The Second Immortal Road

　　 The pill of Qiao Yu's shirt is truly magical. After half an hour, most of the bones in Han Ming's body received it on their own. Although they didn't grow together tightly, there was no major problem anymore.

　　 And this pill seems to be able to help restore mana, but in this short period of time, his whole body's mana has been restored by more than half!

　　 Han Ming got up, released the Qingye magical artifact and flew towards the platform where he had fallen before. He was going to find the **** gourd. This **** gourd is his big hole card, he can't just discard it like this!

Only on the stone platform, Han Ming easily found the blood-trained blood gourd, but when he found the blood-gourd, his face couldn't help but feel bitter, the blood-gou was shrunk. The originally round gourd body was deeply recessed.

After a brief injection of mana, he found that the blood evil gourd was leaking, and a cloud of blood evil mist came out of the gourd mouth without waiting for him to command, and he also found that the blood evil gourd actually controlled it. There is no more blood haze, and these blood haze can't be recovered after running away!

　　 Watching the **** mists continue to pass, Han Ming immediately regained his mana, allowing the **** gourd to return to its normal appearance again.

　　 "You made this gourd yourself?" A slightly cold voice came from behind.

Han Ming was taken aback, and immediately turned around, bowed his waist slightly to Qiao Yushan, and replied respectfully: "This gourd was obtained by a disciple from a casual cultivator, not by himself! "

"Well, you don't refine it yourself. This kind of mass destruction of mortals should be done sparingly. It is not good for the cultivation of xinxing! But since this gourd is not refined by you, it is fine for you to use it. "Qiao Yushan didn't have much expression on his face, just said lightly.

"Thank you for not being held accountable by Uncle Master!" Han Ming was surprised, knowing that this **** gourd is a genuine evil weapon and it is strictly forbidden in the sect, but how could this Uncle Master be so calm? There is no point in pursuing it at all!

"Okay, everything is set up, the small formation below should also be broken. Follow me to the pavilion on the island to see what else is there!" Qiao Yushan finished speaking without waiting. Han Ming replied, controlling Han Ming with a wave of his hand, and flew towards the island in the lake.

　　 landed in front of a two-story attic in the center of the island, Han Ming was let go by Qiao Yushan and threw him beside Chu Qiu.

　　 "Close." Qiao Yushan waved his hand, and a dozen small broken flags flew out of the attic, and then a sound of broken porcelain came from the attic!

　　 "The circle has been broken, let's go in and take a look!" Qiao Yushan put one hand behind him, and walked inside with his foot raised.

　　 Looking at the empty pavilion, Han Ming was surprised. The first floor of the pavilion was actually empty. There was no seat or table. Except for the half-foot deep dust, it was still dust!

　　 "There is nothing of value!" Qiao Yushan shook his head slightly, waved his sleeves and floated upstairs, without any dust on the ground.

Qiao Yushan floated towards the second floor, but Han Ming walked to the middle of this floor, touched the thick dust with his hands, and found out a small futon, which he kept looking through. stand up.

"It's just a futon made from the bark of a special spirit tree. It has no effect except being tougher. It is sold out, but dozens of spirit stones." Qiao Yu continued to float upstairs without turning his shirt. Go, while divine consciousness constantly scans the entire attic.

　　 Hearing that the futon is worth dozens of spiritual stones, Han Ming immediately put it into the storage bag with joy, and at the same time let go of his spiritual sense, and swept around to see if he could find another one.

　　Qiao Yushan saw Han Ming's locust passing by, and he couldn't help but smiled dumbly. This Han boy was only practicing Qi, and he cared about some things that she didn't like. It was normal!

After searching for a while and making sure that nothing was missing, Han Ming raised his foot and headed towards the second floor, only to see Qiao Yushan standing quietly in front of a wall, staring at the three paintings on the wall with a serious face. !

　　 Seeing that Qiao Yushan was so absorbed, Han Ming was suddenly surprised, something that could make the cultivator so serious in the formation period must be exceptionally extraordinary, and he couldn't help but look at the three paintings.

　　 The three paintings are very special, the house is full of dust, only these three paintings are clean, and they seem to be just painted!

　　 But these three paintings are very ordinary. They are just like ordinary paintings. There are no spiritual fluctuations or flashes of spiritual light. They don't seem to be owned by immortal cultivators at all!

　　 The painting on the far left is a middle-aged Confucian student with a gentle face. He stands with his hands behind his hands, his expression is extremely gentle, and he reveals a strong sense of righteousness all over his body. He is completely a big Confucian!

　　 The one on the far right is an old monk wearing a colorful robes, holding a purple bowl in his left hand, and holding a string of golden Buddhist beads in his right hand. He has kind eyebrows, long eyebrows and chins, and he looks like an eminent monk!

The person in the middle has only one back. He wears a simple Taoist robe embroidered with black and white gossip. He holds one hand behind him and pinches the other hand. At the same time, he slightly raises his head and looks at the blue-gray sky, revealing a mystery from the inside out. Breath.

"The space here is actually related to the third son of Tai Lun!" Qiao Yushan's heart was raging~www.novelmt.com~ She never thought that the space here was actually related to the third son of Tai Lun, the great power of ancient times. You must know The cultivation bases of these three are truly invincible, that is, the uncle of the Supreme Master who had the cultivation base a thousand years ago in their sect is not necessarily a rival!

Han Ming stared at these three paintings for a long time, and didn't see any difference. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at other places. Qiao Yushan cares about these three paintings so much, then this painting is definitely not his turn. NS.

　　 He turned his gaze slightly, and Han Ming saw the thin, kneeling corpse, and the kneeling object of the corpse was the painting of an old monk.

　　Han Ming's eyes were sharper, and at a glance, he saw that the string of Buddhist beads hanging on the neck of the mummy was extremely similar to the golden Buddhist beads that the old monk held in his hands.

　　 "Swipe, swipe, swipe." Qiao Yushan waved his hand and put away the three paintings on the wall, and waved his hand away and put away the corpse, without leaving it at all!

　　 Han Ming saw that Qiao Yushan had taken away the corpse, his face suddenly showed a sad expression, touched his head, and began to look for things around!

　　 Before Han Ming could release his spiritual knowledge, Qiao Yushan suddenly waved his sleeves, which caused a gust of wind to blow all the thick dust on the floor to the corner of the wall.

　　 The dust was swept away, and a dozen objects were suddenly exposed on the floor. These objects were large and small, including weapons and jade slips, and some minerals!

　　 Qiao Yushan's consciousness swept away, and he brought those objects to his eyes, checked them carefully, and selected them one by one.

Seeing that everything on the floor had been taken away, Han Ming was a little disappointed. He couldn't help but look at the dozen or so objects floating in Qiao Yu's shirt. It didn't matter if he looked at it. Han Ming saw some black jade. At that time, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and this black jade seemed to have known each other before!