Five rings of different colors appeared out of thin air, and somehow appeared on Han Ming's hands, feet and neck, and suddenly shrank and tightly tied on it. Then Han Ming's magic power stagnated and it was no longer circulated.

Han Ming's deep cultivation level in the Yuanying stage was instantly sealed, and now he can't even use any magical powers.

Han Ming struggled hard for a few times, but found that the magic power in his body was really completely imprisoned. Whether it was the Wheel Transformation Skill, the Sword Transformation Skill, the Body Transformation Skill, the Wand-Changing Skill, etc., no matter what was related to the magic power, it could not be used.

"It is a copy of the forbidden method of the Dao Sect!" The demon-bearded man was shocked when he saw this, but he became excited again. His magic power trembled suddenly. The strange little tripod flew and smashed towards Han Ming's left hand again, clearly trying to take Han Ming's left hand away while taking advantage of the chaos.

However, the strange little tripod did not hit Han Ming. When it was halfway through the flight, it was blocked by the old monk on the righteous path with a string of Buddhist beads. The old monk spent the opportunity to use the five elements rings of the forbidden method, which was not a chance to create a chance for the man who was bearded to seize the pill.

The old monk from the golden robe rushed to Han Ming and swept out a golden light, covering Han Ming's left hand, and was about to suck the colorful root-filled pill that kept flashing in the air into his hand. However, he found that the golden light was swept on Han Ming's left hand, but he did not detain the root-filled pill. The root-filled pill was firmly held by Han Ming.

Seeing this, the old monk with a fierce look flashed in his eyes, raised his arms, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed down at Han Ming's left hand, clearly trying to cut Han Ming's left hand directly.

Han Ming raised his eyes and stared at the eyes of the old monk with golden robe, and said coldly, "You are very good!" After saying that, his right hand was as fast as lightning, and he suddenly grabbed the old monk's arm, preventing the old monk from falling down.

With a sudden pinch, the old monk screamed, and the bones of his right arm were easily crushed by Han Ming.

"How is it possible? Being controlled by the Five Elements Ring, how can you still activate the exercises and increase the strength of your body? Shouldn't you be powerless to resist!" the old monk exclaimed in disbelief.

"Hmph, can't my body be so strong? I don't need magic power to urge it at all? You are bold and dare to seize my opportunity and take the initiative to get close to me, so don't leave!" Han Ming sneered, and punched him out at the same time, facing the chest of the old monk in the golden robe.

The old monk with golden robe was shocked when he almost flew out of the sky. He could not imagine how strong his body was that he could take the magic weapon with his bare hands. One punch was enough to kill him. He did not dare to hesitate and immediately activated one of the most powerful trump cards, "The King of Moves!"

With a muffled sound from the puff, Han Ming did not imagine that the situation did not happen. The old monk in the golden robe did not explode into blood mist, but a large piece of his chest was concave and several sternums were broken.

"Hey, it's actually a body refiner, and his body is barely at the level of an eighth-level monster!" Han Ming looked up and down at the old man in the golden robe, with a little surprised face, but then he sneered, "It's a pity that's not enough!"

The distance between the old monk from the golden robe and Han Ming was too close. Han Ming punched another punch. The old monk from the golden robe had no time to dodge, so he could only put his arms in front of his chest to block it, and was punched firmly in the chest.

Only the "peng" sound was heard, similar to the muffled sound of a watermelon being instantly shattered by huge force. The old monk from the golden robe started from the waist and was directly hit by Han Ming's punch into a blood mist, and all important organs such as the heart were completely destroyed.

With one hand on his back, Han Ming was one step late after all. A light golden Nascent Soul wrapped in a storage bag, flew away with a string of Buddhist beads, and instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only the remains of the old monk.

Almost just two encounters, Han Ming severely damaged the body of an old monk at the peak of the early stage of the Yuanying period of the righteous path. It was still imprisoned by magic power. This shocked the other three demon cultivators. They hesitated for a moment. I wonder if it would make sense to continue fighting. After all, the pill had been grabbed by Han Ming.

With a cold snorting, Han Ming was about to swallow the root-filling pill into his stomach, but a sudden change occurred again. A dark phantom flashed suddenly and appeared behind Han Ming. A large amount of demonic energy curled up to cover Han Ming. At the same time, two dark daggers were slashed at Han Ming.

Han Ming cannot use the blind sky judgment for the time being. The false eye condensed by the secret technique of the spiritual eye can only be regarded as a decoration, with little effect. It is suddenly trapped by the demonic energy that obscures the mental power, and Han Ming actually lost control of the surroundings.

He raised his fists suddenly and smashed it hard in a certain direction above his head, knocking away the two black daggers. Han Ming turned his head, and then brought out a strong wind and kicked it behind him.

Han Ming felt that he had kicked something, but in fact he did kick something. The demonic energy mass condensed, and a dark phantom was hit hard and flew out directly.

After rolling for more than a hundred feet on the ground, the sick young man suddenly spitted out a mouthful of blood. Then he lowered his head and looked at the broken clothes on his chest and a pair of scales that were sunken. Then he looked up at Han Ming who was standing upright, and shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that there would be such a physical refiner in the world of immortal cultivation. His melee ability is indeed as recorded in ancient books. It's extremely terrible. I haven't heard that a physical refiner can resist strange poisons!"

Looking at the empty left hand and the trace of black blood oozing from the wound, Han Ming's face was full of gloomy. The sick young man just now took advantage of the fact that he didn't see the surroundings clearly and attacked him with a poisonous dagger. He paralyzed his hands with a strange poison and took the opportunity to snatch the Bugen Pill.

Everyone was surprised to see the colorful root-replenishing pill in the sick young man's hand. Han Ming shocked the people around him with his strong strength. The three demon monks gave up, but they didn't expect that at the last moment, the sick young man who was supposed to be watching the show in the distance suddenly appeared and took action against the powerful Han Ming, and he was even more successful.

The distance between him and the sick young man was too far away, and Han Ming did not take action immediately. Instead, he looked into the distance. There was actually a sick young man sitting cross-legged. After seeing him turn to look over, he grinned, jumped slightly, and quickly approached the young man who grabbed the Bugendan.

The sickly young man who was kicked by Han Ming turned his hand gently, put away the root-boosting pill, and then made another move. Another sickly young man actually flew away and turned into a ball the size of a child's fist.

"The puppet, so imitated, can actually hide so many Nascent Soul stages, which is very valuable!" Han Ming stared at the sick young man's actions, his eyes flashed slightly, and then said, "It was you who told the old monk that there is a root-boosting pill under the altar, let him take action first and be a scapegoat. You are so flirting with troubled waters!"

"Ha, that's right!" The sick young man admitted directly, then looked at Han Ming with a smile, and said in a surprised tone, "Fellow Daoist Han is well-known. He was trapped in the famous forbidden weapon, Five Elements Ring, and was also hit by the Ten Absolute Poisons but jumped around. I'm afraid you are the only one in the whole land north!"

Han Ming raised his hand and shook the rings that were urging on his limbs and neck that everyone activated, and put them in two storage bags together with the corpse of the old monk in the golden robe. Then he let out a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Taoist is also amazing. He snatched two colorful root-replenishing pills by himself, and the only one in the north. But are you a little greedy? But I don't know if you can leave this forbidden area alive!" Han Ming's face flashed with evil spirits, and he spoke in a cold tone.

"Is that so, let's try it!" The sick young man smiled, then gently raised his sleeves, turned into a black light, disappeared into place, and flew towards the depths of the ruins.

Seeing this, Han Ming was not anxious. He slowly put away the green-faced ghost puppet, sent a message to Xie Lingyun, and then escaped and chased the sick young man.

The root-filling pill was not in Han Ming's hands, and the other monks in the Demonic Way had no reason to continue to take action. They let Han Ming leave and did not exercise their skills to Xie Ling. There was no resentment, so there was no need to make enemies with the same level.
Chapter completed!