Looking at the black storage bag in his hand, Han Ming smiled again.

In the previous Ghost Prince storage bag, Han Ming got five flowers of fortune, which were extremely valuable and completely filled the loss of his spiritual weapon. This Ghost Emperor's storage bag is definitely not worth less than the things in the Ghost Prince storage bag, and it is very likely to give him a great surprise!

Han Ming used his old trick again and continued to explore his spiritual sense. He wanted to remove the mark left by the ghost shadow in the imperial robe, and then open the storage bag and take out all the things inside.

I thought that although this storage bag was a powerful ghost in the imperial robe, it had died after all and its soul was scattered. The strength of the mark in this storage bag was greatly weakened, which was not too difficult to crack. It took one or two days to work.

But the fact is not as Han Ming imagined. The intensity of the mark in this storage bag is far from his estimate. He used his mental power to crack it for half a quarter of an hour, but did not weaken the mark in it at all.

Han Ming secretly estimated that if he really wanted to forcefully break the storage bag with his own magic power and mental power, it would take at least several months, and it would be very likely that he would not be able to break it even after several months of effort.

Holding the storage bag in his hand, looking left and right, there was no existing problem. Han Ming couldn't help but sigh silently and took it back into his sleeve.

"It's really puzzling. Didn't that ghost emperor lose his soul on the spot? Why is the ban mark on its storage bag so powerful?" Han Ming murmured to himself, with a little depressed face. He was guarding such a treasure house that was very likely to be of amazing value, but he couldn't open it.

However, no matter how depressed Han Ming was, he still didn't take it too seriously. He was just a storage bag. When he returned to the sect, there was always a way to open it. Not to mention that the ghost emperor was already scattered, even if the ghost emperor was not dead, he could find some auxiliary methods to force him to break it open.

Han Ming put away a thing, covered the traces on the ground clearly, and then put out the flying cloud boat together, drilled into the white clouds in the sky, and galloped in one direction. It seemed that the direction was not the direction of the Xingxing Mountains.

At the same time, a black-scale monster with bat wings on its back was floating gently in the air, gently squirting the pair of bat wings about the size of a meter.

The black-scale monster was surrounded by dark demonic energy, and a vicious aura was constantly emitted from the body, which looked extremely cunning.

The black-scale monster was raising his right arm at this time, staring at his arm with cold eyes, looking at the corpse of the young man in white robe that was still hanging on his arm, allowing blood to go down the gap between his scales and soak half of his body.

"Hmph, how can you escape when the soul is still exhausted?" The black-scaled monster waved his arm suddenly, and instantly shattered the body of the young man in white robe hanging on his arm, and fell to the ground.

The black-scaled monster stuffed a heart in his hand that was still beating slightly into his mouth. Then he chewed it a few times, then swallowed it. Then he licked his lips with a blood-red tongue about a foot long.

Just as the black-scaled monster killed the young man in white robe, in a hall above the main peak of the Wanjian Gate of the Shengxing Mountain Range, a middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand to take out a broken jade plaque, showing a look of shock and anger.

"I dare to kill my soul and hurt my son's life. Today I will make a vow. No matter who you are, no matter what status you have, no matter where you are, no matter where you are, when you are at the end of the world, when I succeed in getting a baby, it will be when your life will be lost!" The middle-aged man with long beard rushed to the crown and gritted his teeth.

At this time, the black-scaled monster glanced at the corpse at its feet. After thinking about it, he waved his hand and sucked the two storage bags on the corpse into his hands. One was golden and the other was white. Then he directly broke the forbidden mark on it. His spiritual sense penetrated it and checked it leisurely, without knowing that he had been targeted by a fake infant monk. But even if he knew, he was afraid that he would just smile and didn't care at all. He was just a fake infant monk. When his strength recovered, he would still kill him at will.

"Although the ghost body was destroyed this time, just in case the substitute cultivated was destroyed, the ten thousand-year plan was destroyed, but fortunately, I have had experience once and there is still the Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Altar. If I want to re-arrange it, it should not be so long, as long as a thousand years is enough! What I need to do now is to speed up the rest of my strength. Even if I cannot restore all my strength, at least I must be able to reach the level of traversing this world. Only in this way can I have a large-scale blood sacrifice without any obstacles and condense a suitable ghost body again!" The black-scale monster murmured to myself.

The black-scale monster released a black magic fire and swept across the corpses on the ground. It easily burned the corpses into a burst of blue smoke. Then it looked up in a certain direction, with cold eyes mixed with a lot of murderous intent.

"I destroyed my ghost body and snatched my storage bag, and wanted to leave? It was really whimsical, but I escaped very quickly. I ran so far in a short time. Fortunately, the sensing was timely, otherwise even if the storage bag was on you, it would be difficult to track it too far!" The black-scaled monster pinched his fingers slightly, and a demonic energy hovered outside his body, forming a compass-like thing with two small dots on it, one was moving slowly and the other was still.

The black-scale monster smiled and shook the bat wings and flashed forward, which was extremely fast, but in just a few blinks, it flew more than a hundred feet out.

But at this moment, a white light of inspiration shot from the direction of the capital, and stopped more than a hundred feet away from the black-scale monster.

The black-scaled monster of course appeared this escape light with extremely powerful magic power fluctuations. He frowned slightly and stopped, floating in the air, confronting the white spiritual light.

The white spiritual light gradually dissipated, revealing a beautiful woman with picturesque eyebrows and eyes and skin like snow. Who is not Han Ming's belated uncle Qiao?

"Ancient Demon!" Qiao Yushan saw the specific appearance of the black-scale monster in front of him, and was shocked. He released a big clock without thinking, covering himself with a serious look on his face.

"It turns out that it's just an early stage of Killing Pill. I thought something tricky was coming." Hei Lin also saw Qiao Yushan's cultivation level clearly, his eyebrows gradually relaxed, and a hint of coldness appeared on his face.

"Hmph, your magic power is not very good, it's just the level of Jiedan in the middle and middle stages." Qiao Yushan frowned slightly when he heard this, and said coldly.

"Hmph, I still have something to do. I don't have time to delay here with you, so you should take your life." The black-scaled monster smiled, spread his wings suddenly, and his whole body rushed towards Qiao Yushan in an instant.

"Hmph, I'm quite angry, I want to learn about your methods!" Qiao Yushan raised her eyebrows and waved her hand to release an ancient golden sword, and attacked with pieces of golden sword energy.
Chapter completed!