With his feet lifted out of the retreat, Han Ming smiled and found Vivian who was playing in the water on a lake behind the Moyu Palace. The lake water was a strange sky blue color, extremely clear, reflecting the clean sky, the water and sky blended, and it was extremely strange.

This lake, which is like a piece of clean and flawless amber, is not a side object. It is the green lake water that Han Ming secretly collected during the West Binghai. It was placed on the reverse scale of his neck. After trading with Yipao Pavilion, he built this lake in the back mountain.

Han Ming stood on the shore, looking at Concubine Wei who was floating around leisurely in the water, a smile appeared slightly on the corner of her mouth. She really thought that Jing was beautiful and beautiful, but her thoughts were not considered a white flower!

At first, Han Ming thought that even if he became a dual cultivation partner with Concubine Wei, he would only respect each other as guests. However, he did not expect Concubine Wei to be so special and so unique. They did not look like a dual cultivation partner formed by accidental entanglement, but they were like Yun Shang and Xiang Fei as natural as Yun Fei.

Now Han Ming is wondering whether he has advanced to the God Transformation Stage and is about to ascend to the Demon Realm, should he have to wait for Concubine Huo to smuggle with her, and even if he encounters an unexpected accident, he will bear it together.

Even the magical spirit herbs obtained by Moqi Cave, he also thought of giving half of them to Concubine Que.

After shook his head, Han Ming threw these things behind his head, stepped forward gently, and walked in the air. Soon, he arrived at Concubine Que, who was lying in the center of the lake, closing his beautiful eyes and drifting with the flow.

Concubine Wei opened her lively eyes slightly, glanced at Han Ming, and continued to squint her eyes, with a very comfortable expression.

"You don't feel comfortable if you have not broken through the realm of your husband!" Han Mingfei fell down, and there was a hint of resentment in his tone.

"What are you comforting? How many years older than me? You are already at the peak of the mid-term, and you are far away from those geniuses. Where can you comfort me? It's almost the same for you to comfort me. Although you are in the mid-term, you can't do it without a hundred years!" Concubine Wei narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Han Ming slantedly.

Han Ming refused to say anything when he heard this, but just flew down and sank directly into the water. The splashing water hit Concubine Wei in the face. Then he put his arms together and picked up Concubine Wei in the whole way and pulled him into the water: "For the husband, we must calm the family style!"

"Ha, what did you say, little Hanzi?" Concubine Wei frowned and scolded with a full sense of pride.

"Revitalize the husband's principles!" Han Ming smiled, and the two ghost hands under the water became unhonest. He wandered back and forth on the concave and concise concubine, making him struggle, and couldn't help but giggle.

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The life of immortal cultivators with great minds has always been boring. Apart from hard practice, they think about how to break through the realm. Han Ming and Concubine Wei are such people, so they have been together for half a year and started their own cultivation again.

Concubine Wei wants to stay in the Nightmare Demon Sect. After all, the Demonic Dao Conference will be held in the Nightmare Demon Sect in five years, and he also began to cast a second altar for sacrifice to the sky. Han Ming planned to go out. His current realm is a bit strange. He said it was the peak in the middle stage, but his magic power has reached the level of a great monk. If he said he was a late stage cultivator, his realm has not yet reached it.

This situation is quite similar to the scene when he first tried to build a foundation. His magic power was liquefied, and his strength was comparable to the foundation building stage, but the realm did not rise. Han Ming didn't know why such inexplicable things always happened to him!

Han Ming’s current cultivation level is useless just by meditation. If you go out for a while and relax, the state may naturally pass.

But before Han Ming left the Nightmare Demon Sect, he felt that the surrounding environment began to change. It was a kind of panic from the depths of his heart and an illusion of the end of the world.

Not only him, but also Concubine Wei, but also the entire Nightmare Demon Sect cultivator, or the Middle Earth Continent, the North Continent, and other creatures in the Immortal Cultivation World.

At the same time, billions of creatures stagnated. No matter what they were doing, they looked up in panic and looked around, trying to find the source of the fear, but found nothing.

Looking up at the vast sky, Han Ming suddenly understood the reason and began. The weakening of the vitality of heaven and earth, and the human world was about to weaken. After this weakening, the cultivators in this world would have no possibility of breaking through the God Transformation Stage under normal circumstances!

"It's been so late, and it's finally started!" Han Ming said to himself, pinched his magic tricks, and flew towards the depths of the Nightmare Demon Sect. He didn't care about the monks of the Nightmare Demon Sect who walked out of the cave below. He wanted to find Concubine Hu to see how Concubine Hu's altar was refined.

Han Ming didn't fly far away, and saw Concubine Wei flying towards him.

"Have you sensed it? The weakening of vitality has begun!" Concubine Wei came up and spoke directly.

"It's started, but now it's just a preview. According to the information I have learned before, I think this great decline in vitality will begin for twenty years. We don't have much time left for us. Now the land of blessing should have been manifested!" Han Ming nodded, and his tone was a little more solemn.

"Although twenty years are enough to prepare, it is of great importance and cannot waste time. I will go back to cast the second altar of sacrifice to heaven. My husband, please look for two places of blessing to set up the altar of sacrifice to heaven and take over the legacy of heaven. We will not be with the third uncle, uncle and the others!" Concubine Qu said directly.

"Okay, it's not time to go, let's take action separately!" Han Ming nodded.

"Although the remains of heaven and earth are endless, there are not many places of blessing, and those who know this must not be ordinary people, and there will even be old monsters who are not old. If there is a conflict, my husband should not act rashly. Come back. Our Nightmare Demon Sect is the first sect of the Demon Way. If it comes forward, it is not difficult to grab two or three places of blessing, and be careful!”

"I understand. Fei'er will forge an altar for sacrifice to heaven in the sect. She will find two places of blessing for her husband and come back and take you there!" Han Ming nodded, then stopped saying anything more, waved his sleeves and flew away in the distance.

Concubine Wei was looking at Han Ming's back in place, and until he disappeared from the horizon, he slowly withdrew his gaze, thought for a while, and went back to cast the altar of sacrifice for heaven. Calculate the time, the other four altars of sacrifice for heaven in the Nightmare Demon Sect should have been successfully cast.

At the same time, Concubine Secret, two great monks, as well as the two palace masters of Tiandi Xuanhuang, also went out of seclusion and sent a large number of disciples to go out to follow the map to find the place of blessing.

The news of the Heavenly Sacrifice Altar was informed by Concubine Wei to the senior management of the Nightmare Demon Sect. Of course, this was also obtained from Han Ming's consent. After all, Concubine Wei still had a sense of belonging to the Nightmare Demon Sect, especially her excellent uncle.

The reason why the four palace masters of the Nightmare Demon Sect did not go out was for the Demonic Dao Conference four and a half years later. Once the Demonic Dao Conference ended, they would go out immediately and settle in the Land of Blessings.

Not only the Nightmare Demon Sect, after the omen from the sky, some powerful forces moved one after another, including Xuanbing Palace, Zhiyang Gate, Shamo Demon Sect, Yipao Pavilion, Zhao Kingdom royal family, and an extremely hidden casual cultivator force.

After leaving the Nightmare Demon Sect, Han Ming recalled the jade slip that Ku Ling gave him back to him. It not only records the method of refining the altar of sacrifice to heaven, but also explains some details about inheriting the legacy of heaven, including the place of blessing!

The relic of heaven is quite similar to the return of mortals. It is not that it has truly restored its peak state, but that it is a paper tiger that just mobilizes the energy from other places and squeezes it into a specific area, so that the concentration of energy in that place can greatly increase.

These specific areas are the land of blessings. Only when the altar of sacrifice to heaven is placed in the land of blessings, and monks bathe and fast and worship the heavens devoutly can they attract the infusion of the remains of heaven and earth.

The jade slip records that the area where the blessing land appears is random and will not appear until the energy of heaven and earth begins to decline. This is also the reason why Han Ming has been in seclusion for so many years, but is hurried out to look for it.

After flying out of the Nightmare Demon Sect, Han Ming thought for a moment, and then flew in a certain direction according to the flow of vital energy around him.

After wandering outside for three years, Han Ming flew for hundreds of thousands of miles, and finally found a place of blessing in the mountains near the junction of the three kingdoms of Han, Zhao and Wei. However, he unexpectedly discovered that there were already people here, and there were still many people!

A mountain in the distance was wearing a white robe from Xuanbing Palace. Han Ming looked over and found the Ku Ling. There was a handsome young man next to the Ku Ling and a monkey-like spirit beast.

Ku Ling also saw Han Ming and nodded and smiled secretly at this side.

Han Ming nodded and then turned to look at a stone pavilion not far away, and found the old man who sent his son and his mother to separate the Yuan stone from the Yibo Pavilion. There was an old man standing next to the old man, who was also a late existence.

The three pavilions of the Yibo Pavilion are all here!

Behind these three pavilions was the mortal woman, who was still playing a Jiaowei zither. The sound of the piano was melodious and melodious, attracting many monks present to look over.

On a mountain more than a hundred miles away, there were more than ten monks wearing golden robes guarding, including three great monks. Han Ming immediately knew which force this was. The first sect of the righteous path, Zhiyang Sect, was stronger than the Nightmare Demon Sect!

The last force, the members of the Kun family of the Zhao royal family, were a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. He sat on a large bluestone with a blue stone table in front of him with a chessboard on it.

This elegant middle-aged man holds a black piece in his left hand and a white piece in his right hand, as if he is playing chess with himself.

"The Seventh Uncle of Zhao State!" Han Ming whispered, and suddenly understood that this identity was a famous cultivator in Middle Earth, and his strength was definitely among the top three in the Nascent Soul Stage of Middle Earth!

After glanced around, Han Ming remained silent, just guarding a small hill, which was to seize the hill.

After sitting on a clean boulder, Han Ming looked at the place where Xuanbing Palace was, frowned slightly, and he felt a little doubtful. The jade slip mentioned the land of blessing. He thought it was separated one by one, but he didn't expect that the entire Middle Earth was just one area, but fortunately the range was not small, with a radius of five or six hundred miles!

If the person who received the blessing only had the presence of the blessing, the size of the blessing land would be more than enough, but this was obviously impossible. The years that came first were just pioneers. There were still many people who came to grab the place. Only one Nightmare Demon Sect, and there were five palace masters who had not arrived yet.

"There are more wolves and fewer meats. It seems that before taking over the legacy of heaven and earth, there will be a fight. Those who are not strong can only be kicked away from the center!" Han Ming said to himself, but it doesn't matter then. His magic power is now comparable to that of a great monk, and his physical strength has improved significantly. Naturally, he is not afraid of other great monks. As long as it is not that old monster who attacks him personally, he will not be in danger of his life.

And even if there is an old monster in the God Transformation Stage who is trying to attack him and forced him to be too impatient, he would use that method to burn both jade and stone. Then maybe who will be more miserable? After all, the God Transformation Stage in the human world is stuck at the bottleneck in the early stage.

Rubbing his hands, Han Ming closed his eyes and waited quietly. Like the seventh uncle of Zhao State, he turned a blind eye to the things outside the window.

Originally, Han Ming was thinking about who would attack him and let him kill the chicken to scare the monkeys and shock the surrounding forces, but he didn't expect that no one around came to provoke him. They were all guarding their own hills and confronting each other in a distance.

Time flies very quickly, and two years passed in a flash. Many forces were like an old monk entering into meditation, without interfering with each other. Until a golden-robed Nascent Soul storage bag in Zhiyangmen buzzed, he took out a special magic weapon.

After a little checking the magic weapon, the golden-robed Nascent Soul Stage suddenly changed his face and immediately handed the magic weapon to the three great monks of Zhiyang Sect. When the three great monks sensed it, they immediately lost their calm expression, and their faces were full of absurdity.

Many monks of Zhiyang Sect sensed the magic weapon and immediately talked about it, and even pointed at Han Ming.

Not long after, the major forces in Yipao Pavilion, the Seven Uncles of Zhao State, and Xuanbing Palace learned some news through special magic weapons, all of which were like Zhiyangmen, with a look of surprise and suspicion on their faces. Looking at Han Ming from afar, some monks actually had a faint sense of pity in their eyes.

At this time, Han Ming opened his eyes slightly. He was a great monk. Although he was dozens of miles away, how could he hinder his mental power? He immediately felt that he seemed to have become the place where the audience was paying attention.

A note flew over from afar, but it was the old man from the Yibo Pavilion who once asked Han Ming three questions, the price was two mother-child separating Yuan stones, and the relationship with Han Ming on the surface was quite good.

Looking at the sound transmission notes in front of him, Han Ming made a light move, crushing them, sucking the sound transmission into his mind, his face was calm, but after he finished listening to the sound transmission information, his face changed instantly, and the coldness on his face was almost dripping from water.

Han Ming suddenly raised his head, jumped up, and shot towards the mountain where the Yipao Pavilion was located. The speed was so fast that many of the great monks present looked at him and were amazed.

"Do you know what the consequences are to deceive me with such things!" Han Ming said word by word, his eyes full of coldness.

"At least the information that this cabinet has is so. If fellow Taoists don't believe it, they can go around to ask. The nine demonic sects have already announced to the world. More than half of the entire Zhongdi Nascent Soul period knows it. Only fellow Taoists have been sticking to this place and the news is blocked!" The old man looked directly at Han Ming's gaze without fear, and then added: "I am also kind to remind me, whether you believe or not depends on your own decision!"

"If this news is true, Han owes you a favor. If this news is false, fellow Taoist will be dead!" Han Ming said in a deep voice, waved his sleeves, and actually abandoned the blessing land and shot towards the distance.

The three great monks of the Yipao Pavilion frowned. One of them dared to say this to a great monk in the middle stage, which was really arrogant!

At this time, the woman who was playing the piano in the small pavilion looked at Han Ming's back from a distance, shook her head silently, and ignored it. Whether this boy named Han's death or life has nothing to do with her.
Chapter completed!