When the middle-aged lama saw Han Ming raising his sword and rushing towards him, he immediately re-urged the bracelet in the air to attack Han Ming.

The middle-aged lama's bracelet seemed to be made of some kind of spirit wood beads with white spots on a blue background, suspended in mid-air and kept rotating, twisting the void around the bracelet into cyan ripples visible to the naked eye, and a huge cyan whirlwind suddenly flew out from the center of the bracelet, rolling up countless sand and gravel and quickly covering Han Ming.

Han Ming did not stop, but turned on the Ming King to adjust the strength of his body to the highest level, and continued to rush towards the middle-aged lama.

The cyan whirlwind quickly covered Han Ming, and the huge energy in the whirlwind blew Han Ming staggered and stood unsteadily, and the speed of progress immediately decreased, not only that, in addition to the sand and gravel in the whirlwind, there were also wind blades made of mana from time to time, constantly hitting Han Ming's body, although the wind blade could not penetrate Han Ming's skin, but it cut several cracks in Han Ming's clothes.

Han Ming stabilized his figure, and kept waving his shield and the long sword in his hand to resist the wind blade in the whirlwind, but he couldn't move forward half a step further, after all, the cultivation of the two was a big difference, and Han Ming couldn't rush out of the whirlwind released by the bracelet for a while.

"Whew...... Boom", a huge green fireball roared from a distance, hitting the bracelet in the air, a dazzling green light flashed through the fireball and dispersed, and the whirlwind cast in the middle-aged lama's bracelet was interrupted.

Han Ming only felt that his body was light, and the whirlwind energy that was pressing on his body disappeared in an instant, taking this opportunity, Han Ming jumped forward violently and rushed in front of the middle-aged lama, raised the red sword in his hand, and Han Ming slashed down with a sword according to the middle-aged lama's head.

"Bell", the middle-aged lama's body suddenly flashed with golden light, showing a layer of golden mana shield, fortunately, this middle-aged lama's mana is profound, and he has a lot of experience in fighting the enemy, and as soon as he encounters a sneak attack, he immediately sacrifices the magic shield to protect his body, otherwise he will suffer a big loss, but although the middle-aged lama sacrificed the shield, this layer of shield was also swayed by Han Ming's red sword, and the golden light flashed.

"Who is it? dare to sneak attack this seat, do you want to be the enemy of the four great Buddha sects?", the middle-aged lama was startled by the green fireball that suddenly appeared, not only did he not find the person who sneaked attack, but judging from the power generated by this fireball just now, the cultivation of the person who cast the fireball was not inferior to his own, at least it should be above the middle stage of the Yudan.

The other two lamas, who had not made a move, also immediately raised their vigilance and began to use their divine thoughts to scan in the direction where the fireball was flying, and Han Ming also subconsciously scanned them with his divine thoughts, but found nothing.

"Who the hell is it, don't be sneaky, get out of this seat", the middle-aged lama was extremely angry, he now had to continue to strengthen the shield on one side to resist Han Ming's long sword attack, and on the other side he had to be careful to be attacked again.

However, Han Ming couldn't control so much, now was his best time, he slashed the shield with one sword after another, so that the middle-aged lama could no longer be distracted to urge the aerial magic weapon for a while, and at this moment, Han Ming's rune treasure smashed the mana long snake that was temporarily distracted in mid-air and lost its power into pieces, and turned around in the air, hitting the bracelet that was bounced into the air by the green fireball.

"Don't you think about it", as soon as the middle-aged lama saw Han Ming's rune treasure turning, he immediately recalled the aerial bracelet to his wrist, he could no longer be distracted to operate the magic weapon attack, not that his divine thoughts and mana were not enough, but he was worried that he would be attacked by a sneak attack, since the other party was no less than his own monk, the best way was to save his strength first and brake quietly.

"You two come and kill this loose cultivator first, and I'll deal with the sneak attacker", the middle-aged lama's mana shield was staggered by Han Ming's red sword, although it will not be broken and disappear for the time being, but it will consume his mana.

"Yes", the two lamas agreed at the same time, and then each took out their magic weapons and struck at Han Ming.

One of the lamas sacrificed a vajra demon pestle painted with runes, and the other lama sacrificed a blue bead the size of an egg, the demon pestle emitted a faint blue light and flew directly towards Han Ming, while the blue bead rose into the air, and immediately shot out a blue light from the bead towards Han Ming.

The blue light came first, and Han Ming was illuminated by the blue light, only to feel cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his hands and feet immediately became a little stiff, and his movements became slowly sluggish.

"Damn", Han Ming scolded secretly in his heart, but he couldn't help but think about it, the demon pestle had already flown in front of him.

"Bell", Han Ming raised the shield in his hand to block the demon pestle, but he was also repelled a few steps, and obvious marks appeared on the silver shield, it seems that the opponent's magic weapon is at least a high-grade high-grade, Han Ming's silver shield is estimated to be unable to withstand a few hits, helplessly, Han Ming had to give up the continued attack on the middle-aged lama's shield, and instead began to wave the red sword to resist the demon pestle.

Han Ming's mood sank to the bottom, facing two early stage cultivators at the same time, he had no chance of winning at all, the only thing he thought about now was that killing one was enough, killing two to earn one.

Han Ming urged the small sword rune treasure in the air, turned around and attacked the blue orb, and he slowly walked towards the two lamas he had done with the middle-aged lama before, raising his shield in one hand and swinging his sword in the other.

"Boom, boom", another large green fireball flew from a distance, hitting the middle-aged lama's mana shield, but this time, everyone saw where the fireball came from, this fireball was sent from a wooden pillar inserted in the ground not far away.

"This is?", the middle-aged lama was stunned, could it be that this wooden pillar is the enemy's magic weapon? The middle-aged lama swept around again with his divine thoughts, but strangely, he still didn't find anything.

"What kind of person is it, please show up and speak", the middle-aged lama felt frightened, the enemy was obviously close at hand, but he couldn't find out, either the enemy was cultivating some special breathing exercises, or the enemy's cultivation was much higher than his own.

"This is the forbidden place of our four sects of Buddhism and Taoism, our Pure Altar Sect is doing something, and I ask Taoist friends not to interfere", the middle-aged lama was a little weak-hearted, and while looking around, he changed his tone and asked loudly.

"Smack", a cracking sound came, and seeing that Han Ming was about to walk up to the two lamas with an attack, the silver shield was shattered by the demon pestle, and the lama who sacrificed the bead also re-sacrificed a white bone sword to fight against the talisman treasure in mid-air.

The small sword that the rune treasure turned into had already dimmed, and the mana sealed in the rune would soon be exhausted, and Han Ming would be almost exhausted.

"Huhuhu", the wooden pillar on the ground, suddenly emitted three large green fireballs in succession, hitting the three lamas respectively.

"Hmph, how long can you hide?", the middle-aged lama finally couldn't help it, and suddenly waved his hands forward, and a golden ball of light flew out of his palm and hit the wooden pillar standing on the ground.

"Boom", the light group hit the wooden pillar, and the wooden pillar turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared instantly, but only heard the sound of "pop", and another wooden pillar appeared out of thin air and was directly inserted next to those lamas.

"This is?", the three lamas were all frightened, and immediately dodged the fireballs and all retreated to one place, ignoring Han Ming.

"Monk Fan is very powerful, what are you afraid of?", a Yunnan dialect came from behind the wooden pillar, and then I saw three black heads with no body wrapped around the head wrapped in yellow cloth, which appeared from behind the wooden pillar.

"Ah, what is this? Why don't you have a body?", the three lamas were shocked, what was the situation?

"Who said we don't have a body", as soon as the words fell, the bodies of the three witch cultivators began to slowly reveal from top to bottom, until the whole body was exposed, and one of the younger witch cultivators also had a huge rectangular checkered square in his hand.

"Hmph, pretending to be a ghost, it turns out that with the help of a treasure that can be invisible, I still think you have something great."

As soon as the middle-aged lama saw the three of them appear, he immediately swept it with his divine thoughts, and found that only one of the three of them had a cultivation level comparable to his own, while the cultivation of the other two witch cultivators was not only inferior to himself, but also inferior to his companions, at most similar to Han Ming.

"I don't care what your situation is, hurry up and hand over that meteorite, or we will kill someone," said the old witch named Ji Ang, speaking in a thick Yunnan dialect, to several lamas.

"This is the forbidden land of our Buddhist sect, who are you? dare to speak outrageously?", the middle-aged lama regained his confidence.

"Don't be verbose, where is the meteorite, take it out quickly", Giang did not pay attention to the middle-aged lama's question.

"Master Jiao, the meteorite was accidentally found in the riverbed just now, but these monks insist on robbing it, since you want the meteorite to save people, then I will give it to the master", Han Ming said suddenly.

As soon as these witch cultivators appeared, Han Ming thought quickly in his mind, these three lamas of the Buddhist sect clearly wanted to kill people and seize treasures, and they had no chance of winning, although these witch cultivators also came to grab meteorites, but as long as the meteorites did not kill people, not to mention that these witch cultivators were also forced to come to save people, since the meteorite could not be saved, it was better to sell personal favors to these witch cultivators, and then join forces with witch cultivators to deal with these lamas, in this case, they may still have a glimmer of life.

"Oh, you found the meteorite, you are lucky, but you have already told you to come back, you are really looking for death, fortunately, those ordinary people were knocked unconscious by these monks, otherwise they will be in trouble, well, you can bring the meteorite first, and then take your ordinary people and friends away", Ji Ang looked at Han Ming, nodded and said.

"Hmph, who do you think you are? Don't even think about leaving," the middle-aged lama was very annoyed, not expecting that he would be ignored.

"It doesn't matter which one I am, you either hurry up or you can't leave", Gyan said coldly.