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

Jiang Han was really good to her. If she had the chance, she really wanted to make it up to him, accompany him to play and go shopping, and buy him some things he had always wanted, even if they were just some worthless gadgets.

She actually always remembered that when Jiang Han went shopping with them for the first time, he wanted a lot of things, but later on, he never mentioned it again.

But it didn't matter. She had spirit stones, lots of them. She could accompany him to find that street again and buy him whatever he wanted. She could even buy the entire street for him...

However, he didn't come, which made Liu Hanyue extremely uneasy. She would turn around and look outside every once in a while. In just a few days, she didn't know how many times she had looked outside.

But no matter how she looked, she could not see that familiar figure, and all she got in return was disappointment again and again.

She was timid and didn't have the courage to go find Jiang Han alone. She was also afraid of saying something wrong and making him angry, which would make their relationship worse. She had no choice but to wait for him with the senior sister.

But after waiting for so long, the third junior sister almost fainted, but Jiang Han still didn't send back a single message.

Even if he is far away, there are still other people from the Sword Sect on the island. Can't he just say a word and ask someone to pass on the message?

Is he really too busy to send a message, or does he simply not have the idea?

Liu Hanyue didn't dare to think too much about it. She could only force herself not to think about those messy things, but she still couldn't help feeling anxious.

Jiang Han, he's not really going to come, is he?

……

This ice cave is bottomless, and the slope becomes wider as you go down. Waves of icy blue air drift from the top of the cave and rush to the outside world.

The further down you go, the thicker the cold becomes and the darker its color becomes. By the time you reach a point five hundred miles underground, the cold has turned as black as ink.

Jiang Han didn't feel anything yet, but those cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage had been frozen to the point that their spiritual energy was stagnant, and they could only rely on magic weapons to barely resist the cold.

This place was close to the monster's lair, but the way forward was blocked by a huge black fog.

Its surface was covered with thick ice and emitted a hint of cold air, but the black fog inside was unaffected and continued to roll and flow.

Jiang Han stopped ten miles away from the black fog. From here, the black fog was nearly eight thousand feet high and it was freezing cold, like a desperate and dangerous place. They were as small as dust in front of it.

Zhang Wenshun approached with a broad smile on his face. "Your Highness, within this cold fog lies the lair of the great demon. However, this black fog is extremely strange. Not only does it obscure spiritual consciousness, but it is also extremely cold inside, even affecting the flow of spiritual energy within the body. Only water and fire-attributed techniques can barely resist it."

"But that great demon thrived in the black fog like a fish in water. Not only was it extremely fast, it could also use the fog to conceal its form and take advantage of the terrain to launch surprise attacks. Previously, when we rashly entered, that beast killed two of our juniors."

Jiang Han didn't comment, but said calmly: "In that case, you wait here, I'll go in and take a look."

I hadn't looked closely before, but now that I'm closer, I realize that this black fog must be some kind of thick icy air. It must be the monster's innate magical power, or the aura of some spiritual object it uses to survive the calamity.

He was in excellent condition at the moment, and the previous battle had hardly consumed any energy. It was the perfect time to fight the monster.

"You...are going by yourself?"

Zhang Wenshun was a little dazed. The previous battle was extremely fierce, and its intensity was almost comparable to a major battle with the demon clan.

What's more, His Highness also used a powerful sword technique. Judging from its power, it is at least at the eighth level of the Heavenly Grade, and it is undoubtedly his ultimate killer move.

A trump card killer move like this always consumes a lot of energy. An ordinary Nascent Soul can only use it once or twice relying on its own spiritual power.

Even if His Highness has a stronger foundation, he can only use it twice more at most.

Now that I have time, instead of taking the opportunity to recover, I go into a huge battle with the big monster in this weak state. Isn't this a bit like seeking death?

"Yes." Jiang Han looked at Duan Guifan, "Fellow Daoist Duan, I'll leave this to you."

Upon hearing this, Duan Guifan, who had been acting like an invisible person, quickly responded: "Don't worry, Brother Jiang, I'll be guarding the entrance, and the monster will never escape."

As he spoke, he instructed the others, "Follow me as we set up a sealing formation here. Protect yourselves and do not interfere with Brother Jiang's demon-slaying efforts."

Upon hearing this, the others didn't dare to say anything more. They just looked at Duan Guifan strangely, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Mr. Duan from the Dragon Bird Chamber of Commerce is also very powerful, and it is impossible for him not to see that His Royal Highness the Holy Son is in poor condition.

But he supports the Holy Son so much in dying. Could it be that he wants to use the monster to deal with His Highness the Holy Son?

Although they thought about it, no one dared to say it out loud. They just looked hesitant with complicated expressions, which looked particularly awkward.

Duan Guifan was a man of great character. He could guess what these guys were thinking as soon as he saw their expressions. His face immediately darkened and he scolded them:

"What are you thinking! It's just a monster that hasn't yet become a god. Fellow Daoist Jiang is enough to deal with it. All you have to do is watch."

What are the expressions on these guys' faces? It's as if he wants to harm Jiang Han.

Don’t you see who that is? The true strength of this Brother Jiang is enough to fight against a god!

Moreover, his speed is terrifying, not much slower than that of a God Transformation cultivator. If they really cannot win, he can run away in the blink of an eye. If the group of people really cannot escape, he can still call for help. With just one word, he can summon a bunch of God Transformation sword cultivators to support him.

Who would dare to provoke him? Even if they really wanted to take action, they would have to prepare two Jindan monks to ambush him in advance and kill him with thunder-like means, otherwise they would not be able to stop him at all.

No one dared to say much, but just looked at the black fog awkwardly. They didn't know what Master Duan was thinking, nor did they know whether Jiang Han could avoid the monster's sneak attack.

They only knew that the monster could beat them half to death with one slap, and completely destroy them with two slaps.

If Jiang Han was careless and fell into the trap, he might suffer a great loss this time.

"..."

With a flash of sword light, a narrow gap thousands of feet long and wide appeared on the ice surface. The black fog inside was released and immediately rushed out.

But the next moment, a flash of green lightning crackled and rushed violently inward through the gap.

Countless electric snakes twisted ferociously inside. Wherever they passed, the black fog quickly retreated as if it had encountered a natural enemy. In a blink of an eye, the green thunder occupied an area of ​​hundreds of feet.

Jiang Han then stepped in. No matter how the black fog rolled, it could not get close to him at all.

There were no traces of monsters in the fog. The ground beneath his feet was a flat and smooth black ice surface. All around him was a deep and thick black cold fog, which occasionally condensed into long and thin shadows as it surged, looking very strange.

Without stopping, Jiang Han walked slowly forward. After walking for dozens of miles, his eyes finally moved and he stopped in front of a cliff. His gaze passed through the heavy black fog and looked somewhere ahead.