Chapter 1595: Get demon core

Chapter 1595: Obtaining Demon Core
"Why do you bother with a monster beast?" Han Yu asked curiously. Judging from the anger of the six-clawed underworld beast, these two saints provoked it.
"Friends of Daoist do not know, the demon core of the six-clawed beast can help me to forge the holy palace, so that my cultivation will be more effective." The white-haired old man said.
"laugh!"
The white-haired old man was distracted to communicate with Han Yu, and accidentally his arm was caught by the six-clawed beast, and the blood surged suddenly, and he took a breath of pain.
"There are such effects?" Han Yu's eyes lit up.
The white-haired old man said: "I believe that fellow Daoist has just been sanctified, right? Venus should not have been transformed on the holy palace. If you get the core of this monster, you can definitely make a gold star on the holy palace. Let your cultivation base soar. If fellow Daoists help us, after beheading this six-clawed underworld beast, 30% can be given to fellow Daoists." The white-haired old man said.
The realm of Wusheng is a process of casting the holy palace. Transforming Venus above the holy palace is the first process, but for people, it is a very difficult process.
Take Han Yu as an example. He had absorbed the cultivation base of a master of Star Transformation in the early stage of Martial Saint, and the Venus had not yet been transformed from the Holy Palace. The degree of difficulty is evident.
Han Yu's heart suddenly moved, and said: "Okay."
After speaking, Han Yu rushed to the Six-Clawed Underworld Beast. Han Yu took advantage of the situation and hit his back with a punch. Han Yu's punch used 30% of his power, and it was difficult for ordinary saints to contend.
"Boom!"
With a loud noise, the Six-Clawed Underworld Beast was hit to the ground, but the scales on its back were undamaged.
The white-haired old man and the man with white sideburns were a little disappointed. The man said lukewarmly, "Although this monster has only the cultivation base of the seventh-order Demon Emperor, it has a good physical body, and it is no worse than a normal saint, with bare hands. It's hard to hurt him!"
After the man finished speaking, the big knife in his hand slashed down the six-clawed beast's body one after another, and the sound of dangdang suddenly resounded across the mountains. The man slashed down, but only shattered the six-clawed beast's scales to make it feel a little bit weak. hurt.
With a thought of Han Yu, a wooden sword appeared and fought against the six-clawed beast.
This wooden sword was made from Wannian sandalwood in the Sun's house in the past. It is a set with the swords of Shuixian'er, Ma Su, and Shui Ling'er. Han Yu has never used it. But at this time, Han Yu has been refined into a low-level Saint Soldier level magic weapon.
Han Yu didn't know the details of these two people, and didn't want to expose the killing of God. The slaying of the gods is made by refining the gods, and it is easy to be coveted by others.
Both of them glanced at the wooden sword in Han Yu's hand, but didn't care.
Han Yu waved the basalt sword, the sword light whistled, shattering the void. He intends to retain his own strength, so from the aura, he is weaker than the two.
An earth-shattering battle unfolded. The Six-Clawed Underworld Beast was still struggling to support the two of them, and with Han Yu's joining, it soon fell into a disadvantage. After more than half an hour of fighting, Han Yu "lucky" cut off the head of the six-clawed beast.
The white-haired old man and the man looked at each other, and both heaved a sigh of relief. After a battle, both of them suffered serious injuries. At this time, the wound was shining brightly, and the wound was healing quickly.
"Thank you fellow Daoists, if you are a fellow Daoist in the future, just say something." The white-haired old man arched his hand at Han Yu.
The man walked towards the six-clawed beast, preparing to strip the demon core.
"You are welcome, just take what you need." Han Yu said lightly, walking towards the six-clawed underworld beast.
"I just said to fellow daoists that if fellow daoists help and obtain demon cores, 30% will be distributed to fellow daoists. However, if fellow daoists don’t exert much effort, if we give 30% to fellow daoists, we really won’t be worth it. I have a low-grade medicine here. Wang, give rewards to fellow daoists." The white-haired old man naturally took out a medicinal plant and handed it to Han Yu.
"What do you mean, you turned back so soon?" Han Yu sneered and looked at the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man said righteously: "Friends of the Taoist people are wrong. If you have a lot of power, we naturally have nothing to say, but you really don't have much power."
Han Yu snorted: "I killed the Six-Clawed Underworld Beast."
The white-haired old man said: "It's just a fluke."
Han Yu's face turned cold, and he said slightly angrily: "You guys think I am weak and bully, right?"
Han Yu could see it, the other party didn't even want to share the six-clawed underworld monster core with him.
"Give you a low-grade medicine king, it's already very good for you, no matter what is good or bad, don't blame us for being polite!" The man turned around and looked at Han Yu coldly.
"I want to see, why are you so unkind!" Han Yu's eyes were cold, a murderous intent rushed into the sky. Raising the sword in his hand, he slashed at the white-haired old man.
"I don't know what it is!" The white-haired old man's face sank, and he put away the lower-grade Medicine King, and raised the axe in his hand to face Han Yu's sword.
"when!"
With a loud noise, the white-haired old man's feet were slammed into the ground, and his right palm was directly shattered.
"This..." The white-haired old man was shocked, and Han Yu's power was beyond imagination.
"Huh!" Han Yu's sword swept away.
The white-haired old man was chopped by Han Yu before he could react.
"Ah!" the white-haired old man yelled, one was hurt and the other was scared.
"Looking for death!" The man slashed towards Han Yuli with a sword, and the horrible sword light had the potential to break the ground.
Han Yu swung his sword into the sky to block the opponent's forceful blow. A huge handprint flew out with a palm of his left hand, shaking the man upside down.
"You?" The man looked at Han Yu incredulously. He didn't expect Han Yu to be so powerful.
"Huh!"
Han Yu took advantage of the situation and struck down with a sword. The man hurriedly raised his sword to resist. The white-haired old man, taking advantage of Han Yu's fight with the man, merged his body and escaped.
After a brief encounter, they realized that Han Yu was no longer the demon core that the two of them could contend with and decisively abandon the Six-Clawed Underworld Beast.
Han Yu snorted coldly, put the sword away, and walked over to take out the demon of the six-clawed underworld beast. The six-clawed underworld beast's demon core is the size of Han Yu's fist, and it starts with a chill, revealing a biting chill.
Han Yu collected the demon core, let the invisible dragon swallow the blood origin qi of the six-clawed beast, and continued to search for the whereabouts of Han Zhan, Zhao Yubing and Baihu.
It was sundown in a blink of an eye, and the coldness, solemnity, and resentment in the Bloody Moon Forest increased exponentially. Even if Han Yu walked in it, it was quite uncomfortable. Han Yu thought for a while, and left the place across the void, waiting for tomorrow to continue searching.
Out of the Bloody Moon Forest, Han Yu found a quiet cave and stayed temporarily. Take out the monster core of the six-clawed underworld beast and examine it carefully.
"Does this monster's core really have the miraculous effect of forging a holy palace?"
Han Yu sat cross-legged and began to refine the demon core.