At the same time as the white-faced Confucian and the blood jade spider were fighting fiercely, on an iceberg more than a hundred miles away from the Land of the Fallen Spirits, Han Ming, who was covered in a blue robe, held a sword in one hand, his brows furrowed, and stared at a person covered in black robes not far away.

"Boy, when you meet me Beiyuan, you are unlucky, quickly hand over the magic weapon on your body, and wait to be killed, the uncle is happy in his heart, and he can spare your life!" A rough and abnormal voice came from under the black robe, just listening to this voice, it made people feel that there should be a bearded man or something like that in the black robe!

Since on the surface, Han Ming had met an evil cultivator robber, and this evil cultivator robber was still a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Han Ming glanced up and down at the black-robed man, his eyes showed a slight hint of doubt, then he squinted slightly, and after a little induction, his eyes showed such a look, and then he said coldly: "Hehe, I really didn't expect that such a big sect as the Netherworld Ghost Sect, the disciples of the sect would come out to do this kind of roadblock robbery, Pan Xiang Daoyou, do you think that Zhu can't see it wearing this robe that covers his divine sense?"

"Quack, what Netherworld Ghost Sect, Uncle is an authentic evil cultivator, hum, boy, since you don't know the current affairs, then Uncle will send you back to the West and taste Uncle My Hundred Ghost Devouring Souls!" The black-robed man laughed and continued to hum in a rough voice.

Immediately, the black-robed man raised his hand in his sleeve and threw out a black bowl, and at the same time, as soon as he pinched the magic technique, a stream of rich black gas churned out from the black bowl and gathered into the air, forming a large cloud of black mist.

This black mist was very evil, constantly churning, as if something was running back and forth in it, and there was not a sound of a girl's giggling like a silver bell, as if there was a large group of girls chasing and playing inside.

"Devour!" The black-robed man was a little farther away, and the black mist suddenly dispersed around, turning into more than a hundred small clouds of black gas, and then condensed slightly, and it turned into a slender shadow.

Nearly 100 sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls with bright eyes and good eyes and faces like peach blossoms took shape in the air, wearing only wisps of black tulle on their bodies, and a large area of snow-white skin was exposed, which formed a sharp contrast with the black tulle, giving people a strange allure.

"Giggles. A large group of girls glanced at Han Ming, then held hands and flew towards Han Ming.

A few pieces of tulle on the bodies of this group of girls were blown by the wind, revealing a large piece of spring light, which made people feel a little nosebleeds just by looking at it.

This group of girls who appeared out of thin air were so "tempting", but Han Ming did not have a trace of lust in his eyes when he looked at them, on the contrary, they were all dignified, Han Ming probably guessed that this should be a ghost that rarely exists in the immortal cultivation world!

The so-called ghost ghost is that some monks who practice ghost dao exercises are refined with a virgin with a spiritual root, and the process is extremely cruel and bloody, and it is necessary to strip off the flesh and blood of the person being sacrificed inch by inch, let it die in pain, and then condense the soul that is about to dissipate, and cooperate with the secret art to refine it into a ghost ghost.

Once the ghost is practiced, the use is great, in addition to the combat power is not low, it can be used as an auxiliary ghost to participate in the fighting method, and it can also gather something called Yin Yuan in the ghost body every once in a while, and when the ghost master intersects with it, it can inhale the Yin Yuan into the body and promote the growth of cultivation.

Therefore, for monks who practice ghost dao exercises, the ghost is not only a weapon for fighting, but also equivalent to a mobile pill library that can be repaired by itself, and most monks who practice ghost dao exercises are eager for the ghost ghost.

However, there are very few ghosts in the world of cultivating immortals, because there are very few refining methods of ghosts, and the failure rate is very high, it would be good to have one out of ten to succeed, and the method of refining ghosts is too bloody and cruel, too evil, and may damage the way of heaven, so it is rumored in the world of cultivating immortals that anyone who refines ghosts will not die well, but it is not known how it is.

Although he knew that Pan Xiang should not be a good person, but when he released these hundreds of ghosts, Han Ming was still shocked in his heart, there are hundreds of ghosts here, doesn't that mean that Pan Xiang alone has abused and killed nearly a thousand girls, and they all have spiritual roots!

However, this also made Han Ming wonder for a while, thousands of virgins with spiritual roots, this is not a small number, it is absolutely impossible to do it with only one foundation building period monk, even a monk in the Yudan stage cannot do it simply, but there is also another possibility, that is, Pan Xiang's refining method has a relatively high success rate.

Han Ming looked at the hundred glamorous ghosts that were slowly flying over, and the hand that grabbed the long sword in his hand suddenly clenched, and slashed towards the front: "The sword shadow is separated!"

Dozens of golden sword qi crisscrossed and turned into a sword wall, pushing it forward, and the heavy snow flying around was slightly swept by the sword qi, and it directly dissipated, turning into a large white qi wave, which was wrapped by the sword wall, and shrouded more than a hundred ghosts!

"Giggles, hee-hee-hee, hahaha!" A crisp coquettish laugh came from the direction of more than a hundred ghosts, and then those ghosts ripped off a few pieces of black cloth on their bodies and threw them at the sword wall.

The black pieces of cloth blended together, forming a large piece of black cloth with a length and width of more than ten zhang, and the surface was filled with wisps of black light, blocking all the glamorous ghosts behind him, and meeting the sword wall inspired by Han Ming's imperial sword technique.

With a crisp sound, Han Ming's sword wall and the black light curtain of the ghost collided together, emitting a burst of "Bell Clan!" The sound of metal clashing erupted, and a halo of half gold and half black burst out.

Han Ming's sword qi all shattered, but the surface of the black light curtain was still smooth and abnormal, without a trace of damage.

"Close!" Hundreds of ghosts waved at the black light curtain, and the large black cloth turned into more than a hundred small pieces of cloth, and flew back to the ghost's body, covering the spring light of the big leak.

"How is it possible!" Han Ming looked at the hundreds of Yan Ghosts who didn't have any damage, and couldn't help but not wrinkle, Fang Cai's blow, although he didn't use much mana, and it was only a tentative attack, but it was not something that ordinary foundation building period cultivators could easily follow!

"Haha, let's try the knife, let's see the true strength of these more than 100 ghosts, and see how many moves you can take!" The black-robed man smiled behind the more than 100 ghosts, and then pinched the magic trick in his hand, and was about to urge this ghost.

"Hmph, Zhu also wants to see how much stronger you are than your junior brother, is it the same incompetent!" Han Ming's long sword closed slightly towards the middle, and a huge sword qi came out of his body, which was clearly the greatest power that was ready to use the imperial sword technique, but this black-robed man was fighting to the death!

"I don't understand what you're talking about, Lao Tzu is a loose cultivator, what the Netherworld Ghost Sect, Lao Tzu doesn't know!" The black-robed man still didn't admit that he was Hao Jian's senior brother Pan Xiang.

"Take the move, sword qi nine heavens!" Han Ming slammed into the ground, suddenly spun and soared into the air, and pulled out a dozen swords at the surrounding ghosts before stopping.

"Don't do it yourself!" the black faction let out a low cry and began to recite some obscure incantations, while also playing a lot of tricks at the black bowl that drilled out the ghost!

The black bowl began to slowly change color, and some blood faintly appeared on the pure black surface, and some blood-red mist churned inside.

"Whew!" each ghost looked up to the sky and roared regardless of the image, and the original black pupils began to appear a trace of blood, and at the same time, blood-colored veins appeared on the surface of their bodies, their pure black nails also grew at a visible rate, and the upper and lower four fangs also drilled out of their mouths.

However, after two or three breaths of kung fu, a group of ghosts who were originally beautiful in appearance and had better skin than snow turned into hideous-looking ghosts, which really revealed the fierce side of ghosts.

The ghosts howled wolf, and rushed towards Han Ming with their inch-long nails, ignoring the sharp sword qi that Han Ming swayed.

"Bell, bell!" The black nails of the ghost collided with Han Ming's sword qi, but there was not much fierce collision, and those sword qi were easily cut off, as if these sword qi were bluffing.

"Pan Daoyou, if you compare it in the future, Zhu has something important to do, so I won't accompany you!" Han Ming unleashed his green cloud wings, like a Dapeng bird, and shot away into the distance, without a trace of hesitation.

Han Ming is not stupid, although this Pan Xiang only reveals the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, but he is a genuine fake Dan monk, and he is also a proud disciple of the ancestor of the late stage of the Dan, and the means of pressing the bottom of the box are definitely no less than Hao Jian, and his strength is definitely top-notch among the monks in the foundation building period!

This Pan Xiang also has more than 100 difficult and abnormal ghosts, which are absolutely extremely difficult, Han Ming feels that if he does not use a few hole cards, there is basically no possibility of winning, and even if he uses the hole cards, he is not much sure that Pan Xiang will be left.

Moreover, this place is only a few hundred miles away from the Netherworld Ghost Sect's Fallen Spirit Land, if something happens, the monk surnamed Yu Dan behind Pan Xiang is very likely to rush over, and then he will be a mid-stage foundation building monk who will not be able to escape.

And the most important thing is that in the quasi-armor area of the Fallen Spirit Land, Han Ming has already used the Demon Beast Body once, and his physical condition is not very good, if he continues to carry out a powerful fighting method, it is very likely that he will be extremely seriously injured, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Han Ming felt that he had now obtained the Northern Yuan Tianguang he wanted, and he had already achieved his goal, and the road to cultivating immortals was still long in the future, so there was no need to fight to the death with Pan Xiang here, taking a big risk.

Han Ming wanted to run, but Pan Xiang came out on the orders of his master, if he couldn't bring Han Ming's head back, even if he failed the mission, it would make his master's impression of him lower, how could Pan Xiang endure it.

"In front of my ghost, the uncle hasn't agreed yet, you want to run, it's really wishful thinking!" Pan Xiang smiled and slapped the black bowl above his head, and the black bowl became bigger in an instant.

The mouth of the bowl was facing downward, and streams of black gas were spewed out, forming long sticks with the thickness of arms, intersecting on all sides of the bowl, and streams of black gas churned upward, condensing into a large bed at the flat bottom of the bowl.

Pan Xiang flew up to the big bed and reclined on it, while more than a dozen ghosts flew up and snuggled up to Pan Xiang's side.

At this time, the other ghosts also regained their previous beautiful appearance of skin Saixue, covered with black gauze, showing a strange temptation, and flew under the long stick formed by the black bowl one by one, knelt down on one knee, and carried the black long stick on their shoulders!

"Get up!" shouted a ghost.

Dozens of ghosts stood up together, lifted the black bowl, and then jumped forward and chased after it, looking from a distance, it looked like the kind of eight-carried sedan chair in the mortal world.

The people carrying the sedan chair are all young and beautiful fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, a large area of snow-white skin is exposed, the body is draped in translucent black veil, surrounded by black mist, revealing a gloomy ghostly aura, feet do not touch the ground, soaring away, looking at this appearance, it is clearly exactly the same as the kind of ghost king in the mortal world!

Vibrating Qingyun Wing, Han Ming turned his head and couldn't help frowning, this ghost can still be used to hurry, these ghost ghosts look at walking with two feet, but every step they take is flying out of ten zhang, the speed is terrifying, not worse than the top flying spirit weapon Qingyun Wing.

Yan ghosts can promote cultivation, can assist in battles, and can also be used to travel, which has a lot of effects, which makes Han Ming have a little idea of wanting to sacrifice some, but as soon as this idea appeared, he abandoned it.

Yan Ghost Promotion Cultivation is limited to a monk who cultivates the Ghost Dao Exercises, he has already cultivated the Huayuan Sword Technique, so he can't change the Ghost Dao, and although he is not a good person, he still can't do it with a fifteen or sixteen-year-old innocent girl to sacrifice ghosts.

The previous blood demon was not counted, the people who were sacrificed to the blood demon were all those who had a holiday with him, and they were all condensed after killing and feeling that the corpse did not need to be wasted, which did not violate his principles.

Thinking of the Blood Demon, Han Ming sighed faintly, if Chun'er was next to him and used the evil weapon Blood Demon Charm to deal with these glamorous ghosts, maybe there would be some miracle effect!

"Hehe, boy, you can't run away, stop honestly, uncle will leave you a whole corpse. Pan Xiang, who was half-lying on the big bed, continued to shout in an extremely rough voice, and at the same time walked back and forth on the body of the beautiful ghost ** on the side.

"Hehe, I don't know my heart but I know my face, I saw Pan Daoyou's politeness before, but the situation is really surprising!" Han Ming turned his head and said coldly. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?