Han Ming sat on the stone bed without moving, his blood-colored essence surging frantically towards his body, and this terrifying cultivation speed looked extremely terrifying.

He maintained his cultivation state, and his whole person had already fallen into the pleasure of rapid growth in strength, and only waited until the qi hall was saturated later that he stopped cultivating.

When he opened his eyes and moved his body, his stiff body made a crackling sound like popping beans, and a momentum that was even more blatant than before emanated from his body.

A thin scarlet light peeked through the cavern.

Han Ming was in a great mood and turned over, but the amplitude of his rise was a little too large, pulling the dark wounds left by the fierce battle with Zhao Heng, making his face slightly pale.

After all, Zhao Heng is also a seventh-order battle master, Han Ming is tough with him, and the dark injuries on his body cannot be completely recovered by cultivation, so in addition to cultivation, he also has to find some elixir to recover his injuries.

Han Ming walked out of the stone cave and began to look for elixirs around, the Blood Corpse Secret Realm was not a secret realm with abundant materials, and soon Han Ming found a Blood Spirit Grass, and by the way, he cut down a second-order soldier's blood corpse.

In fact, the alchemy of the elixir can exert the best effect, but the alchemy is an extremely complicated job, and he naturally can't do it, so he can only rudely swallow the whole blood spirit grass into his stomach and refine it with devouring words.

Call!

Han Ming slowly woke up from the stone bed, and in just two days, he found two rare elixirs, and the dark wounds on his body had finally recovered.

So after today, I will officially go out to experience treasure hunting, the real benefit of the Blood Corpse Secret Realm is not just that the cultivation is fast, there are countless secret places and treasures that have not been explored, as long as you are bold and careful enough, you will definitely be able to gain something.

When Han Mingzheng was about to get up and go out to do a big job, his eyes were attracted by a stone wall at the edge of the entrance of the stone cave.

There were messy sword marks on that stone wall, and in the past, Han Ming only thought that it was the graffiti of his predecessors and didn't care, but today, at first glance, it was a bit like a map.

He hurriedly got up and walked in front of the stone wall, staring at the stone wall with burning eyes, the messy sword marks from a distance looked like a map, but up close they were chaotic.

Han Ming pinched his chin and looked at the front of the sword mark for two hours, without moving, but he still had no clue when he looked at the sword mark.

"Maybe I'm too careful!" Han Ming smiled helplessly, every minute and second in the secret realm of blood corpses was precious, naturally there was no incident to spend more effort on a pair of chaotic sword marks that could not be seen at all, he raised his hand and subconsciously brushed over these messy sword marks.

Shout!

When Han Ming's big hand caressed the sword marks, his fingers suddenly felt a pinprick feeling, and the seemingly ordinary sword marks actually burst out with a sharp sword intent and pierced his fingers.

"Sword intent hurts people?!" Han Ming stood in place in shock, after all, sword intent is such a mysterious thing, unless it is cultivated to an extremely high level, it can directly hurt people.

Thinking of this, Han Ming's heart was six points of surprise and four points of joy, six points of surprise, because the people who entered the Blood Corpse Secret Realm were all War Master level cultivators, and the War Master level could cultivate the sword intent to the point of hurting people, which was really a demon among geniuses, and the four points of joy were because this messy and gratuitous sword mark finally revealed a hint.

He thought about the bright lightsaber in the Qi Palace, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand were side by side, carrying a wisp of Qiankun sword intent and vitality, he let out a low shout, and his two fingers broke fiercely towards the sword intent covered by the sword marks!

Kiss!

The sword intent covered by the sword marks finally dispersed, and those messy sword marks finally revealed their true appearance on the stone wall.

I saw that between the sword marks that still looked chaotic, a small piece of knife engraving appeared in a twist and twist, "Fighting with the Golden Flame Blood Corpse for half a month, I know that it has a strong inheritance, but I can't get it in my hands, it's a pity, it's hateful, it's angry! Leave this trace today, on the last day, fight to the death, if you die, this Golden Flame Blood Corpse will be left to those who are destined later, Wu Mingliu, the sword ghost in a long shirt!"

Underneath the small print was a rough and vague map marking the location of the Golden Flame Blood Corpse.

The long-robed sword ghost Wu Ming, Han Ming has never heard of it at all, and it is estimated that it is a very ancient predecessor, but now that he has read from a passage, he can see this person's determination to fight the Golden Flame Blood Corpse for the last time, and he doesn't know what the final result will be.

Extremely strong inheritance, the four big characters made Han Ming unable to let go, he finally decided to follow the direction shown on the map to see if the golden flame blood corpse was still there, if it was not to show that the sword ghost Wu Ming had the inheritance, he didn't have to think about it, if the golden flame blood corpse was still there, then ......

Click!

Han Ming's soles moved quickly on the ground, carefully avoiding those powerful blood corpses with the strength of ninth-order and eighth-order warriors, and quickly moved forward according to the location shown on the map.

The location of the Golden Flame Blood Corpse was in a continuous hill, if it weren't for the map indication, Han Ming would probably get lost, and he didn't know how the sword ghost Wu Ming found it in the first place.

The blood-colored essence was like a haze, and Han Ming's vision was greatly restricted, so after searching for two hours, he could be regarded as finding the bottom of a dark valley where the golden flame blood corpse was.

As soon as he stepped into the bottom of this valley, Han Ming felt a cold wind blowing in his face, and even the blood-colored essence that filled the entire Blood Corpse Secret Realm was swimming like flowing water here, this place was surprisingly quiet, indescribably weird.

Han Ming's heart clenched, after all, judging from the strength of the sword ghost Wu Ming's sword intent to hurt people, the Golden Flame Blood Corpse that made him helpless for half a month was definitely a dangerous existence.

He looked around, slowly walked into the middle of the valley floor, and carefully observed the surrounding environment, but after observing for a long time, he did not find any trace of the golden flame blood corpse.

"Could it be that the sword ghost Wu Ming has succeeded?" Han Ming didn't know whether he was happy or worried, he looked around again and didn't notice anything abnormal, then shook his head, and his nerves relaxed.

Just as he had just relaxed, a figure burst out of the air from the thick blood-colored essence, and the voice poked out a large, shriveled and thin palm towards his neck.

Han Ming's eyes were cold, his rich combat experience had already allowed him to practice the iron courage to be fearless in the face of danger, he probed into the void with his big palm, the greedy wolf giant sword appeared out of thin air, the vitality surged into the sword body, and as soon as his wrist flipped, the giant sword slashed towards the figure with Ling Ran's tearing sound.

Rumble!

Before the big hand of that figure fell on Han Ming's neck, his body was slashed by Han Ming's sword, and he staggered back.

Only then did Han Ming see the appearance of the attacker, and it turned out to be a bloody corpse.

However, this blood corpse was different from other blood corpses, its eye sockets were jumping with golden spiritual fire that other blood corpses did not have, staring at Han Ming like eyes, the dry and wrinkled skin all over its body exuded a faint white light, even Han Ming's full sword only left a blood mark on the skin on his chest, which was not broken.

This defense is actually a pervert, Han Ming doesn't know if this blood corpse is a golden flame blood corpse, after all, this guy is not a thing that is full of fire, but whether it is or not, Han Ming knows that this time he has encountered a powerful one.

Roar!

After the bloody corpse was slashed back by Han Ming's sword, he opened his mouth and roared, and the blood-colored vitality surfaced on the surface of his body, and rushed towards Han Ming again.

Fortunately, although this blood corpse is defensive against perversion, it is only at the level of a fourth-order battle master.

The bloody corpse arrived in front of Han Ming in a few steps, and a pair of big thin hands clenched into fists, heading towards Han Ming's vital points.

Han Ming picked up the giant sword covered in black vitality, and the blade slashed towards the bloody corpse's big fist.

However, the defense of the blood corpse is amazing, and it is not afraid of Han Ming's Mithril mid-level greedy wolf giant sword, a pair of fists are as hard as gold and iron, and the blade of Han Ming's giant sword is fierce.

Boom Boom!

The black vitality and the blood-colored vitality collided and made a powerful sound.

The two figures of the blood corpse and Han Ming, one black and one red, were constantly intertwined at the bottom of the valley, and the more Han Ming fought, the more frightened he became, judging from the spiritual fire beating in the eye sockets of the blood corpse and its super high consciousness in battle, this blood corpse still retained quite a lot of pre-life consciousness.

This time it was finally Han Ming's turn to be deflated, after all, the other party was a bloody corpse with combat experience even higher than him, and his strength level was two orders higher than him.

The spiritual fire in the pupils of the blood corpse on the opposite side shrank, and opened its mouth to let out a roaring laugh.

This naturally stimulated the stubbornness in Han Ming's blood, his face was cold, and he slapped the sword body with the Qiankun sword intent with one hand, and the greedy wolf giant sword trembled slightly.

Han Ming covered the sword qi on the blade, raised his step and snapped, his body swept towards the blood corpse, and the big sword slashed towards the blood corpse.

The bloody corpse clenched its fists, and the blood-colored vitality gathered its fist and smashed towards the sword blade that Han Ming slashed into.

Rumble!

The bloody corpse was smashed away by a sword, the black blood on the fist was strewn, and its defensive skin was amazing, but this time there were hideous wounds.

Roar!

The bloody corpse roared angrily at Han Ming.

"I thought you were King Kong and not bad!" Han Ming sneered, and pulled out half of the sword intent from the light sword in the Qi Hall and injected it into the sword body.

Buzz!

The greedy wolf greatsword in his hand hummed like the roar of a hungry beast before hunting.

Rumble!

Han Ming's soles slammed on the ground, his body was like a raging wind towards the bloody corpse, holding a giant sword in his hand, the blade of the sword slashed through the air and let out bursts of screams, and a sword net covered the bloody corpse downward.

Roar, roar, roar!

The giant sword wrapped in sword qi of the bloody corpse slashed back again and again, but there was no choice but to retreat again and again.

"No matter how powerful you are at guarding against sword intent?" After this thought surfaced in Han Ming's mind, his mind remembered a small text on the stone cave, "No, if this is the golden flame blood corpse that made the sword ghost Wu Mingdu fall here, it is absolutely impossible to be so weak." ”

Han Ming squinted and cautiously observed the state of the golden flame blood corpse, and found that the golden spiritual fire in the eye socket of the blood corpse actually slowly became thicker, and the sudden stinging pain in the back of the neck was a signal of danger from the sixth sense of the body.

Han Ming didn't think much about it, put away his sword and turned around and ran.

Ooh!

The surface of the bloody corpse suddenly ignited with a golden flame, this flame was dazzling, but there was no terrifying heat, but it made people's souls tremble and fear.

The Golden Flame Blood Corpse lives up to its name!

Han Ming glanced back, and broke out in a cold sweat with fright.

Shout!

Before he could react, the Golden Flame Blood Corpse leaned over and stepped forward, the speed was a hundred times faster than that, and it arrived in front of him in an instant, if it weren't for the piercing sound of breaking wind, Han Ming would have thought that the Golden Flame Blood Corpse had teleported over.

Roar!

The bloody corpse burning with golden flames roared angrily at Han Ming's side, and a fist of brilliant golden flames smashed down towards Han Ming's right arm.

This punch is incomparably invincible, and it is only stronger than a low-level general!

Han Ming only felt that the fist wind was about to shatter himself, and the dark despair spread in his heart, if this punch did not sacrifice the strongest hole card, I am afraid that his life would not be saved!

Alas!

Han Ming sighed lightly, and then the corners of his mouth raised a crazy smile, and the scarlet flicker in the depths of his eyes.

The core of the black vortex inside the devouring word detached from its main body with its mind, and then brutally tore through the narrow meridians, and finally slowly appeared in its right hand, palm.