Rebirth of the best son

Volume 3 Chapter 101 The Eighth Ancestral Witch Picture

After sleeping unintentionally for a long night, Hua Ming simply let go of his spiritual sense to search for the whereabouts of the girls' souls. Since his spiritual sense turned red, not only did the area covered by it become more than ten times larger, but he also developed a special attack power.

This function of Jue and Thunder are Hua Ming's last trump cards, even though they were not used in the last battle with Liu Yunzi!

The red moonlight was very cold. There were hundreds of millions of ghosts in King Qin Guang's ghost town. It was not easy to find Wen Xiaoqin and the others among the hundreds of millions of people. Finding a needle in a haystack was just that. He flew up and divided the entire ghost town into thousands of pieces.

Then the spiritual sense encompassed the entire area, and he kept using the spiritual sense for several hours. Although he was not physically tired, he still felt tired in his heart!

As he continued to search, the spiritual sense happened to land in an area. Suddenly, a powerful and surging spiritual thought turned into a giant sword and slashed towards his spiritual sense. Hua Ming was startled, and the red spiritual sense retracted from the sky.

Turn into a shield!

"Boom!" The result of the collision of spiritual thoughts and spiritual senses in the sky was that an invisible ripple spread out, and for a while there was no cloud in the sky!

"Poof!" Hua Ming opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. He did not dare to delay the injury of his spiritual sense at all. He could not even use teleportation. He used the secret of wind and Feitian Escape at the same time and quickly left the area!

Just as Hua Ming left, a figure appeared in the place where he was just now. "Strange, when did King Qin Guang's ghost city gain a strong man of the Ghost Emperor level, and he just broke through? Didn't his parents teach him not to use it easily?"

Want to explore?"

The reason why Hua Ming was injured just now was because of the opponent's sneak attack, and the other reason was that the opposing spirit was too powerful. Although the quality of Hua Ming's spiritual sense was very high and comparable to that of the Immortal Emperor and the Ghost Emperor, his quantity was too great.

Too little. If the spiritual consciousness of an Immortal Emperor is the water in a lake, then the amount of Hua Ming’s spiritual consciousness is just the water in a pond. Although they are all water in essence, the water in a lake is not the same as the water in a lake.

The water in the pond has no comparison at all!

In the early morning, the fiery red sunlight came in through the window. It was not as hot as the sun, but it felt extra soft. After a night of breath control, my spiritual sense had recovered by seven to eight points, but it took less than ten days and a half to recover.

Impossible!

As soon as he walked out of the room, a woman in black came up to her obediently. This was specially sent by Luo Pang to serve Hua Ming. "Take me to see your shopkeeper!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Haha, Brother Hua had a good rest last night!" Luopang's chubby face was full of friendly smile!

"Very good, very good!" Hua Ming sat down at Luo Pang's greeting, "Brother Luo Pang, I have something to ask you!"

"Of course there is no problem!" Luopang waved his hand and all the ghosts retreated!

"Brother Luopang, I released my spiritual thoughts last night, but I was attacked by others. What happened?" Hua Ming said, omitting some content.

"Ah, you actually released your spiritual thoughts in a ghost town?" Luo Pang's face was full of disbelief, and then he asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"

"It's a small injury but not serious!"

"Hey, brother, you are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. You can do this kind of thing. Fortunately, the person who attacked you is not highly cultivated. Otherwise, even if you die, no one will stand up for you!" Luo Pang said in a heavy tone.

"Brother Luo Pang, what's going on?" Hua Ming felt the overtone in Luo Pang's tone!

"There is a taboo among the ten ghost cities in the underworld. You are not allowed to use your spiritual thoughts to explore others privately!"

"Why?" Hua Ming asked curiously!

"It's very simple to say, if a ghost emperor's residence is allowed to be explored, then where is his majesty, so this rule was set by many ghost emperors! Brother Hua, although you are Bai Luo, who is rarely seen in ten thousand years.

Sha, after all, your strength is still low now, so you better not break this taboo!"

Hua Ming secretly nodded and noted it down, but in his heart he was lamenting, "Even if I can use my spiritual sense, looking for Wen Xiaoqin and the others is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Now that I can't even use my spiritual sense, how can I find them!"

Seeing that Hua Ming was not in high spirits, Luo Pang thought that he was worried about the injury to his mind, so he patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, your future is boundless. When you stand on the highest peak of the underworld, then

Even if you use your spiritual thoughts to search for the Ghost Emperor, I believe the Ghost Emperor will feel honored!"

Luo Pang walked out and left Hua Ming alone in the room thinking. Although Hua Ming had a calm expression on his face, his heart was turbulent. Luo Pang's words gave him a lot of inspiration, whether it was the human world or all the forces in the underworld.

Power and money are all based on strength. To put it bluntly, a big fist is the truth! The strong is respected! The weak eat the strong, everything in the world is false in the face of strength!

"Boom!" Hua Ming felt that the power of his mind instantly turned into a huge fist. This fist did not have any supernatural power, but only unyielding, perseverance, and strong fighting spirit! It seemed that some barrier was broken, as if it was a matter of course.

Hua Ming's soul suddenly

There was a rapid trembling. Yes, the eighth layer of the Zuwu Diagram seemed to be only such a thin layer in front of him. As long as he stretched out his finger and took a bucket, the sea and the sky would be vast. Of course, this was just an illusion. If the barrier was so easy to break through, he would

I won’t be stuck in the seventh picture for so long!

"Brother Luopang, I suddenly felt something. I need to stay in seclusion for a while. Please protect me!" The message was sent to Luopang who was greeting the guests!

"Retreating, of course there is no problem. Don't worry, brother, no one will disturb you!" Luo Pang said with joy on his face. "You are indeed a White Rakshasa, a natural cultivator!"

Luo Pang dodged and came to one of the main halls. "The visitor turned the backyard into a forbidden area and sent an unknown ghost emperor in green to guard the courtyard. No one is allowed to disturb!" Luo Pang's smile faded, revealing the dignity of a superior.

, if Hua Ming were here, I'm afraid he would sigh that maybe this is Luo Pang's true face, but it's a pity that now he has become like his own mind and doesn't know anything about the outside world!

In Hua Ming's mind, all the symbols of magical powers turned into seven ancestral witch pictures. These ancestral witch pictures all exuded the same aura. They were overwhelming and overwhelming, especially the fighting spirit filled in them, which almost condensed part of the space!

Hua Ming thought, and the phantom of the eighth ancestral witch picture appeared in the sky above the other seven pictures. Although it was just a phantom, the pressure emanating from it was no longer something that the previous seven ancestral witch pictures could withstand.

Suddenly, the eighth ancestral witch picture started spinning in his mind, and traces of smoke-like symbols overflowed from it and flew towards his soul!

"Gurgling" is like the sound of swallowing water, and his soul is like a person who has been thirsty for a long time, greedily absorbing the symbols like blue smoke...absorb, absorb and absorb again!