The Second Immortal Road

　　 Half a day later, in a hidden cave more than ten miles away from the river, Han Ming leaned over, looking at the person in front of him, with a sneer on his face.

　　 "Little thief, you kill my brother and break my arms and legs. The old man will not let you go even if he turns into a ghost." The stern curse continued from the voice of the man on the ground who had lost his limbs.

　　 The man’s hair was unruly, and it was draped messily on his forehead. There was blood flowing out of the seven orifices, and he was as embarrassed as he looked.

　　Look at the half-length black robe of this old man, his hair and beard are all white. It's not the one of the three black robe men who trapped Han Ming by the array before, who is the twelfth-level qi training monk with a slightly higher cultivation level.

"Fellow Daoist should stop, don't yell like that now, save some effort, save it later and scream again!" Han Ming touched the storage bag and took out a roll of cloth bag and laid it aside. Above the big bluestone.

Han Ming flipped his hand and pulled out the cork of a small jade bottle in his hand, then pulled out a two-inch-long silver needle from the cloth bag, and then dipped the silver needle in his hand into the liquid in the jade bottle. After that, he put the silver needle close to the man's Tianling cover.

When the silver needle was about to be inserted, Han Ming stopped his hand abruptly, looked at the spiteful old man in black robe, and asked indifferently: "The Taoist friend really doesn’t say anything. Suffering from this flesh and blood? Now that I said, I don’t do anything to exterminate humanity, and the daoists who beat him will be destroyed. If the daoists don’t say it now, wait a while, I will use means to force the daoists to say it, then When I said that I must not let the Daoists' souls be greatly damaged, they didn't even have a sustenance to die!"

"Little thief, I don’t care whether he exists in reincarnation or not. Anyway, if you kill my brother and break my arms and legs in this life, I will have an antagonism with you. How can I make you do what you want! Just come and see if it’s an old man. Hard bones are better than your little thief's method. See how you can force the old man to speak before he runs out of vitality!" The black-robed old man on the ground smiled viciously, ignoring the blood that was squirting out of his mouth.

　　 Han Ming was not surprised when he heard this, but he smiled coldly: "If you don't understand it, then look at how hard your bones are!"

After Han Ming sneered, he didn't hesitate anymore. He simply inserted the silver needle in his hand directly into the black robe old man's Tianling cover, and then moved his fingers together, and he picked up the silver needles quickly, again quickly. In every place of the old man!

　　 "Little thief, what tricks are you doing? How can this silver needle make the old man so comfortable!" The black-robed old man sneered, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Friends of Daoists don't worry, these silver needles just sharpen the senses of fellow Daoists, and make the taste of Dao friends ten times stronger in the future!" Han Ming inserted the last silver needle and stood with his hands, faintly. Smiled.

"Friends of Daoist are ready, after asking you, I will ask the other two fellow Daoists!" Han Ming patted the storage bag on his waist slightly, and an evil gourd appeared to him. After a sneer in his hand, a trace of blood mist was drawn from it, wrapped around the tips of his fingers, and gradually approached the head of the old man in black robe.

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　　 After half a day, Han Ming sat on the Qingye artifact and flew slowly towards the capital.

"I really didn't expect that there is an underground ancient city under this Jiang State imperial city, which contains hundreds of ghosts, evil spirits, and there are flowers of good fortune that have been extinct for thousands of years in the world of immortality, and there is far more than one. Strain, this is a flower of good fortune!" Han Ming sighed up to the sky, and couldn't help thinking of the information he had received from the three monks who had been captured alive half a day ago.

It turns out that there is an extremely rare underground ancient city under this imperial city. The bones in it have become mountains. It seems that there was a war a long time ago, and those bones have mutated to form a lot of ghosts, ghosts, and spiritual things with evil attributes. !

　　 This secret realm has been buried under the imperial city for more than a hundred feet, and I don't know how many years it was buried until it was discovered by a Tier 3 black-haired iron zombie.

Because there is a rather powerful formation in this underground ancient city, and most of the heaven and earth spirits are grown in the formation, this third-order black iron scorpion cannot be destroyed by itself, so it has gathered five The casual cultivator during the foundation building period and the forty or fifty cultivating monks in the middle and lower ranks conspired together to plot this underground ancient city.

Originally, this ancient city had two entrances, one under the river water and the other under the Thirteenth Prince’s Mansion. However, due to some accidents, the entrance under the river water had some problems and a large-scale collapse occurred. Shaoyin ghosts fled, in order to monopolize the ancient city and prevent other monks from discovering, Heimao Tiezuo and five other monks in the foundation construction period decided to completely seal the entrance under the river and instead entered and exited the underground ancient city from under the thirteenth prince’s mansion. .

For the sake of convenience, a foundation-building monk surnamed Xiao used a different treasure to change his appearance and replace the real thirteen princes. This is how Han Ming assassinated the thirteen princes before suddenly popping out three foundation-building monks. Scene!

The three black-robed elders who trapped Han Ming with the array just now and the big man with beard are all black-haired iron zombies and one of the forty-fifty qi training cultivators summoned by the other five foundation-building cultivators. The person is responsible for guarding the blocked entrance under the river, and the big man with a beard is responsible for the local five disciples in Beijing with two other Qi training Dzogchen monks, as well as coordinating the other Qi training period monks!

"I didn't expect that the evil ape I was going to trap was actually a ghost that escaped from the entrance of the underground city under the river, and was killed by three black-robed elders early. The ape came out! But the black-robed old man did not destroy the corpse of the enchanting ape, but put it in a storage bag, thinking that he was planning to use the corpse of the enchanting ape to claim some credit, but it was cheaper for me. Just take it for business!" Han Ming squeezed the storage bag in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

"But this enchanting ape is a trivial matter. The two-leafed good fortune flower is even more important. I don't know what a blessed place this underground ancient city is. It can breed more than ten good fortune flowers, including one. With four leaves and double flowers, there are more than a dozen plants with two leaves and one flower!" Han Ming sighed deeply, and a trace of heat flashed in his eyes!

　　 The flower of good fortune is a rare heaven and earth spiritual creature that is born and cultivated. The last time it actually appeared in the world of immortality, it was nearly ten thousand years ago!

　　 Fortune Flower, as its name implies, is a kind of spiritual artifact that can greatly increase the probability of a monk breaking through the bottleneck without refining it.

The ability of Lucky Flower to assist in breaking through the bottleneck is not only limited to specific bottlenecks, but is aimed at all the bottlenecks of the first level of monks’ cultivation, that is, the cultivation of Qi to the foundation, the foundation to the formation of the pill, the formation of the pill to the Nascent Infant, and the element. Infant to the legendary God of Transformation can help, it can be said to be extremely heaven-defying!

However, the effect of natural flowers is also limited by its own, that is, natural flowers with double leaves and one flower can only be effective for the bottleneck of the foundation period, and natural flowers with four leaves and double flowers are only effective for breaking through the bottleneck of alchemy and below. The same is true. , The good fortune flower with six leaves and three flowers is only effective for condensing the bottleneck of Yuan Ying and below.

　　 The flower of good fortune has one more flower, which corresponds to a greater realm.

"In that underground city, there are more than ten natural flowers with two leaves and one flower, and there are even two natural flowers with two flowers. It is really amazing. If I could get one plant and one flower According to ancient records, the effect of a two-leaf natural flower is equal to the effect of two or even three base-building pills. The effect of a natural flower is not compatible with the construction. Jidan clashes, taking both at the same time has no effect at all!" Han Ming touched the storage bag in his hand, feeling a little excited.

　　 Han Ming understood very well. Although the uncle Qiao promised to give him two foundation pill, with his qualifications, the possibility of building a foundation with only two foundation pill is still very low.

　　 Han Ming had been paying attention before, hoping to get some foundation building pill or other spiritual objects that could help break through the bottleneck of foundation building through some way, but such spiritual objects could not be met, and he did not have this opportunity at all.

　　 Now that he suddenly knew that there was such a spiritual creature that greatly increased the probability of foundation building, how could he not be a little excited.

"It's just that this underground ancient city is occupied by six foundation-building monks and dozens of mid- and late-stage qi training monks. It is really difficult to get the natural flowers in the magic circle. If not, the ship will be capsized in the gutter, and in the underground ancient city. If Zhong is stared at by that black iron stiff again, Feiyunzhou will not be able to use it, and the danger is not small!" Han Ming muttered to himself in a depressed manner.

　　 Han Ming looked at the capital that was getting closer and closer, he involuntarily raised his eyes and glanced at the 13th Prince's Mansion in the imperial city~www.novelmt.com~ The hesitation on his face became even stronger!

I don’t know how long it took before Han Ming sighed, a trace of firmness flashed in his eyes, and silently muttered to himself: “It’s rare to see good fortune for thousands of years. If I meet this time, I can’t let it go easily, otherwise. God knows when I will meet this kind of spiritual creature that assists in breaking through the bottleneck of foundation building next time. And according to what the three people said before, it seems that there are two monks in the training period who have been given good luck flowers by several monks in the foundation period. Maybe I don't need to take risks."

　　 After Han Ming made up his mind, with a pinch, he suddenly accelerated the escape speed of the Aoba magical artifact under his feet, and shot towards the capital!

　　With little effort, Han Ming was at the edge of the capital. He put away the Qingye boat, changed his appearance with a small Yigujue, mixed into the capital, and returned to the inn where he had lived before.

　　 Han Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, grabbing a low-level spirit stone in his hands, and constantly running the magic tricks in his body, absorbing the spirit energy in the spirit stone and transforming it into mana!

Half a day ago, although he was fighting with the three black-robed men and the big man with beard for a short time, his mana was still consumed a lot by continuously urging the top magical weapons on his body. , Causing him to be less than 80% of the mana in his heyday, he still needs to recover well.

　　 As the sky gradually darkened, Han Ming's body, which had been leaning on the edge of the bed, sat upright, and his half-squinted eyes opened.

　　 He just took a nap after recovering his mana, so he is now full of energy and mana!

Lifting his foot and walking outside, Han Ming stopped abruptly, as if thinking of something. He turned around and threw a small porcelain bottle on the table in the middle of the room before waving his sleeves, and disappearing from the room. It's gone.