"Is it really her in the Land of Falling Spirits!" Han Ming was silent, squinting for a while.

After a long time, Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Yiling on the side. His confidence suddenly increased, and he said coldly: "Let's go, then go here to see if it's back. It's really back, let's count the old grudges and the old grudges together!"

Not sure what Han Ming was talking about, and Han Ming was reluctant to say it. Yiling could only take Han Ming away to the northwest with depression. The speed was so fast that the cultivators of Yuanying stage were beyond the reach of the dust.

Half a month later, at the junction of Beiyuan and Xiling, Han Ming looked at the wind and snow in the distance, gave an order, plunged straight into it, and rushed to the land of the meteorite hundreds of miles away. It was here. , He met the blood jade spider for the first time.

As he approached the land of the meteorite quickly, Han Ming suddenly remembered something, and turned his head back to Xi Ling solemnly instructed: "Soon, you may encounter an opponent who can teleport, and the speed is not worse than the monk’s Yuan Ying. The method is unique, and it can also control the space cracks. At the time, it was only the strength of the fifth-order monster, but it was able to compete with the Nascent Soul Stage. You should be careful. Ran."

Han Ming is so serious that Xi Ling hasn't seen it a few times, and immediately knowing that there is nothing to lose this time, so he replied decisively: "Okay!"

Han Ming nodded in satisfaction, and continued to fly forward, and it didn't take long to reach the Land of the Fallen Spirit.

From the outside, the Land of the Fallen Spirit was very different from the last time Han Ming came. The buildings outside of the Nether Ghost Sect were all damaged, and there were no traces of monks. They seemed to have been abandoned.

This is also reasonable. The meteorite in the Land of the Fallen Spirit has been taken away, and there is no special effect of the Northern Yuan Skylight and the spirituality of the cultivation magic weapon. This dense land no longer has any value, the Nether Ghost Sect and it Naturally, the joint sect will not continue to send people to station here.

The space in the Land of the Fallen Spirit is unstable, and there are space cracks everywhere. The danger is no worse than the depths of the Land of the Fallen Immortal. It is an unusually dangerous place. Even the cultivators of the Nascent Soul Stage cannot enter it, and the creatures are completely stopped. .

Standing outside the Land of Falling Spirits, Yi Ling sensed his surroundings, with a hint of joy on his face, and said to Han Ming in a respectful voice: "Young Master, the pink skull aura disappeared here, so I should have entered. But it is also. It’s strange, the space in front is very unstable, there should be many space cracks, ordinary people can't get in at all, how did she get in! Is it the same as the young master, you have a talent for space? And she has rushed so far Coming here does not exist like a puppet who has been eroded by evil spirits."

"It's useless to say more, just go in and have a look!" Han Ming let out a long sigh, and walked forward.

These spatial cracks can stop ordinary monks, but they can't stop him. Since he got the inheritance mark of the female Luo Hu, he can motivate the spirit of devouring thunder, and it is too easy to find the location of the spatial cracks, and enter this land of falling spirits. It's almost flat on the ground!

Although Yiling is powerful, it can't detect the location of the space crack. Once it hits the space crack, although it is not fatal, it is not easy, so it can only follow in Han Ming's footsteps.

After entering the front for five or six miles, Han Ming sensed that the number of space cracks around was much less, and there was an open area several hundred meters wide in front of him, and there were no space cracks at all.

Walking out of the space crack zone, Han Ming raised his head and looked forward, and immediately saw something that resembled an altar not far away, covered with layers of blood stains, exuding a strong smell of decay.

Under that layer of blood stains are a series of raised lines, intertwined with each other, forming an incomparably mysterious formation. Han Ming just glanced at it, and felt a tingling in his brain, as if his mental power seemed to be sharpened. The awl stabbed fiercely.

It was a strong evil spirit, so strong that it was terrifying. Even people with strong evil spirits like Han Ming could not keep up. They felt a little panic when they got closer.

"This formation should have a great origin!" Looking at the formation over there, Yi Ling's pupils shrank slightly.

"Did you see it?" Han Ming asked.

"I didn't see it, it's just that these patterns are too mysterious. The little slave seemed to have seen something similar on the altar of a certain saint ancestor by chance tens of thousands of years ago. This should not be seen by my level!" Xi Ling said solemnly, with a little more seriousness on her face.

This kind of formation actually appeared, and the so-called Land of the Fallen Spirit was not as simple as it imagined!

Lifting his eyes and continuing to look at the altar, Han Ming saw a cross-shaped pillar with a dead body hanging on it, his feet were off the ground, his eyebrows, and his arms were firmly nailed to death by a blood-colored nail.

There is no trace of flesh and blood on the dead body, all is just a layer of dry old skin, firmly attached to the bones, looking from the front, you can see two hollow eye sockets and a screaming mouth.

The dead body is petite, and should be a female corpse. She should have been wearing an emerald green dress before she was alive, but it was eroded by unknown blood stains. It has already faded. Now we can only see the faint green and the old dead. The skins fuse together.

With a gentle wave, a pair of remaining armor flew out of the dead body and fell into Han Ming's hands, instantly making his face gloomy as water.

He knew this remnant armor. It was a set of female inner armors that he had snatched from two men of the Zhuang Yun family. He had asked Ran Qixi to sell it in the Qi Sect, but he didn't sell it.

Later, under Ran Qixi's intentional or unintentional hints several times, he threw this useless inner armor to Ran Qixi, and he kept wearing it next to his body with joy.

Now that I saw this broken armor, and then looked at the clothes remaining on the dead body, it was exactly the same as when Ran Qixi was captured by the blood jade spider. Han Ming couldn't guess who the dead body on the altar was.

The beauty that was once alive has now become this look!

"This person must have suffered some special torture before she died, and the top of her head and wrists are all special spiritual artifacts, just to make her suffer all the time, let her die full of resentment, and some kind of our holy race The special blood sacrifice method is somewhat similar~lightnovelpub.net~ Yiling looked at the dead corpse hanging on the stone pillar with some sympathy.

Looking at Han Ming in a blink of an eye, Yi Ling's face changed. It found that Han Ming's face was a bit too ugly, and his eyes were all cold, even though it looked a little trembling.

Looking at the dead corpse on the altar again, the antelope came up with a bad idea. This dead corpse will not be the person that the young master of his family cares about. The young master of the family is basically happy, anger, and colorless. , But it was angered like this, it was definitely killing intent.

The person behind torturing the dead body is almost done.

"Put her down!" Han Ming said with closed eyes.

With Han Ming's appearance, Xi Ling didn't dare to speak any more, and nodded repeatedly, before going up and laying down the dead body nailed to the pillar.

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