The Second Immortal Road

　　 These low-level talisman seals are not very powerful in delay, but if dozens of them are activated together, their power cannot be underestimated. Even the monks in the foundation-building period are not too casual in dealing with them.

　　Fuzzy ghost image Unexpectedly, Han Ming, who was still friendly before, burst out in the next moment, and released so many talisman seals at one time, blasting towards it.

　　 "If I don't do it, you dare to do it first!" Fuzzy Ghost said with some irritation, but it was not very anxious. Although there are many low-level spells, it is not easy to hurt it.

"Get up." The Fuzzy Ghost pinch the tactic with one hand, and violently sprays a thick yin qi, and then draws away the surrounding yin qi, forming a large shield of two or three feet of yin qi, which protects it. In the back.

　　 There was a violent roar, and all the spells were bombarded on the large shield of Yin Qi, releasing bursts of dazzling auras of various colors.

　　 What is the power of this talisman, it is not a threat to the monks in the foundation period, but their momentum is not small, especially the last burst of aura, it turned this side into a splendid, and it was a little bit invisible.

　　 The momentum of the fighting technique here was "magnificant", and immediately attracted the attention of a group of four disciples. They did not expect that the cultivator of the twelfth level of Qi training could make such a movement. After they understood that the monk on the twelfth floor of the Qi training period once again released twenty or thirty talisman seals in one breath, there was a twitch in their hearts. This person is too rich, right? What he threw out is the talisman seal. It's clearly a lot of spiritual stones.

However, these four disciples only slightly diverted their attention, because they felt the movement of the fuzzy ghost, the offensive of those dwarf little ghosts immediately became more fierce, and the pressure on the four disciples increased, and there was almost no force to fight back. ! They are all in danger, they can still pay attention to others there. They only hope that the monks who practice the Qi at the twelfth level can hold the fuzzy ghost as much as possible, or the monks of a certain sect during the foundation building period will return, otherwise all of them are afraid that they will die.

　　Though those talisman seals were all low-level spells, fortunately, they were large in number and their power was not to be underestimated. In the end, they dissipated at the same time as the Yin Qi shield.

But just before those talisman attacks dissipated, Han Ming's figure suddenly appeared in front of the Yin Qi shield, waved again, and threw another twenty or thirty various fire talisman seals, turning into a sea of ​​flames, moving towards the blur. Ghosts rushed away.

　　 The vague ghost image saw a sea of ​​fire rushing towards his face, but he was not nervous at all. He pushed forward with both hands, a golden gas appeared on his right hand, and a jet of black ink appeared on his left hand.

　　 The gas in the right hand of the fuzzy ghost image was golden in color as a whole, and there was a noble aura on the whole. However, the pitch black gas in the left hand of the fuzzy ghost image is full of cold and gloomy, but it is an extremely pure ghost gas.

　　 "Condensation," the fuzzy ghost image merged the two gases with completely different colors towards the middle door, while muttering words.

　　A surprising thing happened. The two gases that should have been restrained from each other actually blended together and condensed into another purple-golden gas.

The vague ghost image looked at the sea of ​​fire that was in front of him, he hehe with a sneer, he swung the purple-golden gas in his hand, a small part of the gas formed a small purple-golden shield, covering it, the other part A long sword with a ghost head was formed, and it was caught in his hand, and then the bewildered ghost figure took the initiative to meet the sea of ​​fire and broke into it.

　　 On the other side, Han Ming stimulated the scale armor on his body, forming a circle of shield aura, and also raised his foot into the sea of ​​fire.

　　 In the sea of ​​fire, the vague ghost sneered, chanting a few words silently, and suddenly turned into a faint shadow, holding the ghost head sword, rushing towards Han Ming at a very fast speed.

Han Ming slapped his storage bag and released a fiery red knife with bursts of crimson fluid flames, slashing towards the vague ghost. At the same time, he turned into a white phantom with the help of the acceleration effect of the crystal jade cloak. Left the place.

　　 The vague ghost image looked at the flaming red knife that was cut over, with a sneer on his face. He didn't slow down at all. He just slashed it with a sword and cut the flaming knife in half without much effort.

　　 "Hey." The fuzzy ghost sneered, and chased Han Ming without stopping.

His own flaming red sword was cut into two pieces, and Han Ming was shocked. It was a top-grade spiritual weapon. He had only received it soon, and now it was destroyed at once. This ghost head sword condensed by ghost repair It's too powerful.

　　 Knowing the sharpness of the Ghost Head Long Sword, Han Ming naturally did not dare to try hard to resist. He could only push the crystal jade cloak again and escape in the sea of ​​fire at a speed slightly faster than the fuzzy ghost shadow.

Han Ming’s weird escape method surprised the Fuzzy Ghost. The monks in this Qi training period were so fast that they couldn’t even catch up. It was really unexpected, but Fuzzy Ghost was not worried. This kid is not good at training. The cultivation base, this kind of escape speed is simply impossible to maintain for too long, as long as he is exhausted, it will not be extremely easy to catch it!

　　 The fuzzy ghost sneered again, his figure flashed, and it continued to accelerate to catch up.

　　Han Ming released a sea of ​​flames, with great momentum, and attracted some four disciples with a relatively high level of cultivation to look over.

Before using the Sky Eye Technique, it was possible to barely capture the two figures in the sea of ​​fire, but when Han Ming and the fuzzy ghost were chasing, these four disciples were shocked to find that the speed of these two people was too fast, and the eyes could not see them. The human voice is gone. If it weren't for the bursts of fast-moving cracks in the sea of ​​fire, the four disciples would have thought that these two had already left the sea of ​​fire!

The four disciples with the highest cultivation base looked at each other for a few times, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes. The foundation-building ghost cultivation method is so powerful, it can be said that it is in the past. After all, it is a foundation-building cultivator, but the ghost is born. Good at becoming invisible, coming and going without a trace. But the monk on the twelfth floor of the Qi training period is a genuine human monk, how can he do it!

At the same time, Han Ming looked at the blurry ghost that was continuously chasing behind him, gritted his teeth secretly, turned his head, and pressed one hand towards the blurry ghost. Two extremely thin fiery red needles were pointing at him. The tip flashed away.

　　Fuzzy Ghost is a monk in the foundation period after all, and he is always paying attention to Han Ming's movements, so he immediately discovered two thin needles that flashed by, and it waved the ghost head sword without thinking about it.

　　 "Clang." The Ghost Head Long Sword hit two thin needles ~www.novelmt.com~ and cut them off diagonally.

　　 The Fuzzy Ghost did not stop there. Instead, he swiped the long sword along the way and cut diagonally towards Han Ming.

A fierce stern flashed in Han Ming's eyes. He didn't care about the long sword at all. Instead, he squeezed the formula suddenly. Another scarlet needle suddenly appeared in front of the fuzzy ghost's forehead and stabbed down fiercely. , It's a desperate play that hurts both sides.

Han Ming was so desperate to make the fuzzy ghost image an accident, but there was a sneer in his heart, the ghost head sword in his hand was cast off, and he still slashed in the past, but the technique in his hand changed, and the purple-gold protection of other parts of the body was adjusted. The purple gas on the shield condensed in front of his forehead.

It’s no wonder that this vague ghost is not guarded. During the Qi training period, the monks can't exert all the power of the best spiritual weapon. Although this fine needle is the best spiritual weapon, it is ultimately controlled by a monk during the Qi training period. It doesn't take too much effort to get down.

Indeed, as the fuzzy ghost thought, the thin needle really did not break through his purple-gold shield. It only pierced halfway and was blocked. It was also embedded in the shield. It could not be pulled out at all. Trembling constantly.

The fuzzy ghost gave a sneer, the long sword in his hand was cast more urgently, and he slashed forward, trying to cut Han Ming in half. The fuzzy ghost thought the same way, first chopped out Han Ming, and then immediately used the secret method to seal it. Hold his mana, then hang his life, and wait for his father to forcibly confess the death agreement before sending him on the road.

　　 However, it was beyond the expectation of a vague ghost. The ghost head sword was about to reach the body, but this human monk did not have the expression of catastrophe at all. Instead, he grinned at it, as if some conspiracy had succeeded!

　　 The fuzzy ghost's heart throbbed suddenly, and a bad premonition surged.