Half a day later, on a mountain range, Han Ming grabbed Zhu Lingqin's collar and led him towards the outside of the mountain range, flying over several peaks in a moment.

Zhu Lingqin's eyes were red, and his expression was a little depressed, Han Ming didn't bother him, after all, his biological father passed away not long ago, and his soul dissipated and returned to heaven and earth, if there is reincarnation, it should be reincarnation.

Standing in front of the ruins of Zhu Chiyuan, which had a vague impression, Han Ming felt even more melancholy in his heart, there were too many things left here before he cultivated immortals, at that time he had not become what he is now, and he could still play with his senior brother all day long.

Now he can't remember how long it had been since he'd actually laughed.

Raising his feet and facing forward, Han Ming walked straight towards the direction of the small bamboo building where he lived back then, although the small bamboo building had long since disappeared, and there was no conspicuous familiar thing in this small piece except for the mountain wall where Hua Lao was back then.

This stone wall is not the same stone wall of the year, the two stone doors on it were smashed, and a large pile of 100,000 catties of boulders was replaced by it, which was firmly blocked, and ordinary people could not enter at all.

In addition to Zhu Chiyuan's senior brother, Han Ming also cared slightly about two people, one was the little maid he was back then, whose name was Nan'er, who served him closely, and the other was his first master, Hua Lao, who taught him poison art and Na Yuan Gong.

Zhu Weiming is the youngest son of the elder brother, when he was born, Hua Lao had already disappeared from the Zhu family, where he went, few people know, Zhu Weiming is not very clear, only vaguely knows that there is such a world-leading poisoner behind the Zhu family.

"At the beginning, my father inadvertently mentioned that the ancestor had no inheritor of poison arts, and there were originally two favorite disciples, both of whom could inherit poison arts, but one died early and the other disappeared. However, my father said that the ancestor's poison art inheritance was left in a specific place, for the person who might never return. This was the last thing Zhu Yuming told Han Ming before he dissipated.

For Huashi, Han Ming is still quite grateful, he saved his life back then, and also taught poison techniques, which is very kind, if he can, Han Ming wants to repay him, but it turned out to be like this.

Walking to the stone wall, Han Ming picked up Zhu Lingqin, pasted a soil escape talisman for himself, and directly crashed into the stone wall, passing through layers of artificially piled stones, and arrived at the passage behind.

More than 100 years have passed, this passage has not changed much, it is still the same as before, there is a small lamp on the wall every few steps, with candles and fish candles inserted on it, which emit a dim light after being lit.

Han Ming walked all the way to the end of the passage, standing in front of the stone door, seeing the familiar thousand-machine lion head lock on it, he sighed lightly, stepped into it, twisted it hard, and opened the mechanism that had been sealed in the dust for more than a hundred years.

This used to be the place where Han Ming took a medicinal bath, where he was forced by Hua Lao to eat many kinds of poisons, and successfully cultivated the antidote to Cecilia Cilia's blood poison and helped the senior brother detoxify.

Everything is the same here, but the last time Han Ming came before leaving, there was not much difference, except for the sarcophagus the size of three zhang placed in the middle.

After scanning the circle with the Blue Blind Heavenly Decision, Han Ming knew that this was Hua Lao's coffin, because it contained Hua Lao's body, and after more than a hundred years, his face was still the same, which was not surprising, Hua Lao had studied medicine and poison all his life, and it was not difficult to preserve his body from decay for more than 100 years!

After glancing around, Han Ming was a little interested, this sarcophagus is not an ordinary coffin, but a lock, this kind of lock Han Ming still has some impressions, it should be a combination lock of a thousand machine lion head lock and a Baiqiao chain lock, which is considered to be original by Hua Lao.

If someone who doesn't understand these two kinds of locks opens the coffin rashly, the final result will only be the destruction of the coffin, because Han Ming clearly saw that there were several extremely powerful poisons in this sarcophagus, and the city-destroying poison was in it.

This sarcophagus should have been left to him by Hua Lao, after all, the method of unlocking the combination lock of the Thousand Machine Lion Head Lock and the Baiqiao Chain Lock, if he is not an immortal cultivator, only he will open it.

Although he knew how to unlock it, Han Ming didn't want to break open the sarcophagus, he waved his robe slightly, pasted a soil escape talisman for himself, melted through the sarcophagus, and raised his hand to poke towards the small stone box that Hua Lao was holding.

Releasing a yellow halo to cover the stone box, Han Ming easily took out the stone box.

Opening the stone box with great interest, Han Ming immediately saw a book that was almost weathered, with various poisonous scriptures and medical scriptures written on them.

Han Ming opened a book of poison scripture and read it carefully, and found that this should be written by Hua Lao himself, and there were all kinds of annotations on the side, which was the essence of his poison art, if it was placed in the mortal world, it was definitely a peerless secret book that could cause bloody turmoil.

Although these poison scriptures were quite peculiar, Han Ming was now a monk in the Dan stage, so he naturally didn't look down on these things, but when Han Ming saw the white parchment paper at the bottom of the stone box, his face suddenly changed.

Taking out the piece of leather paper, Han Ming spread it out in front of his eyes, his face was even more shocked, completely unbelievable, he turned over his hand and took out another piece of human skin paper that was similar to this one, and compared it, Han Ming's heart set off a turmoil.

"Huayuan Poison Sutra!" Han Ming read out the three small characters led by the human skin paper.

According to the method of interpretation on his body, Han Ming quickly translated a method from this mundane poison scripture that matched the transformation of the wheel of the duel, just like the sword transformation technique and the body transformation technique.

The Nine Dharma River, the third of the Nine Dharmas, actually appeared here.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Han Ming suppressed the excitement in his heart, solemnly put away the Huayuan Poison Sutra, took two steps back, and bowed respectfully to the sarcophagus, Hua Lao is dead, and he can only show his heart in this way!

Han Ming is now in the blood spider venom in his body, and it will explode soon, although he still has the means not to die, but he can't get rid of the poison, he can only delay the time to dry up, but now that this Yuan Poison Sutra has appeared, as soon as Fang studies it, he has the inspiration to remove the blood spider venom!

The appearance of this Transformation Yuan Poison Sutra is simply a charcoal in the snow, and it solves Han Ming's urgent need!

Zhu Lingqin saw Han Ming bending down to salute the sarcophagus, and did not hesitate, and bowed respectfully to the sarcophagus three times.

Digging a big pit in the ground, Han Ming put down the sarcophagus in his arms, waved his hand to roll up a large piece of earth and stone, buried it, looked at it for a long time, and then sighed slightly, and flew into the sky.

Hundreds of sword lights flashed, the entire space collapsed, and the boulders fell one after another, and it didn't take long to fill this space, and no one could find it here, and the last part of Zhu Chiyuan completely disappeared.

"It's time for us to leave, although there are still some things to deal with, such as Huangzhou, Jingzhou, but I don't have much time, if you have the opportunity, come back later!" Han Mingchao glanced at the ruins of Zhu Chiyuan in the distance, and said abruptly.

"Yes, master. Zhu Lingqin responded.

Han Ming waved his sleeve robe and prepared to fly away with the light, but before he could fly, his face showed a trace of doubt, and he looked at a black shadow that flashed away dozens of miles away, "How do you feel a little like that little guy!"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Ming rose into the air and flew away in the direction where he had seen the black shadow before, and soon arrived in a small hidden and secluded valley, and saw the black fox, lying on a low mound, and there was a collapsed pavilion not far from the mound.

"It turned out to be a demon beast, and it has also cultivated to the point of the First Order Great Perfection, no wonder it has lived for so long!" Han Ming walked to the small mound in a flash, and looked at the little black fox up close.

This little fox Han Ming did know, it was given to him by Senior Brother Qi at the beginning, but he felt that it was too time-consuming after raising it for a while, and he threw it to Nan'er, the little maid who was close to him, and was treated as a baby by her, holding it in his arms every day and sleeping together.

The little fox was startled by Han Ming's appearance, and immediately stood up straight, the black soft fur on his body all stood up, bared his teeth, and threatened Han Ming viciously, but then he felt a little wrong, sniffing his little nose and constantly smelling Han Ming's scent, and there was a trace of doubt in the big black eyes.

The little fox sniffed for a while, seemed to confirm Han Ming's identity, and jumped to Han Ming's feet, bouncing back and forth on the soles of Han Ming's feet, seemingly overjoyed.

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