The corpse gate is also a third-rate sect, because Jimo Mountain has just discovered the secret place of the ancient site, in order to grab the secret land, the Jimo family and the corpse gate are the two most competitive families, so the grievances have continued from hundreds of years ago to the present.

For so many years, there has been no major movement in the corpse gate, and the Mo family has relaxed their vigilance against it, but they didn't expect that this time the corpse gate would send someone in to make trouble.

"Then there's nothing to say, come on!" These two enemies are fully hostile to the Jimo family, so no amount of sophistry is useless, and they can only fight to the death.

The demon snake laughed, and the black flame corpse fire in his palm disappeared, and instead there was a delicate small arrow more than a foot long suspended in the palm of his hand, this small arrow was surrounded by a faint blood light, depicting obscure and mysterious patterns, and leaking a trace of the all-breaking avenue charm.

"This is a high-level hegemonic weapon, the Sky Piercing Arrow, you must have already understood its power. The demon snake looked at Jimo, whose face was even paler, and laughed fiercely.

"Jimo old thief, for the sake of my son and my husband, take the death!" The ugly widow could no longer suppress the anger and murderous intent in her heart, she let out a long roar, and turned out green poisonous gas all over her body, like a poisonous person towards Jimo Cang.

"Wind and fire, eighteen sticks!!" Jimo Cang took a deep breath, slowly exhaled it, and all the vitality in his body poured out, he picked up the cloud stick in his hand, and the wind and clouds around him roared, and the flames churned towards the ugly widow.

Rumble!

Long sticks surrounded by wind and fire collided with poisonous gas.

The ugly widow stabilized the Jimo Cang with the strength of the sixth-order war king, her vitality was poison spirit, and the vitality of the ink warehouse was the fire spirit.

The Fire Spirit can burn the enemy's vitality and quickly consume the opponent during the battle, while the Poison Spirit penetrates the enemy's body like a moisturizer.

Whew!

The fiery vitality covered the cloud stick, turning into a shadow of the stick in the sky with a whirring wind whistle, smashing towards the ugly widow.

The ugly widow's green poisonous energy evolved into green poisonous snakes of different thicknesses, and these poisonous snakes opened their bloody mouths and constantly spewed green poisonous gas into the Jimo warehouse.

However, after more than a dozen breaths, there was a trace of poisonous green light on the cheeks of the ink cang, and the momentum of the whole person continued to decline, while the ugly widow was full of hatred, and the more she fought, the more fierce she became.

The difference in strength is too large, even if the Jimo Cang has a high-level spirit weapon called the Cloud Stick, the result is the same.

He sensed that the poisonous qi accumulated in his body was getting stronger and stronger, and the blood qi in his body was also declining.

If this continues, the poisonous gas will penetrate deep into the limbs and hundreds of remains, and even the immortal body of the king of war will slowly lose its vitality at that time.

But even if he knew that this was the end, Ji Mocang still had no way at all, after all, there was still a sixth-order battle king demon snake holding a high-level hegemonic weapon that had not yet made a move, so he could only know that he would slowly be infected by the poisonous gas and die, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

The only thing that made him happy was that his daughter Jimo had successfully escaped, and thinking of this, the melancholy and sorrow in Jimocang's heart were also reduced a little.

"Dare to be distracted, poisonous Yao!" the ugly widow screamed viciously, grasping the flaw of the Jimo warehouse, and the two hands were extremely flexible to buckle the seal, and the seal knot erupted with a dazzling poisonous light......

Rumble~~!

The halberd head smashed the head of a Dao Spirit again, and Han Ming took the fragment of the Dao Rule in his palm.

In the past five days, as Han Ming and Dao Ling continued to fight, the experience of combat techniques continued to improve, and the speed of killing Dao Ling became faster and faster.

On the first day, it was only two pieces, and on the second day, it rose to four, and on the fifth day, it was possible to hunt five Dao spirits in half a day.

So much so that now the speed at which the little steamed bun absorbs the fragments of the Dao can no longer keep up with the speed at which Han Ming hunts the Dao Spirit.

While frantically hunting Dao Spirits, Han Ming quickly stabilized the strength of the First Order of the Battle King, but he didn't feel that coming to the ancient site this time was a waste of time, but he benefited a lot.

"Okay, hurry up and refine, I'm here to guard you!"

Under the mask, Han Ming grinned and threw the slap-like slap-like fragment of Dao Ze to the little steamed bun.

"Thank you, godfather!" The little steamed bun smiled sweetly, and then took the Dao Fragment and began to refine it, and now the little Steamed Bun has refined nearly twenty Dao Fragments, and finally has some significant feelings.

For example, she said that her body seemed to be much lighter and more transparent, and her vision was much clearer in the dim environment.

This should be the most superficial and intuitive change, absorbing the Dao is not only these benefits, I am afraid that the cultivation qualification and comprehension of the little steamed bun have been greatly improved.

While the little steamed bun was concentrating on refining, Han Ming stood aside safely, silently cultivating the Dragon Star Yao Shen and making a decision.

After the crazy portrayal of the rune array with his apprentice Fu Xiaoyu in the black market of Mocheng, his spiritual sense had a feeling that he was about to move and wanted to advance.

After all, the depiction of the talisman array needs to constantly consume spiritual sense, and after consuming spiritual sense, Han Ming needs to cultivate the Dragon Star Yao Shen Decisive to recover, just like the physical body will become more powerful after continuous tempering, his spiritual sense is finally going to advance again after so long.

But Han Ming was not in a hurry, his spiritual sense was advanced, he hoped that it would come naturally, and the most important thing now was to work hard to improve the level of Yuan Qi cultivation.

After the strength of the first-order battle king is stabilized, he will have to fight towards a higher level.

Just when Han Ming was cultivating the Dragon Star Yao Divine Decision, his spiritual sense suddenly noticed a familiar spiritual sense fluctuation.

Instant ink blemish!!

However, to Han Ming's surprise, Jimo's father, Jimo Cang, was not with Jimo.

Ji Mo Cang doted on Ji Mo Fang so much, how could he put up with his daughter Ji Mo Fang, who was only the first level strength of Zhan Xiong, running around in the dangerous ancient site.

Wrong!

Han Ming thought about it for a while, and then took the initiative to connect the spiritual consciousness to the spiritual consciousness of Jimo Flaw.

Whew!

Running with all his might, gasping for air.

It was only after leaving his father's side that Ink Blemish sensed the horror of this dim ancient site for the first time, and the flow of light made up of glowing insects that once seemed to be incomparably beautiful was now as endless as a desert.

She is only a battle male, and the spiritual sense level is even weaker than three changes, after it is spread out, there is not the slightest human population within the range of perception, and this ancient site is so big that people are afraid.

"Dad, you must not be fine, I will find someone to save you!!"

After accidentally encountering the Dao Spirit of the Battle King Rank, he was so frightened that his eyes were full of tears, and he fled again in embarrassment.

Where does she still have the demeanor of the eldest sister of the Mocheng family, she is completely like a helpless little girl, running around with her head covered.

"What's going on?!"

Just when Jimo was at a loss and cried like a tearful man, a rough voice suddenly came into Jimo's mind.

The owner of this voice had just entered the ancient site, and he had secretly cursed two sentences.

After all, her father didn't beat her so much, this guy actually slapped her and vomited blood, not manly, but also looked like a bear, and wore a strange horn mask.

But countless times before, how much she hated the owner of this voice, now that Mo Fang heard this voice, she suddenly burst into tears, as if she had heard the most cordial voice in the world, she stopped in place and cried: "Help me, save my father, please!"