Han Yiming said: "Is she sick? Ding Wu said: "Lingshan is damaged, she is naturally damaged, how can she resist the power of a divine beast like Venerable?" Han Yiming looked around and said, "Why don't you ask Kui Zun to help?" Ding Wu glanced at him and said with some strangeness: "Didn't Kui Zun fight with His Holiness?"

Han Yiming was taken aback, are Kui Zun and the Divine Beast the same? Ding Wu seemed to see through his thoughts, and said, "If there were two Kui Zun like these Divine Beasts in Lingshan, they would have long since ceased to exist. Their spiritual power will destroy the spiritual mountain! Haven't you heard that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers? If two tigers are not tolerated, the two gods will not be tolerated. Ding Wu said: "What, have you found the spirit of your uncle?" Han Yiming was speechless, shook his head, Ding Wu looked at him for a moment and said: "Little junior brother, you have tears on your face, could it be ......" Although he stopped his mouth in time, Han Yiming couldn't help but reddened his eyes and twisted his head to the side. Ding Wudao: "Do you still see a fellow disciple who didn't go to the cliff?" Han Yiming took a deep breath and said, "I saw it, but the senior brothers and sisters I saw couldn't go to Snow Peak." Ding Wu's cheeks tightened, his eyes looked at one side, and said, "Then, let's go!"

His words were slower than usual, but there was an indescribable sadness, Han Yiming saw him hugging Ruxin, and said: "Senior brother, I'll hug Ruxin, you ......" Before he finished speaking, Ding Wu had already said: "No need, junior brother, I'll hold her, and then you will protect us." Han Yiming had no strength in his body, but he resolutely said, "Okay!" Ding Wu said: "Senior brother, you and I should go to the mountain beam together! I can only go to Xuefeng, and I can't go to the mountain beam immediately! I'm afraid that the junior brothers and sisters are still waiting for us!" Han Yiming wanted to take a closer look, but he was afraid that there were still senior brothers and sisters in places he had never been to, Ding Wu saw through his mind again, and said: "Little junior brother, you are really kind-hearted, but when Lingshan reaches this point, you can't do everything." Could it be true that you want to completely destroy the Spirit Mountain for the sake of the same sect that can't leave on time?

Han Yiming was speechless anymore, because Ding Wu was walking too slowly in the air, he took Ding Wu's arm with one hand and flew down. On the top of the eight peaks below, there are still people rushing in and out, thinking that they can't find the treasure they want, and they are unwilling. In fact, the places where the disciples of Lingshan Master live are extremely simple, and there are no treasures. But they didn't believe it, and insisted on finding out. Han Yiming took Ding Wu and flew towards the Forbidden Land Mountain Beam, passing through those peaks, but he could no longer be as unalarmed as when he came. Han Yiming was flying fast, only to hear someone shouting loudly: "Look, there is a disciple of Lingshan, go and get him!" Han Yiming looked back, and someone was already chasing after him.

They chased fast, and Han Yiming flew faster. At this time, he took Ding Wu with him, but he couldn't fight back, so he could only fly forward at full speed, and he couldn't let them get close to Ding Wu. Ding Wu is the head of Lingshan, and at this time, they must be killed quickly. Therefore, Han Yiming gritted his teeth and kept rolling the sword trick from his heart, and wanted to rush to the mountain beam as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the Phantom Mirror Lake, and the knife-and-axe-like mountain beam was in front of him, Han Yiming saw that the two senior brothers were standing next to a black door, and the rest of the senior brothers and sisters must have entered the black door. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw several dark shadows appear out of thin air on the ground in front of him. Pingbo Daoren, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, appeared on the mountain beam out of thin air! Not only him, but he was also accompanied by more than a dozen people who came with him! Ding Wudao: "Seven-ring treasure mirror!" Han Yiming was very anxious, Pingbo Dao people relied on the seven-ring treasure mirror, and they arrived faster than themselves, and before the black door was closed, the senior brothers and sisters could not escape from his palm. These people he brought are all ruthless, and they will never open up to their brothers and sisters.

Suddenly, Ding Wu shouted behind him: "Senior Brother Fu, close the door!" The one who was guarding in front of the black door was Senior Brother Fu, who had been waiting for a long time, and couldn't help but be impetuous, and was relieved to see them coming quickly, but the Pingbo Dao people also arrived. Pingbo Daoren glanced back at Ding Wu and Han Yiming, and sneered: "This door can't be closed!" Han Yiming's hands were weak at this time, he could only fly, and he was so anxious that he couldn't do it, and suddenly saw Senior Brother Fu raise his hand, his fingers quickly slid in the air, and he wrote the word "dragon" in cursive.

As soon as the words were written, a dragon really appeared in the air! Everyone was stunned! The dragon was much smaller than the dragon that had fought with Kui Zun on the Lingshan Mountain before, but it had all its claws, its eyes were wide open, and it was wrapped in a stream of frost, and it swooped straight towards this side. Everyone didn't know whether it was true or false for a while, and they all stared blankly. Ding Wu whispered to Han Yiming: "This spell can only be blocked for a while, you go and cut Pingbo's bronze mirror!" Han Yiming understood, let go of Ding Wu, pounced straight up with his sword, and slashed straight down with a sword on the top of Pingbo Daoren's head!

His sword slashed extremely fast, and the Pingbo Daoren's spade sword flew out to block it, and it was split into two pieces by his Mingyuan sword, and the Pingbo Dao man laughed and said, "Good sword, I just want it!" He flipped his arm and came up with a bronze mirror. Han Yiming was eager to cut him into two pieces with a sword at this time, and he didn't know where the strength came from, and the sword in his hand pressed down more and more fiercely. Pingbo Daoren sneered: "Are you going to come against me, what a waste of my hard work for you!" Han Yiming's sword blade was resisted by his bronze mirror, and he couldn't see that this bronze mirror was so powerful, it could withstand the slash of Mingyuan's sword, Pingbo Daoren sneered: "This is the treasure of my master's sect, do you want to destroy it too?" ”

Han Yiming didn't say a word, but the middle sword in his hand froze, and he couldn't cut it down, seeing that everyone around Pingbo Dao was smiling at him, he suddenly heard Ding Wu's voice in his heart: "You don't have to entangle with him, you can just draw a line on his mirror." He immediately grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and dragged it hard. The bronze mirror was not cut in two by him, but it was dragged out of a trace on the mirror, and when it reached the edge of the bronze mirror, the blade of the sword cut a small hole in the bronze mirror. Han Yiming struck a blow, turned around and slipped away. Fly straight back to Ding Wu's side.

The dragon was passing past Ding Wu, and everyone who was following Ding Wu was staring blankly, not daring to approach! But it was impossible to take Ding Wu to pass through from the side of the Pingbo Dao people, Ding Wu had already said to the front: "The Dharma Gate is closed!" Han Yiming looked back and saw that the black door had disappeared, and the two senior brothers in front of the door were also gone. Ding Wudao: "Let's go quickly, go to Yuxi!" Han Yiming dragged him, quickly passed through the group of stunned people, and returned along the same road.

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――-

Today is March 8th, the holiday for all girls. Wish: Happy Holidays!