The Second Immortal Road

　　Han Ming hid in a dark corner, using a crystal jade cloak to completely cover his figure without revealing a little breath.

　　 Exploring the condition of his whole body, Han Ming couldn't help but smile wryly, he really killed one thousand and hurt himself eight hundred, his current situation is extremely not optimistic.

　　 The battle with the fuzzy ghost in the base-building period seemed short-lived, but he repeatedly used the best spirit weapon to cast a large amount of magical spells, such as a large number of spells, and the mana was consumed more than half.

　　 In this battle, he also forcibly urged several red shadow needles, which greatly depleted his mental power, making him feel a surge of fatigue from time to time, and he just wanted to faint.

In addition, the most important thing is the physical damage. He was hit by the Ghost Head Long Sword before. Although the Dragon Scale Armor blocked the physical attack, the dark energy was hit through the Dragon Scale Armor. On his body, his internal organs were injured, and he used the crystal jade cloak to move extremely fast, his fragile body was already overwhelmed and was on the verge of collapse.

Han Ming looked at the legs that had been swollen for a full circle due to congestion. He was cruel. He turned his hand and took out a small jade bottle, poured out a blood-red pill from it, took it with his head up and took it by mouth, and meditated. , Carried out.

　　 An amazing thing happened. The swelling of Han Ming's legs slowly subsided and returned to normal size. Except for the blood-red color, everything else returned to normal.

"This Wanxue Pill, combined with the condensed determination, is really effective as stated in the classics. It stimulates the potential in a short time, suppresses the injuries in the body forcibly, and also increases the body's toughness by a large amount out of thin air. It can last for a full day, and then it’s okay to use the crystal jade cloak continuously!" Han Ming pinched his blood-red legs, but there was no pain, all he could feel was numbness.

"It's just for this use. I'm afraid that I won't be able to return to the original time without recuperating the new year. After more than a year, the cultivation base will be stagnant!" Han Ming sighed deeply, as if he wanted to feel it in his heart. All the negative emotions are thrown out.

If it is not a last resort, Han Ming would rather suffer a severe injury and lie down for a month or two than use this overbearing secret method, because if he uses it once, he will waste more than a year to cultivate, and his aptitude is inherently poor. The hope of building a foundation before the year is not big, and now a year has been wasted in vain, so the possibility of advanced foundation building is even smaller!

"Forget it, I wasted a year. It's better than losing my life here. That zombie can see through the invisibility of the crystal jade cloak. Once I found out that his prince brother was captured alive by me, it was only a matter of time before I found him. How can you negotiate terms with him if you don't have a certain degree of self-protection!" Han Ming sighed slightly, and he secretly prayed that what Qiao Yushan said at the beginning would not be a lie.

　　 After Han Ming made sure that all the injuries on his body were suppressed, he flipped his hand and took out a middle-grade spirit stone that he usually reluctant to use, and tried his best to absorb the spiritual energy in it, and restore as much mana as possible.

　　 While Han Ming was hiding in the corner to recover his mana, the black iron zombies thousands of feet away raised the token in his hand forward, the huge skull ball in front of him suddenly fell apart, and tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers fell back to the ground again.

　　 The Skeleton Soldier fell back to the ground, revealing the Ninth Formation Foundation-building monk sitting on the flying boat inside. Seeing its appearance, it was clear that the mana had been exhausted.

The black iron stiff laughed, raised his foot and stepped forward, and suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared, but after a few breaths of time, he appeared before the flying boat of the Nine Arrays sent to build the base-stage monks, and slammed his fist downwards. Down.

　　The shield outside the flying boat was like paper, and it was easily pierced by the black iron stiff. The black iron stiff grinned and disappeared again. The next moment he appeared in front of the nine formation base-stage monks who were full of despair.

　　 Black-haired Tiezuo didn't hesitate, and directly hit the foundation-building monk with a punch in the chest.

　　 No miracle happened, the foundation-building monk died on the spot.

　　 Hei Mao Tie Zeng waved his hand, put away the body of the foundation-building cultivator, and beckoned to **** the Array Spirit Disk and a storage bag that had fallen to the side into his hands, and he smiled.

　　 Heimao Tiezheng tilted his head and thought about it. It was a trick to send a message to the dwarf ghost of its imperial brother, and then the dwarf ghost would relay it to his imperial brother, telling him that the matter here has been resolved.

However, Hei Mao Tiezheng only pinched the tactics in his hand, his face suddenly changed, and he immediately raised his eyes to look in the direction of the four disciples. There was an expression of disbelief on his face. How could it not feel the breath of a dwarf ghost? No one can sense it. Could it be that the dwarf ghosts have been killed!

Hei Mao Tiezuo immediately had a bad premonition. Its emperor brother is very much favored by its father. The cultivation techniques and condensed ghosts are the same, not a zombie like it. The body, if its emperor's brother had an accident next to it, its father would definitely not let it go.

　　Kuromao Tiezuo realized that the fuzzy ghost image might have been in an accident, so he didn't dare to stay. Instead, he hammered his chest with both hands, and his body grew sharply. At the same time, bristles grew crazily up and down all over his body.

　　 Within two or three breaths of effort, the black-haired iron stiff turned into a behemoth like a black bear.

　　 "Turn." The pitch black token in the black hair iron zong's hand flashed slightly, and its huge figure disappeared out of thin air.

　　 The next moment, not far from the place where the four disciples gathered, the black iron stalwart suddenly appeared on a city wall.

When 　　 Black Hair Tie Zang Fang appeared, he stared at the four disciples gathered together, and then hit the ground with four paws without thinking about it, like a chariot, and rushed towards the four disciples.

The appearance of the Black Haired Iron Zombie really shocked the four disciples, but they were not too weak people. They all responded immediately and released their spirit weapons to face the Black Haired Iron Zombie. .

Hei Mao Tiezheng completely ignored all the spiritual weapons. It roared suddenly and directly slammed into twenty or thirty spiritual weapons. It stretched out a large paw like a paw, and patted it horizontally, usually in the fan. His spirit weapon was knocked out like a fly.

Of course, there are also many spirit artifacts that went around the back of Heimao Tiezuo, and hit the Heimao Tiezuo severely, but Heimao Tiezuo's body is extremely hard, and there are not many spirit implements at all. Slashing its body, even if some spiritual weapon pierced its body, it would only leave a few inches of wounds, which was a little insignificant compared to the huge stiff body of black hair and iron.

　　 The black hair iron stiff speed is extremely fast, after smashing through a number of spiritual weapons, he broke into the crowd of four disciples.

　　 It was like a hungry wolf entering the flock. The four disciples were all dispersing birds and beasts. At the same time, their faces were full of panic. This monster is too powerful, and it is definitely not an ordinary foundation-building monk.

　　 Black hair iron stiff paw waved, he grabbed a four-sect disciple closest to it, and bit his shoulder all at once.

　　 Hei Mao Tiezheng grabbed one of them, but stopped directly, and stopped chasing the other four disciples.

　　 "Where did my emperor brother go, where did the dwarf ghost attendant go?" Heimao Tiezuo opened his blood basin and asked viciously.

　　 The shoulder of the man who was grabbed by the black-haired iron stiff was bitten off, blood was splashed all over the floor, and his face was full of cold sweat from pain. Seeing the black-haired iron stiff blood basin, this sect disciple was so scared that his whole body was trembling. All he didn't even think about was the trembling reply: "Those dwarf ghosts are used by the masked person. The kind of red-gold flame was killed, and the Guixiu during the foundation construction period was also captured by him. We don't know him."

　　 After hearing the words, the fierce flames suddenly reduced. As long as the emperor's brother does not have his soul scattered, everything can be restored. Even if his father is punished, he will not be too harsh.

　　 "Kacha." The black iron stiff claws slammed hard, and suddenly squeezed the Qi training monk in his hand into two sections.

After 　　, Heimao Tiezheng glanced at the four disciples around him, and then stopped paying attention to them. Instead, he sniffed his nose, moved his limbs, and ran away in a certain direction.