When Han Yiming and Yu Weiyou were in Lingshan, they had already fought a lot, and he knew Yu Weiyou's spiritual power. Qian Ruohua has a few people here, although Han Yiming doesn't remember how their cultivation is, but since Pingbo sent these people, presumably their cultivation will not be bad. As for Qian Ruohua, Han Yiming remembered that others couldn't see him, but he could see it vaguely. This person's cultivation must not be bad, as for how powerful it is, Han Yiming has no way of knowing. The encounter between the two is not once or twice, but as soon as Han Yiming met Ping Bo, he paid full attention to Ping Bo, and paid less attention to his disciples. In addition, Han Yiming also tried his best to avoid really fighting with the Pingbomen people, not because he was afraid of them, but because he knew that his fists were difficult to beat. Therefore, Han Yiming has made a lot of moves with Ping, but not many times with his disciples. At this time, I knew that I would really have to pay attention to everything in the future.

The peachwood sword in the hands of the fellow disciples next to Qian Ruohua lit up with characters, and the center of his eyebrows also lit up, Han Yiming didn't know how powerful Yu Weiyou's resentment was, but seeing that the eyebrows were lit up under the Pingbo Gate, he also knew that this resentment was really powerful. Lingxin whispered, "They can't beat this demon." Han Yiming was very surprised and glanced at the spirit core. Lingxin said: "This demon's resentment is too strong, so they can't beat it." Han Yiming suddenly remembered that Sima Lingyi had said to him in the past that the eyebrow lamp consumes the most spiritual power, and if it is lit for a long time, they will definitely suffer, so it is not unexpected that they can't beat Yu Weiyou.

The resentment on Yu Weiyou's body dispersed, and Han Yiming saw that the spiritual power surging towards the Lock Spirit Pot was getting slower and slower. Lingxin said: "Senior brother, in this group of aura, there is also resentment. Han Yiming said: "Senior sister, can you see where the resentment in that aura comes from?" Lingxin said: "I don't understand this, but there is also a heavy resentment in that aura." Han Yiming looked at the aura carefully, but he couldn't see the reason. Looking at Qian Ruohua again, his face was solemn, the relaxed expression he had before was long gone, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead, presumably he was also anxious to inhale all the aura into the lock spirit pot, but this aura was very reluctant, so he also tried his best.

Suddenly, there was a darkness in front of him, and Han Yiming only felt a strong wind on the ground, and the two round axes that were originally floating around Yu Weiyou expanded outward, although they were in the enchantment, Han Yiming also heard the sound of whining wind. The black qi exuding from Yu Weiyou's body spread outward with the round axe, and also spread towards the disciples of Pingbo's sect. Lingxin suddenly said, "Senior brother, I'm afraid. With a soft snap, Han Yiming only felt that something was pressing on him, and hurriedly went to look at the spirit core. Lingxin's already white and crystalline face became whiter and whiter, and it was so white that it glowed slightly. There was a slight dark shadow in her eyebrows, knowing that she was injured by Yu Weiyou, and hurriedly said, "Senior sister, how are you?" Lingxin said: "I'm fine, I have spiritual understanding." It's just that his resentment is too heavy, and I can't bear it. Since Han Yiming saw the spirit core, he saw that she was lifting weight with her innate spiritual power, and this was the first time he saw her suffer, so he hurriedly said: "Then we have collected the enchantment and go out?" Lingxin said: "Can't go out!" Senior brother, my enchantment has been broken, and now it is the spiritual power of Lingwu that is supporting it. I didn't dare to go out, I couldn't stand his resentment. Han Yiming said: "Then you are in the enchantment, I'll take a look." Lingxin said: "Senior brother can't go out either, Lingwu can withstand it, we'll watch, and when they're done, we'll go out again." If you go out now, you will definitely suffer. ”

She was concise, Han Yiming looked at her arm, the little Jiaolong Lingwu was like a faint gold powder applied to her arm, slightly glowing, very soft, and glanced at Yu Weiyou, he only looked at Qian Ruohua with both eyes, although he didn't look at this side, he still didn't seem to notice this, he relaxed his heart slightly, and looked at Yu Weiyou's back. The clothes on Yu Weiyou's back seemed to be nothing in his eyes, and those eyes couldn't be more distinct. At this time, those eyes were already very vicious, Han Yiming remembered that they were the eyes of his fellow disciples, Yu Weiyou carried the eyes of his fellow disciples on his back, I don't know if this was one of the sources of his spiritual power? Suddenly, one of those eyes became blood-red. Although there was no light in the dark night, and there was a black fog, Han Yiming could clearly see that the pupil of that eye had changed from jet black to blood red.

As soon as this eye changed, the eyes next to him began to bleed, and in the blink of an eye, the eyes on Yu Weiyou's back were bleeding. It's just that those eyes are not red, they are still black, but blood is spilling from the eye sockets, flowing down his back! Han Yiming looked a little creepy, although he was not timid, but seeing that so many eyes were bleeding at the same time, he still couldn't tell the horror. The blood flowed to his waist and disappeared, Han Yiming couldn't tell where it went, he just couldn't see it, no matter how he couldn't see it, he knew that something was wrong, and glanced at the spirit core, the spirit core was fine, still looking outside. Except for the slight black gas between the eyebrows, there is no change in the expression. The spirit core was very perceptive, and said, "Senior brother, I'm fine." But the people outside them are not good. Han Yiming looked out again, only to see that the peachwood swords of the disciples of Pingbo's disciples had darkened.

This is an accident, the enemy is current, the Pingbomen people will never be captured, and they will not accept spells, but the peachwood sword is dark. Lingxin said: "I know, he uses resentful spirits, and the many eyes on his back are resentful spirits. If the resentment is too heavy, the murderous spirit will also be heavy. And I heard Senior Brother Shen say that spiritual power will be added to many spells, and in many sects, spiritual power is blood. His blood is very powerful, and it also contains a lot of spiritual power and resentment. I am a spirit body, if I just use ordinary spells, he will never hurt me, but he uses blood, and I am very afraid of this blood, as long as I hit a little, my spiritual power will be greatly reduced. Although his resentment did not come to me, if I did not have enlightenment, I really couldn't bear it. Han Yiming suddenly realized that when Uncle Bai Ying was injured by Yu Weiyou, he was afraid that he would quietly fall into his resentment, but at that time, he was tired of running for his life, and he didn't know or investigate. With Uncle Bai Ying's cultivation, how could he not fall into Yu Weiyou's path so quickly, but if he fell into his resentment, his spiritual power was discounted, and it would be a little impossible to say. It's just that this is just a conjecture after the fact, everything in the past has long disappeared, and if you want to ask and verify, you don't have this opportunity.

Except for Qian Ruohua, the people of Pingbomen jumped up and attacked Yu Weiyou, Yu Weiyou had a smile on his face, but he was very proud, Han Yiming saw it, and knew that he was the first to strike. The disciples of Pingbo's sect obviously didn't expect him to do this, so the aura on the peachwood sword dimmed. When the aura is dimmed, their spells will be greatly reduced. Sure enough, one person shouted: "Demon, you are really a demon, you are really ashamed!" Yu Weiyou paid attention to these words, and the smile on his face softened slightly, but Han Yiming saw that the red eyes on his back slowly became larger, and for a while, the blood that flowed out of those bleeding eyes turned black. No matter how Han Yiming looked at it, he felt extremely evil, but he also understood that in order to defeat Yu Weiyou's spell, he had to break his red eye first.

It's just like this here, the red eye is already looking at Han Yiming's location! It seems that it senses that Han Yiming wants to break its spell! It's just that the spiritual power of Lingwu can't penetrate it, so it looks at this side and turns back. It's just that in the red eyes, there is also blood, Lingxin dodged and hid behind Han Yiming, her body trembled, Han Yiming knew that she was afraid of this blood, and whispered: "Is this blood a lot of harm to you?" Lingxin said: "Senior brother, I can't get a little blood, if I get bloody, I will melt." I haven't done it yet. His eye was bleeding, and it was about to pierce the barrier of spiritual enlightenment. Han Yiming turned his head to look at the circle of gold dust and mud-like Lingwu on Lingxin's arm, only to see that Lingwu still emitted a faint golden light, which was the same as usual. I didn't know that the spiritual power of Lingwu could be penetrated by Yu Weiyou, but he said to Lingxin: "Senior sister, don't worry, I will not let him splash any blood on you, and I will not let your cultivation be damaged by him." Speaking of this, a voice said in his heart: "With my spiritual power, there is no defilement." "I had never heard this voice before, and it was very clear. Han Yiming was taken aback, what kind of person was this? He was actually able to say this incantation in his heart! In his surprise, the spirit core had already floated up, and he clearly spit out from his mouth: "With my spiritual power, there is no filth and no dirt." "Eight words. Han Yiming became more and more surprised, and a faint purple light emitted from the spirit core floating in the air, slowly revealing its original shape, a slightly blooming purple water lily.

Han Yiming knew that this spell could save the spirit core at this time, so he immediately pointed to the spirit core, and also recited these eight words in his heart, stretched out his hand to summon the spirit core into his hand, put it in his arms, and continued to look out. Among the people of Pingbomen, Qian Ruohua only urged the lock spirit pot, and the rest of the people were already at a disadvantage, thinking that Yu Weiyou's bleeding eyes had greatly reduced their spells. The peach wood sword in their hands was originally used to ward off evil spirits, but at this time, they were all suppressed by Yu Weiyou's evil qi. Han Yiming watched as the evil qi enveloped the faces of the Pingbomen people like a layer of black qi, and their faces began to turn gray. I only heard Lingxin's voice say, "As soon as their faces are dark, they are going to die." Han Yiming couldn't help but be very surprised, Yu Weiyou didn't seem to be so powerful? How could his spell be so evil! Suddenly, he saw a thick black qi rushing straight over, Han Yiming was slammed, his chest was hot, and a faint golden light, like a spirit of gold powder coated with gold powder floated out of his arms, and the spirit of the dragon was now no longer the dragon scales on the dragon's head dragon, just a dragon shape painted with pale golden gold powder, only the dragon's eye, there were two points of red light. It is very different from its parents, the White Dragon Jin Jiao, its parents Han Yiming have seen it, it is the true appearance, and it has also been seen, it is really the dragon is Jiao. Even if the white dragon didn't really become a dragon, Han Yiming thought he was a dragon. However, Lingwu has completely become a gold dust with only a vague dragon form, only its god, and its form is gone.