The Legend of the Throat (11)
Han Ming's divine sense has always been a shortcoming, and his realm is not as good as that of the Mocheng City Lord, the Three Absolute Venerables, the gap between the divine sense and them is not a little bit, and now even if these two monsters have fallen, Han Ming still can't break their storage bags.
Although he knew that there must be good things in the storage bag, he couldn't touch it and couldn't take it out, which also gave Han Ming a headache.
After trying more than ten times, but there was no way, Han Ming helplessly flipped his hand, put away the two storage bags for the time being, and thought about waiting for him to return to the demon world in the future, and then find a way to break it.
However, in addition to these two storage bags, Han Ming's loot was another one, which was an off-white vertical pupil, which should have been left behind by the Mocheng City Lord after his death, just by looking at it, there was an indescribable evil aura seeping out.
It would be good to be able to survive from that level of heavenly tribulation, Han Ming didn't have any effect for the time being, but he also solemnly put it into the scales around his neck.
Under the dim sky, Han Ming went straight forward, although more than a thousand years have passed, and he has long been a person and a person, but he still remembers the road and knows which side leads to the holy mountain and which side is the exit of the cliff cave.
After running forward for dozens of miles, Han Ming stopped suddenly, although his physical cultivation was far less complicated than the method of law cultivation, his spiritual sense was not too bad, with his physical spiritual sense at the peak of his current godification, he felt as if something was peeping at him.
Han Ming pondered for a moment, pinched the magic formula, and used the little mana left in his body to urge the Blue Blind Heavenly Decision, who had only cultivated to the second layer, and glanced into the distance, and soon found the peeping guy.
It turned out to be a little monkey with a three-headed head, carrying a small hoe carved from spiritual wood, looking at this side with bared teeth, and holding a small fist from time to time, waving at Han Ming in the air.
Han Ming immediately recognized this guy, it was not an animal, but a flower, a strange flower called the Three Demon Monkey Flowers.
According to what the antelope said back then, the three demon monkey flowers are also rare spiritual plants in the demon world, and they have an unimaginable effect on the demon general's advancement to the demon venerable.
And this three-headed demon monkey flower, but it is not an ordinary three-headed demon monkey flower, not to mention that its medicinal age is at least tens of thousands of years, that is, it is born with spiritual wisdom and turned into a little monkey, which is already rare in the world.
Ordinary spiritual ginseng psychic can make the Venerable-level monsters very excited, not to mention this kind of spiritual thing, if this spiritual flower is brought to the demon world, even those holy ancestors, they may be tempted, after all, no one knows whether this flower will have an effect on the bottleneck of a higher level after being psychic.
This flower is indeed rare in the world, Han Ming has known it for a long time, and he was also caught with the antelope more than a thousand years ago, but he was deceived by this dead monkey's acting, and it is also a rare recognition on his path to cultivating immortals.
Han Ming glanced at the monkey, pretended not to find it, and continued to walk forward, thinking in his heart that he couldn't let the dead monkey escape this time, he had to think of some way, and he would definitely take it down, so that he would be ashamed.
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Three months later, Han Ming stroked his chest, spit out the stuffiness in his heart, and finally glanced at the three demon monkey flowers with a red buttocks pouting in the distance, making a grimace, and being arrogant.
Han Ming sulked his head, didn't look at the guy, turned into a gray light, and flew away in the direction of the Holy Mountain.
Although he didn't want to admit it, he really didn't catch this guy, this dead monkey is too powerful, his head is still cunning, what kind of traps, formations and the like, he can't catch it.
As he did more than a thousand years ago, he returned again.
"Forget it, maybe it shouldn't have been mine!" Han Ming let out a long sigh of depression and went up the holy mountain without looking back.
After a thousand years, seeing such a black giant mountain again, Han Ming still had to sigh, the majestic feeling of this mountain was something he had never seen in a demon realm like Mozhou.
It's not the size of the mountain, but the special majestic momentum, the unparalleled coercion, every mountain stone, with a special charm, as if with a special rhyme, I didn't feel it before, it may be the realm, the vision is not enough, at this time I have been to the demon world, and I immediately perceived it.
Han Ming took a light breath, raised his feet forward, and went straight up the mountain, as a matter of luck, maybe there were some treasures left, and none of the things on it were ordinary.
The familiar altar, the familiar dried corpse, and the most evil black corpse qi are the same as when they left more than a thousand years ago, as if no one has ever set foot here for so many years.
Han Ming pondered for a moment, took out the broken black armor he had taken from the witch from the storage bag and slashed it on his body, and then walked forward tentatively, but when he stepped into the scope of the altar, the golden color in front of him changed suddenly.
The corpses, the black gas, and the altar disappeared completely, and was replaced by a bamboo forest, with thick bamboo leaves on the ground, and half-green and half-yellow leaves falling one after another in mid-air.
In the middle of the bamboo forest, there is a little black boy sitting, but he looks like he is in his teens, but in his eyes is like an unfathomable black abyss.
Han Ming's eyes widened, this turned out to be the Heavenly Bone, the bone that passed on his three corpses and the alchemy technique!
Behind the little black boy, there are two people standing on the left and on the right, on the left is the peerless beauty of Allure, dignified manners, quite a kind of noble atmosphere of the world, and on the right is a young man wearing a dog's skin and a mink, holding a small wooden stick in his mouth, like the second grandfather of a rich family.
Seeing that beauty, Han Ming's heart twitched slightly, he naturally wouldn't forget that this was to help him replenish Rahu's lost bloodline, and capture the female Rahu who was sent to him as a servant by the antelope.
made up for Rahu's blood back then, but now it is a big loss, which is even more serious than back then, but it has failed the female Rahu.
In front of the slightly black boy, there were three figures, but they were known to Han Ming, the first was a handsome young man wearing a nine-colored robe, the second was a person wearing a Taoist robe with a radiant body, and the last one was a big-headed baby, full of yin qi.
The three immortals stood with their hands tied, waiting for the slightly dark boy to speak.
"You three, you have followed me all the way, but you are a little sincere, but what do you want?" asked the little boy in an emotionless tone.
The young man in the nine-colored robe arched his hand slightly: "My three brothers, just because they revere the adult's mystic law and gods, they want to serve the adult!"
"Yes, yes, we just want to serve the adults, give the adults a hand, and if the adults have any errands, just explain to us. The big-headed ghost baby nodded in response.
"The junior has been looking for the traces of the adult all the way from Nan Zhi, because he wants the adult to give him some advice!" The Taoist in the middle seemed to be a little honest and said truthfully.
"Really?" the little boy raised his eyebrows slightly, "Didn't you think that I was crippled and wanted to chase down and loot the treasures?"
"Don't dare, don't dare, the adults have misunderstood!" the young man in the nine-colored robe shook his head firmly in denial.
"The younger generation admires the seniors very much, how dare they think of such a thing!" The big-headed ghost baby also denied it.
However, the Taoist priest in the middle was silent, and Mu Ne was very honest.
"I don't have any treasures on me, and I never needed them, so I can't give them to you, but since you have met me, it can be regarded as some fate, so I will give you a chance. The slightly black boy flipped his hand slightly, and golden runes flowed out of his hand.
"In my life, I created three thousand Fa, but I have almost forgotten it, and there are only more than ten kinds of impressions in my mind, which can give you a chance, the three of you fight, which one wins, you can choose one of them. ”
Han Ming stared at the past and carefully studied the golden runes on it, and was immediately shocked.
"Three corpses, five elements of gold melting, fusion of the Dao, deity of the Dao, creation, grinding of the world, yin and yang, nine ways to one, time and space river, reincarnation ,......" and so on more than ten secret techniques.
Just looking at these names may not be nothing, but when you look at the introduction of the exercises, it is simply nonsense, the Three Corpses Duel, the Five Elements Alchemy Technique Han Ming is clearer, and the Dao Fusion Technique is terrifying, it is actually a technique of Body Fusion Dao.
Fusion Dao Technique, to put it simply, is to take away a part of the Heavenly Dao, I am the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao is not me, coexisting with the Heavens, immortal, eternal calamity.
The creation technique is some kind of art of evolving the great world and becoming the creator of the new world. Moshigong is diametrically opposed to the creation technique, which is the art of destroying the world, in which the Moshi Pan is the instrument of the origin.
There is also the Space-Time River, which is a technique that allows people to look down on the River of Space-Time.
Each of these techniques has unimaginable power, and his three corpses against the sky, the Five Elements Melting Technique, all seem inconspicuous in it.
Of course, the cultivation of these techniques is naturally extremely difficult, such as Han Ming's Three Corpses Duel, which is to be divided into three gods, and the most important thing for gods is to wear out the soul, just ask, without the assistance of the Heavenly Bone, who can survive the level of destroying the soul?
The biggest threshold of the Three Corpses Duel, the Heavenly Bone had already helped Han Ming pass it.
Another example is the Five Elements Melting Technique, which requires the Five Elements Melting Gold Body, and without this kind of Dharma Body, you can't even cultivate at all.
Most of the other anti-heaven techniques also have thresholds that cannot be crossed, such as the Dao Fusion Technique, the most basic condition is to use the fragments of the Great Dao to merge into the hundreds of corpses around the body, the process is full of dangers, one out of a thousand is successful, and it is even more difficult to take away the Dao Fusion after that.
The three immortals were also very surprised and excited when they saw these techniques at the beginning, but after reading them all the way, they smiled bitterly, these techniques are against the sky, but there is no one they can cultivate, or they can cultivate, but they dare not cultivate.
"Look at you like this, but you don't dare to choose. Okay, the three of you use this human world as a game, fight, win that, and I can help him create a tailor-made technique. Some time ago, I caught a strange little beast, which seemed to be an acquired product formed by the fusion of the blood of many heavenly beasts. I also have a feeling, and use it as a starting point to deduce the outline of a new technique, and the one who wins can take this technique away. ”
The three immortals were overjoyed when they heard this.
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