Han Ming felt the fluctuation in space and paniced. He stimulated the Jingyu cloak without thinking, and suddenly accelerated, trying to escape.

In an emergency, Han Ming's whole body was activated, causing his speed to increase sharply, and he escaped five or six feet apart. However, before Han Ming could relax, the strange fluctuation followed like a maggot on his tarsal bone and suddenly became violent.

Han Ming felt a blur before his eyes, and another dizzy twist. He disappeared from the spot.

On the inner city square, a light of the formation flashed slightly, and Han Ming staggered, and before he could cast his spell to escape, he was firmly trapped by a blood-colored tentacle that had long been guarding here.

As soon as the tentacles contracted suddenly, Han Ming was dragged towards the direction of the altar.

Han Ming suddenly used his magic power and wanted to forcibly break away from the blood-colored tentacle. However, this tentacle seemed ordinary, but it was actually extremely strange. No matter whether Han Ming used the skills of an immortal cultivator or some explosive means in the martial arts world, he could not do anything to this blood-colored tentacle.

Looking at the half of the broken ghost on the altar and the black-haired iron zombie, Han Ming was unable to remain calm and showed an extremely panic look on his face.

No accident happened. Han Ming was pulled onto the altar by the blood-colored tentacle, hanging in front of the ghost of the imperial robe, like a lamb staying there.

"Son of the Emperor, don't blame the father for being ruthless, but the origin of the father's ghost body was dispersed. If you don't use your same-original ghost body as a fill, it will probably disappear in half a quarter of an hour!" The ghost shadow in the imperial robe whispered silently, and with a silent move to Han Ming's right hand, he easily sucked the fuzzy ghost soul in Han Ming's hand.

"Father, please spare me, don't." The fuzzy ghost shadow heard the words of the ghost cultivator in the imperial robe, and immediately felt like he realized something. He immediately bursts of soul fluctuations, constantly begging for mercy.

"The emperor can't bear to see my father's ghost body disappear. After all, for this special ghost body, the father paid too much and even betrayed himself. I think the emperor won't watch his father's hard work for thousands of years disappear!" The ghost shadow on the imperial robe looked at the blurry ghost in his hand, and there was a little more unbearableness in the remaining one-eyed eyes.

"Father, don't, Father..." Before the vague ghost shadow could finish his words begging for mercy, the ghost shadow in the imperial robe shook his palm, which immediately shook his soul and turned into a faint smoke!

The ghost shadow in the imperial robe shook the blurred ghost shadow, and there was no longer any unbearable expression on his face, and the only coldness left in his eyes. He stretched out the remaining ghost body and pulled the wisp of smoke from the blurred ghost soul into various parts of his body.

As the imperial robe ghost cultivator merged the soul fragments of the vague ghost shadow into his body, the ghost body that had been dissipating and dissolving began to stabilize, and the force that eroded its ghost body seemed to be blocked.

After the ghost body was temporarily stabilized, the ghost shadow of the imperial robe no longer took care of the surrounding matters. It sat cross-legged slightly, and arbitrarily pulled the surrounding yin energy to repair the damaged ghost body.

The fuzzy ghost was killed, and the black-haired iron zombie kept watching, but it was so arrogant that it dared not show its power, as if it was afraid of saying something wrong, and was pissed off by the ghost of the imperial robe.

His royal brother was killed on the spot, but his father's personal actions were taken by him. The black-haired iron zombie's courage was immediately scared. When the ghost shadows of the imperial robe gathered their yin energy to repair the ghost body, they did not dare to show off. They stood aside honestly, and did not dare to deal with the young man in the white robe who was tightly trapped by the blood-colored tentacles without authorization.

Although the black-haired iron zombie dared not take action, the young man in the white robe and Han Ming were not at all easy to live. He didn't know what the blood-colored tentacle was. Not only was it extremely tough, but its tweaking power was even more amazing, and it was not worse than the giant python in the ordinary foundation-building stage.

Feeling the terrifying pressure from the blood-colored tentacles, Han Ming was immediately glad that if he hadn't been wearing the Dragon Scale Armor, he would have been pressed into a meat pie at this time. However, Han Ming also knew that the Dragon Scale Armor could not absolutely protect his safety. As long as there was a moment, the Dragon Scale Armor would definitely be overwhelmed and would be slammed.

Looking at the imperial robe ghost cultivator who was meditating and repairing the ghost body not far away, and looking at the black-haired iron slap that was lowered and timid, Han Ming put his heart on his mind and injected a trace of magic into a certain item in his hand. It was time to use this object. If he didn't use it at this moment, he would probably have no chance to use it until he died. Now he might have a glimmer of life.

"What are you doing."

Just as Han Ming injected magic power into the object in his sleeve, the ghost shadow of the imperial robe suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Han Ming angrily. At the same time, the blood-colored tentacle that wrapped around Han Ming suddenly tightened, causing the skeleton to increase rapidly.

The sharply increased twisting force is too terrifying, and even the dragon scale armor makes a burst of crisp sounds, as if it may completely collapse at any time.

"Of course it's your life."

Han Ming shouted loudly and even made a desperate bet. No matter the increased tweaking force, he suddenly activated the objects in his hand and completed the final means of inspiration.

"You are looking for death." The ghost shadow of the imperial robe did not expect that a small Qi training cultivator would dare to tamper under its nose. After hearing Han Ming's words, he was even more shocked and angry. With a thought, he forced the tugging power of the blood-colored tentacles, intending to kill this small Qi training disciple on the spot in an instant.

But beyond the expectations of the ghost shadow of the imperial robe, the blood-colored tentacle was slightly blocked and did not immediately strangle the small Qi-training cultivator. Just as it wanted to cast a spell to increase the power of the blood-colored tentacle again, a nearly invisible white pointed cone flashed past it at an incredible speed.

The imperial robe ghost cast suddenly interrupted. It was stunned for a moment. It was about to speak, but before it could say a word, it suddenly exploded and turned into a stream of black gas and spread out.

After the ghost shadow of the imperial robe exploded, the blood-colored tentacle that bound Han Ming and the many tentacles that tied up the young man in the white robe of Wanjianmen also exploded and turned into a mass of blood mist, covering most of the square, making it seem like it turned into a bloody world.

The blood-colored tentacles disappeared, and Han Ming fell to the ground, but before he could land on the ground, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the black-haired iron zombie, pushed his sleeve forward, and sneered: "Leave one for you, go to die too."

The black-haired iron zombie had not yet woken up from the situation where the ghost body of the imperial robe exploded. When he heard Han Ming's gloomy sneer, it immediately screamed that it was not good, and retreated quickly behind without thinking.

Seeing the black-haired iron zombie retreating dozens of feet in shock, Han Ming waved his hand suddenly, waved his hand at the place where the ghost shadow of the imperial robe disappeared, and sucked a painted black token into his hand in the air. What was the token that was not the control token of the outer array, and that flew over at the same time as the token, there was also an exquisite black storage bag.
Chapter completed!