The Second Immortal Road

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I don’t know how long it has passed. In the quiet dantian inside Han Ming who was sitting withered, the motionless baby wood began to sway slowly, and three protruding from more than ten branches, the longer and thicker, the longer and longer. long.

The essence of the entire baby wood seems to have been provided to these three main veins, and the other branches seem to be cut off, slowly withering, a little bit of decay, and finally turning into fly ash in the accumulation of several years. The three branches form a triumphant guard.

Three flower bones are slowly drawn out from the ends of the three branches, one is light golden, one is shiny black, and the other is pale and dark. With the long-term supply of baby wood, the petals slowly unfold, one, two , Three.........

It took at least ten years before the three flowers were completely unfolded. There were nine leaves in pale gold, but it was a lotus flower with a lotus platform in the middle of the petals, and a pale golden figure sitting on the top. , And the black and shiny flower is a plum, but with four petals, there is also a small figure sitting inside, but it is black, and the last one is an unknown flower that seems to be an epiphany, and it is not a physical entity. , Even the villain inside is not physical, but a flame similar to a human form.

　　 There are three little people sitting cross-legged in the three flowers. These little people have complete arms and legs, and they are chubby, but their faces are fuzzy, like rough clay dolls that have not been processed yet.

However, as Yingmu instilled a large amount of the essence of various spiritual things into the three little people, the faces of these three'babies' began to slowly become clear, and more than that, they also had their own breath faintly. , The pale golden color is cool and pure, the black evil spirit is fierce, and the pale white is plain and unremarkable.

　　.........

　　 The sky whirled around, Han Ming, dressed in a green robe, stood in front of a courtyard wall, looked left and right, frowned slightly, but here was no longer under the Overseas Demon Abyss, but the Zhu Chi Garden in Qingshui Town of Wu State.

　　 "Huh!" Han Ming glanced around, probably knowing what will happen next, took a long breath, and waited quietly.

　　 A sudden dizziness appeared in Han Ming's mind. Han Ming had no time to react. He fainted and fell straight back, but instead of falling, he was supported by someone.

　　 "Master, what's wrong with you?" The little hand, which has been soft and boneless, supported Han Ming's younger generation, and asked with concern.

Han Ming opened his eyes, there was chaos in his head, he rubbed his temples vigorously before thinking of something, struggling to get up, and smiled at the petite beauty in front of him: "Nan'er, it’s okay. Incomplete immunity."

"Well, Master, Hua Lao let you go over, saying that Baizhi's blood poison has been removed, and I must reward you well!" Nan'er, wearing an emerald green maid dress, took the clothes Han Ming put aside and was about to wait. Han Ming dresses.

"Master Hua called me? Okay, I got it!" Han Ming stood up slowly, put on the clothes Nan'er had taken, and then raised his foot and walked towards a stone gate not far away. Nan'er is cute. The trot keeps up.

　　 walked to a stone gate, and before Han Ming could report to him, there was already a gentle voice, "Come in directly!" This voice was not Huazhen or who it was.

Pushing open the stone door, Han Ming entered the stone chamber behind, and at a glance he saw the old man sitting on the stone bed, with white hair and beard, gentle smiles on his face, and the appearance of the bones of the fairy wind, if he took another shot of floating dust , I am afraid that no one believes that it is an old god.

　　 Just such a ‘charity’ old man, but a fiend who has poisoned millions of creatures.

　　 "The disciple pays homage to Master Hua!" Han Ming bowed respectfully.

　　 "Hmm!" The old man nodded, stood up gently, walked to Han Ming's side, touched his head condescendingly, and kicked it down, hitting his chest with a kick.

　　 Just one blow caused Han Ming's breastbone to be broken by more than half. He squirted blood and flew out directly, hitting the rock wall, sliding down like a puddle of mud, coughing up blood.

　　 "Master, Master!" Nan'er knelt on the ground, holding Han Ming, who had only vented air but had no air intake, at a loss.

"To blame, the Poison King Grass is so tempting. Your body was born for the Poison King Overlord Body. In order to be the teacher's long-cherished wish, you sacrificed it once, okay?" Old Hua slowly walked towards Han Ming's eyes are full of green, like wolf eyes that seep in the dark night.

"Old Hua, please don't kill the young master, the young master is very obedient and filial, please don't kill him!" Nan'er knelt on the ground and climbed to the edge of the old Hua, pulling at the corner of the old Hua, sadly Begged.

　　 "Go away!" Hua Lao gave a light kick, and Nan'er also vomited blood, was kicked out, and rolled over to not far from Han Ming, coughing up blood.

"You little girl is still affectionate and righteous to you, then you are not at a loss. If you die, there will be someone with you, but it can't be regarded as my master who treated you badly!" Old Hua said lightly, and then gently After flipping it, he took out a silver needle that was as thin as a cow's hair.

　　 Old Hua, Chao Han Ming and Nan'er walked over slowly.

　　 "Master!" Nan'er was spitting blood at the corner of her mouth, struggling to crawl towards Han Ming, with a long blood trail behind her, but she was still crawling forward.

Old Hua took a step forward, stepped on Nan'er's slender arm, and said coldly: "Interesting and interesting, old man, I haven't seen such a situation for a long time, it really touched me!" Then his eyes Turning around, he smiled and said, "Little girl, now I'll give you a chance to survive. As long as you kill your short-lived young master, I will spare your life!"

　　 After speaking, Hua Lao threw a faint blue dagger and thrust it diagonally on the floor.

"Old Hua, please don't kill the young master. If you want to kill, kill the young maid. The young master is very good and you will definitely be filial to you in the future!" Nan'er hugged the leg of the old man with the other hand and continued to beg road.

"The Chi family has made some progress over the years. It's just that the Blood Guard can do this. I didn't expect that a little maid could be trained to be like this. I really want to show up for the master!" Old Hua raised his eyebrow. Throwing away Nan'er's arm, she looked at Han Ming again, and said with a smile: "You little maid is willing to die for you, you are willing to die for her, if you are willing, use this dagger to judge yourself, and then I will Let her go!"

Han Ming frowned, looked at Nan'er, whose face was full of tears, and looked at Hua Lao, who was calm and abnormal, but showed a chill from the inside out. He vomited a big mouthful of blood again and spoke for the first time: "Master seriously?"

"You and I are a master and apprentice. If your body is not the material for refining the Poison King, I would not kill you as a teacher! Why play with you before you die? This little maid is insignificant, so just let it go. Let it go, what can it get in the way?" Old Hua said faintly, and then gently kicked, the dagger flew obliquely in front of Han Ming.

　　 struggling to pull up the dagger, Han Ming glanced at the crying pear blossoms and rained. Nan'er, who shouted ‘no master, no master’, slashed the iron-cut dagger in his hand towards the neck and cut it down.

But at this critical moment, a golden lock-like birthmark on Han Ming's clothes flashed slightly. Han Ming stopped the dagger in his hand abruptly, took the dagger away, looked at Hua Lao, and then again. Looking at Chun'er, his face was full of lingering fears.

"Why, I don't want to die? That's okay, I'll send you away together!" Hua Lao looked calm when he saw this, and with a light force, a toothache came from Nan'er's arm that was stepped on the sole of his foot. The sound of breaking.

　　 "Ah." Chun'er screamed, her arms curled into a ball.

　　 Regardless of Hua Lao, Han Ming struggled to move in front of Nan'er, reached out his hand to hold up Nan'er's small chin, and stared at Nan'er's gentle and beautiful face.

　　 "Master, Nan'er is not afraid of death, and Nan'er will take care of you when he dies!" Nan'er endured the pain and wept in grief.

Han Ming wiped away the tears from the corners of Nan'er's eyes, smiled gently, and then with force, easily twisted the soft and slender neck, and whispered: "As expected of my demon, you are an illusion. , I have completely simulated the image of Nan'er in my mind, and I don’t distinguish between true and false!"

　　 "So simply and decisively, you are not afraid of killing a wrong person, and killed a little girl who was willing to sacrifice her life for you in vain!" Old Hua looked at Han Ming, who was slowly standing up, and said rather strangely.

"Since you dare to do it, naturally you are not afraid of killing your mistakes!" Han Ming stood up slowly, and then gently waved his sleeves, the surrounding scenes instantly shattered, and even Hua Lao had spent the ashes disappeared. Only Nan'er's body still exists on the ground.

　　 Black gas flashed, and a black gas emerged from Nan'er's corpse. It condensed slightly not far away and turned into a black magic shadow, staring at Han Mingjie’s weird smile.

　　 "Hmph, go ahead, let's see what other tricks you have!" Han Ming said lightly, then closed his eyes directly.

　　..........

　　 Jiangguo Cangyou County Lord's Mansion, a snow-white old man sitting on the bed, looking affectionately at an old woman who is also hanging down on the bed, tears appeared in the chaotic eyes.

　　 Behind the old man, there was a large group of people, old and young, all looking at the old woman on the bed with concern.

　　 "Although none of the children are capable, I have been satisfied for the rest of my life." The old woman said softly.

　　 "I'm satisfied with the old age!" The old man touched the old woman gently, and then slowly said, "Let's go!"

　　 The old woman nodded, closed her eyes slowly, and lost her breath.

　　 fell silent for a while on the old woman. The old man slowly straightened his waist, tidyed up the clothes for the old woman, then turned his head, and looked at the half-hundred man wearing brocade robe and gray hair behind him.

"The third child, are you not ready to do it? The swordsman outside the room can come in. As long as you kill the father and your fifth brother, and then put the blame on your fifth brother, you will be able to take over the family leader in a justified manner. That's it!" The old man slowly said.

Hearing this, the face of the man in Jinpao changed drastically, looking at the old man in front of him, his face was full of horror, but after thinking about it, the color of determination flashed in his eyes, he took a few steps backwards, and at the same time he shouted: "kill."

The voice of this brocade robe fell. A large group of black-clothed men rushed in from the outside with sharp blades in their hands. They killed people when they saw them. In a moment, blood was flowing in the whole house, and there was a strong smell of blood everywhere, except for the hair. The white old man stood by the bed, surrounded by a group of people in black.

"Father, you are now a hundred years old. Your mother is gone, but are you still attached to the world? Why don't you leave the funeral affairs to your son. The son will be buried in a beautiful scene, and the father has just fulfilled the vow he and his mother back then. , Live in the same bed, die in the same acupuncture point!" The Jinpao old man said in a deep voice.

The old man by the bed stared at the old man in Jinyi for a while, and then sighed faintly: "Take a closer look, this is already the twentieth time. Your strength has been weakened to a certain extent, otherwise it will not be too long. I regained my sanity ten years ago, but after all these years of consumption, can your power still create an illusion?"

　　 "Father, what are you talking about? I think you are really confused!" The old man in Jinpao changed his face when he heard that, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and slammed down the old man by the bed.

　　 But before the sharp sword pierced the old man, it was like a heavy blow, and it shattered directly. The old man in brocade robe, and the world around him, and the old woman who died peacefully on the bed.

"Han Ming, don't be mad, you are me, I am you, you are not dead, I am not dead, when I come back, it will be the day when you die!" A ruthless remark in Han Ming's ears The side reverberates.

On the 　　 Yingmu, the previous three flowers have withered. Instead, three chubby little dolls hung on the branches, with all facial features, shaking hands and dancing, like the legendary ginseng fruit.

　　 "叱!" With the three shouts in unison, the essence of the infant wood flows into the sea like ten thousand, and rushes towards the bodies of the three little babies.

　　 In just a moment, the infant wood went from bottom to top, disintegrating layer by layer, turning into an invisible aura and disappearing, while the three little dolls were struggling to open their eyes together.

　　 When the infant wood was completely dissipated, the three little dolls opened their eyes at the same time, and fell down from the midair together, sitting crouched in the sky above the sword pond, all casting spells, mobilizing the essence of the whole body and making up for the essence of the original infant.

After a long time, the three little dolls opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other, with a strange color flashing in their eyes at the same time. This is a strange feeling, the feeling of seeing yourself, not a mirror. Reflecting, that is, I have seen myself!

Three white and tender babies~www.wuxiaspot.com~Three appearances, the first is pale golden, except for the color, it is not much different from the ordinary Yuanying, and the second is jet-black. The hands and feet are thick, and the eyebrows are inlaid with a crystal of black spar, but it is the nucleus of Rahu's life before. The last one is the most peculiar, not physical, but a white flame like a baby. Sat there cross-legged.

　　 "Finally the baby is born!" The pale golden baby looked at himself, then looked at the two babies beside him, and said with a voice of milk and milk, with a tone of excitement that could not be concealed.

　　 "Yes, if there is no change, you will have a thousand years of life!" the black baby said.

　　 "You also have a ten-thousand-year life, but remember to hurry up and practice. If you die, you still need me to regroup the three corpses!" The white flame villain said faintly.

The pale golden villain looked at the two people who had the same origin but had different lives, and silently closed his mouth. He is a human body, and his life span is very short. Nian Shou Yuan, a ghost bone of unpredictable origin, Shou Yuan does not know the geometry, it may be thirty thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or it may be endless.

　　 "Get familiar with Yuan Ying a little bit, and then prepare to start the last step. The infant technique seems to be a bit special. It doesn't even need to condense the form. After the heart devil tribulation, it will condense the infant directly!" The white flame villain slowly said.

"That's right, since the baby has already been formed, let’s start the last step while Yuanying is not yet familiar with it. The success of this step is more important than that of the baby!" Nodded.

　　 "It's not too late, let's start over there!" The black Yuan Ying said with a smile. The Second World Fairy Way