Time flies, and the years have changed. Although more than eighty years have not changed, it is also the life of most mortals. The majestic middle-aged man stood with his hands on his back, looking into the distance, and recalling the past. If he had not embarked on the path of cultivation, he would probably be now, even though his internal strength is profound, his body is still old and his life will be over. Looking back on the past, he was also a gentle young man. Although he was a little thoughtful, he was kind-hearted and not cunning after all. When he was going to hunt for treasure, he was almost killed.

But he was lucky and did not die. Instead, he became a blessing in disguise, got the legacy of his ancestors, and obtained great opportunities together with his close confidants. When he returned to his family, he uprooted those who did not accept him, had evil intentions, and eliminated them. Later, he took advantage of the great opportunity to embark on the path of cultivating immortals. Then he became the head of the No Dahan family, and the inner alchemy of the monsters left in the family was consumed by him by 60%. In addition, he was already of extraordinary qualifications and became the late-stage strong man in the foundation building stage that is now famous. Even the monks who gathered in Heluo Town were extremely respectful to him. The Han family also became the first family here. As long as he gave his order, no one in all directions would dare not to obey.

Now, with more than 80 years of development, the Han family already has twelve foundation-building powerhouses, most of whom are those who left with him back then. Looking back on all the things that happened back then, he couldn't help but sigh: "The years of more than 80 years have been still like yesterday, like a big dream."

Time flies, and two days have passed.

On this day, the Han family was extremely lively, and the head of the family sat in a high position and looked around. There were more than ten monks in the lobby coming here to visit, and the guests and the conversation was very pleasant.

"The Han family master has a deep cultivation level. I believe that in a little while, he will reach the realm of the Golden Pill and become the ancestor of a sect. I really admire him." A thin man holding a folding fan clasped his fists and spoke with respect in his words.

"What fellow Taoist said is that the head of the Han family is so famous that the Han family is at its peak, and the Han family is even more prosperous, enough to compete with some sects. There are more than a dozen foundation-building powerhouses, and only two or three cultivators in some small sects have reached the foundation-building. Although the Han family has not developed for a long time, they are still prosperous and prosperous. In the future, they will be more powerful than your and my sects." A big man laughed and looked at the cheerful personality, but in fact he was trying to please the Han family.

"Hehe, what the two Taoist brothers said is very true, and I feel the same way. The head of the Han family, I am polite. I wish the head of the Han family in advance that he can break the great way, step into the golden elixir, and become a master." A beautiful female cultivator chuckled and bowed to the head of the Han family, very polite.

On the top of the seat, the head of the Han family laughed and said, "You guys don't need to be polite. You are all geniuses. The elite geniuses in their own sects will definitely be above me in the future. Come on, don't be restrained, and let us drink. It is my blessing to be with you, Han, and my blessing to the Han family." The head of the Han family also laughed happily, stood up and raised his glass to drink.

No matter what purpose it is, whether it is true or false, at least on the surface, this place is extremely harmonious, with the cultivators talking and expressing their feelings. In the center of the lobby, there were more than 20 women dancing, and more than a dozen people playing music and slapping, singing and dancing to the courtyard, and having fun. The cultivators even drank and chatted, and even more, they showed their elegance, recited poetry and painted, and laughed and said, as if they were heralding the rise of the Han family.

However, at this moment, a loud bang suddenly burst into the clear sky.

With just a "boom", the Han family's lobby exploded, the bricks and stones were shattered, the beams fell, and there was a three-meter-meter-long hole on the top.

Seeing this, the head of the Han family was furious, but did not show any signs. Instead, he stood up and looked in the sky, spread his spiritual sense to scan the top. Then he said coldly: "I don't know who is here, why did he fight? If my Han family offends something, even if it is obvious, it is better to have more friends than to have more enemies."

However, no one responded in the sky, and then a few black objects fell from the top and fell into the lobby.

The head of the Han family frowned at first, then his eyes suddenly shrank, and his hands were holding back and clenched their fists, making him furious. The seven black objects were the seven foundation-building elders outside. It should be noted that there were only twelve foundation-building monks in the Han family, and now seven people died. These are all the mainstays of the Han family, and now they are gone.

These people were all the hard work that the head of the Han family had trained for more than 80 years, but now they have ruined most of them, which makes him unbearable.

"Haha, Han family, hand over that thing, otherwise there would be no one left today." A middle-aged man wearing a blue robe and a scar on his face stood at the sky and looked coldly below.

When the head of the Han family heard this, he frowned and was puzzled: "Who is you? Why do you want to kill my Han family blood? My Han family should have no grudges with you. Also, what exactly do you want?" It's not that he doesn't want to kill the other party, but he vaguely felt that the other party was extremely powerful. Even if he fought for his life, he might not be able to hurt the other party.

"Who are you? You dare to be here to be arrogant!" The man who had flattered the head of the Han family stood up and pointed at the figure at the sky and spoke.

"Bang", after the sound exploded, the man turned into a blood mist, exploded on the spot, and his corpse was gone.

"A mere ants in the early stage of foundation building dare to be arrogant in front of me, not knowing how to live or die." The man snorted coldly, and more than ten foundation-building cultivators appeared behind him, shocking the sky.

The head of the Han family was shocked. Even if the other party was not a Jindan monk, he would definitely not be far away. He didn't see clearly how the other party took action with just one palm. The man in the early stage of foundation building died and died. Such methods were really horrifying.

"Senior, how dare I offend my Han family for my cultivation? Please tell me what you need. As long as you have it, I will definitely give it to you with both hands. Please spare the Han family and let me go." After the head of the Han family made a conclusion in his mind, he immediately bowed down and bowed, looking extremely humble.

"Oh? Everyone says that Han Haohe is a hero, and what you see today is indeed a bit cunning. Those who know the times are heroes, you are not bad." The middle-aged man smiled contemptuously, but he carried his hands on his back and did not take the cultivators below into consideration. In his opinion, even if there are more than a dozen foundation-building monks below, he is the same as an ant in his eyes, just because he is a powerful man in the early stage of the Golden Pill.

"Take the Wanzhu Puppet Art of your ancestors and I will let you go. Maybe I can give you some luck and let you enter the realm of golden elixir. How about it?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and his so-called luck was to refine Han Haohe into a golden elixir puppet.

When Han Haohe heard this, he was stunned: "Report to senior, my Han family does not have the magical powers of Wanzhu Puppet Technique. The skills learned by my Han family are all basic skills from major sects. As for Wanzhu Puppet Technique, it is even more unheard of."

"Well? It's impossible. It took me more than 230 years to find out clearly. You will be the descendants of the old man Wanzhu. Now your Han family is booming, it must be because of the Wanzhu Puppet technique. If you dare to use this as an excuse, I will destroy your Han family without leaving any one!" The middle-aged man's eyes were indifferent, and the momentum suddenly burst out.

"Puff", Han Haohe was impacted and his blood was reversed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out. He immediately took three steps back, the ground was broken, and the seat behind him was split. In his opinion, the middle-aged man stepped on the sky like a towering mountain, unattainable, and could only look up with awe. The cultivation level of the two of them was not at the same level at all.

As for the so-called geniuses of the sect, they were even more unbearable. As a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, Han Haohe could not bear it. Not to mention that those who were just early and middle stages of foundation building were all trembling and did not dare to look up.

"Senior, please show mercy. I really don't know what the Wanzhu Puppet technique is, and I have never heard of this technique." Han Haohe spoke miserably.

"Dad, senior, please let my dad go. We really don't have any tricks about Wanzhu Puppets. Please be kind to me, please don't kill my dad." A girl knelt on the ground and begged to the man with tears in her eyes.

"Hmm? Not bad, I look a bit pretty. You follow me. It just so happens that I lack a girl to help me, so how about I let your father go?" The middle-aged man smiled slightly and spoke with a little playful look.

"Senior, take what he said seriously?" the girl asked suspiciously.

"You can only choose to believe it, otherwise, the Han family will not stay." The middle-aged man spoke indifferently, extremely ruthless. For him, killing people and extermination was just a trivial matter.

"Qing'er can't! Senior, you can't do this..."

However, before Han Haohe finished speaking, the middle-aged man snorted coldly. Han Haohe was struck by lightning, covered his chest and vomited blood. He took several steps and his face turned pale.

"I agree, I believe, senior, stop." Zhou Yuqing, with the rain, knelt on the ground and begged to speak. For many years, in her consciousness, her father has always been a giant who stands tall and omnipotent. She has never bowed her eyebrows and begged so hard, which makes her feel unbearable.

"I'm fighting with you!" An old man's roar came out, and a thin old man soared into the sky with an indomitable aura, and then exploded.

"Quanshan!" Han Haohe burst into tears in his tiger eyes. He was his younger brother who had been very close to him for decades. Although his qualifications were average and he was not suitable to take this path, he forced Han Haohe to use resources to pile him up into a foundation-building monk. Now, in order to protect his father and daughter, he resolutely exploded himself, trying to pull the enemy to return to the ruins.

However, although this self-explosion power was extraordinary, it only hurt the middle-aged man in the slightest slight injury. At this moment, his eyes were cold, and the pressure suddenly rose. The wind and clouds changed color, the wind and wind whistled, and the ancient wood rose from the ground: "Kill, no one of the men will stay. After killing them, search again. I don't believe that I can't find the legendary martial arts."
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