The black-haired iron stiff, like Han Ming, stood not far away, quietly watching the fighting method of the two people and one ghost, and had no idea of stepping forward to help at all, and seemed to have great confidence in the ghost cultivator of the imperial robe.

And Han Ming also put most of his attention on the fighting method of these two people and one ghost, because this is related to his life, if the two sect foundation building period monks win, everything is easy to say, but if the royal robe ghost cultivator wins, then he will be unpredictable!

While Han Ming was watching, Han Ming was also secretly plotting, imagining what he would do if the worst happened, when the soul of a vague ghost was only used as a threat, I am afraid it would not be enough, after all, the strength of this royal robe ghost is unpredictable, God knows if it has any strange means to forcibly rescue this vague ghost.

But after thinking about it carefully, Han Ming found that there were no extra means to deal with the worst-case scenario, and there were only a few things on his body that could threaten the foundation building period, and they were all about to be exhausted.

Just as Han Ming was thinking about how to get out after waiting for a while, the golden-robed Taoist priest suddenly let out a violent roar, and his hands slammed towards the front, and the fifty or sixty remaining jade-colored rulers exerted their strength together, hitting the ghost head of the emperor's robe ghost shadow like rain.

At this time, the white-robed young man of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate also frowned, and pointed at the black long sword, and the black long sword suddenly turned into a black match, followed by the jade-colored ruler, and slashed down fiercely.

Under the fierce attack of the jade ruler and the black long sword, there were more and more cracks on the ghost head broadsword of the ghost shadow of the imperial robe, and they became longer and longer, and finally after the fierce slash of the black long sword, the ghost head broadsword was overwhelmed, shattered at once, and disappeared into wisps of dark golden gas.

Although the ghost head broadsword was broken, there were still forty or fifty jade rulers left, and the black long sword was not damaged at all, and the sword qi all over the body was still impressive, and after these two smashed the ghost head broadsword, they were not allowed to let people go, and continued to attack towards the ghost of the imperial robe.

When the ghost in the imperial robe saw the two attacking, instead of a little panicked, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and then with a wave of his hand, he threw away the only remaining hilt in his hand.

"Get up!" The royal robe ghost stepped lightly on the altar under him, which immediately made the altar roar, and at the same time aroused a blood-colored match, protecting the whole body of the royal robe ghost.

After being protected by the blood-colored horse, the ghost figure in the imperial robe put his hands behind his back, indifferently looking at the jade ruler that had arrived in front of him, as well as the black long sword.

The jade-colored small ruler was the fastest, and it bombarded the blood-colored light curtain mercilessly, and suddenly a burst of spiritual light burst out, covering up the area, so that people couldn't see the specific situation at all, and could only hear bursts of bombardment.

After a while, the aura gradually dissipated, revealing everything inside, which suddenly made the golden-robed Taoist priest and the white-robed young man widen their eyes and reveal a look of disbelief.

At this time, dozens of tentacles appeared on the blood-colored light curtain that protected the ghost of the imperial robe, and these tentacles seemed to be condensed from blood, which was very thick and emitted a disgusting smell of blood.

And the ends of these tentacles, without exception, are tied to a small jade-colored ruler, no matter how those jade-colored small rulers struggle, how to stimulate the sharp edge, they can't get rid of these tentacles.

The black long sword of the white-robed young man of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate was trapped in a large mass of blood, only one hilt was exposed, and the other parts were all soaked in the blood, this black sword seemed to have been cut off from the white-robed youth, no matter how much he urged the magic technique, he could not recall the black long sword.

"Although my cultivation is not enough now, I can only barely stimulate some power of the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Altar, but it is still enough to deal with you!" The ghost figure in the imperial robe stretched out his five claws, aiming at the jade-colored rulers that were tightly wrapped by the tentacles, and pinched them gently.

As the gesture of the ghost shadow of the imperial robe tightened, those tentacles suddenly contracted sharply, but in just a breath or two, those jade-colored ruler treasure talismans were squeezed and exploded, turning into a little emerald green aura and disappearing.

Then the ghost shadow of the imperial robe waved with one hand, and those blood-colored tentacles and blood-colored light curtains retracted back into the altar at its feet, and only the black long sword of the monk of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was left in the air.

"Good sword, this king also happens to lack a weapon in hand, this sword is made of extraordinary materials, the attributes are undetermined, a little refining and cultivation, it will be able to cultivate into an extraordinary Yin attribute magic weapon, this king will accept it. The ghost of the imperial robe made a move in the air, that is, he sucked the sword into his hand, and when he looked at it in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes were full of joy, obviously sensing the goodness of this sword.

His hole cards, the jade ruler treasure talisman were used, but they were blocked by the ghost of the imperial robe quite easily, which suddenly made the golden-robed Taoist priest frightened, he only realized the horror of the ghost of the royal robe at this moment, and he and the white-robed youth were definitely not opponents when they joined forces.

"Fellow Daoist, what about the means you said. The golden-robed Taoist priest's lips moved slightly, and he secretly transmitted his voice to the white-robed young man, and his tone was quite flustered.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The white-robed young man came back, and at the same time pinched the trick, first re-establishing the connection with the black long sword, but found that he could no longer contact the sword!

"The Ten Thousand Souls Blood Altar, it turned out to be the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Altar, and it has reached such a point, how many people have been sacrificed in blood!" Han Ming repeated, his face full of disbelief, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

At first, this altar didn't show its power, Han Ming just felt that this altar was a little weird, but when those blood-colored tentacles appeared, and bursts of strong bloody smell came over, Han Ming just remembered the name of this altar.

When he was still in the Kingdom of Wu, he once got a black and red metal sheet from the hand of a blood-robed man, with dense fly-headed small characters on it, recording the refining method of some blood sacrifice evil intent vessels, and there was a refining method about this Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Altar.

When he got the black and red metal piece, he also got a small gourd with evil intent, if he can use it well, the power is not much worse than the top spiritual weapon, this gourd is the blood gourd.

The method of refining the Blood Demon Flame was also recorded in the black metal sheet, but it belonged to the lowest level, and it was not at the same level as this Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Altar.

His lowest-level blood demon has only reached the point of Xiaocheng, and he can reach the point of reaching the top-level spirit weapon after smelting hundreds of people, and this Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Altar at the foot of the royal robe ghost shadow belongs to one of the highest-grade blood sacrifice vessels, and many signs also show that this altar has been completely refined, and the number of blood sacrifices can be imagined, at least above one million, and it is not known whether it reaches ten million, and it is conceivable how powerful it is.

Han Ming had no doubt that if someone could really urge this Ten Thousand Souls Blood Altar with all his might, he was afraid that even the old monsters of the Yuan Infant Stage would not be able to fight against it.

Knowing the rebellion of this altar, Han Ming didn't have any greed at all, and his feet moved slightly, just ready to ignore the black hair and iron stiffness, and if he didn't leave at this time, when the two sect foundation building period monks were killed, it would be his turn to die.

Then, just as Han Ming was about to urge the crystal jade cloak and forcibly escape, the ghost figure in the imperial robe smiled, made a slight move into the air, and sneered at the same time: "You two should go on the road." ”

"Not good. Han Ming's Uncle Li exclaimed, and as soon as the magic trick in his hand was collected, an extremely thin golden wire popped out, and he was about to flee out.

And the dozen or so emerald green rulers on the side of the golden-robed Taoist priest also rotated, turning into a cyan light curtain, temporarily protecting the golden-robed Taoist priest.

But before the golden-robed Taoist priest turned into golden light and fled out, a dark golden ghost-headed dagger broke through the blockade of the emerald green ruler, and instantly appeared on his neck, disappearing in a flash.

Han Ming, a great head of Uncle Li, flew out sideways, with a look of disbelief on his face.

At the same time, another small ghost-headed dagger appeared next to the white-robed young man of the Ascending Star Sect, flashing by!