The moment the divine consciousness and the body touched, Han Ming felt a huge repulsive force appear. However, Han Ming could only control the slow passage of his divine consciousness more carefully, and slowly approached the fusion.

This repulsive force has also become the biggest difficulty at present, but if the divine consciousness controlled by Han Ming has advanced a point, the repulsive force has also been weakened by a point.

It's been almost a month since such a slow fusion. There were several times when Han Ming wanted to give up, but every time it was growing, Han Ming was really reluctant to give up.

But when he entered the Confused Forest, it was about to come in a blink of an eye, and after Han Ming thought about it with a headache, he made up his mind again: "There is still a month and a half, if it is not good in the next month, I will give up for the time being!"

After thinking about this clearly, Han Ming closed his eyes and began to move seriously. Slow progress, so day by day. Finally, twenty days later, the body and the consciousness suddenly merged.

However, before Han Ming could be happy for a while, he felt a burst of pain in his new body, as if he was about to be shattered. Han Ming hurriedly controlled that divine consciousness and slowly stabilized and slowly quieted down.

After a long time, the pain disappeared, but it seemed as if the consciousness and the body could not be truly fused, as if something was blocking it, and it was impossible to truly merge and become one.

"Why can't you really fuse? By the way, why don't you try it with the Fengyun Sword!" Just as Han Ming was worried that his body and divine sense could not be truly fused, he suddenly remembered the Fengyun Sword.

Thinking of this, Han Ming immediately put the Fengyun Sword in front of the incarnation outside his body, the Fengyun Sword seemed to have some spirituality, and after being agitated outside the incarnation outside his body, he directly entered the body.

At this time, Han Ming felt that his divine consciousness was truly merging with his body, but the speed of this fusion was extremely slow.

Han Ming smiled comfortingly, and said to himself reassuringly: "Okay, let's let the divine consciousness slowly merge! Presumably, when the fusion is successful, I will be able to control this external incarnation as well as I control myself, and now it's time to go to the Demon Tomb Ancient City!"

After thinking about it, Han Ming couldn't wait to get out of the Ding Ring, and the Xuan Turtle suddenly appeared under him, flying towards the wind direction of the Demon Tomb Ancient City at an extremely fast speed. Now that there is still nearly half a month before the start of the Confused Forest, Han Ming has to speed up a little after all.

After flying for more than twenty days, Han Ming finally arrived at the Demon Tomb Ancient City. As soon as he saw the gate of the Demon Tomb Ancient City, he saw the handsome Wu Dengke flying towards Han Ming, patted Han Ming on the shoulder and said, "Brother-in-law, you are finally here!

Han Ming was a little surprised when he heard this title, and then thought that it must have been Wan'er's parents who told Wu Dengke, and said with a relieved smile: "Hehe, this time it's a little late, and the Confused Forest will only open in a few days?"

When Wu Dengke heard this, he pointed to the trading club in the city and said, "There are still four or five days to open, and that is the entrance to the Confused Forest! This time, the three sects of the Demon Dao will all open in front, and my father asked me to hand this over to you!"

After saying that, Wu Dengke mysteriously took out a mask and handed it to Han Ming.

Han Ming took it and asked a little strangely, "What does Uncle mean by asking you to give me this mask?"

Wu Dengke glanced at Han Ming weakly, and said helplessly: "Brother-in-law, think about it! You killed the little sect master of the Yin Luo Sect, can that old guy in Yin An let you go? This time he is also here, this mask is not so easy to see through, hehe, you can take it with confidence!"

"Oh, I forgot, let's go!" Han Ming laughed to himself, and flew towards the city's trading fair with Wu Dengke. Han Ming also wanted to quickly tell them the good news that Murong Wan was not dead!

The Ancient City of Demon Tomb is very lively at the moment, and all kinds of monks appear everywhere. It is estimated that they are all here to see which young demon elites are entering the Misty Forest this time.

After Han Ming put on the mask, the aura of his whole body disappeared, and his whole body was covered by a layer of black mist, and he did not emit any of his original breath.

After the two of them entered the trading club, they looked at the trading club's heads and squirmed, they were all people from the three sects of the Demon Dao. The three of them, the sect master of the Yin Luo Sect, the sect master of the Soul Refining Sect and the sect leader of the Demon Cemetery, lived in the square square.

The chairs and stools under it were lined up in two rows, and they were all young disciples of the Demon Dao, just like the disciples who had entered the Confused Forest this time. There were more than thirty people, and only a few more.

After Han Ming appeared, Ma Fei introduced with a smile to Yin An, the sect leader of the Yin Luo Sect, and Yu Cheng, the sect master of the Soul Refining Sect, next to him: "The one holding the white jade fan next to him is the dog Wu Dengke, and this is the apprentice of a mysterious master sitting down, named 。。。。。。。 ！”

Speaking of this, Wu Fei didn't know how to name Han Ming.

Seeing this, Han Ming bent down slightly, and said in a cold voice: "Under the Eastern Tiger Disciples, Devouring Demons!" After Han Ming finished speaking, Yu Cheng of the Soul Refining Sect turned cold, and slapped the table next to him with his big hand.

"Bold, how can your master's name be the same as the name of my Soul Refining Sect ancestor. Where is your master first, let me meet this person!" Yu Cheng glared at Han Ming with an angry face, but was surprised to find that he couldn't see through Han Ming.

Yin An also looked at Han Ming in front of him with interest, and there was nothing abnormal.

The corners of Han Ming's mouth raised slightly, and he snickered and thought, "It turns out that the master master is actually the ancestor of the Soul Refining Sect, no wonder! I think that the master of the sect in front of me first must be my apprentice grandson! The apprentice grandson is not right, there is so many generations in the middle, so what should it be? . . . ！”

"Brother Xian, calm your anger. How can you be so irritable? Most of the names in the world are the same, so why bother to make a big fuss for a small name? Okay, let the disciples all go and have some fun, and meet here in three days!"

Wu Fei stopped at Yu Cheng's side, and after comforting him, he asked Yin An and Yu Chenghou. Yin An smiled indifferently and walked outside, and took one more look when he walked to Han Ming's side.

As for Yu Cheng, he stared at Han Ming coldly, and after a while, he also walked out, paused beside Han Ming for a moment, and snorted coldly: "Boy, if you dare to report this name again in the future, I will definitely let you go around without eating!"

After looking at the entire trade fair and suddenly empty, Wu Fei smiled helplessly and said, "Ming'er, don't be angry. This is Yu Chengcheng is this temper, he worships the ancestors of his Soul Refining Sect since he was too big, that's why it's like this!"

After Han Ming chuckled a few times, he said calmly: "It's okay, such a person can be regarded as ungrateful! By the way, what about Aunt Murong, I have good news to tell her!"

"Your Aunt Murong is at home!Hey, since she knew that Wan'er died, she couldn't give up every day!" Wu Fei sighed lightly and said to Han Ming with a wry smile, looking very sad.

After hearing this, Han Ming immediately said confidently to Wu Fei: "Uncle, take me to see Aunt Murong! I have good news to tell her, don't worry, Aunt Murong will be happy to hear this good news!"

Wu Fei smiled with relief, walked towards the outside of the trade fair, and said to Han Ming and Wu Dengke: "Okay, then let's go home! Dengke, you go get a few bottles of good wine, and our family will have a good drink today!"

Wu Dengke nodded excitedly, and after winking at Han Ming, he ran to the inside of the trading club to get the wine.

On the way, Wu Fei stood on a gourd and asked Han Ming, who was sitting on the turtle, "Ming'er, how have you been doing in the past few years?

Han Ming nodded and said happily, "Everything is fine, and I also learned a great piece of good news." I'm sure we'll all be very happy!"

Wu Fei shook his head, smiled bitterly, and said with emotion: "Hey, no! What else can make me and Yanran happy now! Unless Wan'er can still live, then we may be happy!"

Han Ming just smiled when he heard this, and did not answer.

Wu Fei scolded Han Ming with a smile: "You baby, you are still pretending to be mysterious." Say, what the hell is going on. Could it be that Wan'er really came back to life, right? Hey, how could it be, it's impossible!"

When it comes to Wan'er's resurrection, Wu Fei himself doesn't feel it. After all, people cannot be resurrected after death, this is predestined. Where is there that they can change at will.

Soon the two flew to a few small houses on the mountain, Wu Fei opened the door, and looked at Murong Yanran with a haggard look, holding a portrait of Murong Wan in his hand and sobbing silently.

When Murong Yanran saw Wu Fei and Han Ming coming in, she smiled forcefully and quickly put away Murong Wan's portrait.

Han Ming stepped forward, gently picked up the portrait that was rolled up, opened it and saw that it was Murong Wan wearing the portrait of the feather spirit robe, and said with a gentle smile: "This painter is really good, he has painted the most beautiful side of Wan'er!"

"It's a pity, a portrait is always just a portrait!" Murong Yanran couldn't help but continue to look at the portrait and replied sadly.

After Han Ming smiled a little, he suddenly said to Wu Fei and Murong Yanran: "Uncle, aunt, Wan'er is not dead. She was rescued by a hermitage who was a master of the world, but she was still in a coma. When I find a few medicines, Wan'er will definitely wake up again!"

Hearing these words, Wu Fei and Murong Yanran were stunned in place.

After a while, Wu Fei was the first to come to his senses, pressed Han Ming's shoulders, and said in disbelief: "Han Ming, you, are you telling the truth? Is Wan'er really not dead? She, is she really still alive?"

Han Ming nodded confidently and comforted, "Uncle, aunt." Don't worry, I will definitely bring Wan'er to you alive and reunite your family!"

Wu Fei's face suddenly stretched into an extremely happy smile, and he gently hammered Han Ming's chest, and said with a smile: "It's our family reunion, haha, my daughter is not dead." Yanran, our daughter is not dead!"

Murong Yanran still looked demented, and it took a long time before she asked faintly: "Brother Fei, aren't I dreaming? Is Wan'er really not dead?"

Wu Fei hugged Murong Yanran excitedly, and said happily: "Yes, our daughter is not dead, our daughter is not dead." Haha, God still treats us well!"

At this moment, when Wu Fei picked up Murong Yanran, Murong Yanran came to her senses with a red face. Murong Yanran and Murong Wan are very similar, they are both the kind of beauty that is like fireworks that do not eat the world.

Murong Yanran patted Wu Fei's powerful shoulder and scolded: "You old guy, the children are all on the side!

After saying that, Wu Fei put Murong Yanran down gently, scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and laughed on the side.

After a while, Murong Yanran glanced at Wu Fei suspiciously, and asked questioningly, "Wu Fei, you shouldn't have joined forces with Ming'er to deceive me, right?"

Wu Fei smiled bitterly a few times, and after looking at Han Ming helplessly, he said, "How is it possible." How could I lie to you about Wan'er, I dare to swear, or I will swear an oath!"

After saying that, Wu Fei was about to swear, but the angry Murong Yanran quickly glared at Wu Fei angrily, and Wu Fei had no choice but put his hand down, no longer speaking but laughing on the side. Han Ming looked at all this and laughed as well.