When Jing Han's words fell, the black-shirted young man burst out laughing, but he didn't have the slightest smile on his face, but instead looked a little hideous, and said, "Of course, there is a division between life and death, but the one who dies must be you!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the wooden cork of the gourd in his hand, and suddenly, a heavy yin aura came out of it.

Jing Han's brows furrowed, his heart sank slightly, and he blurted out: "Demon refining pot?"

The black-shirted young man smiled indifferently: "Although it is just an imitation, it has been sacrificed by me for many years, and there are many souls of people and demons, so it is enough to deal with you." ”

Then, he blew hard into the gourd's mouth.

With a snort, a black mist floated out of the gourd, and it was long in the wind, rushing towards the well cold, and it was faintly visible that the indispersible ghosts were roaring and roaring in it, hideous and terrifying.

Jing Han hesitated for a moment, then dispelled the idea of performing the Phoenix Dance Technique, and then flew up, swept towards the top of the black-shirted young man's head, and with a bang, his whole person disappeared into a dense spark.

"Fire Escape Technique?" The black-shirted young man sneered, thinking that Jing Han was performing an ordinary Fire Escape Technique, and the gourd in his hand shook, and a blue light flew out of it, submerging into the black mist in the air, and the black mist suddenly spread, across his head, blocking the sparkling sky.

"Swallow me!" said the black-shirted young man through gritted teeth.

I saw that the black mist seemed to have received his order and began to devour all the sparks.

Among them, an inconspicuous golden spark trembled, and suddenly burst out like a mountain of flames, but instead of destroying the black fog, it was devoured more violently.

In the sea of fire, Jing Han appeared, his expression a little solemn.

The blue light that the black-shirted young man finally shook out of the gourd was strange.

He fell to the ground and performed a spell on the black-shirted youth.

"Huh?" The black-shirted young man stiffened slightly, and then recovered, because a yellow light shot out from the center of his eyebrows, and it was faintly visible that it was a mysterious rune, exuding the power of divine consciousness, breaking through Jing Han's divine sense control.

There was no surprise on Jing Han's face, but his face was more solemn. When he saw the black-shirted young man for the first time, he found that there was a mysterious power on this person, which could block his divine sense, so he guessed that this person must have a treasure on his body to protect the sea of consciousness, and at this time it also verified that his previous guess was correct.

That's why he didn't use the Divine Binding Technique in the first place.

"You, you can actually release your divine sense?" The black-shirted young man looked shocked at this time, unable to believe that Jing Han could not be affected by the power of the mist here.

Jing Han didn't say a word, this black-shirted young man was too difficult to deal with.

"What if you can release your divine sense? Who dares to come in here at this time without any means?"

After the black-shirted young man saw that Jing Han was silent again, he sneered, and then sucked hard at the gourd mouth in his hand, and as a torrent of black mist was sucked into his body, suddenly, the black mist in the air that was devouring the flames fell down and circled around him.

"Now, I can also release my divine sense!" The black-shirted young man stood in the black mist, his whole person began to change, his flesh and blood seemed to be sucked dry in an instant, shriveled into skin and bone, and two ghost fires flickered in his sunken eyes.

Jing Han said coldly: "You actually cultivate the ghost path at the same time!"

It is hard to imagine how many things the black-shirted young man has done to cultivate the ghost path by borrowing the demon refining pot, how many innocent lives have been mutilated, and how many yin souls have been harmed.

Jing Han's Qin Heart Sword Guts is Haoran Righteousness, and he is the most disgusted and jealous of this kind of thing, at this time, there is a golden light between his eyebrows, which makes him look very majestic, but there is a monstrous anger in his heart.

However, the black-shirted young man smiled and said, "For me, the path that can kill the enemy is the strongest avenue. ”

"But if you kill the innocent and harm the ghosts, it is a capital crime that is intolerable by heaven!"

As Jing Han spoke, he threw out a talisman, and at the same time, the whole person quickly swept back.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the entire ground shook, and there was a great power of landslides and ground cracks, and the position where the black-shirted young man was standing turned into a huge deep pit, and the ground around him was severely cracked, densely covered with cracks as thick as an arm.

Zhenyue Fu, a Xuan-level high-level talisman.

At the beginning, Du Gongjin said in Jing Han's divine sense that each one can exert the power of intercepting rivers and moving mountains, Jing Han has always cherished it, even when he faced Miao Tiangang, he was not willing to use it, and at this time he was also shocked by the power of this talisman.

However, he believed that the young man in the black shirt did not die, because there were too many good things in this person.

Sure enough, a figure rushed up from the pit, it was a young man in a black shirt.

At this time, the appearance of the black-shirted young man was very miserable, almost unclothed, his hair was scattered, his body was stained with blood, and his left arm was hanging down softly, as if he had broken his bones, and the black mist was gone, but the evil aura on his body was even stronger.

"You actually destroyed the ghost mist that I have worked so hard to cultivate for many years, and you will not be able to eliminate the hatred in my heart even if you die!" The black-shirted young man gritted his teeth, hating Jing Han to the core.

With a bang, a cold light shot out from under the ground in front of Jing Han, as fast as lightning.

The distance is too close, and if you change to someone else, you will inevitably die.

But Jing Han is different, from beginning to end, his divine consciousness is like silk, densely spread all over a radius of one mile, when that cold light shoots out, it is discovered by his divine sense, thousands of silk-like divine consciousness rushed up, wrapped the cold light, layer upon layer, until the cold light stopped.

It turned out to be a flying sword!

Jing Han remembered that this flying sword was the sword that the black-shirted young man had previously controlled with a talisman to block the demon bones, and it fell to the ground at that time, and the black-shirted young man did not take it back, it turned out that he had already hidden this trick to sneak attack.

The black-shirted young man saw that his flying sword suddenly stopped, his face changed slightly, and he was about to control it with a ghost path, but he found that the ghost left on the flying sword had disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by something.

He suddenly raised his head, stared at Jing Han deadly, and said in horror: "You, your divine consciousness is not released by external objects, but by ......."

With a pop, a white rainbow swept out of the mist in the distance, penetrating his chest with lightning speed, and a silky devouring power poured into his heart, destroying all his vitality.

His voice stopped abruptly.

When he lowered his head, he saw a white bone piercing out of his body and flying towards Jing Han.

"You're right, I'm really not affected by the power of the mist here, and I want to tell you one thing, there is a young man who looks very similar to you, and I also killed him!"

Before the black-shirted young man was unconscious, he heard Jing Han's divine sense, but as soon as the resentful and vicious hatred appeared in his eyes, it was completely solidified.

With a thud, he fell to the ground with a bang, out of breath.

Seeing this, the solemn look on Jing Han's face slowly dissipated, and he finally killed this person!

Like the black-shirted youth, he didn't recall the flying demon bones at that time, and let them fall into the fog, in order to bury the killing move of the sneak attack, when he was fighting with the black-shirted youth, the divine sense has been controlling the demon bones to fly in the fog more than ten zhang away, looking for an opportunity to attack and kill.

Both of them are calculating each other, which can be described as very thrilling. If Jing Han, like the black-shirted youth, relied on external objects to release his divine sense, then it was difficult to say who would win or lose at this time.

Jing Han looked at the corpse of the black-shirted young man, and his heart was a little heavy.

This is the strongest one in his hand since he cultivated, this person can only exert the strength of the late stage of Tengyun Realm, and it is so difficult to kill. And among his enemies, there are powerhouses in the Huandan realm and even in the distraction realm, which makes him very stressed.

"After this matter is over, I will borrow the teleportation array from Xuanbing City and go to Ziyang Mountain to find my mother!"

After this battle, he began to feel urgent, and planned to go to Ziyang Mountain to reunite with his mother as soon as possible, because he knew that if he continued on the path of cultivation, there would be more and more enemies, and he would become stronger and stronger.