Han’s Immortal Path

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"Go, follow me to meet the enemy, I want to see how they capture this stronghold."

Song Wei's face turned cold, and she flew out.

A huge white light curtain covers a radius of hundreds of miles. There is a white lotus flower on the surface of the white light curtain. A large number of white snowflakes are constantly falling from the sky, and the temperature is frighteningly low.

Han Changming, Han Debiao, Hong Yusen, Hong Yuwen and a burly man in silver shirt attacked the white light curtain.

The silver-shirted man's body was wrapped in countless silver arcs, emitting a terrifying Reiatsu.

Hong Yilong, a cultivator of Lei Linggen, is in the middle stage of virtual refining.

The Hong family's three refining virtual joints were unable to capture this stronghold. They never expected that Han Changming and Han Debiao would quickly capture the Ganxin mine and came to support them.

If the Han family wants to permanently occupy the Ganxin ore vein, they must destroy the Feiyuemen, otherwise they will mine some Ganxin ore at most.

Gan Xinyu can't be said to be very precious. In contrast, the possessions of the cultivator are more precious.

They destroyed Zhou Yanghong and obtained three dharma materials, fifty-five top-quality spirit stones, twelve heaven-reaching spirit treasures, treasures that were listed on the Star Territory Divine Armament List, and some alchemy materials.

I don’t know how much dry Xinyu can be bought for these things. The mined raw ore has to be refined and then sold, which takes a long time.

Han Changming urged Jin Jingzheng to find the weak point of the formation, and they attacked the weak point of the formation together.

The rumbling sound of rumbling sounded, and the dazzling aura drowned the small half of the white light curtain, and the white light curtain shook slightly.

A huge thundercloud floated high in the sky, lightning flashed and thundered, and you could see the thick silver lightning slammed down and landed on the white light curtain. The white light curtain swayed gently.

Hong Yusen's tactic was pinched, and countless cyan vines grew on the ground, like strips of cyan long whips, hitting the white light curtain, and there was a muffled sound.

On Hong Yuwen's head, there is a phantom of a Confucian scholar, holding a jade pen in his right hand.

Confucianism Xuying's right hand gestured in the void for a while, a blue giant crane appeared, and the blue giant crane's wings gently flapped, blooming a large blue wind blade, hitting the white light curtain.

The jade pen in the hands of Confucian scholar Xuying gestured for a while, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and a red giant falcon appeared, opened its mouth and spewed a red flame, and went straight to the white light curtain.

The five cultivators attacked the formation, the ground shook violently, and the white light curtain swayed and distorted.

At this time, Song Wei also rushed out.

Seeing Han Changming's five people attacking the formation, Song Wei's face sank, and she quickly took out a flashing white formation plate and entered a Taoist art. trick.

The cold wind was blowing, and countless white snowflakes were blown to one place by the strong wind, and condensed into three huge white icemen.

The formation of this stronghold is not a purely defensive formation, with incidental attacks, using the terrain to form the formation. If not, the three of Hong Yusen would have captured this stronghold long ago.

"I'll come and live with them! You can break through the formation with peace of mind. The faster you go, the longer you delay, the reinforcements from Feiyuemen may arrive."

After Hong Yuwen said this, he urged Fa Xiang to attack the three white icemen.

Qinghe's wings gently flapped, releasing a large piece of cyan wind blade, hitting the white iceman, and there was a muffled sound of "kengkeng", and there were more shallow slashes on the surface of the white iceman, but Soon, after a white cold air appeared on the surface of the white ice body, the slashes disappeared.

Hong Yuwen's sleeves flicked, a booklet with silver light flew out, and entered a magic formula, the silver booklet opened, and a large amount of silver text could be seen.

He entered several dharmas, all the silver words were bright, and the countless silver words poured out and separated from the pages. The spear went straight to the opposite side.

There was a muffled sound, and the silver spear pierced the bodies of the three white icemen, turning into countless white ice cubes scattered on the ground, and a white cold wind swept through. Walk towards them.

As long as the formation is not broken, the White Iceman cannot be killed, and it will continue to grow.

The white snowflakes were blown by the strong wind and turned into white ice swords about two feet long, hitting Han Changming and the others from all directions.

Just as the white ice sword approached them more than a hundred feet, the dense blue vines smashed them into pieces.

While controlling the formation, Song Wei urged the Dharma to attack Han Changming's five people.

The other Feiyuemen disciples used magical powers or manipulated treasures to attack Han Changming's five people.

As a result, Hong Yusen and Hong Yuwen had to free their hands to resist, and the three of Han Changming broke through.

This was also the reason why they couldn't break the formation. Hong Yusen had brought more than a dozen people from the God Transformation clan to help, but they were all killed by the Feiyuemen disciples.

At this level of fighting, the Spirit Transformation cultivator can't help a lot.

"Fellow Daoist Han, don't keep your hands, and make a quick decision."

Hong Yilong urged, the magic trick was pinched, and a harsh thunder sound came from high in the sky, and a thick thunder column with a diameter of thirty feet fell from the sky and choked on the white light curtain.

With a loud bang, the white light curtain shook violently, and the powerful air wave shattered a large number of white snowflakes.

As soon as Han Changming's tactic was pinched, Jin Yanfeng lit up with a dazzling golden light, and a large golden flame poured out, hitting the white light curtain.

A yellow sand flood dragon shook its head and swayed its tail, pounced on the white light curtain.

The golden dragon axe in Han Debiao's hand burst out with dazzling golden light, slashing towards the white light curtain. At the same time, the human-shaped phantom above his head moved his arms, accompanied by a piercing sound of breaking the air, and dense black fist shadows flew out, as if Like a long black river, it rushed towards the white light curtain.

After an earth-shattering loud noise, the white light curtain flashed wildly like a bubble and suddenly shattered.

"impossible!"

Song Wei exclaimed, with a look of inconceivable expression on their faces, they repulsed the enemy's attack several times with this formation.

The Hong family attacked this stronghold again, adjusted the direction of the attack, and Han Changming and Han Debiao helped. Song Wei thought she could wait until the reinforcements arrived. Who would have thought that the formation would be broken so quickly.

Could it be that the enemy has a sixth-order array mage? Suddenly found the weak point of the formation? Or, the opponent detected the weak point of the formation, and it was a tentative attack before?

As soon as the formation was broken, thousands of thick silver lightning flashed down and went straight to Song Wei and the others.

A scream rang out, and dozens of Feiyuemen disciples were struck by silver lightning, and they disappeared, leaving no slag.

Song Wei sacrificed a ball that flickered with white light. After flying around her, it turned into a thick white light curtain, covering Song Wei's whole body.

Dense silver lightning flashed on top of the white light curtain, and there was a muffled sound, and the aura of the white light curtain was slightly dim.

A huge yellow sand dragon rushed towards Song Wei in an instant.

Song Wei's tactic was pinched, and the female shadow above her head spurted a white light, hitting the yellow sand scorpion, the yellow sand scorpion immediately froze, and the ice layer spread rapidly, turning the yellow sand scorpion into a white ice scorpion.

The white ice dragon fell to the ground and shattered. Countless yellow-glowing gravels rolled out. After all the yellow gravels were bright, they turned into a burly yellow giant, and with a fist move, they smashed towards Song Wei.

The woman's phantom drew her arms towards the void, and a white aperture swept out, covering the yellow giant.

The body of the yellow giant quickly froze and remained motionless.

A three-color fire python with a thick waist rushed towards it, exuding an amazingly high temperature, and the ice layer on the surface of the yellow giant quickly melted.

Song Wei hurriedly brought out a small mirror with a flickering white light, and entered a magic formula. The mirror surface of the small white mirror suddenly brightened, spraying out a white glow, covering the yellow giant and the three-color fire python.

Their bodies quickly froze and turned into ice.

There was a piercing thunder sound from high in the sky, and a thick thunder column with a diameter of more than 30 feet fell from the sky, squatting on the white light curtain, drowning Song Wei's figure, some nearby Feiyuemen disciples screamed, and the ashes disappeared. .

Heavy stick shadows fell from the sky, like towering mountains, submerged in the white light curtain, and there was a miserable woman's cry, Song Wei flew out, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, her face was pale, and a shield of white light was blocking her. Before, if the white shield hadn't blocked a lot of damage, she would have died.

The Feiyuemen disciples realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but a strong suction force was generated on the ground, and their bodies fell uncontrollably towards the ground.

The dense cyan vines broke out of the ground and turned into strips of cyan steel whips, slapped at these Feiyuemen disciples, and thick silver lightning flashed from the sky.

The screams came one after another, and all of these Feiyuemen disciples were killed. As soon as Nascent Soul left the body, he was struck by silver lightning and vanished into ashes.

Song Wei felt that something was wrong, and her body revealed a lot of light. At this moment, the sky above her head fluctuated together, and a big yellow hand appeared, slapped towards Song Wei's Tianling cover like lightning.

Song Wei's body expressed her white light, covering her big yellow hand. The big yellow hand quickly froze, and the speed of falling slowed down. She opened her mouth and spewed out a white flag. The ice pick flew out, defeating the big yellow hand.

Another thunderous sound rang out, and a huge silver thunder column fell from the sky and slammed towards Song Wei.

Song Wei was so frightened that she wanted to avoid it, but her body weighed ten thousand pounds, so she couldn't avoid it at all, so she could only take it hard.

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She opened her mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood essence, submerging into the white flag, which burst into a dazzling white light, turned into a white tornado, and greeted it.

The rumbling sound rang out, the white tornado smashed the silver thunder column, and the powerful air wave shattered the ground in a radius of more than ten kilometers.

A golden giant axe fell from the sky and smashed the white tornado into pieces. The white tornado turned into a white flag and flew out. Seeing that Song Wei was about to be cut in half by the golden giant axe, a big **** hand appeared out of thin air, holding her back. Live the golden axe.

"Five cultivators attacked our Feiyuemen stronghold, they really look down on us."

A cold male voice sounded.

As soon as the voice fell, three men and one woman flew from a distance, headed by a burly man in black shirt, with square face and big eyes, bronze skin, and a strong evil spirit exuding from his body. .

"Ximenlang!"

Hong Yusen's face condensed and exclaimed.

Ximen Lang is a well-known expert in refining the virtual world, and he actually shot it himself.

In addition to Ximen Lang, the other three were the weakest and had a cultivation base in the middle stage of Void Refinement, so they were very powerful.

Ximen Lang was ordered to support Feiyuemen. He was mainly responsible for solving Han Changming and achieving the goal of severely damaging the Zhao family. No matter how many cultivators he killed, he would not be able to kill Han Changming.

"Fellow Daoist Ximen, you came just in time. They led a team to attack our Feiyuemen stronghold."

Song Wei was overjoyed when she saw Ximen Lang.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, I'll leave it to you. I won't keep any of them."

Ximen Lang said coldly, an astonishing evil spirit rushed out of him, the temperature in the vicinity dropped rapidly, and the three cultivators couldn't help shivering, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Han Changming always felt that Ximen Lang was staring at him.

"Fleeing away, it's up to luck if you can escape."

Hong Yusen said through voice transmission, when the magic trick was pinched, the ground shook violently, and countless cyan vines grew, slapping at Ximen Lang and the others.

At the same time, countless yellow light spots poured out of the void, turned into a fast yellow boulder, and fell towards the ground.

A deafening thunder sound came from high up in the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Thousands of thick silver lightning flashed down from the sky and went straight to Ximen Lang and others.

Ximen Lang and the others cast spells to resist, the roars continued, and the air waves were billowing.

Taking this opportunity, Han Changming's five people turned into five escape lights and flew towards different places.

Among the five of them, three were in the early stage of virtual refining, two were in the middle stage of virtual refining, and the enemy was four in the middle stage of virtual refining and one in the late stage of virtual refining. They were not opponents at all and could only escape.

Who knows if there will be reinforcements in the future? Run first.

After a while, the smoke cleared.

The five Ximen Lang were safe and sound, and they dispersed in tacit understanding, chasing after the five Han Changming.

Ximen Lang turned into a black escaping light, chasing after Han Changming, his cultivation base was higher than Han Changming, and his escaping speed was faster.

A large number of yellow light spots poured out of the void, turned into yellow boulders, and smashed at Ximen Lang.

Ximen Lang's sleeve flicked, and a black light flickering round shot out, smashing the incoming yellow boulder, and his right hand patted the void lightly.

There was a ripple on Han Changming's head, and a **** hand appeared out of nowhere, hitting Han Changming like lightning.

Han Changming's body burst open and turned into a cloud of yellow gravel. A gust of wind blew past, and the yellow gravel turned into hundreds of clusters and flew in different directions.

Qianyang Xiaoyuan Technique!

Ximen Lang's consciousness was wide open, but he couldn't find any abnormality, and there was an expression of interest on his face.

"Hmph, I want to see how far you can run."

Ximen Lang snorted coldly, his sleeves flicked, and a black light flew out. It was a huge black butterfly. Judging from its aura, it was a sixth-order low-grade spirit worm.

It didn't take long for hundreds of clusters of yellow gravel to disappear into the sky, and the black butterfly flew to where Han Changming had stayed before.

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