The Second Immortal Road

"Do you think you have a chance to escape to the five cultivators to report the letter? And the five cultivators have their own ghosts, not to mention the division of the demon sect. The two factions of the nine formations are opposed to the three sects of the rising star mountain range, which is the three sects of the rising star mountain range. There is no closeness between the inside, you are constantly fighting, how can you work together!"

　　 At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a guard shirt slowly turned out from behind a curtain and stood behind Han Ming, just in the middle of the thirteen princes who saw Han Ming.

　　 "It's another foundation-building monk!" After Han Ming saw the guard who came out, a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face.

　　 What happened tonight is far beyond Han Ming's imagination, making him extremely wondering, isn't he just here to assassinate a prince, and why he pulled out two monks in the foundation-building period.

The Jiang Kingdom imperial family was established by the five sects to manage the mortals in the Jiang Kingdom. Naturally, they would not allow others to intervene. Therefore, the five sects stipulated that under the Jiang Kingdom’s cultivating immortal definitions, the cultivators must not interfere with the royal family’s affairs, otherwise they would be affected. Five joint pursuits.

And now the two foundation-building monks who suddenly appeared were not any of the five foundation-building monks stationed in the capital. They were obviously from a casual cultivator or from a family of immortal cultivators. They pretended to be thirteen. The guards of the prince and the thirteen princes, this obviously broke the five rules.

"The two seniors are going to kill the juniors?" Han Ming took a deep breath and said calmly. At the same time, the palm of his sleeve was moved, his left hand held a spiked awl, and his right hand grabbed one. Small shield.

　　 "Hand over all the spiritual weapons on your body, and it is not impossible to spare your life." The thirteenth prince grinned, revealing his grimly white teeth.

"The younger generation only took off the armor. The next moment I am afraid it will be cut into more than a hundred pieces by the two seniors' magical tools. Now, the two seniors definitely don't want to be chased down, and the junior must be killed!" Han Ming looked at the kindness of the thirteen princes, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

　　 "You don't want to hand it over? Then we have to take it from your corpse." The thirteen prince grinned strangely, but his hands were calmly behind his back, and there was no tendency to do anything.

　　 And the base-building stage of the newly emerged guard dressed up also smiled slightly, with his hands behind him, looking at Han Ming indifferently, and there was also no tendency to do anything.

　　 Seeing that these two foundation-building cultivators didn't do anything, but they were holding the winning ticket, Han Ming frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked around, but found nothing.

　　 "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee." Three harsh laughter suddenly entered Han Ming's ears, and at the same time a group of ghostly black shadows suddenly appeared two feet away behind Han Ming, and then suddenly disappeared.

At this time, Han Ming noticed the enemy who had come close. He suddenly yelled badly and directly released a shield covered with scales and bone spurs, but it was already a little late at this time, and the shield covered with scales and bone spurs had not been fully enlarged. , Was hit hard by a fist covered with black cloth.

　　 "Boom." Before the shield was enlarged, it was smashed into the air by the black cloth-covered fist. It slammed into Han Ming behind the shield, knocking Han Ming's whole body into flight.

　　 "Puff." Han Ming squirted out a big mouthful of blood, his face became extremely pale after a few breaths, and the aura on his body quickly wilted.

"Another top-grade spiritual weapon, still a fine product among the top-grade spiritual tools!" The thirteenth prince saw that Han Ming was not dead, it was an accident, but after seeing the bright white shield, surprise suddenly appeared on his face. Look.

"I'm afraid this kid has a lot of history, maybe it's a descendant of the old monster of the formation of alchemy, otherwise he is just a little monk with the twelfth level of Qi training, how could he have such an exquisite spiritual tool." The dressed-up foundation-building cultivator was also happy after seeing the shield, but after a while, he frowned slightly.

"What kind of attack is this, so silent, and the destructive power is so amazing, even the body of my iron corpse can penetrate!" At this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared in the place where Han Ming was standing, and he looked at it. A certain inch-wide circle in his heart, said somewhat confused.

　　 The black figure was dressed extremely strangely. The whole body was covered with cloth strips stained with black marks. No skin was exposed, and even the eyes, nostrils, and mouth were tightly wrapped.

　　 "Hey, how did Brother Corpse get hurt!" At this moment, the thirteen prince was attracted by the words of the figure wrapped in black cloth. Turning his head, he saw an inch-sized hole in the chest of the black figure!

"I don't know what kind of attack the kid used, and he penetrated directly through my shroud and penetrated my iron body! Fortunately, I am a zombie body and don't have a heart. Otherwise, it will kill me! Just now, if you two got close to your hands and were hit by the attack, I am afraid that you have already died!" The figure wrapped in black cloth touched the wound on his chest and looked at the one that was stuck in the wall. Han Ming, there was a touch of solemnity in his eyes.

　　 The foundation-building cultivator dressed as a guard was also taken aback at first, the body of the iron corpse was pierced, showing the power of the attack! But after thinking about it carefully, he said indifferently: "Brother Zoe said and laughed, and only your body of iron corpse can be close to melee. I wait for human beings, and the flesh is fragile. Long-range attacks with spirit weapons. Although this kid’s attacks are silent, they can only be effective short-range sneak attacks. At a distance, I will be prepared for it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it will not be easy to stop it!".

Although the base-building cultivator dressed as the guard was a little unconcerned, the face of the thirteenth prince was a little unnatural. Only then, he got close to this qi training boy and attacked this boy with secret techniques. , I didn't think so much before, but now I know that I may have walked before the ghost gate.

　　 "Another base-building monk, or a zombie!"

　　 Seeing the figure wrapped in black cloth, the black granulation on the chest twisted frantically, and in a short while, the hole of the size of an inch was blocked, Han Ming couldn't help but feel bitter. If it hadn’t been for the big flooding front to stimulate the hair, it took more time and time was urgent. He could only stimulate the small flooding front stab. Even if the black figure was a body of iron corpse, it would not be better. Qiao Yushan, the alchemy uncle's uncle group, has a high evaluation of the Dajiao's front stab, saying that it can kill almost all the foundation-building cultivators below the alchemy stage!

"This kid is a little weird, he has a lot of good things on him, let's kill him first, or let him run away and report to the five monks in the foundation building stage, our plan will be delayed!" The thirteenth prince Turning his head to look at Han Ming on the wall now, his eyes flashed with a cold color, and with one wave of one hand, he threw a cyan spear, which turned into a cyan streamer and shot towards Han Ming.

"Yes, kill him first. I have been boring here these days. Sometimes I haven't tasted the flesh and blood of the post-qi training monk!" The black figure grinned and turned into a black phantom directly towards Han Ming. Lasing away.

"Haha, I'm here too." The foundation-building monk dressed as a guard touched his waist with one hand, and a yellow gourd appeared in his hand. A yellow stone ball flew towards Han Ming.