The Second Immortal Road

Han Ming only had a slight expectation in his heart. After all, time has passed so far. Even if there is something below, it has already been corroded and damaged by the spirit of the spirit. Judging from the words left by Fengyuan Liu, he When the circle of inheritance was discovered, the Nether Demon Pool was also called the Nether Sea Pool. This was at least a thousand years ago!

Feeling the concentration of the underworld aura around him is getting higher and higher, Han Ming is getting more and more excited. According to the concentration of the underworld aura, half a month’s time is enough for him to collect enough to assist in the advanced pill formation period. !

The deeper the dive, the more amazed Han Ming was. The surface of the Minghai Pool was forty to fifty miles wide, but as it got deeper and deeper, the space below became smaller and smaller. The general structure is like a funnel.

Han Ming didn’t know how deep he had dived. Anyway, it’s at least nearly ten thousand feet. There has been no text left by the monks for a long time, even in the Yuan Ying period. The concentration of the spirit of the spirit here has exceeded the Yuan. The limit that can be tolerated in infancy.

The surrounding space is getting smaller and smaller, and it is now only five or six miles wide. Under the observation of the blue-blind sky, Han Ming fully monitored everything around him.

He sneaked down for more than a thousand meters, and the surrounding space was only two or three miles wide. Han Ming discovered some abnormal conditions. The dark stone walls around were full of unevenness, deep and shallow, long and wide.

Han Ming didn't rush down, but leaned close to the stone wall on the side. After looking carefully, he soon discovered that this seemed to be some traces of fighting techniques, and those dents were very similar to sword marks.

After looking carefully for a quarter of an hour, Han Ming determined that these were the traces of the fighting, and tested the hardness of the surrounding stone walls. His heart was full of suspicion. The damage caused by the aftermath of the fighting was too amazing, and it was just a sword mark. Hundred meters, the depth is also a few dozen meters, Han Ming dare to be sure, it is impossible for a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage to have such destructive power!

Han Ming stared at the bottom of the black hole, he hesitated slightly in his heart, and continued to dive down. The traces of the fighting technique were too long, I am afraid it was at least tens of thousands of years ago. Han Ming doesn't think there will be any life below. The existence of things, even if they are above the Nascent Soul, the power that only exists in legends, is only two or three thousand years old. Unless it is a monster, a corpse, a ghost, or the like, it will never be possible to live like this. Long!

He sneaked down again for thousands of meters, and the surrounding space was getting smaller and smaller, only five or six hundred meters. Han Ming had a hunch, he was afraid that he was going to the lowest end.

With a wave of one hand, he grasped the Azure Rainbow Sword in his hand, and wrapped the Azure Rainbow Sword with the breath of the Netherbone Body. Han Ming slowed down and walked down cautiously.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Han Ming dived to the bottom. It was only a hundred feet wide, empty, without a trace of light, and there were black gravel everywhere. If Han Ming had blue blind eyes, it would be nothing. Invisible.

Han Ming closed his eyes, felt the aura around him, and immediately smiled: "It's such a rich underworld energy. I am afraid that it will only take a long time to collect enough magic energy here, and the magic energy here seems to be the same. The ordinary demon aura is quite different. It seems to be of higher level. Could it be the true demon aura in the legend? But isn't that something the ancient demon world only has?"

"Forget it, think about doing so much. The purer the devil energy, the better, the higher the level, the better. Now we should check around and make sure that there is nothing else to collect demon energy. Now there is no pill formation. Important!" Han Ming muttered to himself, and walked forward, his eyes flickering with blue light.

There was not much space here. Han Ming quickly wandered to the middle, and immediately found a ten-foot-long altar in the middle, on which sat a Taoist priest carrying a long sword, holding a small round ball in his hand. .

Han Ming was horrified. On the bottom of the water, the Qi of the Underworld had reached an extremely terrifying level. The existence of the Great Underworld Bone King, which has a lot to do with the Qi of the Underworld, could not get down, but there was actually a human sitting cross-legged. In the meantime, it is hard to imagine how high his cultivation level is.

Han Ming subconsciously seemed to turn around and run away, but he forcibly contained the idea of ​​escaping between the sparks and flints. In front of this kind of existence, how could he run away, so he should stay obediently and don't offend the other party!

The Taoist priest remained motionless, as if he hadn't sensed Han Ming's arrival at all.

Han Ming felt something was wrong. He used the perspective technique of the Qingblind Tianjue to look at the person above, looking left and right, and then he was relieved. The Taoist priest above has his appearance. He has already died. All that is left is An empty shell.

Han Ming stepped forward slowly with courage, looked carefully, and felt relaxed in his heart. He could be sure that this Taoist priest was completely dead, and the flesh shell had been completely eroded by the spirit of the spirit, just a dilapidated one. It's just a skin!

Han Ming lightly tapped the body of the Taoist priest, and with a "boom", the Taoist priest was turned into smoke and dust, and was washed away by the undercurrent raised by Han Ming's hand, even the long sword behind him and the Taoist robe on his body. None of them stayed.

"What is this, it hasn't been eroded by the spirit of the underworld!" Han Ming looked at a round bead falling from the fly ash, with a look of surprise on his face.

He beckoned the round bead into his hand, and Han Ming felt it carefully, but when his mental power penetrated into it, his expression instantly solidified, and there was no body in his eyes. It seemed that in an instant, his soul was lost. Pulled away from the body!

Han Ming's consciousness appeared in a gray space. In front of him, there was a Taoist sitting cross-legged, and it looked like it was the one that turned into flying ash before.

Han Ming looked around, his face was immediately shocked, unknowingly, his consciousness was pulled to such an unfamiliar place by the weird bead, and the unfathomable Taoist priest was sitting on the opposite side.

Han Ming stared at the Taoist priest in front of him alertly, frowning, and said a few words of accusation, but he didn't get an answer. The Taoist priest still sat cross-legged on the spot, motionless, just chattering in his mouth. Saying something.

Han Ming confronted the Taoist priest for a quarter of an hour before he gradually realized that the Taoist priest was not a living thing, nor was it a conscious spirit body, but just an existence similar to obsession, which could be understood as a mechanical puppet.

"The Continent of All Souls has a history of 53,000 years. My five elements are united, and the ancient and the present are cut off. The ascent is imminent. The sky descends on the bones of the ghosts. , The world of cultivating immortals fell for a time! The Wanling Continent has experienced 532,000 years, the secret realm of the sky fell into the Wanling Plateau, the two immortals descended into the world, fighting against insects, the creatures were seriously injured, and the remaining creatures on the mainland dropped by 70%. , Fortunately, both immortals are lost, and they are missing! The Wanling Continent has been around for fifty-three thousand four hundred years. The passage through which the immortals descended collapsed, the ancient trolls descended, and the blood sacrifices to the creatures. My human race survived no more than ten thousand!"

"I can’t bear the tribe’s extinction, and I have risen to Sendai, and led the seven bright and eight sons to gather the power of the surrounding stars on the Tongling Mountain. Trapped in it, but ultimately unbreakable, Qinghuang's strategy, trapping the demon head in the pond of the bones of the sky, makes the bones of Mingyou eclipse. I have witnessed the tragedy of the mainland for a hundred and twenty years, and then I agreed, with my destiny Thirty-six swords, an array of battles, and move the demon head in the pond of bones."

"There are still more than ten ancient demons outside the pond. We are trapped in the pond of the bones of the dark bones. We are isolated from the inside and outside. The news is unclear, and we cannot survive or die! The eight sons of Qihuang have died of life after being trapped in Tianchi for the next thousand and three hundred years, but we are alone. I was trapped in Tianchi for three thousand and six hundred years. The vitality was gradually withered and could not be refined. My life could be exhausted, and the demon head would also die. However, I feared that the demon head would fall, and I would sacrifice myself and end the battle forever. One has no regrets in life, no owe to others, but three great regrets in death, one cannot see the vastness of the upper realm, second cannot be passed on by others, and third do not know whether the human race survives or not. The upper realm will never be seen in this life. If you send it to and inherit the bracelet, you will get it if you have a predestined condition, but the third regret is always inexplicable."

After a long series of words were said here, the Taoist started over and continued to narrate, over and over again, as if he never knew he was tired.

This Dao speaks an extremely old language, which is quite similar to an old saying by Han Minghui, so Han Ming can understand most of this Dao's words.

Hearing this person's words over and over again, Han Ming was completely left where he was. He was speechless for a while, and even forgotten the habitual self-talk. His face was full of shock, disbelief and admiration. It's a pity, a pity that complex look.

Han Ming really didn't expect that there are such selfless people in the world, who really gave up the opportunity to ascend for the sake of sentient beings, and stayed under this Tianchi for thousands of years until they fell.

"Human race still exists, now it has multiplied and grown, and the world of immortal cultivation is prospering again!" Han Ming said to the Taoist in that ancient language ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a trace of respect in his tone.

Hearing Han Ming's words, the Taoist raised his head, looked at Han Ming up and down, and nodded happily, but the sound of "Peng" disappeared, and Han Ming simply did not react for a while.

Han Ming's mind was slightly dizzy, his consciousness returned to his body, he was still at the bottom of the Nether Demon Pool.

Seeing the ball in his hand gradually dissipated, Han Ming didn't have much regret in his heart. On the contrary, he was very calm in his heart. He just sighed slightly, and seemed to feel emotional about what the Taoist priest had done.

"The Ten Thousand Spirits Continent is afraid that it is the Bone Bone Continent. We have done so many things, but there is no record of you in the current classical historical facts. It is right or wrong, worth it or not!" Han Ming slowed down for a while, and muttered.

Rubbing his head, Han Ming returned to business and began to think carefully about the information said by the population. Han Ming always felt that Jiang Minggu had a lot to do with the dark boy he had met. As for the twin immortals who had descended. Han Ming thought of the Beast Worm Valley, but turned his head and laughed at himself. The Beast Worm Valley is a real fairy and cut out with a sword is just a ridiculous legend. It is thought of the mixed battlefield, the legend is the place where humans and demons fight.

"By the way, according to the words of the Taoist, there should be a troll under here. At least tens of thousands of years have passed. This monster should be dead!" Han Ming muttered, turning green. Blindly looking towards the altar under your feet~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Want to find the latest chapters by yourself? You are OUT, WeChat Follow Beauty Editor to help you find books! It's really not wrong to read the book and tease the girl!

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