As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Taking out a blood pill refined by a monk, Fang Han swallowed it in one gulp and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, the monks who refine the blood pills are too low in cultivation. With my eleventh level of Qi refining, swallowing them is simply better than nothing."

"Although it's useless to me," taking these blood pills for Shangguan Yun should allow her to break through to the middle stage of Qi refining. "

Fang Han put away the blood pill and then soared into the sky, continuing to fly towards the Lingshi mine at high speed.

"hurry up!"

"You humble mortals," being able to help our immortal master is a blessing you have earned in three lifetimes.

"Hey, you despicable bitch, you actually dare to glare at me."

At the foot of a mountain, more than a dozen monks wearing the robes of inner disciples of the Yin Demon Sect surrounded hundreds of ragged mortals with mining picks in their hands and pointed.

There was a condescending look in his eyes, and he didn't regard these mortal mine slaves as human beings at all.

The person who just spoke was a rat-eyed monk whose cultivation level was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He was the highest among the Yin Demon Sect disciples.

At this time, the rat-eyed monk had a gloomy look on his face, staring at a mortal mine slave in front of him who looked at him with a malicious look.

"Hmph, you devils don't deserve a happy death. Kill me if you can."

"Anyway, my wife has been defiled and committed suicide by you beasts, and I don't want to live alone in this world."

The mortals who looked at the rat-eyed monks with hateful eyes were like wind demons, spitting and pointing at the disciples of the Yin Demon Sect present.

"You bitch, if you want to die, I will help you!"

The expression on the face of the rat-eyed monk became bloodthirsty, and he stopped talking nonsense with the mortal in front of him. A flash of inspiration appeared in his hand, and a flying sword exuding death energy appeared directly in his hand.

I saw that the rat-eyed monk stretched out his hand towards the Death Qi Flying Sword, and twisted grimaces appeared on the Death Qi Flying Sword, and he stretched out his hand to grab it with his teeth and claws.

In the horrified eyes of many mortals, the Death Qi Flying Sword screamed as a ghost, carrying the Death Qi, it flew towards the mortal with a malicious face at high speed.

Swish!

Blood splashed, and the mortal standing in front of the rat-eyed monk had been chopped into a human stick.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

This mortal did not die immediately after being cut into a human stick. Instead, he rolled in pain on the ground and kept letting out inhuman screams.

"Do you see, this is the fate of you humble mining slaves who dare to offend this immortal master."

The rat-eyed monk stared at a group of shivering mortal mine slaves with a look of pride in his eyes.

Then he controlled the Death Qi Flying Sword again and directly beheaded the human stick ore slave rolling on the ground with one strike.

"Oh, it's quite lively!"

At this time, a handsome young man in a black robe, riding a flying sword, landed in front of the Yin Mo Sect. This handsome young man was Fang Han who came to the Lingshi Mine.

"Fellow Taoist, this is the Yinmo Sect mine, please leave immediately!"

The rat-eyed monk who wanted to scold Fang Han, sensed Fang Han's eleventh level of Qi refining, and said with a smile on his face.

"Junior brother, one of our own!"

Fang Han directly threw his identity token as an inner disciple of the Yin Demon Sect to the rat-eyed monk.

"It turns out to be Senior Brother Fang. I don't know why Senior Brother is here. If you want Junior Brother to help, just ask."

The rat-eyed monk reached out to take the token thrown by Fang Han and stared at it. He immediately relaxed when he found that it was his fellow disciple.

The other Yin Mo Sect monks also relaxed when they saw the rat-eyed monk calling him Senior Brother Fang Han.

"Junior brother, I really need your help with something."

With that said, Fang Han walked towards the rat-eyed monk. When he walked in front of the rat-eyed monk, he suddenly hit the rat-eyed monk in the chest with his palm.

Pfft!

Before the rat-eyed monk could react, Fang Han punched him through the chest.

At the same time, Hong Yu and Zhang Qingxue appeared instantly behind the other Yin Demon Sect disciples. A gust of wind surged and the whole place was filled with howls. After a while, only Fang Han was still alive among the monks present.

"Junior brothers, have a safe journey!"

Fang Han looked at the dozen corpses lying on the ground, with false sentimentality on his face, and reached out to take away the storage bags on their waists.

"Thank you, the immortal master took action to kill the devil!"

"Please also ask the Immortal Master to take us out of this devil's cave. We will definitely set up a longevity tablet for the Immortal Master at home and worship it with incense every day."

All the mine slaves present knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Han. They looked at Fang Han with gratitude and pled in unison.

"No no no!"

"You have misunderstood. In fact, I am also the devil you call me, Jie Jie Jie!"

"Today, everyone present will be buried here!"

The corner of Fang Han's mouth raised with a sinister look, and he raised his hand to signal the two ghosts Hong Yu and Zhang Qingxue beside him. After the two ghosts saw Fang Han's gesture, they turned into two black lights, one red and one white, and shot towards the crowd.

When the mortal mine slaves begged for mercy in fear, Hong Yu and Zhang Qingxue were like the soul seducers from the underworld. They could grab more than a dozen weak ghosts from the bodies of the mortal mine slaves with just one stretch of their hands.

With a single inhale from the tip of the nose, the ghost of the miner slave was sucked into a stream of yin energy and swallowed into the body. After more than ten inhalations, all the miner slaves present lay down peacefully on the ground, ending their ant life without any pain.

This is just not painful in Fang Han's eyes, because he doesn't care about the feelings of these ants at all.

Ripping out the ghost spirit from the body alive is tantamount to being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. If the dead mortal mine slave knew what Fang Han was thinking, he would definitely say yes, you can try it. The pain of having the ghost spirit torn out while alive is painful.

"No one is bothering me now. Let's collect the gold-eating ants in the mine and make them!"

Fang Han looked at the piles of corpses of Yin Demon Sect monks and mortal mine slaves at the entrance of the mine. He chuckled, and then fired a few fireballs from his fingertips to turn the corpses into ashes.

With one move of the Soul-Eating Banner, Hongyu and Zhang Qingxue were retracted by Fang Han. Fang Han raised his feet and stepped into the dark mine.