The Second Immortal Road

?After meditating in Xuanjing underground for a whole day, Han Ming suppressed the injury, which was only a trauma. As for the poison of the blood spider, he was helpless.

With a sigh of relief, Han Ming put away Luohu's body, put on a neat blue robe, and put a piece of earthen talisman on himself, and then slowly walked up to the ground.

During the dive, Han Ming was a little excited, and there were a lot of inexplicable emotions. After a few glances before, if he was right, what he saw was the black feather army, and here is the city of Wu. Beijing!

Han Ming once thought that he would not be able to return to the north for this life, but he did not expect to be a blessing in disguise. After more than a hundred years, he finally returned.

When I think about it now, I suddenly feel that time is passing by, and Baiju has passed the gap. When he left Dibei, he was only a period of mana liquefaction, but now he is a monk in the late stage of the formation of alchemy.

Flying above the imperial city, Han Ming soon discovered that Xuan Jing was completely overwhelmed by life at this time, and there were wailing sounds everywhere. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers wearing gold armor broke through the city gates and smashed all the way. The capital of Xuanjing.

The Black Feather Army, who had once killed the soldiers of the Jiayue State, was finally defeated and failed to defend the last line of defense of the State of Wu. Together with the Imperial Guards, they were slaughtered by the glittering Jiayue Army.

In fact, the overall strength of the Wu black feather army and the Imperial Guard is stronger than that of the Jiayue country, but they can’t resist the Jiayue ** team, all because the Jiayue ** team is mixed with hundreds of immortal cultivators, of which there are even more than a dozen. A base-building period.

These immortal cultivators of the Jiayue country were hidden in the Jiayue ** team and carried out beheading operations on the soldiers of the country of Wu. The battle only began, and the generals above the centurion in the country of Wu were killed by 40% to 50%. As the war continued, the generals of Wu State were killed ninety-nine percent, and the remaining soldiers, even though they were fighting hard, were unable to resist the attacks of the A-Vietnam state organization.

Moreover, the thick city gate was pierced by a silver needle magic weapon by a monk during the foundation construction period. The siege hammer only chiseled the city gate and the city gate was broken. Enter, the overall situation has been determined.

This war was a battle for the destruction of the State of Wu and the ending battle for the Black Feather Army.

"Black flag, black feather, army **** Lin Yuqing, after all, disappeared with the wind, there is no immortality in the world!" Han Ming stood on the eaves, watching the golden armor guards of Jiayue State burst open the gate of the imperial city, and sighed slightly. Tone.

"Who is the Taoist friend, what are you doing here? It's not a few remnants of the Wu country!" A foundation-building monk disguised as a soldier of the Jiayue country rushed to the eaves, looking at Han Ming with some trepidation.

Han Ming glanced at the foundation-building cultivator, and said faintly: "It's nothing more than people passing by. Seeing that there is something interesting here, without interfering with your thoughts, just take a look and leave!

"Well, fellow Daoists, don't make mistakes, the Wu state is gone, and all sects have escaped!" The foundation-building cultivator said to Han Ming with a little threatening tone.

This monk in the foundation-building period couldn't see through Han Ming's monk, but he didn't care about it, so he kept on talking, just staying not far from Han Ming, looking at Han Ming.

Han Ming was too lazy to pay attention to the little monk. He turned his head and looked at the Imperial City of Wu for a while, and then he estimated a lower position, then gently lifted his foot, turned into a blue light and flew away, taking it away. There was a burst of air breaking, and the little cultivator at the base-building stage trembled in shock.

"Pill formation period!" A cold sweat broke out on the back of this foundation-building cultivator, and he felt like he was left behind. After reacting, he plunged into the army of tens of thousands of Vietnamese mortals. It seemed that this would help him. Hide it.

As the little monk said, the general situation of the Wu state is gone, and it is irretrievable. It is not because the imperial city was breached, but the local sect in the Wu state is no longer there. The full-scale invasion of the Jiayue state is not a mortal invasion, the real The invasion of essence cultivators.

It is not the victory of the mortals that decides a war, but the result of the fighting at the level of the cultivator. Han Ming can indeed protect the Wu imperial city with his shots, but it will inevitably attract high-ranking cultivators from the Jiayue Kingdom. At least it was during the pill formation period, and the result was still the same!

The destruction of Wu Kingdom is irreversible, it can only dissipate in the long river of time like the Black Feather Army.

After leaving the imperial city, Han Ming looked for a certain direction and flew away towards Jingzhou. Now he finally returned to the north of the city, still so close to Jingzhou, he still had to go back and see, even if he couldn't see those old people. NS.

Han Ming first arrived at the edge of Jingzhou. Relying on vague memory, he found the small mountain village where he was born and raised him along the abandoned official road. However, he found that the small mountain village was long gone, and the mountain was covered. It was dug out, and replaced by a half-sized city.

After asking outside the city for a long time, Han Ming didn’t get any useful information after all. The people here are all mortals. It’s good to live at the age of ten years old. How do you know that for more than one hundred and sixty years? A small mountain village of unknown origin!

In a daze, Han Ming changed his direction and headed towards Luzhou.

Without much effort, Han Ming found the Zhu family, but found that there was only a piece of ruins left. The manor of more than 100 acres was burned by a fire for 90%, only some ruins fell to the ground, and there were some traces of human figures in it. .

It shouldn't take long for Zhu's family to be burned, and the traces are still very new, it should only be two or three months old.

"Something was defeated by the State of Wu, and the Huayi Gate was liquidated by the State of Jia Yue, and so was 80%!" Han Ming frowned as he looked at the vast ruins.

Han Ming searched the place, but found no useful information. He couldn't help but sighed slightly. The Zhu family headquarters was burned like this. The loss is probably huge. It's hard to say whether anyone can survive!

After wandering around, Han Ming lifted his foot and was about to leave here. It’s not that he didn’t want to help the Zhu family. It was mainly because a few months passed. Because it is not easy to find clues, he can only give up. After all, he himself is still very toxic, so he can't delay it for long.

Just as he was about to fly away from here, Han Ming's mental strength was to capture a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy wearing a gray-white robe, with a beautiful and handsome appearance, who was sneaking over here from a distance.

Han Ming's heart moved, and he looked at him in a blink of an eye, and looked at the young man in the gray and white robe, his face suddenly changed.

A stride, appeared in front of the boy, and Han Ming picked up the boy with one hand.

The boy was startled by Han Ming's sudden appearance, his face was full of panic, he was kicking his legs hard, but it was useless, like a weak chicken.

With a vigorous shaking, a silver iron tube from the boy's sleeve fell out and was easily received by Han Ming. He looked at it and said, "Where do these thousand yarn tubes come from? What is your surname."

"You want to control, you better let me go if you don't want to die. The little master is a member of the Cang Sect of the Ayue Kingdom!" The gray-white boy said viciously, completely just like a young master from the aristocratic family.

This gray-clothed boy is indeed a young master raised by a wealthy family, with red lips and white teeth, a delicate face, and white and slender fingers.

"Diancangpai? You kid is slippery, and you don't even blink when you tell a lie!" Han Ming was amused by the gray-clothed boy, threw it to the ground, and said with a cold face: "You and Zhu What's the relationship with your family, just say, don't kill you."

"Zhu family? What Zhu family, what are you talking about!" When the gray-clothed boy heard Han Ming mentioning the Zhu family, a panic flashed in his eyes, but he was suppressed in an instant and continued to pretend to be puzzled.

"You don't know the Zhu family, so why are there several martial arts unique to the Zhu family? The master of the town can only practice in the future?" Han Ming said with a smile. what.

"How do you know this, who are you!" The gray-clothed youth changed his face after hearing the words. He subconsciously stepped back, but he couldn't stand firmly. He sat down on the ground, but didn't care. Behind him, he kept retreating back, the calmness on his face completely disappeared, and all that was left was panic.

The gray-clothed boy trembled his hands slightly, his eyes were full of fear, like a child who was frightened, his defense seemed to have completely collapsed.

"You kid, you are really slick, you look flustered on the surface, but secretly you are poisoning me. The poison used is still the combination of several poisons, and the monks during the Qi training period can be poisoned!" Han Ming sniffed the air , Shook his head and smiled.

"Who the **** are you, how could you perceive my poison!" Hearing this, the gray-clothed boy's expression changed again, and he stood up and looked at Han Ming coldly, where there was the fear and panic before.

"Forget it, I'm running out of time, I have no time to waste with your kid!" Han Ming muttered slightly as he looked at the gray-clothed boy who was waiting, and gently raised his hand, sucking it into his hand again, and squeezed it out. .

Turning his hand to take out ten silver needles, Han Ming inserted them into the gray-clothed boy's head, then digs out the storage bag to find some spiritual incense, and put it on the side after lighting.

Although it hasn’t reached the meta-infant stage~www.wuxiaspot.com~, you cannot use the soul-searching technique, but Han Ming still knows some tricks of confusion. It's very simple, although the information asked is far from comprehensive.

Half an hour later, the grey-clothed boy woke up, but he was immediately taken aback, because he was now several tens of feet away from the ground, being carried in his hands and flying, surrounded by whistling wind.

Looking at the fast-moving mountain peaks behind, the gray-clothed boy's eyes widened. He was flying forward at an incredible speed, leaving mountains and ridges behind him. The speed is far beyond what his father can compare.

Turning his head hard, seeing Han Ming's indifferent expression, the gray-clothed boy swallowed and spit, and he realized that the gap between him and this blue-robed man cannot be made up by a little cleverness!

The gray-robed boy is very acquainted, knowing that he is not an opponent, he will not struggle until he sees the mountains below with a sense of familiarity.

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