"Young Master, wait a minute." Yiling yelled, and at the same time swept out a large swath of magic energy, covering Han Ming, forming a black armor, covering Han Ming's whole body, trying to protect Han Ming The body is protected from the erosion of the Taotao River in the big river.

But its devilish energy only covered Han Ming, and it was pierced by the fierce breath in the river. Literally.

Originally thought Han Ming was afraid that he would be seriously injured, but what happened next was that Yiling's eyes widened. Han Ming's foot that rose into the river was actually intact, and the sharp aura around him hit Han Ming. His skin went around on its own.

　　 Han Ming slowly retracted his foot, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had anticipated this situation early.

　　 "Young Master, what's going on!" Yiling looked at Han Ming's undamaged feet in disbelief, her eyes rounded.

Han Ming did not pay attention to the antelope, but turned over and took out a set of neat clothes, replaced the robes that had been torn apart by the fierce breath of the river, and then patted the bag of the spirit beast, facing Yi Ling said: "Come in, I will take you over."

　　 "Oh." Yiling nodded in a daze. Although he was full of doubts, it was still obedient and turned into a ball of demonic energy, and got into Han Ming's beast bag.

Han Ming looked around and made sure that there was no one. Then he shook his sleeves, the whole body Hualunjue's exercises circulated quickly, and the sword energy that had been cultivated by Huajianjue erupted from his body one after another. A circle of sword-qi light curtain was formed, and then he stepped forward without hesitation, and entered the nine-color river that was two hundred feet wide.

　　 As soon as Han Ming stepped into this big river, the nearby river section seemed to boil, "glu, glu," bubbling, and at the same time the sharp aura around him moved violently towards this side.

The magic armor released by the antelope before could not stop the sharp breath of the river. Now the sharp aura in the small half of the river has gathered, and the destructive power can be imagined. Even if it is the existence of old zombies, I am afraid It can't take a breath.

It stands to reason that Han Ming, a cultivator in the late stage of the formation of pill, stepped into it, absolutely seeking his own death, even if he is a pure-blooded Luo Hu, it doesn’t work, but those fierce auras only gathered and hit the sword and shield outside Han Ming, unexpectedly autonomous. The U-turn, like a headless fly, bumping around.

These fierce auras dashed and cut in all directions, but they didn’t go to Han Ming’s side. Direction away.

"This river really has a lot to do with Huajianjue, Hualunjue, and Body-Transformation. Among the nine auras in this river, the sharp and heavy auras clearly correspond to Huajianjue and Transformation-Sword!" Han Ming I read silently in my heart.

　　While crossing the river, Han Ming thought of a lot, most of which were about the origins of the exercises he majored in.

　　Hua Lunjue was obtained from a shop in Sanmen Township under the jurisdiction of the Zhuang Yun family. The price is not high.

Although when he got the Hualunjue, the shopkeeper told Han Ming that Hualunjue had an extraordinary origin and was an unknown and incomplete exercise from the deepest part of the Netherbone Plateau, but Han Ming didn't care at the time. I thought that the shopkeeper deliberately edited or exaggerated it in order to increase the price.

But looking back now, this chakra is definitely from a very extraordinary origin, and I am afraid that it may involve the master of this huge black mountain, whether it is chakra chakra, sword chakra, or a chakra chakra that has not practiced much, All run by themselves in this big river.

Feeling the constant buzzing of the many flying swords at the pubic area, and even wanting to get out of the body, Han Ming's face showed a hint of balance, and he gritted his teeth slightly, and opened his mouth to release a Wansha Sacrificing Bone Inverse Yuan Sword. .

As soon as the Wansha sacrifice bone Niyuan sword was spit out from Han Ming’s mouth, it plunged into the big river, as if struggling for a long time on the bank, but was dropped into the water as a swimming fish, around Han Ming. Fly up and down, continuously pulling the surrounding fierce aura to smelt into the sword body.

　　 And as a large amount of fierce aura entered the sword body, the silver Wansha Sacrifice Bone Niyuan Sword still slowly released a dazzling light, and the whole body was faintly permeated with a fierce aura like the river water.

　　 This Wansha Sacrifice Bone Niyuan Sword uses the river water to temper its sword body independently!

Although hiding in Han Ming’s bag of spirit beasts, it doesn’t mean that Xi Ling couldn’t perceive the outside world. When he sensed that Han Ming’s natal flying sword had penetrated into the river, he didn’t suffer any damage. Instead, he smelted the river water on its own. The fierce breath, stunned again, it couldn't resist the breath of the river, but it was easily blocked again. Its young master's magic weapon was even more powerful, and it was able to use the surrounding river breath to smelt the sword.

Yiling's divine consciousness turned around Han Ming secretly, and there was some fluctuation in his heart. Its young master is worthy of being a pure-blooded and ancient spirit, and cannot be measured by realm at all. Moreover, his temperament and quality are also good, and he has become a big man. potential.

　　 Yiling felt that it was not too difficult to assist the young master to reach a safe adulthood. He didn't even need to do more, and the young master could struggle to grow up by himself.

I thought that Han Ming would continue to move forward next, letting the magic weapon of his life be tempered in the river, but Yiling did not expect that this young master would have a mouth and a handle similar to the previous one. Flying swords flew out of his mouth in groups.

　　 One handle after another, they merged into a silver torrent, all plunged into the river, and counted carefully, there were a total of four hundred and thirty-two handles.

Yiling was dumbfounded again. This young master had so many flying swords. It seemed to be a complete set. Each set of 36 handles, a total of twelve sets, so many natal magic weapons. It is said to be unprecedented, but it is also rare in ancient and modern times!

"The spirits of the ancients are not the same. It cannot be judged by common sense. It should be the same for other spirits of the ancients!" Yiling comforted herself, and then moved her attention from the flying sword to Han Ming, because Han Ming is now He set off again to swim towards the other shore.

　　At this time, on the other side of the big river, Gui Ying and Tai Yizong had exhausted their patience for the seven Yuan Ying period, and they all started to prepare to cross the river.

The seven monks of Taiyi Sect repeated their old tricks, planning to use the method of passing through the stone ladder to forcefully cross the river with the Wansha sword array, but the first of them stepped into the river and was covered by a colorful mist. Suddenly he convulsed and fell to the ground, his complexion turning purple.

The other monks of Taiyi sect hurriedly cast the spell and pulled him back, but found that the body of the monk of the Nascent Soul Stage had been necrotic and could not be used at all. Not only that, the Nasdaq of the Nascent Stage monk also fainted directly. , The whole body changed from the original bright white to a strange gray.

Too a monk was taken aback. I never expected that the river water was so powerful, highly poisonous, and not an ordinary innocence. It can be easily poisoned against the monks in the Yuan Ying period, completely surpassing the immortal world. The top ten deadly poisons of the vibe.

　　 With this lesson learned, how dare the many monks of Taiyi sect continue to move forward, tidy up, take the unconscious Yuan Ying of the same sect Taishang elder, turn around and leave.

Now there is one less of the six finalists. Even if Feng Qingyang can make it up, it will be a little unsatisfactory after all. If you play with this old ghost of the Sky Ghost Sect, the winning rate is already less than 40%, so I should leave quickly. Is better.

　　Gui Ying turned his head and looked at Taiyi's six monks fleeing, but did not stop it, but continued to turn his head to look at the big river in front of him, with a chubby little hand resting his cheek, thoughtfully.

"Swordsmanship, physique, poison, spells, pupils, spirits..., nine sets of methods, there is no specific method, I am afraid that no one will be able to enter!" Gui Ying whispered, but continued Then came down with a sneer: "It's a pity, when it comes to the understanding of the nine methods, in this vast world, I call the ghost the second, no one dares to call the first, but ninety-nine percent of the memories are still lost, the only one All I remember is spells."

Gui Ying grinned, and raised his feet slightly, and slowly circled the entire river. It was looking for a crossing point, just like Han Ming was looking for a river section full of fierce breath. .

　　 The last ghost infant stopped in front of a narrow section of the river, looking at the big gray misty river, he smiled, raised his foot and walked forward without hesitation, with a confident smile on his face.

　　 Different from the colorful fog not long ago, the gray fog on this section of the river is very special, just like the mist in the early morning on the wild lake, the coolness is cold and cold, and just looking at it, it feels a little uncomfortable.

Gui Ying went straight forward, thumping in the water, swimming towards the other side of the river, and did not encounter any special attacks, without the sharp aura of the river section of Han Ming~lightnovelpub.net~ and there is no one monk who chooses that river. Duan gas.

　　 This section of the river seems to be an ordinary river.

The Gui Ying kept swimming forward, without stopping, but when it was a little and a half, there was a "plop" behind it, and a big goat carrying a handsome young man in a green robe chased the Gui Ying. Swim over.

　　 "Thank you, please stay!" The big white goat shouted loudly.

　　Gui Ying sneered coldly, but didn't pay any attention at all, just swimming forward.

　　 "Plops, plops..." A series of falling water sounds, the six monks of Taiyi Sect did not know when they would come back, and they swam towards the other side of the river.

"The heavenly ghost and Daoist friend can find a safe river section. It is really glaring. Please stay. If you have something to discuss with you, go to the other side and hunt for treasures together. Otherwise, I will not blame this seat." Yiling said loudly. Shouted.

　　 "Senior Yiling, this old ghost doesn't stop, he intends to monopolize the treasure. Let's stop it together." Feng Qingyang said to Yiling.

　　 "Alright!" Yi Ling said buzzingly, and then she slammed her hoof forward, transforming into a phantom of a ten-foot-sized hoof, and stepped on the sky ghost.

　　 The monks of Taiyizong met their eyes and started to move, a large amount of sword energy rolled towards the ghost infant.

　　Gui Ying simply ignored the two teams behind, regardless of the phantom above his head or the sword energy behind his back, he kept swimming forward, and it seemed that something terrible would happen if he stopped. I want to talk about "" with more like-minded people, follow "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find friends~