The Second Immortal Road

? After displaying the timing of the three-color spirit flower growing behind, the speed sharply increased, and the distance with Han Ming was quickly shortened. In desperation, Han Ming had to increase the combustion origin of Sidonian, and the speed increased a little, down. Nor will he be caught up in a moment.

Looking at the Sidon sitting down, Han Ming sighed slightly. When he fled from the bottom of the Eighth-Order Great Netherbone King's hands, the Sidonian was because there were too many burning sources, and his strength dropped directly below the First-order Netherbone. This time he was afraid. It's not much better than last time.

However, it doesn't matter. Sidon's vitality is greatly damaged, and the loss of strength again will not have much impact. Anyway, as long as Sidonian is next to him, it will be fine. His strength is still there. After a long time, Sidonian will always recover!

After fleeing for twenty or thirty miles, Han Ming raised his hand, preparing to put away the four, and flew with his sword, but at this moment, the sequence behind frowned, raised his white arm, and pinched a special kind of The tactics.

With the pinch of the tactics in the timing hand, the giant flower behind the timing sequence suddenly disappeared, and then condensed in the middle, turned into a phantom figure of a female cultivator in a three-color robe, with all her hands and feet. An extravagance.

The phantom of the female in the three-color robes is vague and can't be seen clearly, but just by looking at her graceful figure, she knows that she is definitely a rare and wonderful person. She is holding a flower basket in her right hand and rests her left hand. Holding a small mirror, surrounded by flying petals, like a fairy descending to the earth.

Han Ming felt the aura behind him, turned his head and glanced back and saw the huge phantom of the woman, his heart suddenly burst, he could see the extraordinary effect of this phantom at a glance, although it is a phantom, there is a hint of it in it. A touch of spirituality is quite similar to the art of descent from the gods.

Timing gently raised her hand and patted Han Ming in front of him. The phantom woman behind her raised a huge arm and slapped it against Han Ming who was fleeing in front. The petals in the sky were blown by the wind. It swept through, and came behind Han Ming in a moment, and moved in the middle, turning into a slender and smooth giant palm like a fly, directly swatting Han Ming into the air.

The body, which is not like the sixth-order Netherbone, was unable to withstand the power of a palm after burning a large amount of origin. On the way forward, it disintegrated and dissipated a little and a half, and more than 60% of the body's bone scales were shattered, two Only a small half of the huge bony wings are left on the vertebrae.

Han Ming, who was shining all over his body, smashed through a small mountain peak and rolled out for hundreds of meters. After coughing a big mouthful of golden blood, he slammed on the ground, rushed into the sky, and released three flying swords. Continue to escape without leaving.

"Huh, you can escape?" Han Ming watched the lasing shot and left, and his speed didn't affect much, his eyebrows frowned, the monk in the Dan formation stage was too weird, and he didn't kill him with that blow. Forget it, it didn't affect too much, and it was still so fast to escape.

"Huh, but where can you escape!" Timing then sneered, slightly facing the direction of Sizun, and was about to catch Sizun who had been discarded by Han Ming.

Si is not like looking at the direction of Han Ming's escape, with a whine, a kind of faint white flame burned all over, and the remaining small half of the body began to slowly relax, turning into plumes of white smoke and blending into its head.

After the essence of half of the body was integrated into the body, the big antlers on the head began to glow slowly and also began to grow, one section at a time, until finally it was completely out of proportion to the head, faintly exuding strange waves.

With the big antlers, the remaining head turned into a white streamer and hit the sequence, and when halfway through the flight, it began to disintegrate on its own, and a faintly visible giant unicorn slowly took shape.

Si is not like the whole head is beginning to disintegrate, but the unicorn phantom is more solid, especially the pair of big antlers, Ye Ye glows like a real unicorn horn, exuding peculiar fluctuations.

If this illusory unicorn comes into contact with timing, it might really entangle the timing for a moment, giving Ming a chance to escape further.

Sidixiang turned out to be a sacrifice, trying to delay Han Ming. Although Han Ming abandoned it, it did not complain about Han Ming at all. He sacrificed his life without hesitation, just like a courtier giving his life to the king, everything is the truth.

Han Ming turned his head abruptly, stared at Sidon, communicated with the spirit, and continued to run away without a trace.

At this time, the four do not seem to have received some compulsory order. The unicorn phantom trembled suddenly, and the pair of big antlers separated from the unicorn’s head and turned into a white light, fleeing in the opposite direction of Han Ming, fast. A little bit faster than Han Ming.

The godless unicorn body under the antlers continued to rush towards the timing.

Timing looked at the unicorn's body that rushed forward, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and lightly, the three-color female shadow behind her also lightly pointed at her front, countless petals flew out, instantly enveloping her Got the big unicorn.

In an instant, the unicorn phantom was surrounded by the sky full of petals, and those petals did not look like weak petals, but rather like a magical blade that cut everything, stirring in the middle, directly chopped the unicorn phantom.

After easily solving the unicorn phantom without the support of unicorn horns, Timing frowned and looked at the two directions where Han Ming and Sibuxiang were fleeing separately. After a moment of entanglement, they followed Han Ming's direction with his sleeve gown.

Although the weird ghost bone seems to be of a very large origin, it is a rare alien. It is a pity to lose it, but the timing is also helpless. You can't let the previous one escape for the sake of a ghost bone. After all, this is a Raksha girl. If the task entrusted to her were to let the previous Dan-condensation period escape and break the sect's plan, she would not be able to bear it!

Timing intends to solve the little cultivator in the Dan formation stage as soon as possible, and then turn around to find the escaped Netherbone.

Looking back at the timing of the chase, Han Ming touched the golden blood at the corner of his mouth, and then looked at a jade medal in his palm. There was a sharp look in his eyes. If he hadn't fully urged the molten gold body, he would have been The Raksha girl slapped her to death.

And even if the molten gold body was urged, he almost didn't hold it, and he suffered heavy internal injuries. The five belly and six internal organs were damaged to varying degrees. If it weren't for the molten gold body, it was as powerful as an indestructible body. Resilience, he is afraid that he can't move now.

Han Ming patted the storage bag, and the thunderball at the bottom of the pressure box was taken out and held tightly in his hand, ready to sacrifice at any time.

"Little ghost, you still want to escape, no chance!" Timing sneered, and once again patted the front of Yaoyao. As before, the huge figure in the three-color dress behind Timing slapped a palm.

Thousands of petals were swept by a horizontal tornado and rushed to Han Ming again. The distance behind him, left and right, turned into a slender hand, and slammed it down.

"Huh, repeat the technique?" Han Ming sneered, lightly tapped the three flying swords under his feet, and then spit out six flying swords from his mouth.

The sword energy drawn from the central bone sword among the nine flying swords vented together, condensed together, and turned into a huge long sword, and slashed into the hand of the female behind Han Ming.

The nine-handed flying sword slammed into the giant palm, and the two froze in a stalemate, but they stimulated a large amount of aura, and along with a powerful shock wave erupted from the impact, directly hitting Han Ming’s. Body.

Han Ming was pushed out by the shock wave in an instant. The speed was so fast that he flew much slower than his imperial sword. He flew out for more than a hundred meters. Han Ming swallowed nine flying swords, then opened his mouth and spit out three identical flying swords. Continue to fly away.

The molten gold body moved slightly, and the small wound on the surface of Han Ming's body that was torn apart by a dozen petals was completely healed and became intact again.

Seeing that Han Ming had blocked the giant petal palm almost unscathed, his face was surprised, but then he sneered, "Sword Intent, Jian Xiu, you are a big hand, let's see what you can do!"

"Then you come and try!" Han Ming snorted without looking back.

"Try and try, you don't regret it!" Timing covered his mouth and chuckled, and again raised his hand to lightly pat Han Ming, and another giant petal palm appeared behind Han Ming.

Without any hesitation, Han Ming opened his mouth and sprayed out six flying swords again, which merged with the previous three flying swords, and at the same time aroused the sword intent contained therein, gathered together, and slashed towards the giant petal palm.

Han Ming was lifted by the shock wave again, without hesitation, he released three intact flying swords, and continued to escape.

"Twenty-one natal magic weapons are rare!" Timing looked at the three flying swords on Han Ming's body, with a little surprise on his face.

The timing is indeed very unexpected. There is no one in the world who dare to refine so many magic weapons of life, because the more magic weapons, the more energy needs to be cultivated. The more magic weapons, the harder it is to increase the power. .

Although the magic weapon in the early stage of the battle has considerable advantages, as the realm increases, the number of magic weapons cannot beat the quality. There are ten mediocre magic weapons, but it is not as powerful as a powerful magic weapon!

Although she herself has a hundred magic weapons in her own life, it is a needle-shaped magic weapon, small and flexible, and easy to train. Twenty or thirty pieces can't keep up with the difficulty of training a normal magic weapon. But the previous monk in the pill formation stage was different, his more than 20 magic weapons were all medium-sized sword weapons, and it was definitely much more difficult to train than her 100 flying needles!

The timing is somewhat anticipated. If the kid in front only relies on pill fire training, he hasn't encountered any wonders of tempering magic weapons, it will cost thousands of years, it is impossible to improve the quality of much, and there is no room for improvement.

"Come again!" Timing raised his hand, and the three-color female cultivator behind her also raised his hand, and another giant petal palm shot out.

Without looking back, Han Ming once again produced the sword intent of nine swords, blocking the giant petal palm, and he escaped.

"There are even more! Thirty magic weapons of life? How does it feel a bit like a sword formation of Taiyi Zong? Is it really made by imitating that set of Wansha sword?" Timing looked at the flying sword on Han Ming's body~www.novelmt. com~ guessed silently in his heart.

However, the time sequence later dispelled this speculation, because after the previous cultivator of the alchemy stage released thirty-six flying swords, he released three identical flying swords.

As we all know, Taiyi Sect's abolished Wansha Sword Formation has only 36 handles, but the natal magic weapon of this young cultivator during the pill formation phase has exceeded 36. It seems that it is not Wansha Sword Formation!

With the sword intent contained in the 36-handled Wansha Jibun Niyuan Sword, Han Ming fled forward for more than 20 miles. With a sudden flash, he flew over a small mountain.

The time sequence followed Han Ming and was about to cross this low mountain, but she was only halfway there, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically in an instant. The low mountain disappeared, replaced by a large piece of ancient wood.

Han Ming stopped, a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

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