Nothing, that is, Han Ming's realm. Although it is none, it is all-encompassing.

As soon as Fan Fan entered Han Ming's realm, all kinds of lives immediately appeared in front of him. Old people, children, men, women, all kinds of people, all kinds of things appeared before his eyes.

Before he could react, he found that the surroundings were cold. All kinds of anger and killing intent swept over him. What made him even more terrifying was that he found that he was actually an ordinary person among them.

There are thousands of troops and horses around, and the dust is flying. He was slashed by these people with machetes alone, and after his body was lumbered to dodge a blow, countless machetes flew behind him.

Suddenly, "Ah~~~~" Fan Fan let out a sharp pain sound. And Fan Fan, who lives in reality, is in a cold sweat all over his body, his hands and feet are constantly trembling, his eyes are closed, and he is experiencing the illusion brought by Han Ming's realm.

"No, no, no~~~~~~~~~~" At this moment, Fan Fan kept shaking his head, his face was in pain, and he shouted to the sky. However, his eyes were still closed and not open.

Han Ming just sneered and looked at Fan Fan, and all kinds of prohibitions kept appearing in his hands. He didn't expect to be able to kill Fan Fan by his own realm, and Fan Fan would definitely not be able to deal with it so easily.

The prohibitions were formed one by one, and everyone's eyes were focused on Fan Fan, and they didn't pay attention to Han Ming. Of course, only the idiot of Biluo Mountain has been carefully observing Han Ming.

After a stick of incense, an explosion suddenly sounded in Fan Fan's mind: "Don't you wake up quickly?"

"Ah, Ancestor!" Fan Fan said in surprise after hearing this voice, after opening his eyes. After that, his face began to slowly become hot and excited: "Since the ancestor is here, he must not embarrass the ancestor." Han Ming, you're dead!"

After gritting his teeth, Fan Fan's eyes were furious, and the bone blade dagger suddenly turned into a scimitar. Fan Fan slashed his middle finger and incorporated the blood dripping from his middle finger into the scimitar.

The scimitar is even more demonic, a blood-red demon.

Fan Fan took the scimitar, as if he felt a momentum, flew up in the air and slashed at the black clouds, and shouted: "Spirit blade scimitar, break this small realm for me, destroy ~~~!"

"Hmph" There was a muffled snort first, and Han Ming's realm actually blocked this blow. Fan Fan's eyes widened as he looked at this realm, and the shock in his heart was self-evident.

This spirit blade scimitar of his was a first-class immortal weapon, but he didn't expect that it didn't break Han Ming's realm. This spirit blade scimitar was a magic weapon before it changed into an immortal weapon, and it was a bone blade dagger.

This is also the magic of this immortal artifact. In an instant, Han Ming's realm emitted a thunderous momentum, and countless attacks all flew towards Fan Fan, making Fan Fan dazzled in an instant.

These attacks have the most common axes, swords. There were also all kinds of strange attacks used by the monks, these were all attacks that Han Ming relied on those stories to perfect this realm.

After a violent blow, the realm collapsed, but the attack had not been defused by Fan Fan.

Fan Fan gritted his teeth and took out several magic weapons and put them on himself, so that his heart was a little stable. It's not that he doesn't have a trick, it's just that he won't use it until the last critical moment.

"Bang~~~~~Bang~~~~Bang!" The three magic weapons have been broken, and I can't hold on to the fourth magic weapon anymore. However, the attack from the realm was almost gone, and Fan Fan took out another cyan toad and put it in front of him.

"Four-eyed toad, it's up to you this time!" Fan Fan whispered, and then slapped his big hand on the top of the four-eyed toad's head. Suddenly, the four-eyed toad turned into a pool of blood mist and surrounded Fan Fan, and all the attacks failed.

Han Mingzheng looked at this Fan Fan's trace in surprise. "Stirrup, stirrup" two crisp sounds came, and it was Fan Fan's spirit blade scimitar that slashed at Han Ming's protective shield.

However, because Han Ming's defense was too strong, he didn't break Han Ming's defense. After that, Han Ming saw that the blood mist was still in the original direction, but Fan Fan's figure had disappeared.

Han Ming sneered in his heart, and thought disdainfully: "Hmph, if you want to play yin with me, then let's see who can be yin over whom! Today, I want you to suffer ten times more than my second brother's, a hundred times!"

After thinking about it, Han Ming whispered in his mouth: "Forbidden, all open!"

In an instant, not far in front of Han Ming. A series of muffled sounds came, causing the disciples watching around to forget to breathe again and look intently at the place where the muffled sound was emanating.

After that, colorful lights appear there.

"Poof~poof" After a few breaths, Fan Fan's figure appeared in embarrassment. His clothes were in pieces, his face was covered with cyan filaments, and gulps of blood spat out of his mouth.

"Han Ming, you dare to yin me. You're looking for death!" Fan Fan's eyes were vicious, pointing at Han Ming and roaring angrily.

Who knew that before Han Ming could speak, Wu Tian picked up the conversation and sneered without hesitation: "Don't laugh, it's obviously my seventh brother who is your first yin, and now I still say that it is my seventh brother yin you." It's shameless!"

Fan Fan covered his chest and pointed at Wu Tian angrily: "You~~~~!" Before he could say it, another mouthful of blood spurted out. But this time it was stimulated by Wu Tian's words.

Han Ming looked at Fan Fan calmly and snorted coldly, "Fan Fan, I know you haven't used your strength yet. Take out your bottom line, let me Han see what you are capable of! Han can also tell you that I have never used my bottom line!"

As soon as they heard this, the people around them gasped.

"This Han Ming hasn't shown his real strength yet, and he can beat the ghost Fan Fan like this. If he showed his real strength, then Fan Fan would not have died!"

"I don't think so, this Fan Fan has never used his true skills, so he will be pressed and beaten by Han Ming all the time. If Fan Fan also showed his true strength, Han Ming would definitely not be his opponent!"

"Fart, you don't even know how powerful Han Ming is, hey, unfortunately, he is no longer from our Tiangang Sect. To be honest, there must have been something strange about that incident a few decades ago!"

The disciples below were talking a lot, and those Mahayana masters of Tiangangmen and Yunhai Sect also gathered together to discuss something. After all, this battle is about face.

If Han Ming loses, he will definitely be killed directly by Fan Fan, and he will definitely show no mercy. Since Han Ming escaped from the secret prison last time, Murong Hai had set his mind to kill Han Ming, otherwise when Han Ming grew up, he would definitely be a scourge.

And this time, he finally saw what Han Ming had grown up to.

But if Han Ming wins, then Yunhai Sect and Tiangangmen will be shooting themselves in the foot. Therefore, now Fan Fan can only win and not lose, and losing is equivalent to losing everything, and even his reputation will be lost.

"Today's battle is just a temptation. Tomorrow's battle will be a decisive battle!" Xue Feng of Tiangangmen and the two old women of Yunhai Sect were forced to say this sentence helplessly after discussing it.

As soon as this sentence came out, it was tantamount to Tiangangmen slapping himself in the mouth.

When the hippie smiling Mahayana master of the Sword Sect heard this, he immediately sneered: "Yo you, all the old immortals are so smart. This Fan Fan has seriously injured Han Ming and is going to fight again tomorrow, you guys are so calculating!"

"Into the sword, don't be too arrogant! Today we are the three of us, if you are so presumptuous, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson in front of your senior brother!" An old woman from the Yunhai Sect finally couldn't help it and reprimanded.

Who knows, but he didn't care about entering the sword, and still sneered: "You old woman, just you still teach me? You are just a mid-Mahayana period, Lao Tzu and I are late, you still teach me? Relying on your many people, come and try~~~!"

"Bang" suddenly, a momentum emanated from the body of the sword. This momentum was directly pressed into the sky, causing a hole to appear in the sky, and at this moment, everyone finally saw the power of the late Mahayana monks.

Just one momentum can change because of this tremor. If the monks of the Mahayana period fought, I don't know what it would be like!