The Empress of Ten Reincarnations Just to Find Me

With Chen Han as the center, a chill began to emanate, spreading rapidly in all directions as if it had come to life. In the blink of an eye, the temperature around them plummeted, and the air, which had previously held a hint of warmth, became bone-chillingly cold.

The nearby trees were the first to be affected, with a layer of crystal-clear frost rapidly forming on their trunks, branches, and even leaves. In the sunlight, the frost shone with a cool light, as if the trees were covered in a layer of silver armor.

Chen Han's face was stern, and the anger in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest. As he controlled the plants in the forest, they seemed to be instantly endowed with spirituality and began to move.

The sturdy trees stretched out their arm-like branches, intertwining and entwining with each other, forming a solid barrier on the path that the gray-robed man had to take to escape.

The low bushes were not to be outdone. Their branches became extremely tough, like dense ropes, trying to trip up the fleeing gray-robed man.

Even the weeds on the ground grew wildly, spreading at an extremely fast speed, entangled the ankles of the gray-robed men, and made their escape even more difficult.

For a moment, the gray-robed people were thrown into a state of disarray by the sudden obstruction of grass and trees. They struggled frantically to break free from the grass and trees on their bodies, while looking back at Chen Han in horror, their eyes full of fear and despair.

Chen Han flew into the sky and looked coldly at the miserable appearance of the gray-robed men below.

They launched round after round of attacks at the trees and grass blocking their path, hoping to tear open a gap and escape. The light of Yuanli flashed in their hands, fiercely blasting the tangled branches, tough bushes, and overgrown weeds.

But this forest is like a natural cage, and the power of the plants is endless.

As soon as the branches of a few large trees were broken, new branches immediately stretched out from the side and re-woven a tight barrier; the bushes that were blown into pieces recovered in the blink of an eye, and the branches twisted and continued to wrap around their legs; the weeds that were trampled flat grew wildly again in the blink of an eye, tightly wrapped around their ankles like snakes, making every step they took extremely difficult.

Their attacks seemed so futile. As time went by, the gray-robed people's energy was constantly depleted, their breath became more and more disordered, and the despair in their eyes became more and more intense.

Chen Han hung high in the sky, his face still stern, the anger in his eyes seemed to turn into a tangible cold light, and he stared coldly at the gray-robed men below who were struggling more and more miserably.

He slowly raised his hands, and as he moved, the coldness in the air around him became stronger and stronger, quickly gathering towards his palms.

In a moment, sharp ice cones gradually took shape under his palm. The ice cones were crystal clear and reflected a cold light under the sunlight. They were like the sharp blade of the god of death, emitting a terrifying breath.

Chen Han's eyes flashed, and he suddenly waved his hands down.

In an instant, the icicles shot towards the gray-robed figure below like arrows, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

However, these ice spikes did not land on vital points. They either scraped across the gray-robed men's bodies, leaving deep scratches on the ground; or pierced their clothes or robe edges, tearing the gray robes; or lightly pierced their shoulders, arms and other non-fatal parts, causing a stinging pain but not fatal.

Every time the ice spike brushed past them or pierced them lightly, they let out screams, and those screams were full of pain and despair, as if they were enduring endless torture.

Chen Han just looked at them coldly, as if admiring their embarrassment and pain.

Not long after, a blue ice sword made of energy condensed in Chen Han's hand, and he landed suddenly on the ground.

With a loud bang, the group of black-robed men were blown away. One of them killed two of them with a knife. The cold air around them was like murderous aura.

The gray-robed people were filled with fear at this moment. The tragic sight of two gray-robed people being killed in an instant made their faces turn as pale as paper, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

However, the gray-robed man who was leading the group saw how panicked everyone was and knew that if they continued to shrink back like this, they would probably die here today.

He gritted his teeth and shouted with forced composure, "Don't be afraid! He's alone. We might as well fight him now! It's better than just sitting here and waiting to die!"

When the other gray-robed men heard this, although they were still afraid in their hearts, they looked at the leader's pretended calmness, and thought that they had no way to retreat at this moment, so they gritted their teeth and nodded in agreement.

They quickly adjusted their positions, moving swiftly and forming hand seals. In an instant, their energy began to merge and converge, forming a strange formation in front of them that emitted a faint glow.

Several gray-robed men all had Yuanhai cultivation, and the leader among them had reached the late Yuanhai realm.

At this moment, they knew that their lives were at stake, and without any reservation, they all madly poured their own energy into the formation condensed in front of them.

The strange formation, emitting a faint glow, grew stronger as they continued to inject their energy. Mysterious runes seemed to flow through the flickering light. The already faint fluctuations of power now surged violently like a surging wave.

Chen Han's expression shifted slightly when he saw the gray-robed men acting this way. Then, a scornful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said coldly, "Are you starting to fight to the death? Humph, but you all deserve to die. You've done so many evil things, and yet you still want to escape? It's simply wishful thinking!"

At this moment, Chen Han's cultivation technique had already reached the advanced level of the Immortal Realm, and his entire body suddenly radiated a nine-colored light. The light was dazzling, as if it were made up of countless brilliant ribbons.

Nine-colored light surged around him like a tide and spread like a wave.

The surrounding cold air seemed to be summoned by something, and instantly became more fierce. The strands of cold air were like sharp blades, whistling through the air. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be cut into tiny cracks, making a hissing sound.

Chen Han's face was grim as he slowly exhaled a breath of cold air. The cold air, like a solid white mist, quickly spread out, making the surrounding chill even more intense. His eyes gleamed with an icy light, like two points of dim light in a deep, cold pool.

Then, a huge palm print slowly formed in front of him. This palm print emitted a cold light, and a mysterious power flowed through it. It was the powerful secret technique of the Nether Ring, the Emperor's Cold Palm!

When he was in the Yuanhai realm before, Chen Han was not only unable to exert part of the power of this move, but also consumed too much of it, and reached the Yuanbing realm, and the Yuanli reserves of the four Dao flowers.

Chen Han will no longer be as embarrassed as last time, but he can still only exert part of his power.

At this time, the gray-robed man's strange formation had already taken shape. There was a bright light in the formation. In the flickering light, a huge black hand suddenly stretched out from the formation, carrying a powerful dark energy, like a ferocious beast with a bloody mouth, roaring and grabbing towards Chen Han.

Wherever the black hand passed, the surrounding grass and trees were shaken violently by the strong wind, and some fragile branches were even broken directly, raising a cloud of debris.

Chen Han, however, showed no fear, his eyes still stern. He looked at the black hand that was rapidly grabbing at him, snorted coldly, and swung out a palm.

I saw the Emperor Cold Palm in front of him, which was emitting a cold light and carrying an extremely sharp aura, like a bright cold meteor, directly hitting the black hand.

The power on the palm print flowed faster and faster, and bursts of cold air gushed out from the palm, blending with the already bitingly cold air around it, making the cold even worse.

With a loud bang, Emperor Han's palm and the black giant hand collided fiercely.

In an instant, strong fluctuations of energy spread wildly in all directions with the impact point as the center.

The surrounding frost-covered trees were shattered by the impact, sending shards of ice flying everywhere like a sleet of ice. The ground itself trembled violently, leaving deep cracks, as if the earth itself were groaning in pain under the overwhelming force.

After the aftermath, the battlefield was in ruins. Chen Han's body swayed, and he staggered to his feet. His face was slightly pale, and his chest was heaving violently. It was obvious that the fierce battle had just taken a heavy toll on him.

But the murderous intent in his eyes was like a burning flame, and it did not diminish in the slightest. He stared at the gray-robed man lying on the ground groaning in pain.

The gray-robed people were now collapsed on the ground in a miserable state, all of them were covered in dust, their gray robes were tattered and stained with blood and dust.

The next moment, Chen Han slowly approached, each step bringing a suffocating pressure. He walked up to one of them, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up...

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