The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming turned into an erratic phantom to shuttle back and forth across the stalagmites, trying to avoid the three wind blades behind him.

The Mistake Step presented by Senior Brother Qi to Han Ming is worthy of being the top light technique in the world. It can suddenly increase the speed by a large amount in a short period of time, turning the impossible into possibility. Han Ming is almost beaten every time. When the waist was cut off, it was the stray step that escaped the catastrophe.

The light body technique is different from the lost step. The light body technique makes people agile. It can sprint several meters away from a point of your toe without any effort. It can run fast on the land. He rose into the air for a short time, but Han Ming was far from practicing the light body technique to such a degree.

　　 Relying on two completely different secrets under the feet, light body technique and miraculous step, as well as the hook in his hand, Han Ming can continuously jump and escape on the stalagmites, and for a while, the wind blade can't catch up with him.

Although he has always escaped the wind blade technique commanded by the blood-robed man, Han Ming felt bitter in his heart. Due to the constant use of the Wandering Step, his stamina and true qi had been consumed most, although the mana was not consumed as fast as the stamina. But he knew that once he was exhausted and unable to use the Wandering Step, he would be cut into several pieces by the blood-robed man's wind blade in the next instant.

And watching the blood-robed man with one hand behind him, he commanded three wind blades there with only one hand to continue chasing Han Ming, seeing his calm and relaxed appearance, it was as if he was teasing one to escape. Lost prey.

"Hey, it's another secret technique among mortals. You kid learns quite complicated, but it's still useless. Ye Luzi, let's see when you can escape." The blood robe was calm and relaxed, and he was not afraid that Han Ming would be able to dig out any waves. .

At this time, Han Ming's face became ugly, because the stalagmites full of caves were cut off by the three wind blades, making him jump without any leverage, and the situation became more and more difficult. He wanted to get over several times. The blood-robed man rushed towards the entrance of the cave, but was forced back by those wind blades abruptly.

After chasing Han Ming for a while, the blood-robed man seemed to be a little tired of rushing around like this. With a single wave of his hand, the three wind blades chasing Han Ming shook and turned into three breezes and dissipated. , These three wind blades that can divide gold and broken stones turned out to be just three breeze condensed!

　　 Han Ming had a chance to relax. He fell ten feet away from the robe man, panting heavily, but still stared at the robe man coldly, not daring to slack off.

"Boy, dare to destroy my protective magic weapon, I will definitely make you regret coming to this world, just in time for you to add another blood evil to my blood evil gourd." The blood robe man said viciously, and then stretched out his hand. In his arms, he took out a palm-sized blood gourd.

　　 The blood-robed man narrowed his eyes and stamped a seal on the gourd in front of him. The gourd turned around steadily, and with a deft turn, the gourd's mouth was aimed at Han Ming.

The blood-robed man yelled out loudly, and patted the bottom of the blood gourd with one hand. A blood-red mist rolled out from the blood-colored gourd, and this mist hovered in the air for a while. It spread quickly and headed straight towards Han Ming.

　　 Han Ming's expression turned gloomy for an instant. The stone walls behind him were completely incapable of retreating, and the **** mist did not spread slowly, but the two breaths of effort completely covered the small half of the cave.

　　 Before the **** mist enveloped Han Ming, he felt a **** smell coming out of his nose.

Although Han Ming used to take Poison King Grass, it can be said that it is not invaded by a hundred poisons, but there are many strange poisons in the world, and Han Ming cannot be immune to all of them. Moreover, this blood-colored mist was released by a blood-robed man, so he dare not support it. Go try it.

Han Ming immediately held his breath. In the five years of Zhu Chiyuan’s five years, he had practiced some strange secret skills, including one of closed qigong, which also reached the point of being small. Now Han Ming closed his breath and was able to maintain it. No ventilation for about half an hour.

　　Han Ming dropped his toes a little, and he quickly sprinted behind him, trying to stay away from the **** mist as far as possible. He fell lightly in the innermost cave, staring at the blood-robed man intently.

　　 However, the blood-colored mist still spreads quickly, coming towards Han Ming. It doesn't take five or six breaths to completely cover Han Ming.

Han Ming looked at the blood mist enveloping, his brows frowned, he threw two pyrotechnics at the blood-robed man with a wave of his hand. The power of pyrotechnics is not small, but the speed of flight is too high. Slow, it can't be compared with the wind blade used by the blood-robed man, so he didn't use it to fight back before.

The two fireballs flew straight into the blood fog, but Han Ming was horrified. After the two fireballs hit the blood fog, they extinguished with only two sounds, just like normal fireballs. Was thrown into the water.

Han Ming really couldn’t believe his eyes. He once threw a fire bomb into a pond. As a result, the water in the pond was heated with a few breaths of effort. The pond also steamed with thick water vapor. The fish and shrimps were all scalded to death and floated on the water, but now the two pyrotechnics were thrown into a thin layer of mist, but they were directly extinguished. It just caused the blood-colored mist to fluctuate slightly. What happened? Let him not be shocked.

When the blood-robed man saw that Han Ming threw out two fireballs but was swallowed by his own **** mist, he couldn't help but sneered: "Boy, don't waste your effort. My **** mist uses more than six hundred. Human blood is condensed, and there are two middle qi training and one post qi training cultivator's blood. Let alone your two small fire bombs, you will have seven or eight more. What storms arise. You obediently dedicate your physical body and become a part of this blood evil spirit, and your soul may also be trained into a fierce ghost to help me enhance the power of this blood evil fog."

　　 When Han Ming heard the blood-robed man's words, his heart fell to the extreme in an instant. He knew that if he was caught by the blood-robed man, he wouldn't be able to ask for death.

Seeing the blood mist approaching quickly, Han Ming retreated subconsciously, but there were stone walls behind him and where could he retreat. Han Ming reached into his arms and took out all the bottles and cans on his body. Most of these are He used something like the poison for yin people.

Han Ming sprayed all the poison out, and quickly spread a layer of colorful poisonous mist around his body. Although he knew that the poisonous mist might not have any effect, Han Ming still spread it out, better than holding hands. Good to be slaughtered.

The **** mist sprayed by the blood gourd quickly reached Han Ming's body and came into contact with the mist formed by the poisons arranged by Han Ming. As a result, there was no suspense. The poison arranged by Han Ming touched the **** mist. It was ablated and clean, as if I had encountered a nemesis.

　　 "Boy, Blood Fiend Mist is a rare evil thing, you poison is a joke in front of it." The blood-robed man smiled coldly.

The blood mist had reached the face of Han Ming who could not retreat. A trace of panic and despair flashed in Han Ming's eyes. Although his mind was premature, in the final analysis he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Now facing the danger of life and death, He would also be very scared, but he didn't show it on his face.

At the moment when the blood mist was about to envelop Han Ming, Han Ming swiped his robe abruptly, covering the bare skin on his face, and then suddenly made a sudden move out of his feet, and his whole body instantly plunged into the **** mist. , And then dashed towards the entrance of the cave like an offline arrow, apparently preparing to seize the way and escape.

Han Ming rushed into the blood mist and felt a trace of blood mist pierce through the clothing he was covering, and drilled into his body, but he didn't feel any influence, which made him wonder, but now he is totally confused. Before he can think about it, the most he needs to do at the moment is to escape quickly.

　　 "Hey, what's going on!" The blood-robed man was surprised, because he saw that Han Ming was not affected by the blood mist at all. He was a little surprised, but he immediately returned to normal.

　　 The blood-robed man looked at Han Ming's swiftly rushing figure, he couldn't help but sneered, and then looked at Han Ming's rushing figure coldly, with no intention of stopping it at all: "It's just a dying struggle."

　　 Han Ming saw the blood-robed man looking at him with a sneer, and couldn't help feeling a little bad. He immediately wanted to turn around and flash away, but his movements still slowed a lot.

Han Ming planned to jump from a stalagmite to the next stone wall, but before he jumped onto the stone wall, he was severely beaten on the back by a pair of fists, and instantly hit from mid-air. On the ground.

Han Ming was smashed very badly. He felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and he could no longer bring up a trace of mana and true energy. The whole person was like a puddle of mud~www.wuxiaspot.com~ softly paralyzed. On the ground.

The blood-robed man walked slowly in front of Han Ming, stretched out his foot and kicked Han Ming, hehe sneered: "The fierce ghost trained by the cultivator's soul in the later stage of Qi training is very powerful. You are beaten to death, haha, not bad, not bad."

　　 The blood-robed man turned and looked at a dark figure floating in the air, with a smile on his face.

　　 The group of dark shadows became clear as soon as they shook. It turned out to be a hideous ghost. There was no trace of skin on the Li ghost's body. There were vague flesh and blood everywhere, and the few inches of fangs were sticking out of his mouth, which looked very permeating.

　　 The aura of this ghost floating in the air is very vigorous, far from that of Chun'er's weak ghost, but this ghost's eyes are absent, as if they have no spirit, and are far less agile than Chun'er.

"Drag him here, I want to refine his flesh and blood into this **** gourd, if there is a slight possibility, I will also train his soul into a ghost in the **** gourd, suffering from the **** gourd day and night. Roasting, it’s more painful than being scorched by the sun, and it’s good to repay this kid for ruining my protective treasure." The blood-robed man smiled grimly, walked towards a slightly flat place, and then sat cross-legged. Got there.

　　 The ghost floating in the air was very obedient. It grabbed Han Ming's ankle, and then dragged Han Ming towards the blood-robed man.

This cave has already become messy after the blood-robed man’s three wind blade techniques. There are rubbles everywhere. Han Ming was dragged on the ground, hitting the stones from time to time, causing the wounds on his body to burst open. , A lot of blood flowed out, and the white robe inside was dyed red.

　　 Han Ming was half unconscious, and he was still spitting blood in his mouth. Apparently, his viscera had been injured by that fierce ghost's punch. He was already severely injured and had no strength to resist.