Chapter 1608 Seizing the Ghost Hand

It is very risky to rob the ghost hand head-on, but there is no risk to attack from behind!

Not long after Xiahou Chun left, Li Hanxue directly knocked down the wild warrior and threw him into the Saint Lord space. He then transformed himself into a wild warrior and quietly waited for Xiahou Chun to return.

Xiahou Chun carefully entered the ancestral mausoleum of the ancient Dafan clan, looking left and right, fearing that someone was following him from behind. In fact, with his cultivation, unless he was the Dragon Lord, even a Saint Lord like Li Hanxue could not quietly follow him from behind without being discovered.

Xiahou Chun behaved like this purely because the ghost hand was too important and could not afford any mistakes.

He touched the depths of the ancestral mausoleum and went into the depths of the cemetery a hundred feet deep. In a cave filled with red light, there was a blue crystal disc, and in the center of the disc was inlaid a black left hand, which was the treasure of the ancient Dafan clan!

Xiahou Chun stared at the ghost hand, his face full of caution, "This thing is the treasure of my clan. Gongsun Qing threatened me several times and tried to force me to hand it over, but I didn't give it to her."

Xiahou Chun's eyes showed hatred, "Damn it! If it weren't for the Red Dust Sect, our Dafan Ancient Clan wouldn't have fallen to this point. It would be great if this thing could kill Gongsun Qing, alas..."

Xiahou Chun sighed, he knew it was impossible. He couldn't take this risk. Even if the power of the ghost hand could kill Gongsun Qing, if one Gongsun Qing died, the Red Dust Sect would have thousands of Gongsun Qing sent to the Fanmo Secret Realm to take over the Dafan Ancient Clan. The Dafan Ancient Clan was actually dead in name only, and the clan members had become the objects of practice raised by the Red Dust Sect.

After Xiahou Chun took out the ghost hand from the blue crystal disc, he quickly rushed to the Dafan Holy Land.

"Patriarch!" Xiahou Chun suddenly heard someone calling him when he passed Wuwei Mountain.

Xiahou Chun was surprised to see that it was the warrior who reported the news, "Why are you still staying in Wuwei Mountain? Why don't you go back to the Holy Land?"

Li Hanxue looked up and didn't see the ghost hand on Xiahou Chun. She thought to herself, "This guy probably hid the ghost hand in the Holy Lord space. When he goes to the Holy Land, he will naturally take out the ghost hand to deal with the Five Mountains Holy Lord. Then I will take action!"

Li Hanxue quickly responded, "Yes, clan leader!"

After Xiahou Chun left, Li Hanxue hid his breath and returned to the Great Brahma Holy Land before Xiahou Chun at a faster speed.

At this time, the Five Mountains Holy Lord was still fighting with many holy monks. Dozens of holy monks united, and the Five Mountains Holy Lord could not take too much advantage for a while, but these holy monks were not the opponents of the Five Mountains Holy Lord after all, and they were gradually disintegrated one by one.

When Li Hanxue arrived, eleven holy monks had been killed by the Five Mountains Holy Lord, and the loss was heavy.

"My lord, you are back." The Five Mountains Saint Lord said while fighting, "Have you got the ghost hand?"

Li Hanxue said: "Not yet, but it will be soon. Keep fighting, don't stop."

"Yes, my lord."

The Five Mountains Saint Lord fought even harder, and in a blink of an eye, three more holy monks were killed. The whole holy land was in chaos, the holy monks were killed, and the believers and warriors in the holy land all looked pale and made strange noises.

For them, the holy monks were a kind of faith. Now the faith has collapsed, and the faith has been wiped out like killing a chicken. How can they remain calm?

In the Holy Sacrifice Tower, the saints who were half-dressed and had been reduced to playthings for a long time saw the holy monks being killed, and their expressions were complicated.

Some saints showed a trace of pleasure on their faces, and this pleasure was accompanied by pain, turning into salty tears flowing down. These decades of imprisonment, decades of pain without seeing the sun, and decades of torture day and night ended with the fall of the Five Mountains Saint Lord's sword, and they seemed to be relieved from it. wavv

But this kind of relief is only temporary.

Some saints clapped their hands and laughed like crazy, "Haha, good death, good death! Evil will be punished, God finally opened his eyes, you will have this day too! Hahaha..."

Some saints looked lost. It is true that the death of the holy monk is a great relief. But they have been accustomed to that kind of life, and the sudden end makes them feel confused and uneasy. What will be their fate after the death of these holy monks? They don't know, and no one knows.

Not long after, two more holy monks died. So far, sixteen holy monks have been killed, and the Great Brahma Holy Land has suffered heavy losses.

"Damn it! Where did this guy come from? He is so powerful!" A holy monk was shocked and angry.

"If this continues, we will be slaughtered by him."

"Haven't you sent someone to invite the clan leader? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Stop it!" Speak of the devil, the devil will come.

Xiahou Chun flew down from the sky, and the holy monks all breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally here!"

Xiahou Chun landed quickly, staring coldly at the Five Mountains Saint Lord, with murderous intent in his eyes, "You dare to kill the holy monk of my holy land, I will not forgive you today!"

"Sir, is the ghost hand still in Xiahou Chun's hand?" The Five Mountains Saint Lord hurriedly sent a message.

Li Hanxue said: "No, it's still on him."

The Five Mountains Saint Lord didn't know that the ghost hand had incredible power, so he was fearless in his heart. He stared at Xiahou Chun and snorted: "Just you? Can you do it? Nearly a hundred saints in your holy land can't do anything to me, what can you, an old man, do to me?"

"You wanton lunatic, let me see how I kill you!" Xiahou Chun didn't waste words, let alone test it. Seeing that more than a dozen saint monks had died, there was no need to test it.

He directly opened the Saint Lord space, and the dark ghost hand was exposed.

The holy monks were delighted when they saw this. "The clan leader really took out the clan treasure. With this black left hand, this troublemaker will surely die!"

"He killed more than a dozen of our companions. He should have died long ago!"

"Clan leader, kill him!"

Xiahou Chun reached into the Saint Lord's space with his big hand and took out the ghost hand.

And at this moment, something strange happened!

A white blade flashed and sank into Xiahou Chun's wrist.

A piercing pain came from his arm, and Xiahou Chun was shocked to see that his left hand had fallen down with the ghost hand.

"Not good!" Xiahou Chun quickly grabbed the ghost hand with his right hand.

However, at this time, a black shadow flashed and swept the ghost hand away directly in front of Xiahou Chun.

The holy monks did not expect such a sudden change, and they were all stunned.

Xiahou Chun did not expect that this person would be the wild warrior who reported the news.

"You are not from my tribe, who are you? Give me back the treasure of my tribe!" Xiahou Chun shouted.

"Finally got it!" Li Hanxue was secretly happy. He could feel that this ghost hand still contained a powerful force.

Li Hanxue returned to his original appearance and smiled: "Chief Xia, this won't do. Now that this thing has fallen into my hands, it belongs to me."