The Second Immortal Road

　　 Hei Mao Tiezheng, like Han Ming, stood not far away, watching the two-person and one-ghost fighting technique quietly, without any idea of ​​stepping forward to help each other, and seemed extremely confident in that imperial robe ghost cultivator.

And Han Ming also focused most of his attention on the two-person-one-ghost fighting method, because it is related to his life. If the two sect cultivators win the foundation stage, everything is easy to say, but if that Only if the imperial robe Guixiu wins, then his life and death will be unpredictable!

While Han Ming was on the sidelines, Han Ming was also secretly planning for himself, assuming that if the worst happens, what should he do. At that time, there will only be a vague ghost's soul as a threat. I am afraid that it will not be enough. After all, this imperial robe The strength of the ghost is unpredictable, and God knows if it has any weird means to forcibly rescue this vague ghost.

　　 But after thinking about it carefully, Han Ming unexpectedly discovered that there is no extra means to deal with the worst situation. There are only a few things in his body that can threaten the foundation construction period, and they are almost exhausted.

Just as Han Ming was considering how to get out of his body while waiting for a while, the golden-robed Taoist suddenly uttered a violent cry, and violently pushed his hands towards the front, and the remaining fifty or sixty jade-colored small rulers worked together like rain. Like a pipa, bombarding the ghost head sword of the ghost image of the imperial robe.

At this time, the white-robed youth of Wanjianmen also frowned and pointed at the black long sword. The black long sword suddenly turned into a black pike, following the jade-colored small ruler, fiercely. Chop off.

Under the fierce attack of the jade small ruler and the black long sword, the ghost head sword of the imperial robe ghost image grew more and more cracks and grew longer and longer. Finally, after the violent slash of the black long sword, the ghost head sword became overwhelmed. , Shattered and turned into strands of dark golden gas and disappeared.

Although the Guitou Broadsword is broken, there are still as many as forty or fifty of the Jade Jade Ruler, and the black long sword is not damaged at all. The sword aura is still intriguing all over the body, and after the two crushed the Guitou Broadsword, they are not gaining momentum. Let people continue to attack towards the imperial robe ghost.

　　The ghost of the emperor robe saw the attack from the two, not only did not show a hint of panic, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and then with a wave of his hand, he threw away the only remaining hilt of the knife in his hand.

　　 "Get up!" The ghost shadow of the imperial robe gently stepped on the altar under him, causing the altar to roar, and at the same time aroused blood-colored training, covering the ghost of the imperial robe.

　　 After being protected by the blood-colored horse, the ghost in the imperial robe had his hands behind his back, and looked calmly at the small jade ruler and the black long sword that had arrived in front of him.

The jade-colored small ruler has the fastest speed, and mercilessly bombarded the blood-colored light curtain, and a burst of inspiration suddenly shined, covering the area, making it impossible to see the specific situation. Hear the sound of bombardment.

　　 After a while, the aura gradually dissipated, revealing everything inside, and the golden-robed Taoist priest and the white-robed youth suddenly opened their eyes, revealing an expression of disbelief.

At this time, dozens of tentacles appeared on the blood-colored light curtain protecting the ghost of the imperial robe. These tentacles seemed to be made of condensed blood. They were very thick and gave off a nauseating **** smell. .

　　 And the ends of these tentacles, without exception, are tied to a small jade-colored ruler. No matter how hard those small jade-colored rulers struggle, how to arouse their sharp edge, they can’t get rid of these tentacles.

The black long sword of the white-robed youth of Wanjianmen was trapped in a large mass of blood, only one hilt was exposed, and the rest was soaked in the mass of blood. This black sword seemed to have been cut off from the white-robed youth. After contacting him, no matter how he urged the technique, he couldn't recall the black long sword.

"Although the cultivation base is not enough now, I can barely inspire a little power in the blood altar of all souls, but it is still enough to deal with you!" The ghost image of the imperial robe stretched out its five claws and aimed at the small jade-colored rulers that were tightly entangled by the tentacles. , Is a slight pinch.

　　 As the imperial robe ghost gesture tightened, the tentacles suddenly shrank sharply, but within a few breaths of effort, the emerald ruler treasure talismans squeezed out abruptly, turning them into emerald green auras and disappeared.

　　 Then the ghost image of the imperial robe waved with one hand, and the blood-colored tentacles and the blood-colored light curtain retracted into the altar at its feet one after another, leaving only the black long sword of the Wanjianmen monk in mid-air.

"Good sword, this king just happens to lack a handy weapon. This sword is made of extraordinary materials and its attributes are undetermined. With a little refining and training, it will surely be cultivated into a powerful yin attribute magic weapon, this king will accept it. "The imperial robe ghost shadow's move was to **** the sword into his hand. Whenever he looked in front of his eyes, his brows and eyes were filled with joy. Obviously he was aware of the goodness of this sword.

His trump card, the jade ruler and treasure talisman were all used, but it was easily blocked by the ghost of the imperial robe, and the Taoist priest in the golden robe was shocked. At this moment, he realized the horror of the ghost of the imperial robe. He and the white-robed youth are definitely not rivals.

　　 "Friends of Daoist, what do you mean." The golden-robed Daoist's lips moved slightly, and he secretly transmitted the voice to the white-robed youth, with a lot of flustered in his tone.

　　 "Friends of Daoist, don't be anxious." The white-robed youth came back with a voice transmission, and at the same time, he re-established the connection with the black long sword, only to find that he could no longer contact the sword!

"The all-spirit blood altar, it turned out to be the all-spirit blood altar, and to this point, how many people have been sacrificed in blood!" Han Ming repeated, his face full of disbelief, and he subconsciously stepped back towards him. A few steps.

　　In the beginning, the altar did not show its power. Han Ming just thought it was a bit weird, but when the **** tentacles appeared and the strong **** smell came, Han Ming remembered the name of the altar.

When he was still in the country of Wu, he once obtained a black-red metal piece from a man in a blood-robed robe, with dense tiny little prints on it, which recorded the method of refining some blood sacrificial artifacts. The refining method of the all-spirit blood altar.

When he got the black and red metal piece, he also got a small gourd of evil intentions. If he can make good use of it, the power does not need to be much worse than the top spirit weapon. This gourd is the **** gourd~www.novelmt.com~ The method of refining the blood evil gourd is also recorded in the black metal piece, but it belongs to the lowest level, and it is not the same level as this ten thousand spirit blood altar.

His lowest-level blood evil gourd has only reached Xiaocheng, and he can reach the level of a top-level spiritual weapon by smelting a few hundred people, and this all-spirit blood altar at the feet of the imperial robe ghost is one of the most advanced blood sacrificial artifacts. Numerous signs also showed that this altar had been thoroughly refined. The number of blood sacrifices can be imagined, at least over one million, but not even ten million, and how powerful it is can be imagined.

　　Han Ming has no doubt that if someone can spur this all-spirit blood altar with all his strength, he is afraid that the old monsters of the Yuan Ying period will not be able to fight against it.

Knowing that the altar was against the sky, Han Ming had no greed at all. He moved slightly, he was ready to ignore the black iron stiff, and he did not leave at this time. When the two sect foundation-building monks were killed, It was his turn to die.

　　 And then, just when Han Ming was about to urge the crystal jade cloak and forcibly escape, the ghost in the imperial robe smiled, made a slight move into the air, and sneered at the same time: "You two should go on the road."

　　 "Not good." Han Ming's Uncle Li exclaimed, and as soon as he took the tactics in his hand, a very thin gold thread popped out, and he was about to move out.

　　 And a dozen emerald green rulers on the side of the golden-robed Taoist guard also rotated, turning into a cyan light curtain, temporarily protecting the golden-robed Taoist.

　　 Before the golden-robed Taoist priest turned into golden light, he moved out, a dark golden ghost-headed dagger broke through the blockade of the emerald green ruler, instantly appeared on his neck, and disappeared in a flash.

　　 The great head of Uncle Li, Han Ming, flew out, with a look of disbelief on his face.

　　 At the same time, another small ghost dagger appeared next to the young man in the white robe of the Ascending Star Sect, and it flashed past!