The Second Immortal Road

Vol 4 Chapter 814: Chamber resistance

   This old man escaped extremely fast, which was not comparable to that of ordinary cultivators in the formation period. After the black magic claws fell, they rushed to the thirty-two forbidden formation in an instant.

He raised his head and glanced at the black demon claws he was facing, Han Ming's expression condensed slightly, and he put away the fiery fire sword decisively, then turned around abruptly, and slammed his feet against the void, holding a red golden arm. , Slammed down with the devil's claws.

   A golden fist print of five or six feet in size broke away from his fist, with a billowing golden air wave, swept towards the black magic claws, and finally Han Ming's head slammed together.

   The black magic claws and the golden fist prints collided together, and they did not burst apart, but were twisted and merged into one body, turning into a golden-black halo, extremely dazzling, like a small sun with two colors.

   The more than 20,000 monks present all held their breath and stared at that side, without saying a word, the world fell silent for an instant.

After a short period of silence for three breaths, "Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the black and gold halo expanded and contracted and then burst out, bursting out tens of thousands of black and gold rays, like a sharp arrow shooting. To the surrounding.

   Ninety-nine percent of the monks turned their heads subconsciously, or closed their eyes, and the naked eyes simply couldn't bear this kind of burning sensation.

After a full five or six breaths, the black and golden light slowly dissipated, and the surrounding monks recovered from their short-term blindness. They looked at the battlefield over there, but they stared slightly, and saw two people carrying a huge shadow. However, the imposing figure hovered in mid-air, vying for each other.

The sky over there is divided into two colors, one side is black clouds, filled with fierce devilish energy, inside stands a thin old man, and one side is a dazzling golden light, like a solid sharp golden thread, thousands of The strips, densely packed, stood proudly in this cyan figure.

   The black magic cloud and the golden silk thread compete against each other, eroding and resisting each other, but no one can help each other.

   "It's you, who killed this brother twenty years ago!" The skinny old man looked at the golden light all over his body, like Han Ming, the **** of war with a golden armor, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps, you want to take revenge? But you are afraid that you can't stop it?" Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the guardian formation of the rising star sect that was close at hand, shrugging his shoulders unhurriedly. For the calmness.

"Huh, but there are some methods that exceed the same level. I really think I am a talented person? I really want to compete with Yuan Yingqi? This seat will let you know what is called Tianwaiyoutian today!" The skinny old man shouted sharply, and then continued. Raising his hand, I did not know where to take out a black magic flag.

This black magic flag is two feet high. The huge black flag is billowing with black magic energy. The six-armed and double-horned ancient beast embroidered on it seems to have come alive. Devilish.

   "Ill!" The skinny old man suddenly raised his hand and waved the black magic flag, and then threw it like a spear, throwing the black magic flag at Han Ming.

The black magic flag is like an invincible war spear, breaking through the golden thread around Han Ming in an instant, and in an instant it hits Han Ming’s approach, and slams down against his head. The posture on the light curtain of the Xingzong Guardian Array.

   "Good coming!" Han Ming saw the black magic flag not angry but laughed instead, let out a low growl, and rushed up directly to meet the magic flag.

   Han Ming's two red gold arms slapped continuously, and at the moment when the magic flag was about to pierce his eyebrows, he grabbed the flagpole of the magic flag, and the red gold scales of his hands rubbed against the flagpole and made a toothache.

   Slightly to the side, Han Ming turned around on the spot, and took advantage of the momentum to project the magic flag back at the skinny old man at a faster speed, and at the same time, he shook his arm sharply and punched dozens of fist marks in a row.

   "Superficial, ridiculous!" The skinny old man sneered when he saw this scene, then gently raised his hand and tapped in the direction of Han Ming.

And with the urging of the skinny coming here, the black magic flag burst into pieces in an instant, turning into a large pure black magic energy and spreading, but Han Ming’s dozens of fist marks smashed into it. It was a little wave that did not arouse.

   Han Ming frowned slightly when he saw this, and there was a dignified look in his eyes.

"Oh!" Following a deafening roar, a black monster the size of ten feet slowly walked out of the black fog, with a pair of sharp horns soaring, and it was as thick as six pillars. Hoof slowly walked towards Han Ming.

"Little thief, let you know what is the true strength of the Nascent Soul Stage!" As soon as the skinny old man raised his hand, the black monster instantly disappeared in place, and the next moment it reached Han Ming's head, and two people stood up. The big hoof was lifted high, like a fierce horse, and stomped down fiercely.

   A small red shield appeared out of thin air under the big hoofs of the monster, slightly holding the downward trend of the hoofs of the black monster, Han Ming took advantage of this opportunity to directly move away and appeared on top of the black monster's head.

Han Ming waved gently, and the small red shield stepped on by the black monster trembled slightly and turned into a scarlet sword. It pierced the ground, flew out, and appeared in his hand. Han Ming With a low "slash", he swiped down at the neck of the black monster, and the scarlet sword in his hand came out again and stood on the neck of the black monster.

Only heard "Puff Puff." With a sound, the Fire Sword plunged into the neck of the black monster, cut off half of the black monster's head, and hung the other half on the neck, but the effect was already there, and the black monster crashed down. The ground turned into a black magic energy and dissipated.

   waved his hand and sucked the fiery sword, Han Ming rushed towards the skinny old man.

"Hmph, there are some methods, but you are a little bit early!" The skinny old man was not in a hurry to see the black monster being beheaded. Instead, he showed a hint of mockery, and then gently raised his hand, demonic spirit over there. Suddenly Yisheng completely blocked Han Ming's back road.

   The black monster once again condensed its figure in the devilish energy, and the wound on its neck disappeared without a trace. It stared at Han Ming with big eyes like copper bells, but it didn't rush to move!

   "Oh, I wanted to stop my way. Your Excellency is thoughtful!" Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the black monster, revealing a trace of sorrow.

   "Hmph, the old man has to learn the tricks of your little thief!" The skinny old man grinned, and the demons on his body were full.

   "I thought of going together, I also want to learn your skills, so let's try it!" Han Ming grinned, and by the way, he held the fiery sword in front of him.

After speaking, Han Ming raised the long sword in his hand, and swept a strong sword energy storm towards the skinny old man, and the skinny old man, as a monk in the Yuan Ying stage, naturally refused to give up, waved his sleeves, and swelled out a lot of richness. The devilish qi greeted the sword qi.

With the current methods alone, Han Ming doesn’t think he can kill the Nasal Infant stage beyond his level. He just wants to test the means of this Demon Sect’s Nascent Infant stage, so he doesn’t need a real life-and-death fight, and the opposite is skinny. The old man seemed to have other calculations, and he didn't use any real tough methods, but he froze with Han Ming.

   Next, Han Ming and the skinny old man fought against each other in mid-air, attacking and defending each other, but there is no such thing as who has the upper hand, or who is at risk.

The surrounding monks in the Demon Sect have already retired, not to mention those pill formation periods, even the few fake babies left in the Demon Sect can’t get involved at all, nor dare to intervene, because the skinny old man has secretly passed on to him. They are gone, and they are ordered to back off immediately.

   Although there are tens of thousands of cultivators here in the Demon Sect, they can only stare at Han Ming, the fake baby who suddenly appeared and their elders, who are playing in mid-air.

In the Ascending Star Sect Protecting Sect's Great Formation, all the monks are looking at this side the same, their faces are full of disbelief. A fake infant stage is competing with the Nascent infant stage, and it has not fallen behind. This is simply unbelievable. NS.

They all stared at Han Ming, with faint hope on their faces. Although most people didn’t know Han Ming, it did not prevent them from judging Han Ming’s position. It is not the ancestor of the rising star sect, that is also here to rescue the rising star sect.

  With this existence, the possibility of the Ascending Star Sect staying on is no longer an extravagant hope.

   Many cultivators in the Ascended Star Sect have a glimmer of hope, and perhaps the Ascended Star Sect can survive.

   On the peak of Sect Master of Ascending Star, Chun'er in black robes stood in front of the crowd, stopping all the Dan-condensation period that was about to go out for rescue.

"The son is here for information, don't want you to go out and save, you stay in the formation, he will naturally come back after trying the other party's methods, then he only needs to open an entrance!" Chun'er coldly ordered ~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He turned his head and looked at Han Ming, who was engulfing thousands of sword auras not far away.

The yellow jersey fake baby who stood with Qiao Yushan saw a trace of hesitation flashing on his face, but he stopped talking, but waited for him to look at Han Ming not far away, his aura that he could not match. , He shook his head silently, this Junior Brother Han had his own plan, and the elder Taishang also made it clear to let Junior Brother Han lead the sect before retreating. He still shouldn't do bad things with good intentions!

Chen Yuxin and Lin Fengqi stood side by side, looking at Han Ming, who had been able to shake the Yuanying stage with his fake baby stage cultivation base, completely stunned. After looking at each other, he easily found the shock in each other’s eyes. .

Chen Yuxin looked at Han Ming over there. In addition to the shock, there was also an inexplicable sense of loss. She felt that she had done something wrong, something that would make her regret for a lifetime. She missed a step beyond the sky. Chance.

   She was one of the first people who came into contact with Han Ming. She knew Han Ming's past, and she also knew what it meant for Han Ming to reach this point.

Calculating the time, Han Ming is only 180 years old, but he is already a fake baby. Although the speed of cultivation is not unprecedented, but it is impossible to say that it is absolutely impossible. At this speed, it will be completed in a few decades. It's not impossible for babies.

The two-hundred-year-old Yuan Ying stage, what does this mean, some monks who are a little bit more powerful in the immortal world know it, it means that they have further potential, beyond the Yuan Ying stage, to become like the two grand master uncles of the rising star sect. ! If you want to chat with more like-minded people, follow the "hot web article or rdww444" on WeChat and talk about your favorite books with more book friends

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