?The demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul saw that the mid-stage demon cultivator was in a strange manner and whistled to the sky. He immediately realized something was wrong. He subconsciously took two steps back and asked in a deep voice: "Senior Brother, what's wrong with you!"

"Senior Brother? Hehehehe, I'm not your senior brother!" The demon cultivator with dark eyes turned his head and stared at the demon cultivator in the middle, without any emotion on his face.

The early stage of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator is not an ordinary person. Based on the information he learned before, he immediately guessed something and immediately bowed respectfully to the Black Eye Demon Cultivator: "But Lord Yiling, the younger generation is a survivor of the Holy Clan. He learned about the existence of the adults from a secret book in the clan. He came with his senior brother to help the adults get out of trouble!"

"Hmph, I naturally know that if I hadn't felt the thin saint bloodline in your body, you would have died now." The black-eyed demon cultivator grinned, then sat down cross-legged on his own, pinched the magic tricks, and began to activate something.

The demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better if it was this adult. It was not a waste of time for them to plan for more than a hundred years.

The black-eyed demon cultivator pinched the magic trick, and the demonic energy in his body was raging. The aura in his body was rising step by step, gradually rising from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to the late stage, and it was still rising, without any attenuation.

And at this moment, the black in the black-eyed demon cultivator's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the human pupils replaced were full of fear. The demon cultivator stretched out his hand to the other demon cultivator and moaned and asked for help: "Junior brother, save me, junior brother!"

When the demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul saw this situation, he immediately bowed respectfully to the struggling demon cultivator sitting on the ground: "Sir, don't you have a demon body? Why do you need the vulnerable human body of the younger brother? Please let the younger brother live!"

The demon cultivator on the ground struggled for a while, and his pupils were once again infected by black. He raised his head and said coldly: "If my original body can be used, he will naturally look down on you waiting for this fragile human body."

When the demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul saw this, his face changed several times. He hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and stood by, no longer caring about the demon cultivator on the ground, and just silently recited in his heart: "Senior brother, all the hopes of the clan are placed on the saint general. I think you have died as much as possible. I hope you don't blame your junior brother!"

Next, the demon cultivator on the ground recovered two more times in his pupils. He cried out to let the demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul next to him save him, but he was quickly suppressed. After about a dozen breaths, a faint black soul rushed out of his body and moved away without looking back.

A red flesh tongue flashed away, and the black-eyed demon general smashed his mouth, then seemed to swallow something, smiled slightly with satisfaction, but the soul that had just moved out disappeared without a trace. A demon cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul completely fell and his soul was scattered.

After patting his clothes, the aura of the black-eyed demon cultivator no longer increased, but was only stabilized at the level of a great monk. He slowly stood up, glanced at the early stage of the Nascent Soul Cultivator on the side, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

"I Gu, a junior saint, is willing to serve as the master!" The demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul knelt on the ground and gave a great gift.

"Tiegu! It seems that he is the descendant of the old man of the Iron Bone Demon. Well, I know, let's follow you to do some tricks!" The Black-eyed Demon Cultivator nodded and looked at the huge black goat corpse in front of him.

"I have been eroded by the Yinming Demon for tens of thousands of years. This body has been completely destroyed. More than ten thousand years of practice have been destroyed. Now I can only use that method. Although the ability of the original body I borrowed is less than 10%, it is also a helpless move!" The black-eyed demon cultivator sighed, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on one of the hoofs of the giant black goat.

The black-eyed monster shouted softly, and thousands of black magic patterns vented from his hands, like a large group of black ants, and in an instant, they were densely covered with the giant black goat.

"Soldiers are uncondensed, the supreme secret method among many magical skills!" The demon cultivator next to him looked at the scene in front of him in a daze, his face full of disbelief. This saint general was going to destroy his body!

"Crack, Crack." With a series of sounds, the giant black monster slowly stood up, like a black scale hill, lowering a house-sized head, staring at the black-eyed monster.

The black giant beast gently opened its mouth and spit out a black and red lamb with its head, its horns, black scales all over its body, and its hooves were shining with dark light. It turned out to be a shrinking version of the black giant beast, but its pupils were dull and there was no trace of spirit.

After spitting out the black and red lamb, the giant beast seemed to have used all its strength and actually exploded with a "boom". It turned into smoke and dust in the sky and drifted away. It was then knocked down by the black demon rain in the lake and sank to the bottom of the lake.

The early stage of Nascent Soul Cultivator beside him looked at the black and red lamb and his breathing was a little rapid. This was the physical Taoist fruit from the shape of a soldier. It was a complete tonic for the demon cultivator. As long as he swallowed it and immediately reached a state, it was not difficult. Even if he passed the Nascent Soul Cultivator, it was just around the corner!

Suddenly, the early stage of the Nascent Soul demon cultivator shivered. He felt a cold look at him. When he turned his head slightly, the black-eyed demon cultivator looked at him with a smile. He was immediately scared and sweated. He repeatedly accused him of guilt and moved his eyes away from the black lamb.

The black-eyed demon cultivator turned his head, grabbed the black-red lamb in front of him, and swallowed it in one bite. Suddenly, a large area of ​​black-red mist appeared on his body, surrounding him, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

Not long after, the black and red gas condensed into a solid body and turned into a blood-red cocoon. A faintly special demonic energy leaked out, which was extremely pure.

After staying at the Black Giant Mountain for a while, Han Ming finally planned not to guard the Baoshan Mountain in vain, and he did nothing. He planned to try going up the mountain. Anyway, the Black Giant Mountain is so big, there are only two demon cultivators on it. Unless he is very lucky, he will meet those two demon cultivators.

Han Ming always felt that he was lucky. He thought that as long as he was careful, he would not meet two demon cultivators. Even if he met that demon cultivator, he didn't have to be too afraid. There was a forbidden air here, and he couldn't fly even in the Nascent Soul stage and could only run on his body. His body was strong, so he was not afraid of anyone. Even if the other party was in the Nascent Soul stage, he was still a human race, unless it was a demon beast in the Nascent Soul stage!

After finding a path of stingy intestines, Han Ming began to climb up the giant mountain, climbing one step and looking three steps, for fear that he would just hit the two demon cultivators.

Han Ming did not encounter any obstacles along the way. He soon arrived at a location of two thousand feet and saw the huge palace, with clouds and mist floating in the middle, flying cranes and spirit beasts walking everywhere.

Han Ming hid outside the palace for most of the day, but he didn't see any figure inside. He went in and checked it out, but it turned out that there was really no one. This made him depressed. The two demon cultivators were not here!

"Is it because the things above are better? They ran to the top? It should be!" Han Ming conjected to himself, then laughed a few times and plunged into the palace in front.

Walking into the immortal palace and glanced around, Han Ming's expression suddenly changed. It turned out to be a fairy palace, but a ruin, or it was originally an immortal palace, but something was destroyed by something.

The clouds and mist that I saw outside were misty, the spiritual cranes were covered with illusions, and the spiritual grass was everywhere. It was the scene before this immortal palace was destroyed. Because of some special projection formations, it was projected on the ruins, making people think it was an intact immortal palace.

This immortal palace was destroyed by an attack. The attack was a sword mark that penetrated the entire immortal palace and split the immortal palace in half. The middle was like a huge rift valley. On the other hand, the immortal palace was directly turned into a ruin, and Han Ming stood on the ruins.

This sword mark seems not to come from the Immortal Palace. The breaking of the Immortal Palace is just a disaster. But even so, the sword mark is too terrible. It is more than a hundred miles long, and the sword mark also has a terrible sword intent. When you walk in, you feel a little tingling.

The power of this sword is more than that. This sword seems to have drained all the vitality of the entire Immortal Palace and even half of the mountain. It is more than a hundred miles away from the sword marks, without any vitality, and there is no vitality everywhere.

Han Ming stood beside the sword scar, first incredible, then he looked full of fascination. This is how he moved mountains and seas, and his every move could collapse. What kind of senior masters in the Nascent Soul stage could not even be considered an ants in front of him!

The realm of the person who slashed out this sword has exceeded his imagination. He is probably already reached the third step in the path of immortal cultivation!

"But why do you always feel that this sword is somewhat similar to the Ni Yuan Sword Slash I have learned recently, but its power is very different!" Han Ming looked at the half-remembered Immortal Palace in front of him with confusion.

After tilting his head and thinking about it, Han Ming searched on the ruins here for most of the day and gave up. The sword had completely destroyed the immortal palace here. It was full of stones and nothing. Even some treasures had already become powder and had no use.

Han Ming walked to the side of the sword scar, raised his eyes and looked at the other side, thinking about something.

Although most of the other side of the sword scar is broken, it is still much better than here. There are still many buildings and some human-shaped marks. I think there are still many things, much better than here.

After thinking about it, Han Ming retreated half a mile and activated the molten gold body with all his strength. He suddenly helped him run, and turned into a blue golden escape light, flew across the sky for several miles, quickly approaching the other side of the sword scar.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed, and Han Ming was pounced down from the air, falling straight down from mid-air, and fell into a sword mark of five or six hundred feet.

Han Ming was shocked and slapped his hand at the black monster that pressed him, but the molten gold body was completely useless. The black monster's body was extremely powerful. Not only did it not cause any damage when slapped it on it, it made his hand numb.
Chapter completed!