Han Qing laughed and said, "The story is well written, but I can make up something better."

The eighth master suddenly jumped like thunder, and it roared angrily, "You...... You dare not believe in the eighth master, how dare you not believe the eighth master......

At this moment, the eighth master stared at Han Qing, and suddenly opened his mouth, and a gloomy light shot out, forming a magic seal and blending into Han Qing's eyebrows.

"This is an ancient peerless pupil technique, it has been imprinted in your divine consciousness, you don't need to cultivate, start using it directly, now you use this pupil technique to take a look." The eighth master said loudly.

Han Qing did feel that there was a piece of information imprinted in his divine sense, and it was indeed a pupil technique.

As soon as his heart moved, he immediately used this technique.

Then, he felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be attracted by an irresistible force, and all of them poured into his eyes.

In an instant, his eyes tingled and his vision began to blur.

At the same time, the gray soil that Han Qing looked at was also too different in an instant.

On it, there was a faint golden light flashing.

Those golden rays turned into broken runes, exuding a coercion that made Han Qing's soul tremble.

Just when Han Qing wanted to see more clearly, everything in front of him suddenly shattered and returned to normal again.

"You should know by now, the eighth master is not a big talker. Let me tell you again, these mud only contain a wisp of immortal talisman power, if you encounter the real immortal talisman ashes, I am afraid that you will be wiped out immediately."

"And this mud is a lot in this land, if you feel the complete immortal rune text from it, it is equivalent to learning the true immortal supernatural powers." The eighth master looked proud.

Han Qing's eyes flickered, thoughtful.

At the same time, he also had great curiosity about the identity of this eighth master.

You must know that back then, the Baiyun Sect took great pains and hundreds of years to lay it out, trying to catch it.

Now it seems that this thing is indeed a little unusual, and the origin should not be simple.

However, no matter what Han Qing said, the eighth master was either silent or pretended to be stupid.

In the blink of an eye, five days have passed.

On this day, when Han Qing was studying the pupil technique and the broken immortal talisman, suddenly there was a strange movement in the large array he had laid down.

Someone barged in......

At this time, Feng Dashan was being held hostage by four monks with a bad spirit, heading towards this cave mansion.

These four monks are all Yuanying Realm monks.

Feng Dashan's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he obviously suffered a lot.

"Four big brothers, that guy is in the cave house in front." Feng Dashan nodded.

"Very good, I want to see who it is, who actually has such a quality elixir." One of them spoke, salivating.

"Remember, as soon as you see that guy later, you will do it at the same time, don't do your best to achieve the effect of killing with one hit."

"Agreed, after all, the guy with such an elixir shouldn't be a simple person."

"Moreover, he can casually throw this kind of quality elixir to this guy, there must be a higher level of elixir on his body, if we get his Sumeru ring, we will be developed."

These four Yuan Infant Barbarian Cultivators were discussing, exuding a greedy and hideous murderous aura.

Feng Dashan was bitter in his heart, he didn't want to, but in front of these four Yuanying masters, he had no chance to resist at all.

Soon, these five people came to the front of the cave.

But before they could attack, the gate of this cave opened on its own.

Han Qing raised his head and stared at them coldly.

It was pitch black in the cave, but Han Qing was sitting cross-legged in it, but he could make the people outside see clearly.

He has white hair, his face is bloodless, but his eyes are as cold as ice.

In an instant, the hearts of the four Yuanying Monks stopped beating a few beats, and in an instant, they felt an extremely terrifying suppressive force.

Suddenly, the hands and feet of the four people were cold, and they felt it

The blood seemed to be frozen.

It seemed that it was not a monk who was staring at them, but an ancient beast.

They froze directly in place, fearing that if they moved, they would attract a deadly attack.

All four of them were sweating like rain, their lips were bruised, and they were trembling all over.

They didn't dare to move, their minds were completely suppressed, and their brains went blank.

At this moment, one of the Yuanying monks shook Yuanying and forcibly pulled himself out of this state, and he roared, "Pretending to be a ghost, see that I won't let you show your original form."

With that, he burst out with spiritual power and pounced towards Han Qing.

Han Qing's eyes flashed, and suddenly his soul power condensed into a bundle, like an invisible laser.

Suddenly, he heard this Yuan Infant Realm cultivator scream, and flew out directly, landing heavily in front of his three companions.

He lay motionless on the ground, his eyes frozen with great horror, and his pupils were gray.

And in the center of his forehead, there is a blood hole, which is gushing with blood.

"Hiss......" The other three infant monks all gasped, and the fear in their hearts reached its peak.

With just one glance, he actually killed a Yuanying Realm monk in seconds, what kind of realm power can only have this means.

At this time, the three Yuanying monks all screamed in horror, turned around and fled.

But at this moment, in the dirt behind him, blood-colored roots broke through the ground, and instantly volleyed into the air, covering the sky and the sun, blocking all retreats.

The three infant monks glanced at each other, and they all showed despair.

That white-haired young man should be a distraction, no, maybe it is the power of the Merge Realm, or even the power of the Mahayana Realm.

All in all, their strength in front of this white-haired young man is just a delusional grasshopper that shakes the tree.

It's ridiculous that they still want to kill people and seize treasures, which is simply delusional.

Feng Dashan on the side swallowed a mouthful of saliva hard, his face was incredible.

He originally thought that Han Qing was just the Yuan Infant Realm, but he didn't expect that the real Yuan Infant Realm cultivator couldn't stop his gaze in front of him, which was easier than stepping on an ant.

At this moment, one of the three primordial monks suddenly roared, detonating the treasure on his body, turning it into a cannonball, and blasting into the large net of blood-colored roots.

The other two's eyes flashed, and they prepared to flee after them.

"Huh"

A blood-colored root suddenly appeared as if out of thin air, stabbing into the body of the attacking Yuan Infant Cultivator.

In an instant, this Yuan Infant Monk was directly sucked into a human.

Then it was quickly decomposed again, and in a few breaths, there was not even any slag left.