Han’s Immortal Path

Han Changming raised his right hand, and a golden light flew out and disappeared.

The green light on the old man in the green shirt released a large amount of green light, extinguishing the green flames on his body.

The golden light flashed, and a small golden bell appeared above the head of the old man in the green shirt. It was the golden flood bell.

As soon as Han Changming's tactic was pinched, Jin Jiaozhong's body soared, covering the old man in the green shirt.

The golden flooded bell smashed to the ground, and most of the golden flooded bell fell into the ground.

The bell of "clang clang" rang!

The golden dragon bell shook violently, and thick and long cracks appeared on the ground, and the cracks continued to expand.

The golden dragon bell protruded a fist mark, and soon a second one appeared, and small cracks appeared on the surface of the bell body.

Han Changming's face sank, and when he raised his right hand, a small brick with a yellow light flew out and instantly swelled.

As soon as the yellow giant brick appeared in the sky above the golden dragon clock, the black painting scroll made a sound of "woo woo", and the ghosts in the painting scroll spewed black silk threads, entangling the yellow giant brick and pulling it into the black painting scroll. middle.

Han Changming frowned, it seemed that the treasure could not help the old man in the green shirt, and could only use his supernatural powers.

With a loud bang, Jin Jiaozhong was torn apart, and the old man in the green shirt escaped, but his breath was sluggish, and his vitality looked severely damaged.

As soon as the green-shirted old man got out of trouble, a sound of stormy waves sounded, and a blue river rushed forward, like a blue spear, which seemed to pierce the green-shirted old man's heart.

Countless cyan thorns emerged from the ground, entangling the body of the green-shirted old man again, a red light flashed, and a big hand wrapped in flames emerged out of thin air and slapped the green-shirted old man.

A strong force of gravity appeared out of thin air, and the old man in the green shirt felt that his body was as heavy as ten million kilograms and could not move.

The blue river slammed into the green-shirted old man. The green-shirted old man groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood. The big red hand clapped on his body, and the billowing flames drowned the green-shirted old man's body.

An unpleasant smell rushed towards the face, and the dense purple raindrops poured down. The old man in the green shirt could not avoid it at all. He had to cast a spell to resist. Watching the dense purple raindrops fall on him.

The old man in the green shirt screamed again and again, and a burst of blue smoke rose from his body, which was corroded into blood holes.

The old man in the green shirt looked crazy, opened his mouth and spewed out a black light, and went straight to Ye Xin.

Han Changming's magic tactic was pinched, and the mirror surface of the golden gang mirror was bright, spurting dense golden light, defeating the black light.

The old man in the green shirt raised his right hand, and a golden talisman flew out, exuding terrifying aura fluctuations.

"The sixth-order talisman!"

Han Changming's complexion changed greatly, and he hurriedly threw out a shield that was flickering with yellow light.

Ye Xin broke into a magic trick, and the small blue umbrella lowered a large blue glow.

With a muffled sound, the golden runes burst open, and countless golden runes poured out, turning into a giant sword with golden light, heading straight for Han Changming.

The golden giant sword was slashed on top of the yellow shield, and with a "keng" sound, the yellow shield was split into two halves in an instant like paper paste.

The dense yellow gravel rolled around and turned into a thick yellow armor, protecting Han Changming's whole body.

The golden giant sword hit Han Changming's abdomen, and the yellow armor also burst open a large hole. Han Changming flew out, spit out a large mouthful of blood, his face paled, and he fell heavily on the ground.

Ye Xin's figure blurred and disappeared.

The golden giant sword turned into a golden rainbow, heading straight for Han Changming.

The ground burst open, and a yellow earth wall more than a thousand feet high rose from the ground, which was cut in half by the golden giant sword. Taking this opportunity, Han Changming had already escaped into the ground.

The old man in the green shirt frowned, an astonishing heat wave hit his face, and a golden flame fell from the sky.

He was startled and planned to avoid it, but his body weighed tens of thousands of pounds and could not move an inch.

The extremely weird hissing sound sounded again, and the head of the old man in the green shirt sank. When he regained consciousness, the golden flame fell on him.

Song Qingqing threw out a small mirror flickering with blue light, and sprayed out hundreds of blue lightning balls, which smashed on the old man in green one after another.

Countless red firelights emerged from the void, and after a blur, they turned into red fireballs one after another, hitting the green-shirted old man one after another.

After the loud bang, the cyan thunder light and the red fire light drowned the figure of the old man in the green shirt.

Jintong Jinwu and Amethyst Flying Scorpio were not idle either, attacking the old man in green.

Countless yellow gravels flew up in the wind and turned into thousands of yellow sand blades several feet long, submerged in the lightning and firelight.

The explosions continued, and the air waves rolled.

A mini Nascent Soul flew out from the air waves, and before it flew far, a golden flame fell from the sky and hit the mini Nascent Soul.

With a scream, the Mini Nascent Soul evaporated from the world.

The aura of the black painting scroll dimmed and fell to the ground.

Han Changming emerged from the ground, his face pale, and his clothes were stained with blood.

If it weren't for multiple defensive spirit treasures blocking the front, coupled with dry sun sand and defensive inner armor, Han Changming would be dead.

Amethyst Flying Scorpion and Jintong Jinwu were also seriously injured and flew back to Han Changming's side.

Lin Chu and Song Qingqing were full of fear, and they were not much better.

At this time, the thunder and fire light dissipated, and the old man in the green shirt lay in a huge pit, his body was riddled with holes, and there was a black bead on his body.

Ye Xin found a green storage ring from the corpse. With a flick of her sleeve, a green glow swept across the ground. There were a lot of things on the ground, two high-grade spirit treasures, a batch of Yin-type alchemy materials, and more. There are dozens of jade slips and more than 20 million spirit stones.

There are two heaven-penetrating spiritual treasures, a picture of a hundred ghosts in prison, and a ghost blade.

The treasures taken by the Hundred Ghosts Prisoner Map will naturally go back to their respective families.

Han Changming took the Hundred Ghosts Prisoner's Picture, and the Ghost Blades belonged to Lin Chu. The rest of the materials were divided equally. All the jade slips belonged to Han Changming, but Lin Chu did not dare to have an opinion. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Even though Han Changming was seriously injured, Amethyst Flying Scorpion and Jintong Jinwu were not dead yet, and Lin Chu and Song Qingqing were not in a good state. Lin Chu was not very sure about the real life-and-death struggle.

Dividing the spoils together, everyone is on the same boat, and the news leaks, no one has a hard time.

"Fellow Daoist Han, let's say goodbye to this. Today's matter, we are all rotten in our stomachs. The news leaks, it will not benefit anyone."

After Lin Chu said this, he left with Song Qingqing.

"Let's go! Let's leave too!"

Han Changming put Amethyst Flying Scorpion and Jintong Jinwu into the spirit beast bracelet, and left the place with Ye Xin.

He is very weak now and needs to be well recuperated for a while.

Han Changming and Ye Xin would be in danger if they encountered other cultivators.

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