I don't know how long it took, in the quiet dantian in Han Ming's body, the motionless baby wood began to sway slowly, protruding from more than ten branches, growing thicker and thicker, and growing longer and longer.

The essence of the entire baby wood seems to have been provided to these three main veins, and the other branches seem to have been cut off, slowly withering, decaying little by little, and finally turning into flying ashes in the accumulation of several years, only three branches become a standing arch guard.

Three flower bones slowly pulled out at the end of the three branches, one pale golden, one black shiny, one pale and dark, under the long-term supply of baby wood, the petals slowly stretched out, one, two, three.........

At least after more than ten years, the three flowers were completely stretched, the pale gold has nine leaves, but it is a lotus flower, the petals are guarded by a lotus platform, on which a pale golden villain sits on the plate, and the black and shiny flower is a plum blossom, but the four petals, there is also a villain sitting in it, but it is black, as for the last one is an unknown flower that seems to be an epiphany, not an entity, even the villain inside is not a physical one, but a kind of flame similar to a human shape.

Inside the three flowers sat three small figures, these little people were full of hands and feet, chubby, but their faces were blurred, like roughly pinched out clay dolls, which had not yet been finely processed.

However, as the infant wood was infused with a large number of essences of various spiritual objects into the three villains, the faces of these three 'dolls' began to slowly become clear, not only that, but they also faintly had their own breath, the pale golden cool and pure, the black evil and violent, and the pale one was plain and unremarkable.

.........

The sky was spinning for a while, and Han Ming, who was dressed in a green robe, stood in front of a courtyard wall, looked left and right, his brows frowned slightly, but this was no longer under the overseas demon abyss, but Zhu Chiyuan in Qingshui Town, Wu Kingdom.

"Whew!" Han Ming glanced around, probably knowing what was going to happen next, took a long breath, and waited quietly.

A sudden dizziness appeared in Han Ming's mind, and Han Ming didn't have time to react at all, so he fainted directly and fell backwards, but instead of falling, he was held up.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" the little hand, which had always been soft and boneless, struggled to support Han Ming's junior, and asked with concern.

Han Ming opened his eyes, his head was in chaos, he rubbed his temples vigorously as if he remembered something, struggled to get up, and smiled at the petite beauty in front of him: "Nan'er, it's okay, it may be that the previous toxicity has not been completely immune." ”

"Well, young master, Hua Lao asked you to come over, saying that Cecilia Baizhi's blood poison has been lifted, and he will reward you well!" Nan'er, who was wearing an emerald green maid's dress, took Han Ming's shirt and was about to serve Han Ming to dress.

"Huashi called me, okay, I know!" Han Ming slowly stood up, put on the clothes Nan'er had taken over, and then raised his feet and walked towards a stone gate not far away, while Nan'er was obediently trotting to follow.

Walking to a stone door, before Han Ming could open his mouth to report, a kind voice had already come from inside, "Come in directly!", this voice is not Hua Zhen.

Pushing open the stone door, Han Ming entered the stone room at the back, and at a glance he saw the old man sitting on the stone bed, with white hair, a gentle smile on his face, and the appearance of a fairy wind and bones.

is such a 'charitable' old man, but he is a evil star who has poisoned millions of lives.

"Disciple to meet Master Hua!" Han Ming bowed respectfully.

"Hmm!" The old man nodded, stood up gently, walked to Han Ming's side, touched his head condescendingly, and then kicked him down violently, hitting him in the chest.

With just one blow, Han Ming's sternum was broken by more than half, he spurted a mouthful of blood, flew out directly, and hit the stone wall, slowly sliding down like a puddle of mud, coughing up blood.

"Young master, young master!" Nan'er knelt on the ground, holding Han Ming, who only breathed out and did not breathe, she was at a loss, and she didn't dare to touch Han Ming's sunken chest at all, for fear of worsening the injury.

"If you want to blame the Poison Emperor Grass is too tempting, your body was born completely for the Poison King Overlord's body, and for the sake of your long-cherished wish to be a teacher, you will sacrifice it once, okay?" Hua Lao walked slowly towards Han Ming, his eyes were full of green, like a wolf eye oozing in the dark night.

"Hua Lao, please don't kill the young master, the young master is very obedient and filial, please don't kill him!" Nan'er knelt on the ground, climbed to the side of Hua Lao, pulled the corner of Hua Lao's clothes, and pleaded sadly.

"Get out of here!" Hua Lao kicked lightly, and Nan'er also spat blood from her mouth, was kicked out, and rolled not far from Han Ming, coughing up blood.

"You little girl is still affectionate and righteous to you, then you don't lose anything, and you have someone to accompany you when you die, but it can't be regarded as my master treating you lightly!" Hua Lao said lightly, and then turned it over lightly and took out a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair.

Hua Lao's slow Chao Han Ming and Nan'er walked over.

"Young Master!" Nan'er spat blood from the corner of her mouth, struggling to crawl towards Han Ming, dragging a long blood mark behind her back, but she was still crawling forward.

Hua Lao took a step forward, stepped on Nan'er's slender arm, and said coldly: "Interesting and interesting, I haven't seen this situation for a long time, old man, it really moved me once!" Then he rolled his eyes, and said with a smile: "Little girl, now give you a chance to live, as long as you kill your short-lived young master, I will spare your life!"

After speaking, Hua Lao threw out a dark blue dagger and stuck it diagonally on the floor.

"Hua Lao, please don't kill the young master, if you want to kill, kill the little maid, the young master is very good, and he will definitely be filial to you in the future!" Nan'er hugged Hua Lao's trouser leg with her other hand and continued to plead bitterly.

"The Chi family has made some progress over the years, and it's just that the blood guard can do this, I didn't expect that a little maid can be cultivated like this, and she is really willing to show up for the master!" Seeing this, Hua Lao raised his eyebrows, shook off Nan'er's arm, looked at Han Ming again, and said with a smile: "You little maid is willing to die for you, are you willing to die for her, if you are willing, use this dagger to cut yourself, and then I will let her go!"

Han Ming wrinkled his brows, looked at Nan'er, whose face was full of tears, and then looked at Hua Lao, who was calm and abnormal, but showed a coldness from the inside out, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and spoke for the first time: "Is the master serious?"

"You and I are masters and apprentices, if it weren't for your physical body being the material for refining the poison king, I wouldn't want to kill you as a teacher!, why did I play with you before you died, this little girl is insignificant, let it go, what can it hinder?" Hua Lao opened his mouth lightly, and then kicked lightly, and the dagger flew and slammed diagonally in front of Han Ming.

Struggling to pull out the dagger, Han Ming glanced at Nan'er, who was crying with pear blossoms and rain, and shouted, 'Young Master don't want it, young master don't want it', so he slashed the dagger in his hand like iron and mud towards his neck and slashed down.

But at this critical moment, a birthmark in the shape of a golden lock under Han Ming's shirt flashed slightly, Han Ming suddenly stopped the dagger in his hand, directly withdrew the dagger, looked at Hua Lao, and then looked at Chun'er, his face was full of palpitations.

"What, you don't want to die, that's fine, I'll send you with me!" Hua Lao was not shocked when he saw this, and with a slight force, Nan'er's arm, which was stepped on the soles of his feet, came with a toothache breaking sound.

"Ahh Chun'er screamed miserably, hugging her arms and curling up into a ball.

Regardless of Hua Lao at all, Han Ming struggled to move in front of Nan'er, reached out to hold Nan'er's small chin, and stared at Nan'er's gentle and beautiful face.

"Young master, Nan'er is not afraid of death, Nan'er will serve you when she dies!" Nan'er endured the pain and cried sadly.

Han Ming wiped away the tears from the corners of Nan'er's eyes, smiled gently, and then with a force, he easily twisted the soft and slender neck, and said softly: "It's worthy of being my inner demon, you are an illusion, and you completely simulate the image of Nan'er in my mind, and I don't distinguish between true and false!"

"So simply and decisively, you are not afraid of killing the wrong one, and killing a little girl who is willing to sacrifice her life for you for nothing!" Hua Lao looked at Han Ming, who slowly stood up, and said quite strangely.

"Since you dare to make a move, you are naturally not afraid of killing mistakes!" Han Ming slowly stood up, and then gently waved his robe, the surrounding scene instantly shattered, and even Hua Lao disappeared with flying ashes, only Nan'er's body on the ground still existed.

The black gas flashed, and a black gas came out of Nan'er's corpse, which condensed slightly not far away, turning into a black shadow, staring at Han Ming's strange smile.

"Hmph, go on, let's see what other tricks you have!" Han Ming said lightly, and then closed his eyes directly.

..........

In the county lord's mansion of Jiang Guo, a snow-white old man with full hair sat on the edge of the bed, looking at an old woman on the bed who was also drooping with affection, and there were tears in his chaotic eyes.

Behind the old man, there was a large group of people, old and young, all looking at the old woman on the bed with concern.

"Although none of the children have great abilities, I have been satisfied with this life. The old woman spoke softly.

"I'm also satisfied!" the old man gently stroked the old woman, and then said slowly: "Let's go!"

The old woman nodded, slowly closed her eyes, and breathed less.

Lying on the old woman, he was silent for a while, the old man slowly straightened his waist, straightened the old woman's clothes, turned his head, and looked at a half-hundred man wearing a brocade robe and gray hair behind him.

"Third brother, aren't you ready to do it, the knife and axe hand outside the room can come in, as long as you kill your father and your fifth brother, and then blame your fifth brother, you will be able to rightfully inherit the position of head of the family!" the old man said slowly.

The man in the brocade robe changed greatly when he heard this, and looked at the old man in front of him, his face was full of shock, but after thinking about it, the decisive color in his eyes flashed, and he took a few steps back, and shouted at the same time: "Kill." ”

Before the brocade-robed man's voice fell, a large group of black-clothed people with sharp knives rushed in from the outside, killing people when they saw them, and in a moment, the whole house was full of blood, and there was a strong smell of blood everywhere, except for the old man with white hair standing beside the bed, surrounded by a group of black-clothed people.

"Father, you are now a hundred years old, your mother is gone, but you are still attached to the world, it is better to leave this aftermath to your son to deal with together, the son will definitely be buried in a grand manner, and the father has just fulfilled the oath with his mother, born in the same bed, and died in the same hole!" the old man in the brocade robe said in a deep voice.

The old man on the side of the bed stared at the old man in brocade for a while, and then sighed faintly: "If you calculate carefully, this is already more than twenty times, your strength has weakened to a certain extent, otherwise it would not have made me regain my sanity decades ago, and after all these years of consumption, can your strength still create an illusion?"

"Father, what are you talking about? I think you're really old and confused!" The old man in the brocade robe changed greatly when he heard this, and he held a sharp sword in his hand and stabbed down at the old man beside the bed.

But before the sword pierced the old man's body, it shattered directly as if it had been hit hard, and along with it, there was also the old man in the brocade robe, the world around him, and the old woman who died peacefully on the bed.

"Han Ming, don't be rampant, you are me, I am you, if you don't die, I won't die, and when I make a comeback, it will be the day you die in Huangquan!" A cruel word with a thick unwillingness echoed in Han Ming's ears.

On the baby tree, the previous three flowers have withered, replaced by three chubby little dolls hanging on the branches, with all facial features, dancing and writhing, like the legendary ginseng fruit.

"Wow!" With the three shouts in unison, the essence of the baby wood flowed into the sea like ten thousand tons, and poured wildly into the bodies of the three little dolls.

In just a moment, the baby wood disintegrated from the bottom to the top, layer by layer, and dissipated into invisible spiritual light, while the three little dolls struggled together to open their eyes.

When the infant wood completely dissipated, the three little dolls opened their eyes at the same time, and fell down from mid-air together, sitting cross-legged above the sword pool, all of them were casting spells, mobilizing the essence of the whole body, and making up for the essence of the primordial baby.

Half a day later, the three little dolls opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other, and a trace of weirdness flashed in their eyes at the same time, which is a strange feeling, that is, the feeling of seeing yourself, not the reflection of the mirror, that is, you see yourself!

Three white and tender babies, three appearances, the first is pale golden, except for the color, there is not much difference from the ordinary yuan baby, the second is jet black, thick hands and feet, and the eyebrows are inlaid with a crystal black spar, but it is the previous Rahu natal crystal nucleus, and the last one is the most peculiar, not physical, but a white flame in the shape of a baby, sitting there with a decent plate.

"Finally married!" the pale golden baby looked at himself, then at the two babies next to him, and said in a milky voice, his tone revealing an unconcealable excitement.

"Yes, if nothing had changed, you would have lived a thousand years!" the black baby began.

"You also have a longevity of 10,000 years, but remember to hurry up and cultivate, if the body is dead, but I still need to recondense the three corpses!" said the white flame villain lightly.

The pale golden villain looked at the two homologous but different lives on the side, and silently closed his mouth, he is a human body, and his longevity is very short, but he can't compare with the two on the side, a Rahu, ten thousand years of life, and an unpredictable bone, Shouyuan doesn't know geometry, it may be 30,000 years, 100,000 years, or it may be endless.

"If you are a little familiar with the Yuan Baby, you are ready to start the last step, the Infant Cultivation Technique seems to be a bit special, and you don't even need to condense the Law Phase, after the Heart Demon Tribulation, you will directly condense the Baby!" the white flame villain said slowly.

"That's right, since you have already got married, while Yuanying is not familiar with it, let's start the last step, the success of this step is more important than the baby!"

"Without further ado, let's start over there!" said the jet-black Yuan Ying with a smile. II Immortal Mortal Dao