"The Land of the Fallen Spirits, could it really be her!" Han Ming was silent, squinting his eyes and thinking for a while.

After a long time, Han Ming suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the antelope on the side, his confidence suddenly increased, and he said coldly: "Let's go, then go over here and see if it is back, if it really comes back, the new and old grudges will be counted together!"

I couldn't figure out what Han Ming was talking about, and Han Ming didn't want to say it, so the antelope could only take Han Ming and fly away in the northwest direction with a depressed speed, which was beyond the reach of the Yuan Infant Monks.

Half a month later, at the junction of Beiyuan and Xiling, Han Ming looked at the wind and snow in the distance, gave an order, and plunged straight into it, rushing towards the land of the fallen spirits hundreds of miles away, it was here that he met the blood jade spider for the first time.

Quickly approaching the land of the fallen spirits, Han Ming suddenly remembered something, turned back to the antelope and solemnly instructed: "You may encounter an opponent soon, its body can teleport, the speed is not worse than the monk's Yuan Infant at all, the means are peculiar, and it can also manipulate the space crack, back then, there was only the strength of a fifth-order demon beast, but it can compete with the Yuan Infant Stage, you be careful, once you make a move, go all out, take it down as soon as possible, don't underestimate the enemy and let it run." ”

Han Ming was so serious, the antelope had never seen it a few times, and he immediately knew that there was no room for failure this time, so he responded decisively: "Okay!"

Han Ming nodded in satisfaction and continued to fly forward, and it didn't take long for him to arrive at the Land of the Fallen Spirits.

Judging from the appearance, the Fallen Spirit Land at this time was very different from the last time Han Ming came, the buildings built by the Nether Ghost Sect outside were all damaged, and there was no trace of any monks, it seemed that they had been abandoned.

This is also reasonable, the meteorite in the land of the fallen spirits has been taken away, and without the special effect of the Northern Yuan Heavenly Light and cultivating the spirituality of the magic weapon, this secret place has no value, and the Nether Ghost Sect and the sect it unites will naturally not continue to send people to be stationed here.

The space in the Land of Fallen Spirits is unstable, there are spatial cracks everywhere, and the danger is no worse than the depths of the Fallen Immortal Plain, it is a dangerous and abnormal place, and even the Yuan Infant Stage Cultivators cannot enter it, and it is completely a life stop.

Standing outside the Land of Fallen Spirits, the antelope sensed the surroundings, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he said to Han Ming respectfully: "Young master, the aura of the pink skeleton has disappeared here, it should be in." But it's also strange, the space in front is very unstable, there should be a lot of space cracks, ordinary people can't get in at all, how did she get in! Could it be that she has the same talent for space as you young master? And she has traveled so far to come here, and she doesn't exist like a puppet that has been eroded by evil energy. ”

"It's useless to talk too much, just go in and have a look!" Han Ming let out a long breath and walked towards the front.

These spatial cracks can stop ordinary monks, but they can't stop him, since he got the inheritance mark of the female Rahu, he can urge the spirit of devouring thunder, and it is too easy to explore the location of the spatial cracks, and entering this land of fallen spirits is like walking on the ground!

Although the antelope is strong, it can't detect the location of the spatial crack, and once it hits the spatial crack, although it is not fatal, it is not easy, so in this, it can only follow Han Ming's footsteps.

After entering the front for five or six miles, Han Ming sensed that the number of spatial cracks around him was much less, and there was an open area hundreds of zhang wide in front of him, and there was not a single spatial crack existing.

Walking out of the spatial rift area, Han Ming raised his head and looked ahead, and immediately saw something similar to the shape of an altar not far away, covered in layers of blood stains, exuding a strong smell of decay.

Under the layers of blood stains were raised veins, hooked together to form an incomparably mysterious formation, Han Ming just glanced at it, and felt a tingling pain in his brain, and felt that his spiritual power seemed to be stabbed by a sharp awl.

It was a strong evil aura, so thick that it was terrifying, even a person with a strong evil aura like Han Ming was far from being able to catch up, and when he got a little closer, he felt a little panicked.

"The origin of this formation should be very big!" The antelope looked at the formation over there, and his pupils shrank slightly.

"Do you see that?" asked Han Ming.

"I didn't see it, it's just that these formations are too mysterious, the little slave seems to have seen similar ones on the altar of a certain Holy Ancestor by chance tens of thousands of years ago, this shouldn't be something I can see at my level!" said solemnly, his face a little more serious.

This kind of formation actually appeared, then this so-called Fallen Spirit Land is not as simple as it imagined!

Raising his eyes and continuing to look towards the altar, Han Ming saw a pillar in the shape of a cross, on which hung a dead corpse, his feet off the ground, his eyebrows, and both arms were firmly nailed by a blood-colored nail.

There was not a trace of flesh and blood on the corpse's body, all it was a layer of dry old skin, firmly attached to the bones, and when viewed from the front, two hollow eye sockets and a screaming mouth could be seen.

The dead corpse is petite, it should be a female corpse, it should be wearing an emerald green dress before her death, but it was eroded by unknown blood, and it has long since faded, and now you can only see a faint green, fused with the dead skin of the withered old skin.

With a slight wave of his hand, a pair of remnants of armor that was only half left on the dead corpse flew out and landed in Han Ming's hands, instantly making his face gloomy as water.

He knew that this remnant armor was taken from the hands of two subordinates of the Zhuang Yun family's forces, it was a set of women's inner armor, and he had asked Ran Qixi to sell it in the Qi Sect, but it was not sold.

Later, under Ran Qixi's several hints, intentionally or unintentionally, he threw this useless inner armor to Ran Qixi, and he was happy to wear it all the time.

Now that he saw this remnant armor, and looked at the remaining clothes and ornaments on the dead corpse, it was exactly the same as when Ran Qixi was captured by the blood jade spider, and Han Ming couldn't guess who the dead corpse on this altar was.

The original living beauty has now become like this!

"This person must have been subjected to some special torture before she died, and the top of her head and wrist were special spiritual weapons, just to let her suffer and let her die full of resentment, which is somewhat similar to a special blood sacrifice method of our Holy Clan. The gazelle looked at the dead corpses hanging on the stone pillar with some sympathy.

Looking at Han Ming in a blink of an eye, the antelope's face changed, and it found that Han Ming's face was a little too ugly, and his eyes were all cold, even if he looked at it, he was a little trembling.

Looking at the dead corpse on the altar again, the antelope had a bad thought, this dead corpse would not be the person the young master of his family cared about, the young master of his family was basically moody and colorless, but he was provoked like this, it was definitely moved by killing intent.

Eighty percent of the people who tortured the dead bodies behind him were about to end.

"Put her down!" Han Ming said with his eyes closed.

Han Ming's appearance, the antelope didn't dare to speak much, nodded again and again, and was about to go up and put down the dead corpse that was nailed to the pillar.

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