The Second Immortal Road

　　 I don’t know how long it took. Han Ming slowly woke up after a groan. When his consciousness recovered, he doubted whether he had died.

　　 His body moved slightly, and a sharp pain made him groan uncontrollably, but at this time he was very happy. The pain in his body proved that he was still alive, not dead, and everything was not important to being alive.

　　 Han Ming lay on the spot and eased for about an hour before he moved his body slowly with some strength, and sat up against a rock wall.

　　 Han Ming found that the nameless mouth in his body was constantly running, and a wave of mana wandered back and forth in his body, making the wound on his body no longer worsen.

　　 At this time Han Ming certainly saw the blood-robed man who died not far from him. When he saw the death of the blood-robed man, he understood roughly that the blood-robed man was poisoned to death by his blood.

In fact, although Han Ming has a lot of poisons in his body, the most poisonous thing in his body is not the various infinite poisons in the bottles, but the blood covered in his body. There are more than fifty kinds of rare in Han Ming's blood. The toxicity of poisons, and the combination of these toxicities can become another brand-new toxicity.

　　 In addition to toxicity, Han Ming's blood also has the medicinal properties of these strange poisons and antidote. Han Ming can make his own blood a deadly poison in a single thought, and he can also make his blood a life-saving medicine in a single thought.

As soon as the blood-robed man Fang appeared, Han Ming released the poison in the blood, but it was a pity that the previous sneak attack was blocked by the light curtain released by the jade ornament, and he could not spray the blood on the blood-robed man’s face. , Otherwise this blood-robed man might have been poisoned to death long ago, so how could he deal with it so hard?

And after the blood-robed man took out the blood-colored gourd, Han Ming saw that the **** evil fog could directly dissolve the poisonous fog surrounding him. He couldn't help but feel a little desperate. The **** evil fog was very strange, he didn't know. Can the blood as the last hole card produce an effect?

　　 In fact, the blood robe is very bad for people to die. His blood haze is poison, and it can restrain many poisons, but he didn't expect Han Ming's blood to be extremely violent poison. The **** evil mist itself helped the spread of blood poison in Han Ming's blood, because the two were of the same origin, and both were human essence and blood.

　　 Although the blood evil mist can also dissolve some of the poison in Han Ming's blood, before the blood evil mist can remove the poison in Han Ming's blood, the blood robe man died.

　　 is actually the blood-robed man looking for his own death. If he hadn't touched Han Ming's blood with his hand, he wouldn't be poisoned to death immediately, at least for a quarter of an hour or so.

　　 Han Ming slowly raised his hand, touched his abnormally pale face due to excessive blood loss, and then placed his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

　　 "I'm still alive, I'm still alive, alive." Han Ming said to himself repeatedly, but he couldn't help but tears as he spoke.

After all, Han Ming is not an adult now. Although he pretends to be an old man all day, his heart has not been so strong. Now after the first thorough death threat, his inner weakness is completely weak. It's exposed.

　　 Crying and crying, Han Ming began to laugh, tears flowed into his mouth without knowing it, and he coughed and laughed until he coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

　　 About a quarter of an hour later, Han Ming shed tears, and then forcibly calmed down, completely put away the weak side, and then took the initiative to run the nameless tactics and inspected the conditions in his body in detail.

It doesn’t matter if you look at it. Han Ming himself was taken aback by the internal condition of his body. He is a doctor himself, and he naturally knows the severity of the injury. He suffered severe internal injuries to his internal organs. It’s really true that he is still alive. A miracle.

Han Ming further checked the condition of his body, and was surprised to find that although the internal organs in his body were injured, these internal organs were enveloped by soft magical powers. Because of these magical powers, his injuries were contained further. deterioration.

Han Ming immediately sat on the ground honestly, transported the nameless tactics, and began to heal the injuries on his body. After several hours of meditation, the injuries in Han Ming's body were finally completely suppressed by him, so there is no need to worry about it anymore. The organ suddenly ruptured and died.

　　 Although the injury was suppressed, Han Ming no longer had to worry about the safety of his life, but because the internal injury was too serious, he still could not exercise vigorously, otherwise he might suddenly die.

　　 After several hours of meditation, Han Ming's physical strength recovered a lot. He slowly stood up, leaned towards the body of the blood-robed man, and then slowly searched him.

　　 After a while, Han Ming scavenged the contents of the blood-robed man's corpse, and then piled his brains in front of him, while he sat on the ground and slowly recognized it.

Han Ming glanced at the pile of items in front of him, picked out one of the small bottles, then uncorked the bottle, squinted his eyes and looked inside, then tilted the mouth of the bottle and poured out a black bottle. The elixir came out.

Han Ming sniffed the pill in his hand, and then murmured to himself with a surprised expression: "Internalization pill, the best healing pill in martial arts, can heal most of the internal injuries. It is suitable for me now. With this pill, Huadan, I don't have to worry about the sequelae of the internal injuries on my body!"

　　Han Ming put the pill back into the bottle, and held the bottle in his arms. Then he took another small medicine bag and opened it. After a while, Han Ming's expression became happy again.

　　 "Wai Hua San, a trauma medicine powder with the same name as Nei Hua Dan, this blood-robed man is really rich and wealthy, and he even wears the best healing medicine of the two martial arts."

Han Ming took the small medicine packet into his arms, and then looked at the few items left in front of him, two small wooden boxes, a thick book, the blood-colored little gourd, and a silver hook. .

After thinking about it, Han Ming took the two small wooden boxes, opened the two small wooden boxes, and found that there were two similar talisman seals lying quietly inside. Han Ming thought for a while and took the two talisman seals carefully. He was in his arms, and now his body is ill, he can't easily use his mana to test the effect of this talisman.

　　 Han Ming brought the book over this time. He didn't disturb the little blood-colored gourd because he felt that the little blood-colored gourd was a bit wicked.

　　 Now he can't move mana, he doesn't want to put this little gourd, which seems to see blood, into his arms.

　　 Han Ming opened the book and read it in detail. He was surprised to find that this book was written by a native of Jiayue called Guangling Sanren, and the contents recorded what he thought was important or interesting.

The book records a practice exercise called Feng Ningjue. This Feng Ningjue is divided into 13 levels. The first to fourth levels are the primary level of qi training, and the fifth to eighth levels are the middle level of qi training. Layers to twelve are the post-Qi training layers, while the thirteenth Qi-training layer is called the Dzogchen.

　　 At this time, Han Ming’s face was full of shock, and his nameless tactics were also thirteen layers. Isn’t his nameless tactics the same as this Feng Ningjue?

　　 Han Ming forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and continued to turn back without saying a word. Now he is looking forward to the content of this book very much.

In addition to this Feng Ning Jue, this book also records some related spells, among them are the fire bullet technique, the watch gas technique, the light body technique, and the spirit beam technique practiced by Han Ming. In addition, there is the wind blade technique. There are three important methods: control of objects and methods of divine consciousness sacrificial refining.

　　 Seeing Han Ming's surprise here, I really didn't expect that the wind blade art performed by the blood-robed man was actually recorded in this book, so that he can practice, and his strength will inevitably be greatly increased.

Han Ming continued to read, but found that there were some strange stories behind it, such as hidden longan that allows mortals to give birth to spiritual roots out of thin air, dragon fruit can transform itself into a real dragon if eaten, and Qixia and Tilian can rise in the day when eaten. The true spirit Luohu is a world in his own body...

　　 This strange talk recorded by Guangling scattered people accounted for most of the book, covering a wide range, mostly some rumors in the monastic world, which really opened Han Ming's eyes.

Finally, Guangling scattered people sighed in the book. The biggest regret in his life was that he could not get a foundation building pill, and he couldn't break through the Dzogchen to become a foundation building monk, and his life was not able to increase ~www.novelmt.com~Finally Can only sit down in despair.

Han Ming also knew the effect of the Jidan at this time, that is, it has a certain chance to help the monks in the Qi training period break through the bottleneck of the foundation building and become a monk in the Foundation building period. In the following year, the monks' lifespan during the foundation period will be doubled, reaching more than two hundred years of age.

All the medicinal materials needed for the refining of Jiji Pill are extremely rare and precious, and these medicinal materials need more than hundreds of years. This results in a very small number of Jiji Pills, which is in short supply, and most Qi training monks cannot obtain them in their lifetime. One, Guangling Sanren is one of them. Although he is the cultivation base of Dzogchen, he has not obtained a Jidan in his life.

　　 Han Ming didn't catch a cold with the Zhujidan mentioned by Guangling Sanren. The Zhujidan was far away from him. He doesn't need the Zhujidan to help him break through the Qi training period!

　　 "Hey, what is this." Han Ming said softly, and then pulled out a palm-sized piece of metal from the book.

　　 The whole piece of metal is black and red, with dense small prints on it. Although the metal piece is only the size of a palm, the kid on it has five or six thousand characters.

Han Ming took this piece of metal and immediately felt a **** smell coming into his nose. Han Ming frowned. Why did this piece of metal seem to have been soaked in blood, and there was a strong smell of blood on his face. , It's almost comparable to that of the blood gourd.

　　 Han Ming put the metal piece in front of his eyes, and carefully read the tiny tiny characters on it. His five senses were extremely sensitive. Although these characters were small, they could still be clearly seen.

As Han Ming looked down little by little, his brows gradually frowned, until he finished reading the last word, Han Ming slowly raised his head, then frowned and looked at the **** gourd in front of him. , The expression is extremely complicated.