, I have to go back and retreat again..."

As the eye of the formation, Zhong Pingping was the most seriously injured.

At this moment, she was lying on the ground watching the red mist sweeping down, and the next moment it was sucked away by a devouring force, and the sky instantly became clear again.

A figure walked straight up to her and looked down at her quietly.

She moved her eyes with great effort and looked at Jiang Han with helplessness in her eyes.

"The storage ring is on my right hand. I will remove the spiritual power restriction myself. You can take whatever you want."

Her voice was very weak. Although a formation of this level was extremely powerful, the backlash was also extremely severe.

If she was not so strong and had not her own magical treasure to protect her, she would probably have fainted like her other junior brothers and sisters.

But even so, her injuries were extremely serious. Her spiritual power was now raging, her internal organs were in extreme pain, and she couldn't even move a finger.

If you recognize the current situation in time and say something nice, you may be able to save your life.

What's more, she felt that Jiang Han didn't seem like a bloodthirsty person and wouldn't do anything too extreme.

Jiang Han stretched out his hand and the bell flew over quickly and fell into his palm.

He took a look and saw that the bell was not completely broken, so he put it into the storage ring.

It was not until this moment that he came to his senses. Looking at the formation that was inexplicably broken and the people from Lingyun Mountain lying on the ground, no longer able to resist, he felt that everything was so unreal.

He seemed to have done nothing, so why did these people fall down?

If the sword spirit had not reminded him just now, he really would not have known that these red smokes were actually the emotions and artistic conception emitted by the formation.

He never expected that Kenshin could actually devour the red mist.

Because of this, no matter how much emotional smoke he inhales, these emotions will be swallowed up by the sword heart and will not affect his emotions at all.

After swallowing so much red mist, a very thin trace of red suddenly appeared in the originally pure black sword intent, rising into the sky with the sword energy. Although it was extremely thin, it looked particularly conspicuous.

"How can it be?!"

Zhong Pingping suddenly felt a surge of strength and opened her eyes wide. She immediately saw the red light on the sword intent.

She was very familiar with the aura above, that was her state of anger!

But how did her angry mood become Jiang Han's?

Can artistic conception be swallowed and integrated?

She couldn't understand, she really couldn't understand.