Han Ming held the black demon blade in one hand, with a faint smile on his lips, and his expression was calm. He did not seem to have put the two Nascent Soul cultivators in front of him in his eyes, but just said lightly: I haven’t heard that the righteous path is so jealous of evil, and you don’t ask which demon sect I belong to?

Humph, don’t talk nonsense. If you dare to use such a bloody method to refine monsters, it is a taboo in the world of immortal cultivation. Send the monsters quickly and follow me to return to the sect. Otherwise, you will definitely be chased by my true sect until death, and you may not be able to leave today! The bald monk wearing a colorful cassock spoke in a deep voice.

Oh? Zhenyi Sect? This is interesting. Why, according to my understanding, the two masters who are in the right shape of Zhenyi Sect and you have both gentle and polite personalities. Your aggressiveness is not the same as that of him? Han Ming still spoke lightly, but there was a hint of coldness on his face. As for whether he could leave, it should not be determined by the two walking corpses like soulless and puppet-like walking corpses!

As soon as Han Ming said this, the monk's face changed a few times in an instant. He looked at each other and saw the surprise in the other's eyes. But after he had seen the eyes, they turned their heads and shouted coldly: I don't know what you are saying, hand over the monsters quickly, and I can also say something good to you in front of the master. If your Demon Sect comes forward, you can let you have a way out!

I have already seen through the faces of you and pretending to be interesting? If you want to do it, just come on. I want to see who is, dare to attack the Supreme Elder of the True One, pretending to be his life, and acting under the name of the True One. Is it because I want to cause a war in the Dibei Immortal Cultivation World? Han Ming snorted, and his tone became a little colder.

One monk and Taoist looked at each other, then looked at Han Ming carefully for a while, and then said strangely: It’s really strange. After the demonic corpse is refined, the late stage of the Nascent Soul may not be able to see through it. How can you, a kid in the early stage of the Nascent Soul?

Guess! Han Ming's mouth curled slightly, revealing his white teeth full of mouth. As he said that, he grabbed the magic blade in his hand.

I don’t know what it means, do you think that after you have great luck, you can become invincible by refining a magic dragon blade? You are really unafraid. You have to know that the real terrible dragon blade is because of your growth. How powerful can you be than ordinary magic weapons? The monk said coldly, and slapped the storage bag and took out a purple-gold bowl.

Han Ming was shocked when he heard this, and his guess about the identity of the monk and the Taoist man was even stronger. The Demon Dragon Blade is not an ordinary treasure. Although it is a famous treasure of the Demon Taoist, it only appears in legends. Few people know the specific shape and aura, but this Dao Yi monk recognized it at a glance. From this, it can be seen that the people behind this Dao Yi monk are probably related to ancient monsters.

And the monster identities of the two Nascent Soul Elders in the middle and early stages of the Zhenyi Gate are a little about to emerge!

You can tell whether it is strong or not! Han Ming smiled and placed the magic blade in front of his chest, his body was filled with demonic energy, and he was urging his magic power to prepare to take action.

OK OK OK OK OK OK Seeing Han Ming so fearless and didn't take him seriously, the Taoist seemed a little angry, shouted three times, his face completely cold, and then he took out a red and golden ancient sword from the storage bag with one hand: I want to see what methods are your little demon cultivator in the lower world!

The red and golden ancient sword is about three feet long, with a circle of red and crystal-like patterns on the surface, interlaced together, and there seemed to be flames flowing inside, exuding bursting fire aura throughout.

As soon as the ancient sword was taken out, the surrounding temperature rose several levels instantly. Even through the body-protecting light curtain, Han Ming also felt the heat rushing on his face, which showed the power of the heat wave visible to the naked eye outside.

When he saw this ancient sword, Han Ming picked up his eyelids slightly. This ancient sword was so similar to the Lieyang Sword of Zhenyi Sect that was so strong that it was dedicated to killing evil demons. The Lieyang Sword is the personal treasure of the Old Taoist Tianhuo!

The righteous way of heavenly fire, the demon way of Chiyou, and the crane energy of Yue Kingdom, these three only great monks in the Dibei North have a great reputation and their strength is far beyond the ordinary Nascent Soul Stage. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the strongest three people in the Dibei North, especially the old Taoist Tianhuo, with seven treasures on their side, and the Lieyang Sword is one of them, claiming to be immortal and unscathed!

After staring at the red and golden ancient sword carefully and looking at it several times, Han Ming probably confirmed that this should be one of the seven treasures of the old Taoist Tianhuo, the Lieyang Sword, but I don’t know why it got into the hands of the Taoist priest in front of me!

Death! First, the monk with colorful cassocks took action and activated the purple-gold bowl to smash it head-on to Han Ming. Before the bowl arrived, a large area of ​​purple-gold Buddha light suppressed Han Ming first.

Death? I'm afraid you don't have the ability! Han Ming sneered, held the magic blade with his hands without fear, and slashed gently into the sky.

The Demon Dragon Blade swung down, and a dark black horse flashed away, directly breaking through the purple-gold Buddha light in the sky, and bombarding the purple-gold bowl hard. A burst of bursting aura suddenly burst out, with purple-gold and dark light flashing continuously.

Han Ming gently waved his sleeves and shook the Buddha light and dark sword light around him. He looked up at the sky and saw that the purple-gold bowl was blown away and flew back to the front of the monk with a colorful cassock. The monk stopped lightly.

Han Ming frowned and looked at the demon blade in his hand. His face was a little more solemn. The power of this demon dragon blade was different from what he expected. He just knocked down the devil's extraordinary one just now. The power it emitted was a little stronger than the ordinary Nascent Soul magic weapon, but it was a little unworthy of its name and wasted the name of the most powerful treasure of the Demonic Way!

Humph, I have told you that the real terrifying thing about the Demon Dragon Blade is its growth. Now it has been refined, so its power is naturally not very good! The old Taoist sneered, then raised his hand gently, threw out the red and golden ancient sword in his hand, and turned into a meteor-like flame to take Han Ming's head.

The Lieyang Sword is worthy of being the personal treasure of the great monk. Its power is far from comparable to that of the purple and golden bowl before. As soon as he attacked, the temperature around him rose several steps again. At the same time, the surroundings were full of red and golden flames, burning half of the sky red.

The old Taoist's cultivation level is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and now it is urging another extremely strong and yang treasure. Its power is unimaginable. Such a method is even more than Mo Yidao, who was the first to be afraid to win.

Even so, why not? Then Jae wants to see what means you have to win! Seeing this, Han Ming turned his hand gently, crossed the black demon blade in front of him, and swung it up without hesitation.

This time, Han Ming did not activate any sword light, but simply swung the sword, and used the black and red blade of the magic dragon blade to face the red and golden ancient sword that was shot over. He did not retreat at all, and the blade faced the sword edge, like a needle pointing to the wheat light.

Under the red and golden flames in the sky, Han Ming, wearing a black robe, rushed forward.

Clang, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, the red and golden ancient sword collided with the demon blade, but it retreated at once, and stabbed again in another direction.

It's strange that the magic blade clearly had no magic power fluctuations, but after repelling the Lieyang Sword, it was actually blocked with the red and golden flames around it. A "vacuum" zone centered on Han Ming was formed in the flames in the sky, and no red flame could penetrate into it.

The old Taoist closed his hands in the middle, then yelled at both sides, and shouted loudly. The next moment, the red and golden ancient swords stopped slightly in the air, and suddenly turned into more than a hundred true and false Fiery Sun Swords, stabbing them like lightning, as if they were to divide the Han Ming Luan Sword below.

Good thing! Han Ming shouted loudly and gently flicked at the hilt of the Demon Dragon Blade. The next moment, the Demon Blade actually vibrated at a strange frequency, making a burst of crisp dragon roars.

Waving the sword up again, a half-moon halo was drawn from the blade of the Demon Dragon Blade, and a light sound was heard. A red and golden ancient sword flew out. At the same time, all the ancient swords stabbed around were gone, and the red and golden flames also turned into a few spiritual lights and disappeared.

Then there was only a series of buzzing sounds. The red and golden ancient sword actually buzzed with the special frequency that the magic dragon blade had just shaken. The sword body's light was unstable, and bursts of red and golden smoke fell from it, and was thrown behind the sword body, like a red and golden meteor tail flame.

The Taoist priest reached out to take the Fierce Sun Sword, but before he could take action, he heard the sound of Peng!, and the red and golden sword body turned into a ball of red and golden smoke. Only one of the sword hilts was pulled into the old Taoist's hand by the light of spirit.

How is this possible? The old Taoist held the Lieyang Sword with only the hilt left, and was stunned for a moment, then he looked shocked, and then shook his head on his own: Impossible, it's a bit difficult to destroy this Lieyang Sword. How could you destroy it so easily? No, this impossible, how could the Demon Dragon Blade have such ability!

There are many impossible things! Han Ming's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he just tried it. Unexpectedly, the stone dragon embryo material was so amazing. Then he lit up the blade of the Demon Dragon Blade again, and the Demon Blade trembled at a special frequency again, buzzing, like a roar of dragons.

Holding the trembling demon blade, Han Ming jumped up without hesitation, rushed straight to the monk wearing a colorful cassock, crossed more than ten feet in a row, and slashed it with a sudden knife.

Quick! At this time, the monk dared not be negligent. Without thinking, he threw out the purple-gold bowl in his hand again, covering Han Ming and smashed it down. At the same time, his body movement was about to fly away.

Do you still want to leave? It's a bit late! Han Ming snorted, swung his sword without hesitation, and the blade slashed at the bottom of the purple-gold bowl. Then, with a sound of the bulb, the bowl was actually infected with a special tremor frequency by the Demon Dragon Blade, and flew backwards. Half of the flight, he couldn't bear the special tremor, and the bulb turned into a purple-gold mist.

He threw out the purple-gold bowl, but he was cut into purple mist without even gaining it for a moment. The demon blade like a sword of death quickly came to his face, and the monk with a colorful cassock suddenly flew out of the sky.

At such a critical moment, the monk with colorful cassock slapped his heart hard, and a string of light golden Buddhist beads flew out from his neck. The thirty-six Buddhist beads floated above his head, and when they rotated violently, they turned into a round shield.

He slapped the blade of the Demon Dragon Blade again, and the frequency of the Demon Dragon Blade trembled even faster. Han Ming waved his sword without hesitation and directly slashed the shield turned into by the Buddhist beads.

One cut down without any obstacles or screams, and a knife slashed to the end. Apart from the smoke from the shields turned into Buddhist beads, there was only a colorful robe that was split in half, wrapped in a skeleton, and a storage bag fell from the air.
Chapter completed!