The Second Immortal Road

Half a day later, on a mountain ridge, Han Ming grabbed Zhu Lingqin's collar and led him towards the outside of the mountain. He flew over several peaks in a moment.

Zhu Lingqin's eyes were red, and his expression was a little low. Han Ming didn't bother him. After all, his biological father passed away not long ago, and his soul has disappeared and returned to heaven and earth. If there is reincarnation, it should be reincarnation.

Standing in front of the ruins of Zhu Chiyuan, which had a vague impression, Han Ming felt a little more melancholy in his heart. There were too many things from before he cultivated immortality. At that time, he hadn't become the way he is now, and he could still play with his big brother all day long. play.

Now he can't remember how long he hasn't really laughed.

Lifting his foot forward, Han Ming walked straight to the small bamboo building where he lived. Although the small bamboo building has long since disappeared, there is no conspicuous familiarity in this small piece except for the old mountain wall. .

This stone wall is no longer the same stone wall as it was in the past. The two stone gates above were destroyed and replaced by a large pile of 100,000 catties of boulders, which were firmly sealed off, so that ordinary people could not enter at all.

In addition to Zhu Chiyuan's elder brother, Han Ming also cared slightly about two people. One was his little maid, named Nan'er, who served him personally, and the other was his first master, Mr. Hua, who taught him. Poison and Na Yuan Gong.

Zhu Mingming is the youngest son of the elder brother. When he was born, Hua Lao had already disappeared from Zhu's family. Few people knew exactly where he went. Zhu Mingming didn't know too much. He only vaguely knew that there was such a champion behind Zhu's family. The poison master of the world.

"At the beginning, my father had accidentally mentioned that Shizu had no inheritor of poison. There were originally two disciples who were able to pass on poison, but in the end one died early and the other was missing. But my father said that Shizu's poison The inheritance of the technique stays in a specific place, reserved for the person who may never come back again." This is the last thing Zhu Mingming told Han Ming before he dissipated.

Han Ming is still quite grateful to the Chinese teacher. He saved his life back then, and also taught poison. His kindness is great. If possible, Han Ming wanted to repay him, but it turned out to be like this.

Walking to the stone wall, Han Ming picked up Zhu Lingqin, and put another earthen talisman on himself, and rammed into the stone wall directly, passed through layers of artificially piled stones, and reached the back passage.

After more than a hundred years, the passage has not changed much. It still looks like the original one. There is a small lamp on the wall every few steps, with a candle fish candle inserted on it, which emits a dim light after being lit.

Han Ming walked all the way to the end of the passage and stood in front of the stone gate. He saw the familiar Thousand Chance Lionhead Lock on it. He sighed slightly, intervened in it, and twisted hard to open the dust-covered mechanism for more than a hundred years.

This was once the place where Han Ming took a medicated bath. Here, he was forced to take a lot of poisons by Mr. Hua. He successfully trained Baizhi's blood poison and helped the big brother detoxify the poison.

Everything is the same here, but the last time Han Ming came before he left, it didn't make much difference, except for the three-foot-sized sarcophagus placed in the middle.

Sweeping around with Qing Blind Heaven Jue, Han Ming knew that this was Hua Lao’s coffin, because it contained Hua Lao’s body. After more than a hundred years, his face was still the same as before. It’s not surprising that Hua Lao has always been fine. It is not difficult to study medicine, poison, and preserve a body for more than a hundred years without decay!

After scanning around, Han Ming showed some interest. This sarcophagus is not an ordinary coffin, but a lock. This kind of lock Han Ming still has some impressions. It should be a Thousand Chance Lion Head Lock and a Baiqiao Chain Lock. The combination lock is a unique creation of Hualao.

If people who don't understand these two kinds of locks open the coffin rashly, the final result will only be the destruction of the coffin, because Han Ming clearly saw that there are several incomparable poisons in the sarcophagus, and the poison to destroy the city is among them.

This sarcophagus should have been left to him by Hua Lao. After all, the method of unlocking the combination lock of the Thousand Chance Lion Head Lock and the Baiqiao Chain Lock, if it were not for the cultivator, only he would open it.

Although he knew how to unlock it, Han Ming didn't want to break the sarcophagus. He waved his sleeve robe slightly, pasted himself with an earthen talisman, melted the sarcophagus, and raised his hand to the small stone box held by Mr. Hua. .

With a yellow halo covering the stone box, Han Ming easily took out the stone box.

When he opened the stone box with great interest, Han Ming immediately saw a book that was about to be weathered, with various poison scriptures and medical scriptures written on them.

Han Ming opened a Poison Sutra, read it carefully, and found that it should have been written by Mr. Hua himself, and there are various notes on the side. It is the essence of his poison technique. In the ordinary world, it is definitely a peerless secret that can cause **** turmoil.

Although these poison scriptures are quite peculiar, Han Ming is now a monk in the alchemy stage, so naturally he doesn't like these things, but when Han Ming saw the white leather paper at the bottom of the stone box, his face suddenly changed. .

Taking out the piece of leather paper, Han Ming spread it out in front of his eyes, his face darkened with shock, totally unbelievable. He turned his hand and took out another piece of human leather paper that was similar to this piece of human leather, and compared it to Han Ming. Raged.

"Huayuan Poison Classic!" Han Ming read the three small characters headed by human skin paper.

According to his own method of interpretation, Han Ming quickly translated from this common poisonous sutra, a method that is compatible with Hualunjue, just like swordsmanship and body-transformation.

Nine Fahe, the third of the nine methods, unexpectedly appeared here.

After watching carefully for a while, Han Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart, solemnly put away the Huayuan Poison Sutra, stepped back two steps, and worshipped the sarcophagus respectfully. Hua Lao is dead, so he can only use this Way to show your heart!

Han Ming now has blood spider poison in his body, and it will explode soon. Although he still has the means to prevent death, he can't get rid of the poison. He can only delay the time and consume it. But now this Huayuan Poison Sutra appears, Fang Yi Studying gave him the inspiration to relieve the blood spider poison!

The emergence of this Huayuan Poison Classic is simply a charcoal in the snow, which relieves Han Ming's urgent eyebrows!

When Zhu Lingqin saw Han Ming bend down and salute to the sarcophagus, he did not hesitate to worship the sarcophagus three times respectfully.

He dug a big hole in the ground, Han Ming hugged the sarcophagus as a whole, then waved up a large piece of earth and rock, buried it, and after looking at it for a long time, he sighed slightly and flew up into the sky.

Hundreds of sword lights flashed, the entire space collapsed, and huge boulders fell one after another. It didn't take long for this space to be filled, and no one could find this place. The last part of Zhu Chiyuan completely disappeared.

"We should leave. Although there are still some things that have not been dealt with, such as Huangzhou and Jingzhou, I don't have much time~www.wuxiaspot.com~If I have a chance, I will come back later!" Han Ming looked towards the remains of Zhu Chiyuan in the distance After a glance, he said in a daze.

"Yes, Master." Zhu Lingqin replied.

Han Ming waved his sleeves and prepared to control the escape light to fly away, but before he flew, there was a trace of doubt on his face. He looked at the flashing black shadows dozens of miles away. Like that little guy!"

After hesitating for a while, Han Ming rose into the air and flew away in the direction where he saw the dark shadow before. It didn't take long before he rushed to a small and secluded valley and saw the black fox lying on a low On the small mound, there is a collapsed pavilion not far from the small mound.

"It turned out to be a monster and cultivated to the level of first-order Dzogchen. No wonder he lived so long!" Han Ming jumped to the small mound and looked at the black little fox from close range.

This little fox, Han Ming, did know him. It was given to him by Senior Brother Qi. However, he felt too time-consuming after raising him for a while. He threw it to the close-fitting maid Nan'er. She regarded it as a treasure. He held it in his arms and slept every day. It's all together.

The little fox was taken aback by Han Ming’s appearance, and immediately stood up. All the black fur on his body was erected, barring his teeth, threatening Han Ming viciously, but then he felt something wrong again and kept sniffing his little nose. Smelling Han Ming's scent, there was a trace of doubt in the personification in his **** eyes.

The little fox sniffed for a long time, and seemed to confirm Han Ming's identity, and jumped to Han Ming's feet, jumping back and forth on the soles of Han Ming's feet, seeming to be extremely happy.

"It's not easy to recognize me, maybe it's some kind of alien!" Han Ming smiled. I want to talk about "" with more like-minded people, follow "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find friends~