The Second Immortal Road

Han Ming left Duanmuxiao’s stone room, and then turned into his own small stone room. After that, he fell on the stone bed, relaxed and closed his eyes. However, he fell into a deep level after ten thousand breaths of effort. Sleep.

　　 In these days when he went out to perform tasks, he hadn't had a good night's sleep. He just slept for a while, relieved his fatigue and continued to cheer up, especially when he entered the underground ancient city for a period of time, he almost never closed his eyes.

　　 Now that he is in his cave, he doesn't worry about any accidents, he naturally relaxes completely, ready to take a rest, and completely relieve his fatigue before dealing with other things.

　　 Han Ming fell asleep and fell asleep. He didn't think there was any danger at all. After all, this was the rising star sect, and no one had dared to break into the sect and attack him.

After Han Ming fell asleep for a short while, a pale white light came out from the wall next to his head and immediately wrapped his entire head in. Han Ming fainted with a light kick on his legs. past.

　　 When Han Ming completely lost his consciousness and was unconscious, a gray-haired old man slowly emerged from the stone gate, and then he raised his foot and appeared directly beside Han Ming's bed.

The white-haired old man made his claws with five fingers, snapped at Han Ming’s Tianling cover, and then suddenly opened his eyes. Two substantive rays of light projected from his pupils, through the eyelids, directly submerged in Han Ming’s eyes. middle.

　　 "Yeah." Although Han Ming was not conscious, he still snorted, showing a rather painful expression, and struggled slightly.

　　 However, despite the constant struggle, Han Ming's consciousness has not recovered at all, and he is still in a deep coma.

　　 About a quarter of an hour later, the white-haired old man waved his hand to remove the palm from Han Ming's Heavenly Spirit Cap. After that, he frowned and stared at Han Ming for a while, before he retracted his gaze somewhat complicatedly.

"The assassination of the secular prince and the lure of the five cultivators to find their way, resulting in only one of the five cultivators surviving, and offering blood to thousands of mortals, refining evil weapons, everything violated the rules!" The white-haired old man looked at Han. Ming, there is not much expression on his face.

　　 If Han Ming was awake at this moment and heard the white-robed old man talking to himself, he would be shocked. The old man knew the mistake he had committed during this trip.

　　 "Make so many mistakes? It's no wonder that they fooled us and didn't dare to tell the truth." Duan Mu Xiao's voice came from Shimen, and then he stepped in, with a little smile on his face.

"This is the memory of this soul search. In order not to hurt his soul and not to be noticed by him, this time only a small amount of memory was extracted, but it is enough!" The light group shot directly into the top of Duanmuxiao's head.

　　 Duan Mu Xiao closed his eyes and felt it slightly, then opened his eyes and turned to look at Han Ming. There are a lot of weird looks on his face: "It's quite tossing, but only by relying on the cultivation base during the Qi training period, he snatched the storage bag of the ghost emperor in the quasi-scheming period."

　　 Duan Mu Xiao knew that Han Ming had lured the five monks to explore the way for him, and the blood sacrifice of thousands of people, but he was not angry at all. On the contrary, there was a lot of satisfaction in the eyes that looked at Han Ming.

"Ghost emperor? I'm afraid it's the ancient devil!" The white-haired old man sneered, and then added: "Han Ming is not sufficiently cultivated and lacks knowledge to think that the ancient devil emperor is two, but in my opinion, that It's clearly one person!"

　　 The white-haired old man gently waved to Han Ming, who was unconscious, and a black storage bag flew out of his chest and fell straight into the hands of the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man probed into the storage bag, and then easily destroyed the imprint that Han Ming could not break with all his efforts, and then a lot of things came out from inside, and Use mental power to control everything floating in the air.

　　 The white-haired old man glanced slightly, and he automatically ignored the artifacts, instead focusing his attention on the jade slips of several books.

　　 The white-haired old man sucked a jade slip into his hand, his divine consciousness slightly intruded into it, and he watched the content on it.

　　 "Xuansha True Demon Jue? Demon Dao Cultivation Technique!" The white-haired old man frowned, and stopped looking at it. Instead, he flipped his hand and put the jade slip into his storage bag.

　　 The white-haired old man waved his hand again and sucked another jade slip into his hand. When he watched it, he waved his hand again and received the jade slip into his storage bag.

　　 In this way, the original five jade slips were put away by the white-haired old man, and only one simple dark golden jade slip remained.

　　 The white-haired old man's divine consciousness intruded into it, and he felt it for a little bit, and he showed a very shocked expression, his face was totally incredible.

"I finally figured out why the ancient demon had to make a ghost. It turned out to be to cultivate this set of mysterious ghosts!" As soon as the white-haired old man raised his hand, he handed the jade slip in his hand to Bian. Duanmu Xiao on the top.

　　 Duan Mu Xiao saw that the white-haired old man's face changed drastically, it was an accident. No one in the world knew this white-haired old man better than him, and what made the white-haired old man so moved was definitely something of great origin.

　　 Duan Mu Xiao invaded the jade slip and read it carefully. When he finished reading, his face was full of shocked expressions, and the level of shock was no less than that of the gray-haired old man.

"How is it possible that this mysterious ghost is a fake? How could it be possible to have such a technique! Not only is it powerful, but it also cultivates superbly. Every time you break through the bottleneck, you have a 30% chance of success than ordinary people. Moreover, as long as the cultivation is successful, It's too bad to cultivate directly into the body of ghosts and immortals." Duan Mu Xiao can no longer maintain his composure~www.wuxiaspot.com~ panting heavily, and his face is full of excitement.

　　 "It shouldn't be a fake, otherwise, why did that ancient demon practice!" The white-haired old man took a deep breath, and his calmness was restored on the surface, but his heart was still turbulent.

"It's a pity that this technique is also extremely restrictive. Not only does it require extremely special ghosts to cultivate, but before cultivating into a ghost, there are the so-called three calamities and seven calamities that need to be dealt with. The probability of falling is extremely high, and more importantly, The technique on this jade slip turned out to be incomplete, only the part that recorded the fake baby." Duan Mu Xiao shook his head, his face was full of pity.

"Although only the part of the fake baby is recorded, the ancient demon should know everything, otherwise he won't practice. As long as he catches him, he can naturally come up with a whole set of exercises through soul searching!" The white-haired old man chuckled. Screamed.

　　 "Do you plan to practice this exercise?" Duan Mu Xiao opened his eyes and stared at the white-haired old man.

　　 "The ancient demon hasn't grasped it yet, it's still too early to wonder whether to practice this exercise!" The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and said rather plainly.

The white-robed old man took back the dark golden jade slip that recorded the profound ghost decision from Duanmu. He was about to turn his hand and put the jade slip into the storage bag, but suddenly seemed to remember something, and glanced at Han Ming's waist. Her vaginal bag is a tuck between her eyebrows, as if she is thinking of something.

The white-robed old man turned over his hands and took out two blank jade slips, and for a short time, he copied the contents of the dark golden jade slips into it. The dark golden jade slip was returned to the ghost emperor's black storage bag.

"You also keep one. If one day our practice fails to break through the shackles and we are forced to practice this profound ghost determination, you will not be unfamiliar." The white-haired old man glanced at Han Ming's waist while speaking. Of the vaginal bag.