After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The black devil shadow tore through the polar night, and Qin He's toes did not touch the ground at all. The pure devil energy of the late Shenqiao realm condensed into a light black light shield around his body, supporting him and turning him into a fuzzy black line that tore through the void.

The speed is beyond common sense.

As he passed over the barren rocky beach, the gravel on the ground was picked up by the air waves and condensed into tiny stone blade vortexes in mid-air, but it could not even touch the edge of his afterimage.

Wherever the residual power of the demonic energy swept through, even the cold-resistant demonic moss withered instantly, leaving behind a dark mark.

In the wilderness of Sin City during the polar night, people were already in a state of panic due to the beast tide that had just ended.

All the fugitives huddled in makeshift stone houses or magic tents. The protective runes were pushed to the extreme, the bonfires were deliberately suppressed into a dark blue flame, and even conversations were changed to secret voice transmissions.

The weakest mortal sinners only caught a glimpse of a black shadow flashing across the horizon, accompanied by a biting chill. They hurriedly wrapped themselves in blankets, thinking it was a high-level evil creature that had escaped the beast tide.

The slightly stronger cultivators in the Wheel Sea Realm sensed the majestic demonic power, and instantly clenched their magic tools, with the hairs on their backs standing on end - this aura was purer than the ferocity of the three-headed Hades Wolf, and more oppressive than the holy light of the God's Messenger. Could it be that the old monster from the depths of the Demon Abyss has been born?

No one dared to look up, let alone ask.

Qin He paid no attention to the panic in the camp. His spiritual awareness spread out like a fine net, covering a hundred miles in radius, his target fixed on the direction of the Tianshe Pavilion's headquarters ruins.

In just half an hour, the outline of the ruins came into view.

The once magnificent vermilion archway had long been demolished, leaving only half of the dragon-shaped stone pillar. The gilded patterns on the pillar had been scraped clean, and the stone chips were still stained with undried black blood.

The foundation of the conference hall was turned upside down, and even the spirit gathering array buried under the floor tiles was dug out, leaving only the incomplete array pattern emitting a faint glow in the moonlight.

Obviously, this place has become a "fat sheep" in the eyes of all survivors. Countless fugitives swarmed in like scavengers smelling blood to plunder the remaining treasures of Tianshe Pavilion.

At this moment, there were still three or five teams searching in the ruins. Some used treasure-hunting compasses to scan the broken walls, while others directly used brute force to bombard the ground, trying to find the hidden secret room.

Seeing Qin He falling from the sky, the demonic energy lingering around him caused ripples in the air, and everyone froze in an instant.

A monk holding a rusty ancient sword and half a jade pendant engraved with runes took a half step back with a pale face. "Is it... is it the master of Tianshe Pavilion?"

No one dared to move, and even their breathing was deliberately light.

Although the demonic power emanating from Qin He's body was not released intentionally, it was like an invisible mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts, causing the flow of their true energy to stagnate.

He ignored these people and his eyes swept across the ruins, finally landing on a stone wall in the southwest corner that seemed to have random carvings on it. That was the mark he and Big Gold Tooth had agreed upon.

With a touch of his fingertips, the stone skin on the back of the broken stele peeled off, revealing three tiny scratches, which spelled out the three words "Langhuan Mountain". There were still fresh stone chips on the edges of the scratches, which were obviously left by Big Gold Tooth not long ago.

After confirming the clue, Qin He turned around and took off again.

This time he did not slow down his speed. The magic cloud millstone in his dantian spun rapidly, and pure magic energy surged out like a tide. His figure directly turned into a black stream of light. When it passed through the sky, even the darkness of the polar night was torn into a brief gap. The air wave shook the protective runes of the camp below so much that they flashed.

The journey, which was originally expected to take an hour, took only four-quarters of an hour to reach the destination. The dark outline of Langhuan Mountain became even more hideous in the polar night. The exposed black stones on the surface of the mountain glowed with a cold light. The wind blew through the cracks in the stones, making a whimpering sound like a ghost.

At the entrance to the cliff at the foot of the mountain, two monks wearing black robes with skull patterns were leaning against the stone wall, wiping their weapons.

They held poisoned bone blades in their hands, with dark red venom dripping from the tips. It was obvious that they had just dealt with prisoners who tried to escape.

Seeing Qin He suddenly appear in front of the entrance, the two men's faces suddenly darkened. One of them slammed his bone blade to the ground and shouted viciously, "Where did this wild cultivator come from? Didn't you see the skull mark on the stone wall? This is my Skull Pavilion's territory! If you don't want to die, get out of here now, or I'll skin you alive and use your tendons to fill the array's core!"

The other cultivator was more direct. With a flip of his wrist, he swung out three poisoned bone needles, which shot towards Qin He's eyebrows with a sharp sound of breaking through the air. At the same time, he pounced on him, trying to subdue Qin He directly.

The sacrificial array is still short of more than thirty living people. If we capture one more, we will suffer less scolding from the leader.

Qin He didn't even move his eyes.

A wisp of dark blue magic flame popped out from the fingertips. The magic flame seemed weak, but it carried an extreme chill.

The bone needle froze instantly as soon as it touched the devil flame, and shattered into ice chips with a few "cracks".

Before the monk could get close, the demonic flames had already wrapped around his black robe, and the black robe instantly turned into black ash. The monk let out a shrill scream, and his body melted in the demonic flames, leaving no bones behind.

The remaining monk was so frightened that he turned and ran back into the mountain, shouting, "A powerful enemy is invading! Quickly activate the protective formation!"

Qin He flicked his finger, and a stream of condensed demonic energy burst through the air, striking the cultivator precisely in the back. The cultivator's body stiffened, turning into a ball of black ash and collapsing on the ground, leaving behind only a series of unfinished screams of panic.

He walked slowly into the entrance and happened to run into a monk from the Skull Pavilion carrying a blood-red pottery jar.

The monk saw the black ash on the ground, and slammed the pottery jar in his hand to the ground with a clang. The blood in the jar splashed out, and white smoke rose on the ground.

"Tell me, where is the person you captured? Where is the sacrificial formation?" Qin He's voice was cold, and his demonic power directly crushed over, causing the cultivator's bones to tremble.

The monk fell to his knees, rolling and kowtowed, "In... in the deepest cave in the mountain! We captured hundreds of living people to fill the formation's core.

The leader said he would summon a void ghost when the midnight turns to sunlight, disrupt the spatial barrier of the super formation, and forcibly open the teleportation formation to escape!

Qin He didn't ask any further questions. This was all the little guy knew.

He walked to the center of the entrance, raised his right hand, and pressed it down hard with his palm facing down.

"Buzz!"

Endless demonic clouds surged in from the sky, sweeping down like a black wave, instantly covering the entire Langhuan Mountain tightly.

In the magic cloud, countless fine magic patterns sprang out like living things, spreading along the cracks in the rocks of the mountain. In the blink of an eye, they were woven into a huge magic net covering the entire mountain. The meshes of the net flickered with faint blue magic light, sealing all the exits of the mountain belly and caves tightly.

The monks of the Skeleton Pavilion in the belly of the mountain noticed the movement and urged their evil weapons to attack the magic net, but they were bounced back as soon as they touched the magic net. Their bodies were burned by the magic patterns and they rolled on the ground in pain.

There was a small leader in the early stage of the Divine Bridge Realm who didn't believe in evil. He sacrificed his own bone banner to bombard the magic net. As a result, the bone banner was instantly shredded by the magic net, and he was also attacked by the magic pattern. He flew backwards with black blood spitting out of his mouth.

Qin He hung above the demonic cloud, looking at the panicked Skull Pavilion monks below with eyes as cold as ice.

Playing with formations? When he dispersed his power and started to cultivate again, he was even able to re-refine the core of the "Devouring Heaven Demon Art" Demon Cloud Grinding Wheel, and the prototype of the netherworld world evolved in his dantian.

For him, this kind of ban is just a matter of raising his hand.

"Now, it's time to clear the area."

Qin He's figure flashed, like a black lightning, passing through the magic cloud and falling directly into the cave in the mountain.

The Demon Cloud Grindstone slowly turned in his dantian, ready to deal with any emergency at any time - he not only wanted to save Da Jin Ya and others, but also wanted to see whether this so-called "sacrifice array" really contained unexpected gains.