The Second Immortal Road

　　 More than ten days later, Han Ming gently attacked the **** gourd floating in front of him, which was to take it back and hold it in his hands, and then carefully looked at the **** gourd with joy.

　　 The current **** gourd has regained its full and round appearance, and the injury that was sunk by the fourth-order python was restored as before.

Not only has the body of the blood evil gourd recovered, the evil intentions all over the body have become more intense. A faint **** mist continuously penetrates from the gourd skin. These blood mists linger two inches around the gourd body, gathering and Without dispersing, a slightly larger mist gourd was formed outside the body of the gourd, and the whole body of the gourd was covered inside.

Smelling the **** smell of some sweet smell, Han Ming smiled with satisfaction. This re-cultivation was a great success. Not only was the damage to the **** gourd repaired, but also a baptism was performed, which greatly increased its power. More than several times!

"Chun'er, as a ghost, you can't use most of the spirit tools. The only one in my body is this **** gourd which has similar attributes to you and can be driven by you. From now on, I will hand it over to you." Han Ming Throwing the gourd in his hand to Chun'er who was aside.

"Thank you son for giving the treasure, but the power of this **** gourd is extraordinary after re-refining, and the spirit tools on the son's body are still damaged. Now give this **** gourd to the maid to use, then son, don't you have some lack of spirit tools? !" Chun'er took the blood evil gourd, a slight hesitation appeared on his hideous face.

"You do have the intention, but you don't have to worry about it, I naturally have my own plans. After all, this **** gourd is an evil weapon, or I personally re-made it, but this violates the convention of the cultivating world—— Monks are not allowed to kill mortals on a large scale. Although these are horse thieves, for immortal cultivators, mortals have no good and evil. The meaning of mortal existence is only to produce spiritual root owners. The blood evil gourd is handed to you, that is I want to use it as little as possible. If I have to do it, don’t use it at will, otherwise I will inevitably show some troubles, but even if I am a sect disciple, I am afraid that I will be greatly affected!"

Han Ming turned his head and looked at the mummy corpses with skeletons left behind. He gently shook his head, released a dozen fireballs, and smashed them directly into the pile of skeletons. The square was suddenly covered. A sea of ​​fire, soot and dust everywhere!

"Furthermore, this **** gourd is currently quite high. My mana is somewhat uncontrollable, and I can't exert any power at all. But you are different. Although you are seriously injured this time, you have swallowed the souls of thousands of warriors not long ago. When you spend a few years completely refining and absorbing these souls, your strength will inevitably increase, and your spiritual roots are superb. The foundation is definitely before me. This **** gourd can only exert its greatest power in your hands! What's more, you and I are connected, and you have been with me. I use this **** gourd, or you use it, it's the same thing!" Han Ming added after thinking about it.

　　 "Well, Chun'er, thank you son." Chun'er bowed to Han Mingying.

"It's almost done here. It's time to go. There are still some things to do before returning to the sect. Time is still relatively tight!" Han Ming glanced at the skeletons that had turned into flying ash, and then gave a cold smile before letting go. Feiyunzhou stepped onto it.

　　 Chuner also followed closely.

　　 "My son, can Chun'er ask you a question!" Chun'er didn't take the initiative to enter the vaginal bag, but followed Han Ming's side. After a while, she asked timidly.

　　 Han Ming raised his eyebrows when he heard the words and couldn't help turning his head to look around. There were some surprises in his eyes. He usually ordered Chun'er to follow suit. Chun'er has never asked anything about it today. What happened today.

　　 Han Ming thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Chun'er ask."

"The son made a special detour to destroy Qingfeng Village this time. Did you help Miss Anan? The sacrifice of the blood-refining gourd was just a matter of convenience. After all, those corpses are also a waste." Chun'er asked in a low voice, still a little timid in her tone. .

Han Ming's face again showed a hint of surprise. The look in Chun'er's eyes was a little different. How did he feel that Chun'er had grown a little faster in these years? When he followed him, he was only a seven or eight-year-old child. , Now it seems to be at least seventeen or eighteen years old!

　　 "Why do you think so." Han Ming smiled slightly.

　　 "There is a feeling that the son is here for Miss Anan." Chun'er still replied in a low voice.

"You can think what you want. As for the actual situation, I don't know what it is." Han Ming sighed with a mockery. He looked into the distance without knowing what he thought of. There was something in his eyes. Lonely.

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　　 There is a valley 30 miles east of Dangmang Mountain in Jiangguo. The valley is full of short shrubs, dense and large, and there is no way into the valley at first glance.

Unlike the surrounding valleys, where there are low shrubs everywhere, there is a large open space in the middle of the valley. In the open space is an ancient tree that can only be hugged by dozens of people. The ancient branches are vigorous and the bark is everywhere Crack, at first glance, this ancient tree has experienced at least more than a hundred years of baptism.

And at this moment, on top of a thick and exposed root of this ancient tree~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a cyan figure with her hands behind her, looking at the ancient tree with a rather indifferent expression, this person is not Han Mingyou who is it.

　　 After a few breaths, Han Ming turned around and looked at a certain blue boulder next to the ancient tree. After a while, he took out a talisman seal and stuck it on his chest.

　　 After putting the talisman on, Han Ming gave a slight pinch, and his whole body was slowly submerged in the soil. It seemed that the hard soil was no longer muddy, but like a lake, allowing Han Ming to sink deeper and deeper.

　　 Ten feet underground, in a secret room ten feet wide, Han Ming held a pyrotechnics with one hand, brightening the entire stone room as if it were daylight.

　　 Han Ming closed his eyes silently, his spiritual thoughts gushing out like a tide, and he probed the three shelves next to him.

　　 After about ten breaths, Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes. He pointed at the wooden shelf on the far right with one hand, which was to **** a heavy box at the lowest end of the wooden shelf into his hand.

　　 Han Ming opened the lid of the wooden box and took out two weird-looking animal skins from it, one with a fierce tiger painted on it, and a fierce eagle and falcon on the other.

　　 After Han Ming saw the two alien beasts painted on the animal skin, his face showed a burst of joy, and then he poured the mana from his body into the animal skin without thinking about it.

　　 It is strange to say that these two animal skins are not like magical artifacts at all, but they continue to absorb the mana injected by Han Ming.

　　With the continuous influx of mana, these two animal skins gradually changed. The two alien beasts on the top gradually disappeared. Instead, two maps similar to the trend of mountains and rivers were replaced. The center of the map marked the location of a cave.

　　 Han Ming was ecstatic when he saw this.