The Second Immortal Road

"Treasure Talisman! Come here well, see if your Talisman is powerful or my Ning Huang Ghost Sword is strong." The ghost in the imperial robe on the altar laughed, and instead of sitting cross-legged, he waved his sleeves. The whole person stood up.

"Go." Jinpao Taoist clasped his palms together and pushed forward suddenly. The hundreds of small green rulers around him buzzed and shot out more than 90% in an instant, leaving only a dozen of them in the gold. The side of the Taoist priest.

　　 The small green ruler came first, rushed to the front of the white robe youth and shot in front of Huangpao Guixiu's eyes, and hit it fiercely.

The ghost shadow of the imperial robe is not afraid of the aura of the jade-colored small ruler. It holds the handle of the big sword tightly with both hands, and the mana is injected into it, making the big sword dark golden light even more, and it spreads out. The sound of ghost crying.

　　 The ghost of the imperial robe swung a knife to meet him, and slammed into one of the first jade-colored small rulers.

　　 "Clang." The jade-colored small ruler was hit by a big knife from the ghost head and flew away. After turning over ten times in the air, it exploded suddenly, turning into a little bit of aura and disappearing.

　　 However, although the small jade ruler was blown away, the ghost head sword was not intact, and the body of the jade ruler was forcibly shaken by a long and thin crack.

　　 Before the imperial robe ghost cast a spell to repair the crack, the second jade ruler had already hit his eyes and smashed down severely. At the same time, the third, fourth and fifth... followed by bombardment.

　　The imperial robe ghost image frowned slightly, grabbed the hands of the ghost head sword and slightly hard, swung the knife again to meet up, and continuously flew out pieces of jade jade ruler.

　　At this time, the white-robed youth of Wanjianmen had already come to the front, but he did not continue to move forward. Instead, with a pinch, the black long sword that controlled him was slashed along with the jade-colored small ruler.

The ghost of the imperial robe also swung the knife and slashed over, and flew the black long sword horizontally, but unexpectedly, the black long sword was not damaged at all. After a few laps, it flew back again and continued. After cutting it down, looking at the ghost head knife, every time it hits, a crack that is not short and not long will appear.

"I can refine a spiritual weapon with materials specially made for magic weapons, I am really willing!" Huangpao Ghost Shadow saw the ghost head sword and couldn't damage the black long sword. It couldn't help but an accident. After some exploration, it was an accident. The black long sword material is actually refined from an extremely rare profound iron, which is rarer than ordinary magic weapon materials!

　　 "Hmph, stop talking nonsense, look at my swordsmanship." The white-robed youth of Wan Jianmen pinched the sword art in his hand, and the black long sword suddenly appeared on the surface of the black long sword. He turned around and chopped it over.

　　 After the white robe monk cast a spell, the power of the black long sword increased again, and each impact made the crack on the ghost head sword longer and more.

　　 "Go." At this moment, the Taoist priest in the golden robe did not hesitate to use mana at all, trying his best to inspire the jade ruler and treasure, and then forcefully attacked with the black long sword.

　　 The black long sword and the emerald ruler talisman are all good things, but the ghost head sword is also very powerful. If the former wants to break the latter, it can't be done in a few breaths. The scene is so stalemate.

　　 At the most critical moment of the three-person battle, a slight spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared not far away, and a cyan figure staggered across the square.

As soon as 　　fang landed, there was a flash of white light around this figure. He just rushed out and stood still for more than ten feet before turning his head to observe the surrounding situation.

　　 When seeing the three fighting fiercely, Han Ming suddenly realized that he had been moved into the inner city of the ancient city.

Seeing the ghosts in the imperial robe fighting with the two sect cultivators during the foundation-building period, and feeling the waves of fear and spirit from Chun'er in the pockets of his waist, Han Ming secretly cried out, why did he get here? Suspected that the pill formation period ghost is on the edge, this time can be over.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, Han Ming wanted to take advantage of the ghost fight between the two and could not be cloned to escape secretly, but a black figure suddenly appeared not far away from him, and looked over coldly, not the black iron stiff Who is it again?

　　 "You'd better not move." Heimao Tiezheng barked his teeth at Han Ming, and warned coldly.

Han Ming stopped when he heard the words. After thinking about it for a moment, he looked at the fuzzy ghost in his hand, sighed helplessly, and stared fiercely at the black iron stiff, and said: "You better stay still. , Or be careful that I kill this ghost." After that, he stopped moving, but frowned and looked at the two-person and one-ghost fight.

Hei Mao Tiezheng looked at the fuzzy ghost in Han Ming's hand, and then at the ghost in the imperial robe on the altar. He gave a sneer, really like Han Ming, motionless, watching quietly. Fighting between two people and one ghost.

　　 Han Ming sighed in his heart. With this black iron stiff on the side, it must be impossible for him to slip away. After all, the black iron stiff holds the token of the big formation outside and can forcibly move the position of the people in the formation.

Han Ming is extremely regretful now. He knew that this big formation had reached the level of forbidden big formation, he could move the position of the people in the formation, he would not come in this muddy water, now it's good, he practiced alone. The monks in the Qi stage confronted a group of the foundation building stage.

And the two ghosts who were fighting the law were the first time they noticed the appearance of Han Ming and Heimao Tiezheng. They were all surprised. Heifei Tiezheng was okay. They had all seen it, but the Qingpao over there. Who is the monk? How could I have never seen it before?

The ghost shadow of the imperial robe looked at Han Ming a few times while he was swinging the knife, and immediately found the fuzzy ghost in Han Ming's hand. Its pupils shrank, and the expression of anger immediately appeared on its face, but it was immediately caught by him. He pressed it down forcibly, recovered his expressionless face, and continued to wield the knife and fight with the black long sword of the emerald ruler.

Although the change in the face of the ghost image of the imperial robe was short-lived, the young men in the golden robe and white robe captured this detail. They paid more attention to the monk in the green robe who caused the emotion of the ghost of the imperial robe, especially this monk in the green robe. The group of faint souls in the hands, this is probably the source of the real mood swings of the imperial robe ghost~www.novelmt.com~ This little fellow, we are all humans, how can we tolerate the rampant ghosts and evil things. The little daoist friend can help me to wait, transfer the soul to me, and wait until the old ghost is killed afterwards. Our five sects will not pursue the little daoist for trespassing in the imperial city, and will ask the sect to give it to the little daoist. Great reward! "Wan Jianmen's white robe young monk secretly spoke to Han Ming.

Han Ming raised his eyebrows, and his eyes showed a little weird look. Listening to the words of the foundation-building cultivator of the Wanjian Sect, this foundation-building senior is afraid that he is the first batch of casual cultivators to come in, but it’s no wonder, after all, it’s here. There were only two groups of people in the ancient city, not the sect disciples who came down with them, that was the first group of casual cultivators.

"It's you? Aren't you the disciple of this sect who came to the capital to help carry out the task of capturing monsters, why are you here, give me that soul." Han Ming heard a sound transmission in his ears, and he couldn't help but look at it. Jinpao Taoist priest not far away.

Han Ming touched the mask and artifact on his face, and couldn't help but let out a wry smile. Although this low-level artifact can hide his face, it is not very effective. It can hide it from the monks in the Qi training period, but can face the monks in the foundation period. As soon as he was seen through, his sect Uncle Li had already recognized him.

Han Ming looked at the Taoist priest in the golden robe, then at the young man in the white robe at the Wanjianmen, and then at the expressionless black-haired iron stiff, he arched his shoulders, showing a helpless expression, and stopped. Use any action anymore.

　　 The reason why he didn't kill the ghost of this vague ghost was not good-hearted, but he wanted to grab a bargaining chip in his hand and get a little more chance of survival. Now these two people ask him to hand it over. How could it be possible!

　　 Han Ming has no doubt, as long as he handed over the vague ghost image, the Tier 3 zombie would immediately pounce on him and kill him to vent his anger.