The Second Immortal Road

The ancestor of Baohuang held the half golden lock, her face was a little overcast. She knew that the human race in the spirit world was unfathomable, and she would be more careful. If this small tower is really his own, it will be If she takes it away, then this hatred can be forged!

As one of the three ancestors of the Demon Realm, the ancestor of Baohuang can also be ranked in the top three in the Demon Realm. She was quite jealous.

Moreover, she and the person surnamed Han have some intersections, and they are some friendships. Among the people most unprovoked in her mind, the person surnamed Han can rank among the top three!

After hesitating for a long time, the ancestor of Baohuang clenched his fist, squeezed the golden lock in his hand into powder, and then said to himself: "Forget it, the treasure is ahead, if you get it, you will fly to the real demon world. His certainty must have surged several times. It is a great opportunity that has not been seen in more than a hundred thousand years. What if he is offended? Does he still dare to break the realm and deal with me, the ancestor of the holy realm?"

Also, how arrogant the ancestor of Baohuang was, the many methods and the great origins are also unimaginable, even the person who fears the human race, it is absolutely impossible to give up because of a broken artifact.

The ancestor of Baohuang probed his hand slightly, pinched a magic formula, and hit a mysterious formula at the unknown place, then sat cross-legged and waited quietly.

At the same time, on the top of a barren mountain in the Holy Realm, a beautiful figure in a pink robe sitting on the cliff boulder suddenly opened his eyes, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, with some inexplicable meaning on his face.

Who is this person who is not the ancestor of Baohuang!

There was a silence for a while, the ancestor of Baohuang slowly got up, flipped with one hand, took out a palm-sized half of the azure blue gouge, gently waved his hand, and immediately swelled to the size of half a meter, and was held by his hands.

"Broken!" With a fierce wave of the Baohuang ancestor, the Gu Ge spear fell, and the space along the trajectory wrinkled, and the next moment it shattered like white paper, revealing a void in space.

"The true blood of Qingluan obtained by accident back then can be used at this time, otherwise it would not be good to stay outside the interface for a long time." The ancestor Baohuang stepped forward lightly and sank into the space.

And just after the ancestor of Baohuang left here with a half-pillar incense, a flash of spiritual light in the distance, two figures burst out, with a rumbling sound of breaking through the air, but two or three breaths appeared here.

Two silhouettes, the one in the golden robe is a middle-aged man with ordinary appearance, but the one in the gray feather robe is a half-hundred old man, there is no breath in the two of them.

"Aristocratic Fellow Daoist is worthy of being the spirit of the ancients, and the innate concealment method is really powerful. After monitoring this Baohuang for a few days, he did not reveal any aura!" The golden middle-aged man smiled.

"Friend Panni is absurdly praised, but the important thing is still important. I didn't expect that the ancestor of Baohuang would really leave. If we are a step late, we will have to draw the bamboo basket for nothing!" The half-hundred old man smiled and stared. The space that has been healed can be counted with one hand.

"Sure enough, I went to the small interface, following her, you can find the place of that innate treasure!" The half-hundred old man laughed.

The middle-aged man in Jinpao flashed his eyes, nodded, and then smiled: "We will rely on Equatorial Daoist friends later, after all, outside of the interface, there is no magical energy, no spiritual energy, and Baohuang's methods are the same. It will be cut by 30% out of thin air!"

"Naturally, outside of the interface, this is the home of the ancient spirits of mine!" The half-hundred old man shook his head and smiled, and then added: "In the devil world, the old man may still be afraid of Baohuang a little bit, but when he comes to the interface In addition, the old man is naturally not afraid of her, and with the addition of Daoist Panni, he is not 90% sure or 80% sure of pushing her back!"

"Okay, it's not too late, hurry up!" The middle-aged man in Jinpao nodded, and then pinched the technique. A pure black magic soldier appeared out of thin air in his hand. The space where the cracks healed fell down fiercely.

A crack in the space that was similar to the previous one was torn open, connected to nothingness, leading to the unknown place in Yunshen.

Immediately, the middle-aged man in the golden robe, the half-hundred old man stepped straight into the dim space crack, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After a while, the space crack slowly healed, and it didn't take long for it to completely return to normal, and there was nothing special about it.

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After crashing into the void behind him, Han Ming only felt dizzy in his head, and all he could perceive was the trembling air-chewing spirit in his body, sending him messages of spatial fluctuations one after another.

Han Ming guessed that he seemed to have crashed into a space storm, and the space tearing force in it was too strong. Even if he was protected by the air-eater, he still couldn't bear it. There was a lot of violent protruding under his skin. Blood vessel.

Han Ming relied on the Spirit of the Sky-Eater, strenuously struck, and then felt the world spin, and all the hazy and illusory scenery in front of him disappeared, and replaced by a gray world.

Han Ming stood on a solid ground, looking into the distance, his face was full of confusion, what to say, this is not an empty space outside the interface!

This is a deadly space, no spiritual energy, no devilish energy, and some just a kind of Yin attribute, very light and light, if you don't feel it carefully, you will almost not be able to perceive it with his later cultivation base of the Nascent Soul.

"Yin and Ming Qi!" Han Ming muttered to himself for a while, he sensed that the breath here is the Yin and Ming breath, which is very similar to the Yin and Ming breath in the black styghe, but not exactly the same!

Han Ming was a little strange, the yin and underworld aura here gave him a very familiar feeling, it seemed to be very similar to the yin and underworld aura at the entrance of the cliff cave and the aura of the seeds of the underworld in Luohu's body!

"Isn't I outside the interface? How come I came here!" Han Ming muttered to himself, looking around vigilantly.

"I brought you together, otherwise you are likely to fall outside the interface!" A nice female voice sounded behind Han Ming.

There was a sound from behind, still close at hand, Han Ming's hair was immediately horrified, and he subconsciously wanted to cast spells. He flew away from here, but he was shocked to find that his mana was gone, and he couldn't use it at all!

Except for the divine sense, Han Ming found that he could not use any monk's methods at all. Not only could he not use a single bit of mana, he could not even open the most basic storage bag!

In an instant, his cultivation base in the Yuan Ying period disappeared, and he became a naked mortal.

Han Ming slowly turned his head in horror, only to find an extremely beautiful woman looking at him lovingly with a gentle smile.

Han Ming was stunned for a moment. He was very familiar with this face, the female Luo Hu who had appeared in the Netherbone Continent, but at this time it was not a python tail, four arms, and double horns on the head, but a human race looking for ordinary things. The appearance of a woman,

There is an unexplainable connection with Luo Hushen!

Staring at the woman in the black dress, Han Ming was stunned and didn't know what to say.

"Come here." The woman in the black dress gently grabbed Han Ming's hand, and took him all the way forward, until she reached a simple and crude village, dilapidated, empty, desolate and lonely.

There is a stone table and three small stone stools at the entrance of the village. One of the stone stools is neat and clean, and the other has some semi-thick and not thick dust marks. It seems that no one has sat for more than ten years or decades.

As for the last stone bench, it was covered with thick dust, almost completely submerging the stone bench. I don't know how many years no one has sat on it. It was hundreds, or even thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. .....

The woman sat gently on the clean stone bench. Han Ming hesitated, thinking that someone who hadn't been seated in more than ten years might be someone's seat, so he chose a stone bench that was almost drowned in dust.

But at this moment, the black dress woman gently lifted her sleeves, gently wiped the stone bench that hadn't been on for more than ten years, and then took Han Ming to sit down.

"This last strand of remnant soul can last for a while, I can tell you anything if you want to know!" The woman in the black dress stroked a strand of broken hair on Han Ming's temple, and spoke softly.

For some reason, after seeing the woman in the black dress, Han Ming's fluctuating mood suddenly calmed down, as if he had found a haven from the wind.

"Where is this!" Han Ming asked after a little thought.

"The projection of the differentiation of the Yin and the Underworld in Luohu's body, from the virtual to the real, can be regarded as a small world!" The black skirt woman explained in harmony, and then after thinking about it again: "This projection of the differentiation of the Yin and the Underworld is also in this person. On the edge of the realm, but disappeared, and the soul of the coming person is not three times stronger than the body, it is impossible to find, you can rest assured!"

When Han Ming heard the words, his heart was loose, and he was silent for a while, and then solemnly asked: "Then who are you and who am I!"

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't ask me, it's what you guessed it!" The black dress woman shook her head gently.

Han Ming's expression changed when he heard the words, and he slowly lowered his head. He did have a judgment long ago, but now that he heard the other party's personal confession, he still couldn't calm down for a long time.

Although he always felt that he was a human race, Han Ming also had to admit that he could no longer be regarded as a simple human race, and his origin was not limited to the small mountain village of Wu Guojingzhou!

The soul may still be the soul of the human race, but two-thirds of the body is not.

Although Han Ming did not put the woman in front of him in the same position as the mother in the small mountain village of Jingzhou, the feeling of blood connection made this woman occupy a lot of place in his heart!

Han Ming was silent for a long time before slowly asking: "You are still alive!"

"I don't know, this is an independent soul, which has nothing to do with the body." The black dress woman slowly shook her head, but then added: "But it should have fallen. Tiangu once deduced the destiny of heaven. I I took a peek from the side and learned that my time limit was approaching more than a thousand years ago, and now I should have fallen!"

Han Ming's heart trembled at first when he heard the words, but then he raised his head in confusion: "Master Tiangu? Infer the secret?"

"Yes!" The woman in the black dress smiled and nodded. There was no trace of sorrow that her own body had fallen, but rather calm.

"I think you've seen the Hellhound before, and I, like the Hellhound, help Tiangu guard the portal~www.novelmt.com~ The difference is that I watch the portal of the human world and prevent Xiao Xiao from entering the human world. The Hell Dog guards the ghost gate, guards the Nine Nether World, and prevents the two places from coming together!" The black dress woman slowly said.

"Hell dog? Guimen Gate? That three-headed dog?" Han Ming heard the words on his face, and then asked: "Why do you know that I have seen a three-headed dog?"

"The sky bone, the sky bone, comes from existence beyond nine days. I don't know how powerful it is! I only know that it is unfathomable, like an existence independent of the long river of time, able to spy and modify the future wantonly. It's a pity that it really seems to be impatient to live, it wants to die, and has no interest in being alive, it looks like a boring thing to do, and it doesn't even bother to modify it in the future!"

Han Ming recalled the scene of seeing the dark boy in his mind. It seemed to be like this. The Bone Master was really like this that day. There was dead silence in his eyes. It seemed that he had seen everything and lived for so long that I didn't want to live anymore, and finally chose to die.

Han Ming couldn't understand what kind of state of mind and realm it was to live until he had no expectations for the future. Even if he could see the future, he didn't bother to look at it!

"You were chosen by Tiangu, but you don’t have too many demands on you. Just let the flow take its course and let you go out of your life. A successful cultivation base will also be a dead end, so it makes an exception to leave a door for you, continuing the path of the Netherbone Body!"

"It's Tianmen Pass!" Han Ming asked in a daze.

"Yes, the Nine Nether Realms, that is where you should go. The three-headed dog stays in the human realm to wait for you, and gives you the right to choose. After you wait, the contract is considered complete and it is free. That's it!" The woman in the black dress continued to explain in harmony.