Chapter 1218 Demon

"Han, get out!" Zhao Mingguang swaggered into Han Yu's palace.

This year, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has already broken through to the seventh level of Martial King. Although he was one level lower than Han Yu a year ago, Zhao Mingguang couldn't wait to show off in front of Han Yu.

He thought that Han Yu had been trapped here for a year, unable to cultivate, and his cultivation had been stagnant.

Han Yu doesn't make progress, but he has made great progress, which is his proud capital. With showing off, he has the confidence to bury Han Yu.

Zhao Mingguang walked through the corridor, every step he took made the palace tremble, and the strength of King Wu Qizhong was undoubtedly revealed.

"Your surname Han, are you hiding from me and dare not come out to see me? I remember you were very arrogant before, why have you become a coward now!" Zhao Mingguang looked around to find Han Yu's whereabouts, but he kept talking. irony.

The palace was huge, and Zhao Mingguang did not find Han Yu in the front hall, so he decisively entered the back hall. The moment he stepped into the apse, a powerful energy fluctuation caught his attention.

"What a strong energy fluctuation." Zhao Mingguang frowned slightly, walked in the air, and slowly sneaked towards the place where the energy fluctuated. Soon arrived at the door of Han Yu's room.

"It's the energy coming from Han Yu's room. This kid is practicing?" Zhao Mingguang rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a cruel sneer, raised his foot, and kicked on the door.

When cultivating, it is most taboo to disturb, if you are not careful, you may go crazy, Zhao Mingguang's move is uneasy and kind.

The door was kicked open, and Zhao Mingguang walked in.

Han Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, his breath fluctuated up and down, and black air was constantly evaporating from his body.

When the aura is strong enough, Zhao Mingguang feels pressured and cannot get close to Han Yu; when the black aura is strong, the demonic nature is breathtaking.

"What kind of mentality does this person practice? How could he have such a strong demonic nature? Could it be that he is a demon heretic?" Zhao Mingguang was a little surprised, and would not dare to approach Han Yu for a while.

He felt Han Yu's breath carefully, and suddenly his heart trembled.

"I didn't expect that this villain had already reached the peak of the Martial King and was attacking the level of the Martial King. This speed of cultivation is too shocking, isn't it?"

The aura emitted by ordinary people breaking through must be extremely powerful. But at this time, Han Yu encountered a special situation, and his breath began to restrain himself. If he didn't sense it carefully, it would be difficult to find out whether he was practicing normally or hitting a checkpoint.

"Among the ten heroes of my Zhao family, none of them has ever stepped into the realm of Martial Emperor. He has already reached this step. How can there be such a powerful person in this world?"

Zhao Mingguang was terrified. At this moment, he was really impressed by Han Yu's ability.

"No, if he is allowed to break through, how many of the younger generation will be his opponents? It will be even more difficult for me to kill him!"

Zhao Mingguang changed his mind, and suddenly came up with a poisonous plan.

"Han Yu, Han Yu, if you meet me, Zhao Mingguang, in this life, you are destined to be a tragedy!" Zhao Mingguang raised his palm, with the vitality in his body surging, he quickly rushed to his right hand, raised his palm, and slapped Han Yu with one palm.

At this moment, as long as Han Yu is disturbed a little, Han Yu may fall into a place of eternal doom. Zhao Mingguang is very cruel, and he directly uses the middle-level magic power of the mysterious level, without giving Han Yu the slightest chance.

Zhao Mingguang didn't want to attract the attention of the experts outside, so he only used 10% of his power, but this 10% was terrifying enough.

The palm print of energy slapped Han Yu's chest heavily, sending Han Yu out and smashing through the palace wall.

"puff!"

Han Yu vomited blood wildly, blood staining the sky.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, Han Yu's body was like a windbag, rushing out of a terrifying air current, forming a terrifying whirlwind all over his body.

Han Yu's body was held upright by the whirlwind, and began to rotate with the whirlwind.

"Hmph, let you be a genius in cultivation, a peerless genius, you are not dead yet!" Zhao Mingguang smiled triumphantly, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Hahaha……"

At this moment, an arrogant laugh came from behind. The sound was so loud that the palace walls began to crack, and Zhao Mingguang's head was about to burst.

Zhao Mingguang hurriedly covered his ears, and when he looked back, he was dumbfounded.

Han Yu in the whirlwind had already stood up, and countless black qi swirled around him like a giant python.

"you……"

Zhao Mingguang was so frightened that his face paled, and he stepped back and stepped back. At this moment, Han Yu looked really scary, as if he had changed into a different person.

His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were like black holes, filled with black air, and the whites and pupils of the eyes could not be seen.

"Sneak attack, die!"

When Han Yu reached out and grabbed it, Zhao Mingguang's body flew towards Han Yu involuntarily. No matter what method he used, he couldn't break free from the invisible confinement.

"Come and save me!" Zhao Mingguang yelled.

The experts outside were startled and rushed in.

"Boom boom boom..."

The surrounding palace walls were all blown up, and the whole palace was destroyed before long, and three people surrounded Han Yu. Two Martial Emperors at the first level, and one master at the second level of the Martial Emperor.

After Gong Chaoyang left, the strength of the people sent by the Zhao family to monitor Han Yu dropped by a notch.

The three of them were shocked when they saw Han Yu suspended in mid-air, surrounded by black air. At this time, Han Yu looked like a heinous devil.

Zhao Mingguang was strangled by him, like an ordinary person with no strength to restrain a chicken.

"Han Yu, don't act foolishly, let him go!" The man from the second level of Wuhuang hurriedly stopped him.

"Let him go, hahaha..." Han Yu raised his head and laughed outrageously.

"This is the nourishment for the little baby in my body. Wouldn't it be a pity to let it go!" Han Yu said to himself, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"laugh!"

He raised his left hand and patted Zhao Mingguang's head lightly. Zhao Mingguang's head was shattered, and a burst of blood rushed out from it, and Han Yu swallowed it into his stomach.

The orange dragon in his body became even more excited after swallowing the original energy of Zhao Mingguang's blood.

"Ah?" The three members of the Zhao family were so scared that their hairs stood on end. This is too cruel, too bloody, right?

"Back to you!"

Han Yu threw it away, and Zhao Mingguang's headless corpse flew towards the second-tier Martial Emperor master.

"Everyone in the Zhao family is a descendant of Emperor Wu, and they all flow with the blood of Emperor Wu. They can all contribute to the resurrection of my little baby. Tsk tsk tsk, it's a nourishment garden specially given to me by God!" Han Yu looked at the three Man, with a cruel smile on his face.