Chapter 1595 Obtaining the Demon Core

"Why do you keep pestering a monster?" Han Yu asked curiously. Judging from the anger of the six-clawed ghost beast, it was provoked by these two saints.

"My friends don't know that the monster core of the six-clawed ghost beast can help us to forge the holy palace, so that we can do more with less." The white-haired old man said.

"laugh!"

The white-haired old man was distracted from communicating with Han Yu, and his arm was accidentally grabbed by a six-clawed ghost beast, and his blood flowed suddenly, causing him to gasp in pain.

"There is such an effect?" Han Yu's eyes lit up.

The white-haired old man said: "My view is that fellow Taoist has just been sanctified. There should be no golden stars on the holy palace. If you get the core of this monster, you will definitely be able to turn a golden star on the holy palace. Let your cultivation level soar. If fellow daoists help us, after beheading this six-clawed ghost beast, you can give 30% to fellow daoists." The white-haired old man said.

The realm of martial saints is a process of casting the holy palace. Turning gold stars on the holy palace is the first process, but it is a very difficult process for people.

Take Han Yu as an example. He once imbibed the cultivation base of a martial sage in the early stage of star transformation, and he has not yet transformed into a gold star in the holy palace, which shows the degree of difficulty.

Han Yu's heart was moved immediately, and he said, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, Han Yu rushed towards the six-clawed ghost beast. Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Han Yu punched him on the back. Han Yu used 30% of his strength for this punch, which is difficult for ordinary saints to resist.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the six-clawed ghost beast was hit to the ground, but the scales on its back were not damaged at all.

Both the white-haired old man and the man with gray temples were a little disappointed. The man said lukewarmly: "Although this monster is only as good as the seventh-level demon emperor, its physical body is as good as an ordinary saint. It's hard to hurt him!"

After the man finished speaking, the big knife in his hand slashed down on the six-clawed ghost beast one after another, and the sound of dangdang resounded through the mountains. hurt.

With a thought in Han Yu's mind, a wooden sword appeared to fight against the six-clawed ghost beast.

This wooden sword was made in Sun's family using sandalwood of ten thousand years old. It is the same set as the swords of the three daughters of Shui Xian'er, Ma Su, and Shui Ling'er. Han Yu has never used it. But at this time, Han Yu had already refined it into a low-level holy soldier-level magic weapon.

Han Yu didn't know the details of these two people, and didn't want to expose Killing God. The god-killing gun is refined from divine materials, and taking it out rashly can easily arouse the covetousness of others.

Both of them glanced at the wooden sword in Han Yu's hand, but they didn't care.

Han Yu swung the Xuanwu sword, and the sword glow roared, cutting through the void. He intends to preserve his own strength, so in terms of momentum, he is a little weaker than the two of them.

An earth-shattering battle unfolded. The six-clawed ghost beast was still struggling to support the two of them, but with Han Yu's joining, it soon fell into a disadvantage. After more than half an hour of fighting, Han Yu "luckily" cut off the six-clawed ghost beast's head.

The white-haired old man and the man looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief. After a fight, both of them suffered serious injuries. At this time, the wounds were shining brightly, and the wounds were recovering rapidly.

"Thank you, fellow daoist. If you are useful in the future, you can just send me a word." The white-haired old man cupped his hands at Han Yu.

The man walked towards the six-clawed ghost beast, ready to strip the demon core.

"You're welcome, just take what you need." Han Yu said lightly, and walked towards the six-clawed ghost beast.

"I told fellow daoist just now that if fellow daoist helps you obtain the demon core, you can give 30% to fellow daoist. However, fellow daoist didn't put in much effort, so we really can't afford to give 30% to fellow daoist. I have a low-grade medicine here. Wang, give it to fellow daoists as a reward." The white-haired old man naturally took out a medicinal herb and handed it to Han Yu.

"What do you mean, backtracking so quickly?" Han Yu looked at the white-haired old man with a sneer.

The white-haired old man said righteously: "Fellow Daoist, what you said is wrong. If you put in a lot of effort, we would naturally have nothing to say, but you really didn't put in much effort."

Han Yu snorted and said, "I killed the six-clawed ghost beast."

The white-haired old man said: "It's just a fluke."

Han Yu's face turned cold, and he said angrily, "You think I'm weak and easy to bully, don't you?"

Han Yu could tell that the other party didn't want to share the six-clawed ghost beast core with him at all.

"Give you a low-grade medicine king, it's already giving you a lot of face, if you don't know what to do, don't blame us for being rude!" The man turned around and looked at Han Yu coldly.

"I'd like to see how rude you are!" Han Yu's eyes turned cold, and a murderous aura rushed straight to the sky. He raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the white-haired old man.

"I don't know what to do!" The white-haired old man's face darkened, he put away the low-grade medicine king, and raised the ax in his hand to meet Han Yu's sword.

"when!"

With a loud bang, the white-haired old man's feet were thrown into the ground, and his right palm was directly cracked.

"This..." The white-haired old man turned pale with shock, Han Yu's power was beyond imagination.

"Shua!" Han Yu's sword swept across his waist.

Before the white-haired old man could react, he was cut in half by Han Yu.

"Ah!" The white-haired old man yelled, firstly because he was hurt, and secondly because he was frightened.

"Looking for death!" The man slashed at Han Yu forcefully with his sword, and the terrifying sword light had the potential to open up the world.

Han Yu swung the sword upwards to block the opponent's powerful blow, and slapped out with the palm of his left hand, and a huge handprint flew out, shaking the man upside down.

"You?" The man looked at Han Yu in disbelief. He didn't expect Han Yu to be so powerful.

"Shua!"

Han Yu slashed down with his sword, and the man hurriedly raised his sword to block it. He was knocked flying several miles away, and left without looking back. And the white-haired old man, taking advantage of Han Yu's fight with the man, fused his body and escaped.

After a short fight, they realized that Han Yu was no longer the demon core that the two of them could fight together, and decisively abandoned the six-clawed ghost beast core.

Han Yu snorted coldly, put away the sword, and walked over to take out the demon core of the six-clawed ghost beast. The monster core of the six-clawed ghost beast was the size of Han Yu's fist, and it was cold to the touch, exuding a biting chill.

Han Yu put away the demon core, let the invisible dragon swallow the blood of the six-clawed ghost beast, and continued to search for the whereabouts of Han Zhan, Zhao Yubing and Baihu.

In the blink of an eye, it was sunset and dusk, and the chill, chill, and resentment in the Blood Moon Forest increased exponentially. Even Han Yu felt quite uncomfortable walking in it. After thinking about it, Han Yu crossed the void and left this place, and will continue to search tomorrow.

After leaving the Blood Moon Forest, Han Yu found a quiet cave to live in temporarily. Take out the monster core of the six-clawed ghost beast and examine it carefully.

"Does the core of this monster really have the miraculous effect of casting the Holy Palace?"

Han Yu sat cross-legged and began to refine the demon core.