Han Ming felt that spatial fluctuation, and suddenly panicked, and without thinking about it, he activated the crystal jade cloak and accelerated suddenly, wanting to escape.

At the moment of emergency, Han Ming's whole body was mobilized, making his speed increase sharply, and he escaped a distance of five or six zhang at once, but before Han Ming could relax in any way, that strange fluctuation followed like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it became violent.

Han Ming only felt that there was a blur in front of him, and the sky was spinning again, and his whole person disappeared from the spot.

On the inner city square, the light of a formation flashed slightly, and Han Ming stumbled out, and before he could cast a spell to escape, he was firmly trapped by a blood-colored tentacle that had been guarding here for a long time.

As soon as the tentacles suddenly contracted, Han Ming's whole person was dragged in the direction of the altar.

As soon as Han Ming suddenly used his mana, he wanted to forcibly break free from the blood-colored tentacles, but this tentacle seemed ordinary, but it was actually extremely weird, no matter whether Han Ming used the exercises of the immortal cultivators, or used some explosive means in the martial arts, he couldn't help this blood-colored tentacles.

Looking at the half-mutilated ghost on the altar and the black-haired iron stiffness, Han Ming suddenly couldn't keep his composure, and his face showed an extremely flustered look.

There was no accident, Han Ming's whole person was pulled to the altar by the blood-colored tentacles, and the whole person was hung in front of the ghost figure in the imperial robe, like a lamb staying there.

"Emperor, don't blame your father for being ruthless, it's just that the origin of your father's ghost body has been scattered, if you don't use your cognate ghost body as a fill, I'm afraid it will dissipate in just half an hour!" The ghost in the imperial robe whispered silently, and with a silent move towards Han Ming's right hand, it easily sucked the vague ghost in Han Ming's hand.

"Father, spare your life, don't. When the vague ghost heard the words of the ghost cultivator in the imperial robe, he suddenly seemed to realize something, and immediately sent out bursts of soul fluctuations, constantly begging for mercy.

"The emperor can't bear to let his father and my ghost body dissipate, after all, for this special ghost body, the price paid by my father is too great, and even he has betrayed himself, and I think the emperor will not watch his father's painstaking management for ten thousand years disappear!"

"Father, don't, Father......" Before the vague ghost could finish begging for mercy, the ghost in the imperial robe held its palm and shook, and its soul was immediately dispersed, turning into a cloud of faint smoke!

The ghost of the royal robe shook away the blurred ghost, there was no longer any unbearable look on his face, and all that was left in his eyes was coldness, he stretched out the only remaining ghost body, and pulled the wisp of smoke after the blurred ghost ghost soul was dispersed into all parts of his body.

As the Imperial Robe Ghost Cultivator fused the soul fragments of the vague ghost shadow into its body, its ghost body, which had been constantly dissipating and dissolving, actually began to stabilize, and the power that eroded its ghost body seemed to be blocked.

After the ghost body was temporarily stabilized, the ghost shadow of the imperial robe no longer cared about the surrounding affairs, it sat up slightly, and arbitrarily dragged the surrounding yin qi to repair the damaged ghost body.

The vague ghost was killed, and the black-haired iron stiff kept watching from the side, but it didn't dare to come out, as if it was afraid that it would say something wrong and be angered by the ghost of the royal robe.

His imperial brother was killed on the spot, or his father did it himself, the black-haired iron stiff courage was immediately frightened, when the ghost shadow of the imperial robe gathered yin qi to repair the ghost body, it did not dare to come out, and it had been standing aside honestly, and did not dare to deal with the white-robed young man and Han Ming who were tightly trapped by the blood-colored tentacles.

Although the black-haired iron stiff didn't dare to make a move, the white-robed young man and Han Ming were not at all happy, and they didn't know what the blood-colored tentacles were, not only was it tough and abnormal, but the twisting force was even more terrifying, not worse than the giant python in the ordinary foundation building period.

Feeling the terrifying pressure coming from the blood-colored tentacles, Han Ming suddenly rejoiced, if he wasn't wearing Jiao Scale Armor, he was afraid that he would have been pressed into a piece of meat cake at this time, but Han Ming also knew that Jiao Scale Armor could not absolutely protect his safety, as long as it was a moment and a half, this Jiao Scale Armor would definitely be overwhelmed and be strangled by force.

Looking at the ghost cultivator in the imperial robe who was meditating and repairing the ghost body not far away, and then looked at the black-haired iron stiffness with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and a little timid, Han Ming turned his heart sideways, and a trace of mana was injected into a certain item in his hand, it was time to use this artifact, if he didn't use it at this moment, he was afraid that he would not have a chance to use it again until he died, and if he used it now, maybe there would be a glimmer of life.

"What are you doing? ”

Just as Han Ming poured mana into the artifact in his sleeve, the ghost figure of the imperial robe suddenly opened his eyes, staring at Han Ming angrily, and at the same time, with a movement of his mind, the blood-colored tentacle that was wrapped around Han Ming suddenly tightened, causing the twisting force to increase dramatically.

This drastic increase in twisting force was so terrifying that even the Jiao Scale Armor made a crisp sound, as if it might completely shatter at any time.

"Your life, of course. ”

Han Ming burst into a shout, and he made a desperate bet, no matter the sharply increased twisting force, he just urged the artifact in his hand to complete the final means of excitation.

"You're looking for death. The Imperial Robe Ghost Shadow didn't expect that a small Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator would dare to do anything under its nose, and after hearing Han Ming's words, he was even more furious, and as soon as his heart moved, he forcibly increased the twisting force of the blood-colored tentacles, intending to kill this small Qi Cultivation Stage disciple on the spot in an instant.

But contrary to the expectation of the ghost shadow of the imperial robe, the blood-colored tentacle was slightly blocked, and it did not immediately strangle this small Qi cultivation stage monk, just as it wanted to cast a spell to increase the power of the blood-colored tentacle again, an almost invisible white sharp cone flashed in front of it at an incredible speed.

The ghost shadow spell of the imperial robe was suddenly interrupted, it was stunned, and just as it wanted to speak, it didn't say a word, but it suddenly exploded and dispersed, turning into a stream of black gas and scattering in all directions.

After the ghost shadow of the imperial robe exploded, the blood-colored tentacles that bound Han Ming, as well as the many tentacles that bound the white-robed youth of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, also exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist, enveloping most of the square, making it seem to have become a blood-colored world.

The blood-colored tentacles disappeared, and Han Ming fell to the ground, but before he fell to the ground, he turned his head sharply to stare at the black-haired iron stiff, pushed his sleeve forward, and sneered at the same time: "I left one for you, you can also die." ”

The black-haired iron stiff still hadn't woken up from the situation where the ghost shadow and ghost body of the imperial robe exploded, but when he heard Han Ming's eerie sneer, it suddenly screamed badly, and retreated behind him without thinking.

Seeing that the black-haired iron stiff was so shocked that he retreated dozens of feet, Han Ming waved his hand violently, and waved his hand at the place where the ghost of the imperial robe dissipated, and sucked a pitch-black token into his hand in the air, this token is not the control token of this peripheral array, and what is it that flew over at the same time as this token, there is also a beautiful black storage bag.

Han Ming put away two things in one go, that is, he urgently urged the crystal jade cloak, and the whole person instantly fled out, and he rushed out for more than ten zhang before he released the Feiyun Boat, flew and stepped on it, and then urged the Feiyun Boat wildly, and fled in the direction of the outside of the city.