The Second Immortal Road

"Junior brother don’t want to be whimsical, the original Xianling Saint General could not refine the blood of the demon ancestor in this lake, how can our little Yuan Ying stage mobilize the blood demon evil spirit in it!" Xiu shook his head and spoke like this, and then added: "Don't think about this, release the distracted soul of Saint General Xiling soon. After so many years, I don’t know if the demon soul of Saint General is still there. ."

"Senior brother, don't worry, the master of the sage has already unified the five elements and got rid of the limit of lifespan. Unless there is a special reason, the adult's soul separation is impossible to die!" Sound comforted.

"I hope so, otherwise, some of our efforts will be in vain!" Another magic repair self-comforted, he slammed forward, and then slammed the ground, turning into a Changhong and rushed towards it. It straddled more than a hundred meters and rushed to the small island in the center of the lake.

There are air bans around, and the Nascent Soul cannot be lifted into the air. Now the magic repairs who have reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul can only cross the magic lake with their bodies, but the island in the center of the lake is four or five miles away from the shore. Mo Xiu only relied on his physical body, but only flew for a short time, and then began to fall.

Falling obliquely to the dark magic lake, this magic repair was not in a hurry. He just slapped the storage bag, threw a piece of blue refining material, suddenly turned around and stepped on it, and then vacated again. He started and rushed out to try the same trick again, quickly approaching the small island in the center, getting closer and closer to the swarthy goat.

And the latter Yuan Ying’s early magic cultivation did not neglect, learning the method of the previous one, using pieces of insignificant refining materials, crossing the magic lake and rushing towards the middle.

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Five days later, Han Ming turned out from behind a rock with a smile at the corner of his mouth. After several days of refining with all his strength, he finally solved the turmoil completely.

According to Han Ming’s plan, the next step is to leave here and flee outside. According to the record of the Tome of Ten Thousand Arrays given to him by Xiang Fei, the portal should have almost recovered, and he can follow the method of the Code of Ten Thousand Arrays to re-start. Open the portal.

Han Ming raised his foot and walked towards the outside of the huge black mountain. He planned to find a remote place and use the Buddha beads on his neck to leave here, but when he turned around, he discovered an unexpected fact.

Nasumi formation turned out to be just one of the formations surrounding the black giant mountain. In addition to the Xumi formation, there are also formations of Confucianism, Taoism, monster race, ghost race, etc., without exception, each of them is just like the Xumi formation. It was tricky, and his golden Buddha beads only had an effect on the Xumi formation, he couldn't get past the formations in other areas at all.

The coverage of the Xumi formation is about one hundred li, he wants to go out, must go out in this hundred li formation, but the ninth-order old ghost is guarding outside the Xumi formation.

At the beginning of the Yuan Ying period, the scope of the spiritual sense was about a hundred miles, and the old ghost outside was a ninth-order existence. How could the scope of the spiritual sense reach one hundred and fifty li? Human beings are strong, and it is not impossible to say that its spiritual power coverage reaches two hundred miles. The Xumi array is completely monitored by it!

Han Ming felt that he was only going out here, and he would be discovered by the old ghost outside. I was afraid that it would be another chase. One of the cultivators of the pill formation stage was almost dead. No one could help him. He started from the ninth rank. There is little hope for the old ghost to escape.

Sitting in front of the Xumi formation sighed for a while, Han Ming reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​running away immediately, but figured out what to do next, whether to hide here or climb up the mountain, maybe he can find another exit. Woolen cloth.

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In the Danzong area of ​​the Qi Array, the old zombie with wings on his back had a **** clock on his head, and his whole body was full of golden corpse energy. It had a serious expression.

Opposite the Qizhen Danzong, a barefoot female cultivator wearing a three-color robe, with two white and tender arms each holding a cloud of faint smoke, vaguely able to see that one of them is a three-color Ruyi, The other is a quaint little mirror.

This three-color female pedicure stepped on a three-color giant flower, and the rich three-color aura was like a waterfall hanging down for nine days.

This three-color robe female cultivator didn't know where she came from, and was able to compete with a golden corpse-level existence, and it seemed that she was still not in the wind.

The old man with the surname Yue was behind the old zombie, watching the battlefield here from a distance, dumbfounded. He originally thought that after finding the Dharazong, he was as powerful as a bamboo, and could easily take everyone down, but the Dharazong was hidden deep. Not missing, there is such an existence, able to compete with his father.

Just like the shocked face of the old man surnamed Yue, the Raksha girl of the Tuoluo Sect, with the other three primordial infant stage nuns, couldn’t believe it. When they saw the monks from the Qizhen Danzong coming over, they laughed at each other. Looking for a dead end, after all, their Holy Spirit distraction has come down, but they did not expect that the Holy Spirit was blocked by an old zombie.

Beside the Raksha girl, Bai Ni looked at the existence of the two powerful-level fighters in the sky. His face was full of wonderful colors. He didn't have time to persuade him to fight. Why didn't he fight with each other? In fact, he didn't use it at all. It's a hit.

"Master, Senior Mandala, please stop first, you can actually discuss it!" Bai Ni shouted loudly.

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Somewhere in an unknown hall, Taiyi Sect's six primordial infant stage monks controlled thirty-six Wansha Swords to form a Wansha Sword Formation, making the shape a little faint, but the **** ghost was trapped in the middle.

"Huh, something made by the Heavenly Ghost Sect? It has such strength! If the sword spirit hadn't been condensed this time and could use the Wansha Sword Formation, I might have all folded here!" Feng Qing Yang stepped on a black mouse the size of a foot, and looked at the ghost infants in the large array rather solemnly.

"Hey, a small sword formation wants to kill the ghost, are you too arrogant!" Gui Ying sneered hiding in the thick blood mist.

"Huh, it's just a ghost, you don't have a treasure in your hand, where can it be strong. Back then, the old ancestor of Fengyuan Liu cultivated to the great perfection, and the continent was invincible. The only regret at the end of the day was not being able to find one. With your level of existence, today, this sect will make up for Fengyuan Liu’s regret with the Wansha sword formation!" Feng Qingyang said coldly, raising his hand to the front and slamming it, that black The mouse opened his eyes, and more than a hundred fierce sword intents rolled towards the ghost in the middle~www.wuxiaspot.com~Taiyi monk said very relaxedly, but their serious expressions have been betrayed. This kind of existence, even though there are Wansha sword formations, they are still very nervous, don't know whether this Wansha sword formation can kill the opponent retrogradely.

"Huh, sit on the well and watch the sky, the ghost is going to let you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick today!" Gui Ying grinned, and started to pinch the magic arts in his hand. It was clear that he was planning to use a powerful spell.

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In the small island in the middle of the holy demon lake, an array pattern outlined with blood continues to revolve, and a large amount of blood flows along the pattern into the body of the black goat behemoth in the middle of the array, but it is like a mud cow into the sea. There is no slight fluctuation.

"How come, why hasn't the Master Saint General's soul-divided appear yet? Is it true that he has fallen?" The Demon Cultivator of Yuan Ying's early stage frowned and said.

"No, we have worked hard for so long, and it is impossible to fail!" Another mid-term Moxiu said softly, as if he was answering another monk's words, but also as if he was talking to himself. Obviously he too There is no confidence.

The two demon cultivators both frowned and stared at the giant beast in the middle of the magic circle, but they didn't realize that a drop of black liquid flowed out from under the giant beast's body and continued to flow to the demon in the mid-primary stage. build.

An hour later, the magic repair in the middle of the Nascent Soul suddenly twitched, and fell to the ground, holding his head and struggling for a few times. The other magic repair had not had time to check what happened to him. One kick died.

However, after five or six breaths, the dead Demon Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were dark and there was no whiteness of his eyes, and he laughed loudly.

"Jie Jie Jie, this general has finally come out!" said the second world Xianfan

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