Seeing Wanhua's poisonous eyes appear, the masked man's eyes lit up, but he was not in a hurry at all. He still walked slowly towards the other side, but there was a wisp of dark gray mist between his eyebrows, which slightly condensed, forming a small vortex.

"Open!" The black monster soul shouted softly, and the eyelids trembled continuously and slowly opened. The pure black eyeball, which exuded a strong evil aura, appeared again, and turned slightly, aimed at the masked man.

Being stared at the black eyeball, the masked man paused, but in just a short breath, he continued to raise his foot forward, as if he was not affected at all.

The black monster's soul seemed to be a ghost, so horrified that it could not speak. The violent fluctuations of the soul were almost dissipated. This was completely beyond his imagination. The old boy Wanhua's method was useless and was blocked by a small monk in the human world.

The black monster quickly came back from his loss of consciousness and was in disbelief. His soul moved slightly and he was about to escape with two small compasses. But what happened next made it even more difficult for it to accept. The Wanhua Poison Eye seemed to be fixed in the void, and it could not activate it!

At this time, the black monster soul also sensed that an invisible thin line connected the eyes of Wanhua poisonous eyes and the gray vortex between the eyebrows of the masked man opposite. The essence of Wanhua poisonous disk it had worked hard to gather was being plundered by the vortex along the thin line.

"How is it possible? Old Boy Wanhua, you are not dead? I can't do it, this is impossible. I saw you killed by the third son of Tailun with my own eyes, this is impossible!" The black monster soul stared at Han Ming and screamed out such a guess. Apart from the Wanhua Poison Venerable, it could not imagine who could control the Wanhua Poison Eye like this!

"Hmph, you really dare to use this Wanhua Poison Eye. It's really stupid and ridiculous. I don't think about the first time you used it. I hid in the dark, why didn't I kill me!" The masked man sneered, stepped forward, and instantly shot out, quickly approaching the black monster soul.

When the black monster soul saw this scene, he dared not stay there. He decisively abandoned the fixed Wanhua poisonous eye. The soul suddenly rolled up, wrapped in another Wanhua poisonous plate and was about to escape.

"Since you have taken action, do you still want to leave? There is no door!" Han Ming sneered, opened his mouth lightly, and a golden arc erupted from his mouth, and with a slight flash, he came from behind and hit the black monster's soul.

"Ah, Demon-killing Thunder!" The black monster soul had only time to scream, and was burned into blue smoke by the golden arc, and then the breeze blew slightly and completely dissipated.

With a light wave, Han Ming pulled a black storage bag and the broken Wanhua poison disk that fell down after the black monster soul dissipated and the broken Wanhua poison disk into his hand. Han Ming's mouth curled a smile.

With a light wave, another Wanhua poison plate that was fixed in the air fell down and was picked up by Han Ming and started playing with it. He was really sleepy and someone sent a pillow.

Just as I felt that Wanhua Poison Plate was difficult to practice, I got the Wanhua Poison Plate cultivated by the ancient demon. Although it was incomplete, its toxicity disappeared most of its power, it was relatively high in level, and the remaining essence should be able to help refine a Wanhua Poison Plate.

"Fortunately, I chose the method of condensed plates between the eyebrows. These two poison plates should be able to be able to refine one poison plate, but this poison plate will not be successful without several years of refining it!" Han Ming grinned, threw it lightly, and threw the two poison plates into the gray vortex between the eyebrows.

After the two Ten Thousand-Flow Poison Disks were swallowed by the small vortex, the small vortex also stopped rotating and slowly disappeared.

After breathing a relaxed breath, Han Ming swept around and prepared to clean the battlefield.

After searching for a while, Han Ming took the body of the pink female cultivator who was poisoned by Wanhua poisonous eyes into the spirit beast bag that was placed in the ghost-headed insect. He wandered around again, collected a large pile of storage bags, and finally walked towards Ximen Ruoxue.

She had good luck, and was not affected by the battle just now, and was basically unscathed.

Looking at Ximen Ruoxue, whose eyes were as charming as silk, his whole body was seductive pink, and he kept moaning, Han Ming hesitated for a moment, but he did not use his harsh hands to destroy the flowers. He just now put on a mask, and Ximen Ruoxue was confused behind him, so he didn't see his methods, so he was not afraid of recognizing his identity.

Ximen Ruoxue is a cultivator of the Hehe Sect and has a lot of relationship with the Shengxing Sect. He also helped the Shengxing Sect. Before coming in, Qiao Yushan clearly stated that he should not have conflicts with the Hehe Sect and Qingbailing monks.

With a wave of his hand, he sucked Ximen Ruoxue's storage bag into his hand. Han Ming planned to leave here, but after taking a few steps, he stopped again, looked back at the spring light that could not be covered by the bellyband, and sighed slightly.

"Seeing that you are good-looking, I will help you, otherwise you will inevitably be damaged by lustful poison!" Han Ming murmured, took out a pill from the storage bag and fed it into Ximen Ruoxue's mouth.

But he thought that Ximen Ruoxue actually bit Han Ming's finger and licked it with his little tongue a few times.

Take out a long skirt from Ximen Ruoxue's storage bag and throw it on him. Han Ming left directly. It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. He is also a normal man. If this beauty gets angry, it will be difficult to solve it.

If something really happened to Ximen Ruoxue, Han Ming would definitely be extremely presumptuous. It would be unrealistic to marry the other party. It would undoubtedly have found a burden for himself and would hinder his cultivation to a certain extent. If he didn't marry, with his temperament, he would never tolerate a woman who had a night with him marrying others. Of course, there was another choice, which was to kill the other party later, but Han Ming consciously could not do that.

After leaving Wanhua Poison Swamp, Han Ming found a female cultivator named Qin who was picking spiritual herbs outside without much effort. He ordered the other party to do something, and threw away two or three fake pill storage bags he had stolen, so he found a cave to retreat.

The fake infant Linghu of Hehezong, the female cultivator in pink dress, and Ximen Ruoxue's storage bags did not have much precious things. A few ancient treasures and a large amount of materials were all considered useless. It was a pity to eat it.

Han Ming put away the things in the storage bags, and planned to take them back for monks with good relationships with him.

When Han Ming opened the storage bag of the black ancient demon, he found that there was nothing else except a small black jade box. With his eyebrows, Han Ming opened the small jade box and saw a plant inside clearly, and instantly showed ecstasy.

This is a flower of fortune. It has it in its storage bag and has taken it before, but it has four leaves and two leaves, which is useless to him now, but this one is different because this one has six leaves.

Han Ming remembered the information that the big shopkeeper under the Zhuang Yun family recognized. The flower of fortune divided into main roots and attached roots. If each flower of fortune wants to advance, it must condense a large number of low-level secondary roots. As advanced nutrients, he got all of them.

I always knew that there was at least one six-leaf flower of fortune in the north, but Han Ming didn't know where it was, but he didn't expect that he would get it inexplicably now. With this flower of fortune, his chances of becoming a baby have increased a lot.

"Is this ancient demon the ancient demon born on the journey to the capital? All the flowers of fortune flowed out from it before?" Han Ming held the flowers of fortune and guessed strangely. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like this. He wanted to talk about "The Second World Immortal and Fairy Way" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, find a friend~
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