After being reborn, she became a pet junior sister in the world of cultivating immortals

Yun Lan stopped everyone, this Han Zhao looked really wrong right now, I don't know how long this improvement in cultivation can last.

A few of them were staring at each other, but Han Zhao stopped looking at them.

Persimmon pinched softly, Han Zhao jumped over several people, and ran towards the chief disciples who were far behind him in strength.

Now that his cultivation base is comparable to that of half a Demon Venerable, naturally there is no problem.

Lan Xiaohe saw Han Zhao coming towards them, without any hesitation, he turned his head and ran with his disciples.

The masters behind also chased up and stopped Han Zhao's claws.

Han Zhao rushed towards them with a grinning grin. The excessive strength completely made him lose his mind.

"Set up the formation." Lu Wuya shouted.

Several sect masters separated to one side, surrounded Han Zhao, with seals in their hands, and there were many flying swords in the sky, pointing at Han Zhao.

Han Zhao looked around, and those flying swords fell straight down.

When dealing with Han Zhao over there, Lan Xiaohe and the others saw this, and went to clean up those immortal killers and demons who had been drained of their spiritual power, leaving no one alive.

The flying sword landed on Han Zhao, and Han Zhao blocked most of it while holding the sword.

His current strength is really terrifying, and he only suffered a little injury under the sword formation.

"Trap him." Lu Wuya said.

Of course, Han Zhao couldn't let him run away. After more than 500 years, he finally showed up, but he couldn't be allowed to do harm to the world again.

The trap was formed, and Han Zhao couldn't break out from any direction.

There is no other way but to fight to the death.

Han Zhao, who only had killing in his mind, would not retreat.

Han Zhao was still conscious when he first started to ascend, but now he is completely gone.

Lu Wuya thought to himself, that's fine, the simpler the mind, the easier it is to deal with, it's better than that scheming Han Zhao.

With this thought in mind, although Lu Wuya and the others were afraid of Han Zhao's strength, they still rushed forward.

There are also more and more elders who come to support, and they have a great advantage in numbers.

Using a pile of people can also kill Han Zhao.

Moreover, the rapid improvement of the cultivation base is against the sky, and it cannot last for too long.

Han Zhao had already begun to show signs of depression, his veins were bulging, and he looked weird.

Lu Wuya wanted to cut through the mess quickly and get rid of him.

There is still no movement from Mozun, and he doesn't know what's going on.

But right now, thanks to Bixi's rush to help, the world of cultivating immortals has won.

Even if Mozun wins, his vitality will be seriously injured, and his subordinates will be killed by them.

Han Zhao retreated step by step, but there were also people behind him.

"Be careful." Yun Lan warned.

Lu Wuya nodded, and went straight over. After a bout of sword moves, Han Zhao's arrogance was obviously weaker.

He's been consumed here for too long.

Han Zhao, who had lost some spiritual power, was awake for a moment. He could see that he could not escape today.

Han Zhao suddenly felt a little reconciled. He had prepared for so long and chose to cooperate with Mozun, but in the end it turned out to be such an ending.

The way of heaven is so unfair. They were defeated more than 500 years ago, and they are still the same after more than 500 years. All their hard work was wasted.

A long sword pierced Han Zhao's heart, Han Zhao looked up and saw Lu Wuya.

"More than 500 years ago, I should have killed you." Lu Wuya said coldly.

Feeling the loss of spiritual power and vitality, Han Zhao held the sword.

"Lu Wuya, you are just relying on Chu Changsheng..."