When Han Ming buried a bunch of treasures, he specially carried remote places. There were very few spiritual herbs and basically no one came here, just because he was afraid that others would find it unexpectedly. Now he rushed all the way, but he never met any extra monks again.

Standing in front of an eagle-shaped mountain, Han Ming smiled slightly, calculated the position and flew straight to a small mound not far away. With the help of the power of the earth escape talisman, he sneaked straight toward the ground.

After searching for more than a hundred feet underground for a while, Han Ming found a large bluestone and flew directly to the ground.

With a light slash at the flat bluestone, Han Ming easily knocked it into pieces, revealing a half-dust-filled storage bag inside, ordinary, without any strangeness.

After sucking the storage bag, Han Ming checked it and his face was full of joy. When he got these secret treasures from Tailun Palace, his cultivation level was still in the Qi training stage. He didn't know the specific level of these treasures. Now he recognized them. Every one he took out was a treasure that was fought for by the Dan Killing Stage or even the Nascent Soul Stage.

This storage bag contains all kinds of treasures, materials, elixirs, elixirs, ancient treasures, flying boats, and martial arts books. There are all kinds of things, and Han Ming was dazzled.

I was originally thinking that the Ten Thousand Evil Sacrifice Bone Reverse Yuan Sword could not be used, but the methods on my body were not enough. Now that so many powerful ancient treasures have come, it really solves the urgent problem. Moreover, these treasures can not only be used now, but even when he becomes a baby, it will not appear weak, but it is still a powerful means.

This storage bag, not to mention a cultivator in the Killing Dan stage, even a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, should be jealous and fight for it. This is only part of what Han Ming got at the beginning, and the same storage bags were buried in the other two places.

After identifying another direction, Han Ming continued to fly towards the depths of the mountains, and soon found the other two storage bags. Although it took a hundred years, it was still exactly the same as what he buried it.

Holding a statue of a baby-like appearance that looks like him, Han Ming let out a light breath. The baby-changing fruit is a rare existence in the world. It is of great use to assisting infant formation and does not cause any damage.

After holding the baby's path change fruit, he looked up and down, left and right for a while, then Han Ming solemnly put it into the scales on his neck, and felt a sense of ease.

For him, it is really not a far-reaching thing to do. The auxiliary methods he has collected over the years are far more than others. The spirit girl Phoenix Marrow Yuanyin, Infant Divine Transformation Fruit, Infant Transformation Roulette, Infant Seeding Technique, Maybe a Soul Lock Pill can be added, and each of them can make ordinary fake infant cultivators go crazy.

Of course there is also a Tianxin Pill, but Han Ming does not plan to take Tianxin Pill now. After all, he is only in the Dancai stage now, and taking it early is a waste of resources. He plans to make the baby and then talk about it later, which will be used to improve the cultivation speed after the Nascent Soul.

"I took the treasure back and got another thought. Next, I should concentrate on relieving the blood spider poison!" Han Ming subconsciously touched the spirit beast bag containing the blood jade spider on his waist, turned around and rushed towards the Wanhua poisonous swamp.

Although Han Ming is only in the middle stage of foundation building, his whole body is stronger than magic weapons. Generally, the early stage cultivator of the elixir cannot get good at it. He can walk sideways in the entire secret realm, so he has not encountered any trouble along the way.

Halfway through the flight, I met monks from the demonic path several times. It would be fine if those monks didn't act on him. As long as they were stunning to him, they would directly burn them to ashes, and took the storage bag and continued to fly towards the Wanhua Poison Swamp.

When he arrived at the Wansha Poison Swamp, Han Ming found that there was a female cultivator guarding the Star-Star Sect outside. This surprised him. There was actually someone obedient and came here to wait for him and wait for his order.

"You can just wander outside, how many spiritual herbs can you pick on yourself!" Han Ming said casually, and was about to walk straight towards the swamp full of hazy black mist.

"You want to go in? Are you looking for death? You are not allowed to go." The cultivator in the blue skirt took a step forward and said coldly.

Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the cultivator in the blue skirt. A strange look flashed in his eyes: "Elder Qiao asked you to follow me, because I listened to my order, but I didn't come to care about me."

"Don't use Elder Qiao to suppress me. I'm not familiar with her. You are in the middle stage of foundation building. Just find a place to hide and keep your life safe. Everything else is unnecessary!" The female cultivator in the blue skirt stepped forward a few steps and blocked Han Ming's face, as if she was determined to stop Han Ming.

Han Ming held his cheek and carefully looked at the strange face of the cultivator in the blue skirt, a little confused, and a thoughtful expression on his face. He always felt that the tone of this female cultivator was familiar, but he was sure that he had never seen a female cultivator like this before, and he was also sure that this female cultivator had his original appearance and did not cover his face.

"Then I must go!" Han Ming spoke lightly.

"Then you have to see if you can break through me!" The cultivator in the blue skirt snorted coldly, and his magic power surged as he spoke.

This female cultivator in the blue skirt clearly planned to be tough as long as Han Ming was disobedient!

Looking at the behavior and demeanor of the cultivator in the blue skirt, recalling her way of speaking, Han Ming's mind flashed and thought of the origin of the cultivator in the blue skirt: "Junior Sister Qin? Did you get your body from taking over? Junior Sister Yu asked you to come?"

Hearing Han Ming screaming out his identity, the blue-skirt cultivator's eyes flashed, but there was not much fluctuation on his face. He just continued to speak lightly: "You are her Taoist partner, so I can't let you in. Go back honestly. I naturally listen to Elder Qiao and your orders. But if you insist on doing your own thing, then I may not force you to take you away!"

"I'm sorry!" Han Ming sighed softly, said nothing more, walked straight to the swamp covered with black poisonous gas, and said: "Thank you, Junior Sister Qin, for your kindness, but you should stay outside. I have my own business to do, I hope you don't disturb me!"

"Hmph, then you have to be able to get out!" Seeing this, the female cultivator surnamed Qin raised her eyebrows, and threw out a red ribbon with her hands, turning into a ten-foot giant python, and wrapping it around Han Ming.

Han Ming didn't look back, but just raised his arm and easily knocked the giant python away for about ten feet, just like slapping a small insect away. He hid into the layers of black fog without a trace of delay, and then the footsteps became farther and farther away, and soon they completely disappeared.

Looking at a clear palm print on the red ribbon, the female cultivator surnamed Qin was full of horror. The red ribbon was a top-quality spiritual weapon, and it was actually marked with a casual blow. Could it be that the body of Han's surname is comparable to a magic weapon? What kind of monster is this? He is not a monster, how did it do it? It's simply unimaginable.

The female cultivator surnamed Qin realized that the surname Han had not been in vain for more than a hundred years and was still the best among the same rank. Although she was only in the middle stage of foundation building, she was not comparable to her late stage of foundation building.

"Silly girl, this Han is very powerful. It's almost the same to protect me. I don't need to protect me." The female cultivator surnamed Qin muttered softly, then set up a small incontinence array outside, and went outside to find the spiritual grass.

The Wanhua Poison Swamp is 500 or 600 miles in radius, and all the creatures inside it are gone. They are covered by a black poisonous fog all year round. The more they go inside, the more they become, the richer they become. Starting from the edge and going inside, even the foundation-building monks cannot hold on, and the fake infant stage monks can only go deeper to about 300 miles.

Under normal circumstances, only monks in the Nascent Soul Stage can reach the innermost part of Wanhua Poison Swamp.

Han Ming walked all the way inside, feeling the turbid black poisonous fog around him, and a trace of strangeness appeared on his face. The black poison was a little strange, not like a strange poison, but like a combination of many strange poisons, which was quite similar to the combination of poisons made by Mr. Hua at the time.

Just as Han Ming went deeper and was about to reach the deepest part of Wanhua Poison Swamp, the voice of Ling Ling sounded in his mind: "Young Master, why do I feel the breath of the Holy Clan? Where are you?"

"Your Holy Clan's Aura? Ancient Demon Clan, is this Wanhua Poison Swamp related to the ancient Demon Clan?" Han Ming was stunned when he heard this, and then said to himself: "It's not impossible. This secret realm was built by the third son of Tailun. At that time, the ancient demons also happened to have invaded!"

"I'm in a poisonous scorpion, surrounded by a faint poisonous mist. Wait a minute, I'll pull a wisp into my body to check it out!" Han Ming pointed his index finger and pulled a wisp of black poisonous gas to his mouth, then swallowed it in one bite.

He sent the poisonous fog to the dantian and wrapped it with magic power. Han Ming continued to walk deep into the poisonous fog, not caring about the poisonous fog around him. Although these poisonous fogs are powerful and can threaten the dan-killing cultivators, it is not worth mentioning for him, who has 90% of his body transformed into gold.

The faint soul mark of Yiling circled the black fog for a long time, and then he spoke uncertainly: "Young Master, this poisonous fog is 90% of our holy world. Although it is very faint, the little slave can still feel the unique aura of the holy world! And I should have guessed its origin, and it may belong to a famous demon lord, the Wanhua Poison Venerable."

Yiling hesitated for a while and then added: "If Xiaonu remembers it correctly, we were divided into several batches of the land. We were the first batch and the vanguard. The Wanhua Poison Venerable should be in the second batch. However, after we came down from the land, we did not wait for reinforcements later, which led to being suppressed by the Demon-Ticketing Stele Array. Now, Xiaonu was a little clear. The second batch of the Holy Realm landed here for some reason. We went to the Wanling Continent and were separated."

"Master Wanhua Poisonous Person, is it really related to Wanhua Poisonous Eye?" Han Ming's face was a little moved and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Hey, how did the young master know that the Wanhua Poison Venerable master mastered a powerful pupil technique called Wanhua Poison Eye? He used this pupil technique to suppress many demon lords of the same level!" Yiling said in surprise.
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