The strange snake melted into his abdomen, and a black poisonous evil quickly merged into his wind pool, and the star shadow of the beetle snake was visibly condensed to the naked eye. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info This is quite unexpected, after all, the black poison demon only enhances the power of fire poison, but it does not help the comprehension of the law.

Could it be that this guy is a beetle snake, thinking, Han Yu set his eyes on the soul of the strange snake.

"Roar-" The unicorn monster snake that was shuttling in the ancient star phantom suddenly roared in horror, and its frightened eyes stared at the palpitating power coming from the Yuanhai Void!

The star phantom was originally the embodiment of Han Yu's perception of the law, and within the reach of his divine thoughts, he instantly captured the consciousness fluctuations of the strange snake.

Sure enough, it's a beetle snake! Han Yu suddenly realized that the beetle snake clan was originally the native of the beetle snake star, and although the strength of this little beetle snake could not be compared to its ancestor, it had a complete origin inheritance in its soul. This inheritance is the power of the beetle snake, and it is also their natal supernatural power.

Although Han Yu's fire poison law did not increase his comprehension in the slightest, the little snake's divine soul actively merged into the star phantom indirectly increased his comprehension.

The ancient aura from the Star Phantom was extremely tempting to the little beetle snake's divine soul, and he quickly forgot about the sense of oppression that Han Yu had brought him. Han Yu turned the corners of his mouth up, as time passed, this beetle snake soul would unconsciously become a part of the star phantom, and they would no longer be separated from each other. The origin inheritance of the soul of the beetle snake will gradually awaken and become stronger, that is to say, Han Yu is equivalent to having one more person to help him work, and the cultivation of the law of fire and poison will become easier.

This made his heart hot, and he couldn't wait to recruit the souls of the world's strange beasts to integrate into the major cave points Yuanhai, gather a group of diligent workers, become a "contractor", and embark on the peak of life.

However, since the evolution of the desolate world, it is rare to see the existence of alien beasts and divine beasts. Just like this beetle snake, I'm afraid it's hard to find the second one if you go through the entire land of Kyushu.

Putting aside this tempting thought for a moment, Han Yu set his eyes on the dark tunnel in the distance.

According to Bai Qi, behind the tunnel is the mausoleum of the First Emperor. It is to be expected that there are many hidden weapons hidden in this winding tunnel.

The influence of the forbidden law array is still there, but fortunately his physical body is strong, otherwise he is really unsure to walk over. Walking slowly, he soon noticed two strong winds coming from overhead, "Bah!" At the time of the crisis, the Eight Desolation Fire Dragon Ding instantly greeted it.

Han Yu took the opportunity to avoid the range shrouded by the hidden weapon, and when he looked up, it was two forces, one ice and one fire.

The Fire Dragon Ding temporarily withstood the blow of ice and fire with its excellent quality, but without the blessing of Han Yu's mana, it quickly showed defeat.

Click! Click! There was a faint crack where the ice and fire met.

"Hiss!" Han Yu couldn't help but gasp, Lao Jun's product, it was actually so wasted, how much thought did Ying Zheng put into building this mausoleum.

Fortunately, the power of ice and fire was only used by the two dragon heads, and it was soon powerless.

Han Yu put away the Fire Dragon Ding with a painful look on his face and continued to move forward.

Crossbows, Hidden Guns, Poison Needles, Darts...... There are all kinds of hidden weapons, such as wind, illusions, talismans, and puppets...... Strange formation secret techniques came one after another.

Han Yu's brows were furrowed, his robes had long been torn, and even his tough skin had left countless cracks. At first, he also used magic weapons and swords to protect himself, but as the attack became more and more fierce, he simply stopped resisting.

In the tunnel, piles of skeletons and rags began to appear, and a bluestone gate loomed.

With a long sigh of relief, Han Yu lifted the Broken Dragon Stone, and the desolate aura that came to his face shocked him, and the originally built glorious mausoleum had become a ruined wall.

Emperor of the ages, Ying Zheng originally had no hope of stepping into the path of cultivation, but later he had another chance, and he didn't know how to cultivate the body of the Great Witch, which was comparable to the Great Luo Jin Immortal. The construction of this imperial mausoleum is still before he achieves Taoism, and it is inevitable to follow the customs, and the magnificence is definitely unprecedented and unprecedented.

Soul Nourishing Jade!Han Yu quickly noticed the jade bed in the middle of the tomb, a piece of Soul Nourishing Jade the size of a fingernail in the outside world could cause a fight, but there was such a large piece here. Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost. Ying Zheng probably used this jade as a bed back then, and probably also valued its role in warming and nourishing his soul power, so that he could immortalize his soul and cultivate into a ghost body.

But now it is cheaper to get rid of those lonely souls and wild ghosts trapped in the mausoleum, with this soul-nourishing jade, they were originally just mortals, and the weakest one also has the strength of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and the ghost king sitting on the jade bed and jade bed is even closer to the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Seeing Han Yu staring at the Shenyu he was sitting down, the Ghost King, who had a mocking face, was immediately furious.

"Han Yu, I don't care if you are a half-saint or not, when you come to the ancestor, you have to be a cow and a horse!" The ghost king has nine heads, and the smallest of them is the appearance of Mo Jie.

This lonely soul does not practice the Tao, and after a thousand years, the condensation of soul power has already reached an extreme, and nine heads have actually been derived.

Han Yu sneered: "What makes you have such confidence after knowing my identity!"

The ghost king sat in the well and watched the sky, the memory of Han Yu in Mo Jie's memory did not arouse his enough fear, and with a wave of his hand, countless ghost phantoms appeared among the ruins, and he frantically pounced on Han Yu.

Although he couldn't use his mana, he was a half-step Confucian saint, and his body was full of righteousness, and all kinds of strange yin things pounced, and he was completely imprisoned three steps in front of him.

Confucianism subdues demons!

Han Yu laughed wildly, and unleashed the Haoran Phantom Star Sword under the stunned eyes of the Ghost King. A wisp of righteous qi on the blade of the sword was like a torch, and everywhere it went, all the yin things burned.

"Roar!Whoa!" The ghosts avoided it, and were instantly wiped out by Han Yu.

"Kill !!" in front of the ghost king is the general who supervised the construction of this tomb, and the fighting spirit is awe-inspiring. The group of ghosts that were on the verge of collapse instantly found the main backbone, and moths rushed towards Han Yu like flames.

"Boom!" These yin objects are all cultivated by the lonely souls and wild ghosts buried in the tomb with the help of soul nourishing jade. Haoran's righteous qi only dissolved the resentful qi in the yin object, and every time Han Yu killed one, he could absorb a pure soul power.

But the ghost king is different, and the soul body condensed by the battle soul can't even do anything about Haoran righteousness.

"Tsk, be my tenth head!"

Han Yu smiled disdainfully: "Nine is the number of poles, you can't grow a tenth head, haha!" This is a fact, that is, a cultivation rookie like the Ghost King can only cultivate ten heads.

There was a moment of doubt in the Ghost King's eyes, except for Mo Jie, the rest of the heads were all condensed by him after devouring the equally powerful battle spirit in the tomb. To be honest, if it weren't for Mo Jie's strangeness, he really wouldn't have looked down on the other party's face, if he wanted to be majestic or not, if he wanted to be imposing, he would have been much smaller.

Just when he was puzzled, Han Yu had already taken the opportunity to take away the big bed made of soul nourishing jade.

"Damn, where did you get it!" The ghost king went crazy in an instant, this soul-raising jade was his heart and soul treasure.

Han Yu swung his soul arm with a sword, and secretly took in the layout of the tomb. Compared with the soul nourishing jade, what he likes more is the legendary twelve bronze men.