This old man escaped extremely quickly, and was not comparable to ordinary cultivators in the Killing Stage. After the black magic claws fell, they immediately rushed to the front of the Thirty-Two Forbidden Formation Diagram.

He looked up at the black magic claws that were approaching him. Han Ming's expression slightly condensed, he decisively put away the Fire Sword, then turned around suddenly, stepped on his feet towards the void, held a red and golden arm, and pounded it down hard at the magic claws.

A golden fist print of five or six feet large escaped from his fist, swept towards the black claws with rolling golden air waves, and finally Han Ming's head hit hard.

The black claws and the golden fist print collided together, but did not explode, but instead merged into one, turning into a circle of gold-black halos, which were extremely dazzling, like a small sun with two colors.

More than 20,000 monks present held their breath and stared at the other side. Without saying a word, the world became quiet in an instant.

After a brief silence for three breaths, a loud bang, the black and golden halo rose and shrank and completely exploded, and tens of thousands of black and golden light burst out, like sharp arrows shooting towards the surroundings.

Ninety-nine percent of the monks subconsciously turned their heads or closed their eyes, and their naked eyes could not bear this level of burning sensation.

After five or six breaths, the black and golden light slowly dissipated. The monks around him recovered from a brief blindness and looked at the battlefield over there, but they glared slightly and saw two figures with huge aura floating in the air, fighting against each other.

The sky over there was divided into two colors. On one side was the rolling black clouds and the violent demonic aura. There was a thin old man standing inside, and on the other side was the dazzling golden light, like a solid sharp golden silk thread, thousands of densely packed pieces, and this blue figure stood proudly inside.

The black demon cloud and the golden silk thread competed against each other, eroding and resisting each other, but no one could do anything to each other.

"It's you, I killed my junior brother twenty years ago!" The skinny old man looked at Han Ming, who was covered in golden light, like the golden armored god of war. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice.

"Maybe, then you want to take revenge? But you are afraid you can't stop me?" Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the Xingxing Sect Protecting Sect formation that was close to him, shrugged his shoulders without any haste, and was quite calm.

"Hmph, but there are some methods that are just passing the same level. Do you really think you are a genius? Do you really want to compete with the Nascent Soul Stage? Today I want to let you know what there is a sky outside the sky!" The thin old man shouted sternly, then raised his hand and took out a black magic banner from somewhere.

The black demon banner was two feet tall, and the huge black flag was filled with rolling black demonic energy. The six-armed and two-horned ancient beast embroidered on it seemed to come alive, spreading its teeth and claws, and sucking and spitting the surrounding demonic energy.

"Qi!" The skinny old man suddenly raised his hand and waved the black magic banner, then threw it out, like a projecting spear, throwing the black magic banner towards Han Ming.

The black demon banner was like an invincible spear, instantly breaking through the golden silk thread around Han Ming, and instantly attacking Han Ming, piercing him hard on his head, and stunning him directly on the light curtain of the Xingxing Sect Protective Sect.

"Good come!" Han Ming saw the black demon banner laughing instead of anger, roared, and rushed forward directly to the demon banner.

Han Ming slapped his two red and golden arms continuously. The moment the magic banner was about to stab his eyebrows, he grabbed the flagpole of the magic banner, and the red and golden scales of his hands rubbed against the flagpole, which made a toothache sound.

On the side, Han Ming turned around in place, took advantage of the opportunity to project the magic banner back at the skinny old man at a faster rate, and at the same time, he suddenly shook his arm and shot more than a dozen punch marks in succession.

"Superficial, ridiculous!" The skinny old man sneered when he saw this scene, then raised his hand gently and tapped Han Ming.

With the urination of the thirsty, the black demon banner exploded instantly, turning into a large stream of pure black demonic energy and spreading. Han Ming's dozens of fist prints hit it, but there was no wave at all.

Han Ming frowned slightly when he saw this, and there was a solemn look in his eyes.

"Ao!" Following a deafening roar, a black monster ten feet tall slowly walked out of the black fog, with a pair of sharp horns that shook the sky, and walked slowly towards Han Ming with his six pillars.

"Little thief, let you know what the real strength of the Nascent Soul stage is!" The thin old man raised his hand, and the black monster disappeared in an instant. The next moment he reached Han Ming's head. He stood up, and his two big hooves were raised high, like a lie madon, stomping on it hard.

A small red shield appeared out of thin air under the monster's big hoof, slightly resisting the whereabouts of the black monster's hoof. Han Ming took this opportunity to escape and appear on the head of the black monster.

Han Ming waved his hand gently, and the red shield that was trampled on the soles of the black monster trembled slightly, turning into a red small sword, piercing through the ground, flew out, and appeared in his hand. Han Ming shouted "slash", then waved the black monster's neck, and the red small sword in his hand came out again, standing on the black monster's neck.

Only a "puchi" sound was heard, and the fire sword penetrated into the black monster's neck, cutting half of the black monster's head, hanging it on the neck with only the other half. However, the effect was already there, and the black monster fell to the ground and turned into a ball of black demonic energy and dissipated.

With a wave of his hand, he sucked the Fire Sword, and Han Ming rushed towards the thin old man.

"Hmph, there are some tricks, but you are a little happy too early!" The skinny old man was not anxious at all when he saw the black monster being killed, but instead showed a hint of mocking. Then he raised his hand gently, and the demonic energy suddenly increased, completely blocking Han Ming's retreat.

The black monster condensed out of his body again in the demonic energy, and the wound on his neck disappeared without a trace. It stared at Han Ming with its big eyes like a copper bell, but it was not in a hurry to take action!

"Oh, it turns out that I want to block my way, but you are considerate!" Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the black monster, revealing a hint of suddenness.

"Hmph, I have to learn more about your little thief's methods!" The skinny old man grinned, with a strong demonic energy on his body.

"I think of going together. I want to learn more about your methods, so let's try it!" Han Ming grinned and then stole the fire sword in his hand in front of him.

After saying that, Han Ming raised the long sword in his hand, swept out a strong sword energy storm and swept towards the thin old man. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, the thin old man naturally did not give in. With a wave of his sleeves, he swung out a large amount of strong demonic energy to meet the sword energy.

With his current methods alone, Han Ming did not feel that he could kill the Nascent Soul Stage. He now just wanted to test the method of the Demon Sect's Nascent Soul Stage, so he didn't have to fight for life and death. The thin old man on the opposite side seemed to have other plans and did not use real tough methods, but he was stalemate with Han Ming.

Next, Han Ming and the skinny old man competed in the air, attacking and defending each other, but there was no situation where anyone had the upper hand or who was in danger.

The cultivators of the Demon Sect around had already retreated. Not to mention the Dan-Creating Stage, even the few fake babies left in the Demon Sect could not get involved, and they did not dare to interfere, because the thin old man had secretly sent a message to them and ordered them to retreat immediately.

Although there are tens of thousands of cultivators in the Demon Sect here, they can only stare at Han Ming, the fake baby who suddenly appeared, and fight with their Supreme Elder in the air with vivid and colorful battles.

Inside the Xingxing Sect Protective Array, all the cultivators looked here, and their faces were full of disbelief. A fake infant stage actually competed with the Nascent Soul stage and never had a disadvantage. This was simply incredible.

They all stared at Han Ming with a faint hope on their faces. Although most people did not know Han Ming, it did not prevent them from judging Han Ming's position. They were all fighting with the Supreme Elder of the Dividing Demon Sect. Even if they were not the ancestor of the Xingxing Sect, they would come to rescue the Xingxing Sect.

With this existence, the possibility of the Xingxing Sect maintaining is no longer a luxury.

There was another hint of hope in the hearts of the many monks of the Xingxing Sect. Perhaps the Xingxing Sect can still be preserved.

On the peak of the Master Shengxing Sect, Chun'er, wearing a black robe, stood in front of everyone and stopped all the Jiedan stages that were going out to rescue.

"Young master sends me a message, don't you go out to save me. You all stay in the formation. He will naturally come back after trying out the other party's methods. At that time, just open an entrance!" Chun'er gave a cold command, then turned to look at Han Ming, who was carrying thousands of sword energy not far away.

The yellow-shandled fake infant Qi, who was standing with Qiao Yushan, saw a hint of hesitation flashing on his face, and he wanted to speak but stopped. However, after he looked at Han Ming's momentum that was far beyond his reach, he shook his head silently. This junior brother Han had his own plans. Before the Supreme Elder went into seclusion, he also explicitly told him to lead the sect. He should not do bad things with kindness!

Chen Yuxin and Lin Fengqi stood side by side, looking at Han Ming, who was fighting against the Nascent Soul Stage with his false infant stage cultivation, was completely stunned. After looking at each other, he easily saw the shock in the other party's eyes.

Chen Yuxin looked at Han Ming over there. In addition to being shocked, she also felt a little more regretful. She felt that she had done something wrong, something that would make her regret for her life. She missed a chance to reach the sky one step at a time.

She was one of the first people to come into contact with Han Ming. She knew some of Han Ming’s past and even more knew what Han Ming had to reach this point now.
Chapter completed!