The people of Pingbomen were all shocked by the silent but thunderous shot of the spirit bone, and looked at the spirit bone blankly. The spirit bone took another slow step, turned his head to look at the other Pingbomen, and the blue water sword in his hand also slashed towards the disciple. The people of Pingbomen shouted: "Go up, go up together, take down this demon, and the master will be happy." Another said: "Let's go together, one person can't defeat him, can't we fight together?" At the same time, the four Pingbo disciples all rushed together, and the peachwood sword in their hands was bright, and they slashed straight at the spirit bone.

Han Yiming was taken aback, the Pingbomen people alone couldn't deal with the spirit bones, and these four people might have to suffer this dumb loss together. Han Yiming also rushed over, but before the person arrived, the sword light had already slashed in front of the people of Pingbomen. But the blue water sword slashed straight down, and together with Han Yiming's sword light, it was all gone, and the aura of Pingbo Gate disappeared without a trace, and in the blink of an eye, another Pingbo disciple "snapped" and shattered on the spot.

Ping Bo sent seven disciples at a time, but in this instant, four of them were killed by the spirit bones, and the remaining three saw that the momentum was not good, and they all turned around and fled. They came and fled as fast as they could, and almost in a moment it was already dark in the night. Han Yiming had always admired his master Zhao Haoyang's cultivation very much, and at this time, he was also surprised to see that the spirit bone had killed the four disciples sent by Pingbo in the blink of an eye.

The spirit bone did not chase after the Pingbo disciples, but just stood on the ground, the blue flame in the eye socket gradually extinguished, and in the blink of an eye, it was the usual spirit bone again. Han Yiming said, "Thank you Master for saving me." The spirit bone listened and took a step back, not in the darkness. But Han Yiming had long been accustomed to the spirit bones following behind him, his eyesight was excellent, and at a glance, he could find the spirit bones from the thick black.

He Sansi stepped forward and saluted the spirit bones before turning to Han Yiming and said, "This, which master of the Spirit Mountain?" Han Yiming said, "This is my martial master." He Sansi said: "Disrespectful and disrespectful." The seniors really worked hard to protect Lingshan. Han Yiming said: "Senior Brother He, they all call you the Demon Dao, are you really a person of the Demon Dao?" He Sansi smiled slightly: "Master Han, I said it at the beginning, many people regard me as a person in the Demon Dao." The reason for this could not be simpler, firstly, the way my sect cultivates is different, and secondly, although my Ninghai sect has few people, the spells it practices are all rare in the world. Because of this rare practice, our sect was called the Demon Dao by them. ”

His expression was very frank, there was nothing unusual, Han Yiming was a little unsure, He Sansi was really surprised, listening to him, his fellow disciples were really scarce, Han Yiming thought for a while, and said: "Senior Brother He, please forgive me, the master of your faction, have you ever had a conflict with your fellow Daoists?" He Sansi was so smart, he immediately knew the meaning of Han Yiming's words, and said: "Senior Brother Han, admit that you call me Senior Brother, I don't have a word of deception for you." My master is a very honest cultivator, and he has no blood debt of his fellow Daoists, not even the blood debt of the Demon Dao. Speaking of which, don't laugh at the junior and junior disciples, there are some cultivators in our sect, and the elders are not as good as the disciples. Han Yiming was very surprised, and let out an "ah".

He Sansi said: "Senior Brother Han, if you meet a fellow Daoist who knows our Ninghai faction, you will know that what I said is true. I don't hide it from my junior brother, my master is a very talented person, and he has been practicing for hundreds of years, and there are a few kinds of cultivation, which are very rare and rare. For example, my junior sister Yang Simei has the soul separation technique. And my junior sister has found another way, she is a master of Gu cultivation, but she has never used Gu magic to harm people. She just kept practicing the spell according to her own mind. Senior Sister Yang has no blood debts on her body, she only uses Gu magic to save people. With her strange cultivation, if she harmed others, she would not have survived in this world a long time ago. Isn't it, everyone is afraid of such a strange practice, who will let her live?"

Han Yiming said: "Yes, what Senior Brother said is true." He Sansi said: "In my Ninghai faction, Master's cultivation is immortality in the end, and other than that, other practices are mediocre. As for other practices, our three disciples are much stronger than Master, and even Master said the same. We don't shy away from it. If he is lucky enough to meet my master one day, he will know that what I said is right. As for myself, I just want to experience more things in the world, be a miscellaneous family, see all the people in the world, know the things in the world, and do my best if it is what I can do. That's what I'm doing. There are only four disciples in my sect, and if one of us is a troublemaker, the Ninghai faction would have long ceased to exist in the world. ”

He Sansi paused for a moment, and then said, "Senior Sister Yang left her master five years ago to refine her Gu technique. This time, she didn't hear anything. Originally, we didn't care too much, the world was vast, and Senior Sister Yang naturally practiced in a place we didn't know. Her cultivation is also good, so I never thought that she was caught and locked up in the Ten Thousand Voids. Speaking of which, I found out that she was locked up in the Ten Thousand Void Vision, all because of you, junior brother. ”

Han Yiming was a little surprised: "Because of me?" He Sansi said: "Yes, it's because of my junior brother." I saw the sword of my senior disciple. When I saw it, it was not a noble sword. Han Yiming said: "You also saw the luminous sword?" He Sansi said: "Is that sword called luminous? Han Yiming said: "In the records of the master, that sword is called Luminous," He Sansi said: "Well, ten days ago, I passed by where this spirit sword was, and I naturally saw this sword. When I saw this sword, I liked it. I don't know that it is a spiritual thing, but I know that it is an ownerless thing full of aura, and the fierce aura on it makes me yearn for it, so I want to take it for myself. But this sword, I never got it. No matter what I thought of, no matter how close I was, I couldn't get it. That's why I stayed, and I went to see it every day, hoping that one day this spirit sword would be mine. Therefore, I stayed near Wanxuguan before discovering Yang Simei's spiritual power. Daoist Pingbo captured my junior sister, but only locked my junior sister under his great magic circle, and did not harm her life. My junior sister's spiritual power is different, even though she was suppressed in her magic circle by the head of the Pingbo Dao, she still seeped out her weak spiritual energy. I looked at the circle, it wasn't one, it was several, I couldn't break into that circle, I couldn't break it, I could only stay nearby. Speaking of which, I am not afraid of junior and younger jokes, I can't save Senior Sister Yang, so I can only guard it and look at the sword from time to time. I don't give up, I still want to have a sword, it seems that with this sword, I can save my junior sister. ”