"Those sect families who have not been able to resolve their hatred have vented all their hatred and greed on my Han family."

Han Jiaming's tone was still calm, but the light in his eyes was dark and cold, as if the poison that had penetrated his bones had been quenched.

"What those people say is nice, the purpose of razing the Kagura Gate is to uphold justice and kill evil spirits. But in fact, all of them just want to snatch the Kagura master's heaven-defying inheritance and the ultimate sacred object, the Heavenly Demonic Qin."

"After wiping out the entire Kagura sect, they couldn't find any inheritance about the Kagura masters, so they set their sights on our Han family."

"In the Jiyu back then, under the imperial court, there was the Kagura Sect and my Han family. Even because Emperor Beixuan's cultivation level was not as good as Baili Yinluo, he was just on par with the ancestors of the family, and they were married to each other.

The strength of Lemen and the Han family has even surpassed that of the Royal Family of the Extreme Region."

"However, after this battle, all the young men of the Han family were slaughtered, the family's resources were robbed, and the top family became a shabby settlement that even third-rate sects could bully and suppress."

"Hahahaha... How wonderful are you talking about in the world?"

Han Jiaming looked at Jun Muyan, lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Jun Muyan, you said that you are a divine musician, do you owe my Han family an honor, and... a daughter-in-law."

"Many people say that my ancestor Han Ziqi and I look very similar. Back then, my ancestor married Baili Yinluo, the leader of the Kagura sect. Now it's your turn and my turn. Is this a destiny destined to be passed down for thousands of years?

fate!"

Just as Muyan was about to speak, Han Chujiu, who was standing by, was already furious: "Screw your father's destiny and your mother's fate of thousands of years, just because you are worthy of marrying my precious disciple?

Why does that kid Di Mingjue still want to stand aside? Who do you think you are?!"

Muyan's expression suddenly changed, and she suddenly swung out the Qijue Sword in her hand: "Ninth Master, be careful!!"

However, her reaction was still a step too slow.

A dark red flame shot up from under Han Chujiu's shadow and engulfed him instantly.

Han Chujiu, who was just a clone of his broken soul, naturally had no resistance, and the illusory afterimage instantly became pale and almost nothing.

"Master Ninth——!!"

"My dear disciple, don't worry. This is just one thousandth of my soul. If it's gone, it's gone. It's no big deal!"

"Han Jiaming, don't think you have won. I'm warning you, if you dare to touch my precious disciple, I will definitely cut you into pieces!!"

The dark red flames burned out, and Han Chujiu's figure also disappeared.

However, Han Jiaming spat out a mouthful of blood and shook his body.

His voice was hoarse again: "You are indeed the Holy Ancestor Medicine King Han Chujiu! Even if he only has one thousandth of his soul body, it will not prevent him from poisoning me. It's a pity..."

The redness in Han Jiaming's eyes flashed away.

Immediately afterwards, the bones on the body made a crackling sound, and the hand that was originally severed grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the white bones to the bloody flesh covering them, to even the skin being completely restored.

Han Jiaming didn't even look at his own hands, but walked towards Muyan step by step.

There was no pain in the reorganization of flesh and blood on his face, but instead there was a gentle and elegant smile at the corner of his mouth: "Jun Muyan, you don't know, right? This place... is called [The Little Cursed God's Land], and you have been planted with [
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