"Hmph, don't be sharp-tongued now. When you are caught by me, you will see what else you dare to call out!" The man in black robe leaned on the big bed, his voice still squint and ugly, buzzing.

The dozens of beautiful ghosts twisted their waists, their arms were still swaying high, neatly and uniform, with long and straight hair floating behind their heads. The small space was almost black, and only the beautiful ghost's skin was white, and the black and white colors were intertwined, giving people an extremely strange feeling.

Han Ming turned his head and frowned slightly. The speed of the ghost carrying the sedan chair was incredibly fast. He could not even shake it away even if he urged Qingyunyi to force it. He could only maintain this safe distance.

Pan Xiang is worthy of being a fake alchemy cultivator, and his methods are really not comparable to ordinary foundation-building cultivators. If he is an ordinary foundation-building cultivator, as long as he uses Qingyun Wings, he will throw them away early and escape.

Although he couldn't get rid of Pan Xiang for the time being, Han Ming was not in a hurry. As long as he escaped all the way, he tried to leave the area of ​​the Nether Ghost Sect's Spirit Fallen Land, so that the Nether Ghost Sect's Dan-Creating Stage could not be rushed, then he would not have much concern. If it really didn't work, he would fight Pan Xiang.

Moreover, Han Ming really didn't believe it. Pan Xiang would keep chasing him. There was no deep hatred between them, so he would not want to live or die. Pan Xiangba was probably entrusted by Hao Jian or the instructed by the Jiedan period in the surname. If he really saw his strength, Pan Xiang would not have to fight with his life.

Han Ming grabbed a medium-grade spirit stone with one hand and quickly absorbed the spiritual power in it. He had to maintain a good condition at all times. If he really fought with Pan Xiang in the future, he would not be at a disadvantage because of his magic power.

Then, Han Ming shook his wings and rushed towards the west like a big green bird. Pan Xiang was still being carried by a group of beautiful ghosts, following Han Ming not far or near, with a leisurely look, and he didn't seem to be afraid that Han Ming would run away at all.

After about a few dozen miles away, Han Ming suddenly turned his head and his eyes passed by Pan Xiang. He stared at the rapidly expanding black shadow behind Pan Xiang, his face full of shock, and there was a hint of panic!

Pan Xiang seemed to feel something, pushed away the beautiful ghost next to him, stood up, turned to look at the rapidly expanding black shadow behind the sedan chair. If he hadn't been wrapped in a black robe, he would have seen his face full of surprise.

The magic power poured into the Qingyun Wings. The Qingyun Wings behind Han Ming suddenly expanded, and then increased by 20% out of thin air. With continuous fanning, the speed increased greatly and he shot towards the distance without looking back.

The power behind Pan Xiang was not deliberately concealed. Han Ming immediately sensed it. He was clearly a cultivator in the Killing Pill stage, and there was a scent of ghost swords around him. Needless to think about it, 80% of them might be cultivators in the Killing Pill stage of the Netherworld Ghost Sect!

Han Ming was very panicked. An alchemy cultivator came to the Netherworld Ghost Sect. If it were in the past, his Feiyun Boat had not been destroyed, he could also activate the combustion formation so that the speed was no less than that of ordinary alchemy cultivator, or the crystal jade cloak, could not be destroyed. Cooperating with Qingyun Yi, you could have a chance to escape. But now Feiyun Boat and the crystal jade cloak are gone. With Qingyun Yi alone, it is impossible to escape the pursuit of the alchemy cultivator, not to mention that there is a fake alchemy pan Xiang next to it.

Han Ming felt that it would not be so easy to get out this time!

But beyond Han Ming's expectations, the black shadow emitting the cultivation level of the Dan stage was still hundreds of feet away from him and Pan Xiang, and shouted loudly: "Pan Xiang, I will quickly merge the beautiful ghosts that I will hand over to you!" His tone was full of panic, as if slower, something very bad would happen.

Han Ming turned his head and looked over, and used his Qingming spiritual eyes slightly to see the figure chasing him. It turned out that it was not one person, but two people. One was a white-haired, one-armed old man covered in blood. There was a large area of ​​blood on his broken arm, which was clearly cut off not long ago. The other was a girl in blue with a pretty face and was carried in her hand by the one-armed old man. Who was Yu Jing who had a holiday with Han Ming?

A strange color flashed in Han Ming's eyes, as if the situation was different from what he imagined. The cultivator of the Jiedan stage who was chasing him was seriously injured and looked like he could not protect himself!

"Master, what's wrong with you!" Pan Xiang also saw the old man named Yu, covered in blood, and immediately exclaimed, his face full of disbelief. At this time, his voice was no longer as hoarse and unpleasant as he was talking to Han Ming, but instead became extremely magnetic!

When he left the Ice-Ning Formation to chase Zhu Yiwen, wasn’t his master still in seclusion in the Ice-Ning Formation? Why did he do this now? Not only was he covered in blood, his face was also extremely pale, and his aura fluctuated only around the early stage of the Dan, looking like he was greatly damaged.

Pan Xiang couldn't understand that his master was a real-life peak cultivation level in the late stage, and his real strength was even more amazing. If the old monster in the Nascent Soul stage didn't take action, basically no one could seriously injure him like this. Even if the old monster in the Nascent Soul takes action, his master would not be able to do this as long as he sticks to the ice-condensing formation!

"Fusing the beautiful ghosts, hurry up!" The old man surnamed Yu saw Pan Xiang's face full of horror and almost stood there in a daze. He immediately shouted anger, which scared Pan Xiang.

The old man surnamed Yu looked fierce and fierce. Pan Xiang dared not hesitate, although there were endless troubles after he merged with the beautiful ghost.

"Yes, yes!" Pan Xiang responded repeatedly, grabbed the two beautiful ghosts next to him, and without caring about their pitiful eyes, he pinched them mercilessly and directly pinched them into a big ball of black gas.

Pan Xiang rubbed his hands in the middle and rubbed the two balls of black gas together, turning into a slightly larger black spherical mist. Then Pan Xiang moved his hands together, and the beautiful ghosts were absorbed by him from the air, pinched into black gas, and gathered together.

Pan Xiang began to merge with the beautiful ghost. The old man surnamed Yu breathed a sigh of relief. The bloody mist flashed around him, and several flashed, directly crossing more than a hundred feet, approaching the sedan chair transformed by Pan Xiang's black bowl, and stood on it, letting go of Yu Jing in his arms, looking at the back in a blink of an eye, with a solemn face!

When Pan Xiang saw the old man surnamed Yu frowned and looked extremely embarrassed, and stared at the back, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. His master directly asked to merge with the beautiful ghost. Could there be any powerful pursuers behind him?

After hesitating for a while, Pan Xiang finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Master? Is there anything behind?"

"Second Brother, there is a Killing Pill in the middle stage of chasing us." Yu Jing kicked away a beautiful ghost next to her, held Pan Xiang's sleeve, and replied in a low voice.

The old man surnamed Yu stared at the back again, then turned his head and looked at Han Ming who was fleeing wildly in front of him, and his brows frowned slightly again.

"What's going on when dealing with a mid-stage monk has not been solved for such a long time?" asked the old man surnamed Yu.

"You are the master of Master, this man named Zhu is quite timid and does not fight hard with his disciples at all. He has been running away. He has a top-level flying spirit weapon, which the disciples cannot solve for a while. Please ask Master to punish him!" Pan Xiang replied respectfully while fusing with the beautiful ghosts.

"Forget it, I will do it myself. If the person behind me doesn't solve it, we can't leave easily. I don't have much magic power left and I'm seriously injured. I won't have much chance of winning against the person behind me later. It's very likely that both sides will be injured. It's not appropriate to leave a variable on the side!" The old man surnamed Yu looked at the back, then turned to look at Han Ming in front, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

When he personally attacked a mid-stage monk in the foundation building stage, the old man surnamed Yu felt that it was a loss of value, but he was helpless. After a while, he would have to fight against the people chasing him behind. Any impact around him may fail. He could not tolerate a variable on the side!

"Go!" The old man surnamed Yu opened his mouth slightly, spit out a ball of dark blue flame, circling slightly in the air, turning into a blue skull, shooting out from the black sedan chair, and chasing Han Ming quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This blue skull seems to be able to walk with the wind, and its speed is very fast, half as fast as Han Ming Qingyunyi!

Han Ming has been paying attention since the old man named Yu appeared, so when this ball of dark blue flame flew out, he immediately discovered it. He was surprised. He felt a familiar aura from the blue skull. It was really the clear ghost fire that Hao Jian used in the underground source cave, a flame that imitated the prototype of the ghost path holy fire!

This dark blue flame seemed to be a clear ghost fire, but its aura was far from comparable to that of Hao Jian's ball. This ball was very rich, exuding a breath of death.

Although Qingyougui Fire does not focus on fighting, this was released by a monk in the Jiedan stage, and Han Ming did not dare to neglect it. He urged Qingyun wings without thinking, and flashed left and right, like a flexible swallow.

Whenever the dark blue skull approaches Han Ming and opens his mouth and wants to rush up, the wings behind Han Ming will flash slightly, turn a corner, easily shake off the blue ghost fire, and opens the distance again. Although Qingyun Yi is also a top-level flying spirit weapon, unlike other road-railing spirit weapons, Qingyun Yi focuses on a small-scale movement to avoid attacks, which is just right for the current scene!

After rushing seven or eight times in a row, he didn't even catch Han Ming's neck. The old man surnamed Yu's eyes flashed with a strange color, but then he smiled coldly and looked at the blue skull a little further away.

"Explode!" The old man surnamed Yu shouted softly, and the blue skull that pounced on Han Ming suddenly rose and shrank, and directly exploded into hundreds of blue flames and splashed open. More than ten of them were stained around Han Ming!

Han Ming flapped his wings and wanted to fly out, but he found that he felt like he was trapped in a mud. Every time he moved, it was extremely difficult, and his speed instantly dropped. He felt like he was carrying a mountain on his body, and it was quite difficult to move.

"Hello!" As the old man surnamed Yu gently clenched with one hand, hundreds of scattered blue flames gathered from the surroundings, directly surrounding Han Ming in the middle.

"Ran!" The old man surnamed Yu shouted again, and the blue flame suddenly burned and turned into a size of about ten feet, completely obscuring Han Ming.

At first, there were still bursts of painful roars in the blue flames, but as time passed, the roars became smaller and smaller, until they finally gradually disappeared completely, and only a blue flame remained on the spot.

The old man surnamed Yu stopped the black sedan chair and stopped dealing with Han Ming who was in the blue flame. He seemed to think that Han Ming was bound to die, and Pan Xiang and Yu Jing were the same. He no longer looked in Han Ming's direction. Obviously, they also thought that Han Ming was bound to die!

Pan Xiang threw the last ghost into the ball of black gas, then injected more than ten magic tricks, constantly urging the ball of black gas, until the black gas turned blood red, like a large ball of blood mist that he received the magic trick.

"Master, the fusion of the beautiful ghosts has been successful, but the fusion process is too hasty. The fusion king has only barely reached the realm of the ghost king." Pan Xiang respectfully worshiped the old man named Yu next to him.

"Originally, these hundred beautiful ghosts were given to you for protection, and they planned to fusion after you formed a pill. It is not impossible to reach the peak of the early stage of the pill. Now you are allowed to merge in a hurry. There is no possibility of this beautiful ghost in the future. You will not have any objection!" The old man surnamed Yu did not look back, but just stared at the back and said in a stable tone.

"This beautiful ghost was given to Master. How could the disciple have any objections? And Master is now in a hurry to merge with the beautiful ghost. It must be urgent and forced!" Pan Xiang looked up slightly, looked at the broken shoulders of the old man surnamed Yu, and continued to respond respectfully.

"Well, you know the overall situation. If you return to the sect this time, it is not impossible to help you condense other evil spirits to protect yourself. The opponent will be more powerful later. You will also need to assist you at the side. Don't keep your hands, don't trap or solve him. We will not have the chance to return to the sect!" The old man named Yu slowly closed his eyes, feeling that he was distant.

"Yes, I must do my best!" Pan Xiang bowed.

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