He was confused for a while, but the events of last night were vivid and could not be ignored, but he couldn't tell clearly. He couldn't help but sigh, raised his head, and suddenly saw that the disciple's face standing in front of him seemed to be slowly turning gray! Han Yiming was startled, and looked closely, but there was no change. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and calmed himself, and put aside all the distractions in his heart.

Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang saw that he was pure-hearted, looked at each other, and stopped talking, just waiting for him to open his eyes. Pingbo Daoren sneered: "Yo, are you here to see the Dao at this time?" Huang Jingxuan just glanced at him and didn't say anything. Pingbo Dao is popular, and if he doesn't lose his skills, he will have a seizure. However, he had only lost his spiritual power for two hundred years, and although he was not polite in words, he was somewhat weak in his heart, so he also stopped his voice.

After a while, Han Yiming opened his eyes and looked at the disciple, only to see that the disciple was still standing in the same place, but his figure had turned into a mass of pitch black, some shadows were too large, there was no figure on the ground, and his shadow was long gone! His face and skin had turned black! After staring at him for a moment, he suddenly saw a little bit of debris falling from him! Han Yiming was greatly surprised, what a person, how could he fall from the crumbs, he is not a clay sculpture! In the midst of the surprise, a gust of wind blew behind itself, and a little crumbs fell from the disciple's body, as well as a little powder, which was blown by the wind and disappeared without a trace!

Suddenly, I heard the Pingbo Daoist in his ear sneering: "Little Daoist, do you see what's coming? Staring at such big eyes, you will be fascinated by the sand!" Han Yiming was angry, wanting to argue, but his speech was not as sharp as his, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath fiercely. Seeing that some dust fell from the disciple's body again, Han Yiming's heart moved, he took two steps closer, and when he saw that the disciple did not avoid it, he took a deep breath and blew towards him.

Although his breath is deep and long, where can it be like a gale, with the potential to destroy and decay. But blowing on that disciple, it surprised him, and that disciple was like a mud bodhisattva in disrepair, and several large pieces of debris fell from himself in the blink of an eye! At the same time, his chest was also dusty, revealing a hole. Han Yiming just blew it casually, never expected it to be like this, opened his mouth wide, "ah", speechless!

Suddenly, a man next to him pushed him away and squeezed him to where he was standing. When Han Yiming was engrossed, he gave him a hard push, staggered a few steps, and stepped aside. Pingbo Daoren looked at the disciple's chest carefully, Han Yiming didn't know if he saw the hole in his chest, he glanced at the uncle, Huang Jingxuan nodded at him: "Yiming, you come to me!"

Han Yiming walked to his uncle's side, and Huang Jingxuan said, "There are two more, you can also look for them." Han Yiming was about to turn around to look for it, when he suddenly saw that the Pingbo Daoist was also full of energy, and opened his mouth to blow at the disciple!

This blow was not the same as Han Yiming's blow, and with a "woo" in his ears, the disciple had been swept up in a gust of wind, and his clothes were torn, revealing the skin on his body. His skin was all black, peeling off like rotten wood, revealing gray bones, and then even the bones were reduced to tiny pieces. In the blink of an eye, that disciple was like a pile of sand, scattered on the ground, except for the black wooden sword on his back that was undamaged, where could he see that this was a person?

Everyone present was silent, even the disciples who were a little farther away looked at this side. No one said anything, and they were all shocked by this man who was turned into dust and smoke when the wind blew! Pingbo Daoren was shocked and angry, and looked at Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang, and the three of them looked at each other. The three of them have all practiced for more than 500 years, but the person Han Yiming said was able to sneak up to the disciple without them knowing, and suck away the disciple's spiritual power and vitality, which shows that his cultivation and spells are already above them!

After a while, Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, haven't you heard someone approaching for three nights in a row? Look at who else, is it ......" Han Yiming first looked at the five disciples under the Pingbo Daoren, and the five disciples were all pale, for fear that if his eyes looked at him, he would turn into ashes. Han Yiming looked over one by one, only to see that the five disciples were dodging, avoiding his eyes, Han Yiming looked at it for a while, lowered his head, and said to him: "Who is it?" His voice was cruel, and there was unspeakable anxiety. Han Yiming raised his head and glanced at one of the disciples.

That is the most favored disciple of the Pingbo Daoist, and he is quite talented, although Han Yiming does not interact with the disciples of the Pingbo Daoist, but this disciple has dealt with him, and this disciple is Wang Jingbo who brought a few fellow disciples to arrest him at that time. The Pingbo Dao people glared at Han Yiming viciously, quite threatening, as if to warn him, if he couldn't see it accurately, this evil breath would be sent to him. But since he pointed out that the person was coming, Pingbo Dao was half-convinced in his heart, walked up to Wang Jingbo, shouted, and sprayed it in his face in one breath.

Wang Jingbo fell to the ground in response, and turned into a pile of dust! Pingbo Daoren was furious, turned around, and looked at Han Yiming viciously, as if his disciple was caused by Han Yiming, as if that breath was not blown by him, but by Han Yiming. Everyone lost their strain and stood still!

After a while, Pingbo Daoren gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you say that there is another one?" Han Yiming was also speechless, bowed his head to restrain his mind, and then raised his head and looked at several disciples under Pingbo. But this time he couldn't see anything unusual, Han Yiming's heart was tight, and he watched it three times in a row, but he didn't see any difference, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He made up his mind, turned back to Huang Jingxuan and said, "Uncle, it's gone!" As soon as the words fell, Pingbo Daoren sneered: "You are really obedient, you only look at my disciples, why don't you look at your good senior brothers?" Han Yiming's heart was cold, he really didn't look at the Lingshan Sect, and he didn't want this kind of thing to happen to his senior brother in his selfish heart. Just stand aside with your head down.

Huang Jingxuan sighed and said, "Yiming, you also look at your senior brothers." Han Yiming's eyes were full of enthusiasm, he stood for a while, and said: "Uncle, I ......" Huang Jingxuan said: "Yiming, treat the same person! Not to mention that the heart is inserted, even if it is still alive, it is still a walking corpse." If you encounter an evil demon with advanced cultivation, the immortal body will be controlled by it and harm others. Maha is so powerful, you still don't understand, you, you just ......" Although his words were no longer spoken, his tone was as steady as ever-

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