[Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Black Bone Skull

Han Jing looked towards the middle of the clearing, and saw a pitch-black skeleton sitting cross-legged, and there seemed to be a few items placed next to the skeleton, but the distance was too far for Han Jing to see what it was.

The black skeleton exuded an extremely powerful power, and even Han Jing, who was on the edge of the clearing, could sense the horror in it, and he didn't go in immediately, but turned around and left here.

The few people who were rushing towards the center point seemed to notice Han Jing's departure, and after squinting slightly, Han Jing, who was not leaving, began to concentrate on resisting the terrifying might, and then continued to move forward.

Han Jing told Xiao Bai what he had seen and heard, and when the two discussed, they both felt that the black skeleton was too weird, and there were six core disciples whose cultivation was stronger than himself.

In the end, the two decided to leave the place, not to pay attention to the black skeleton, and then continued to fly around the black mist.

Three days later, Han Jing and Xiaobai bypassed the black fog and continued to fly forward.

They had just passed through the black mist, and the six core disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect finally came to the side of the black skeleton, and saw that there were several unknown magic weapons with unusual materials next to the skeleton, and the six of them all showed ecstasy, and one of them even reached out and grabbed one of the magic weapons.

The other five people also grabbed the magic weapon at the same time, but just as everyone showed surprise in their eyes, the first monk to strike suddenly stopped with his arm and stopped when he was still three feet away from the magic weapon.

I saw that on his arm, a pitch-black skeletal palm was placed on it at some point.

"This!"

The six of them were suddenly shocked in their hearts, this skeleton was obviously a dead monk who couldn't die anymore, but now, the skeleton's upper and lower jaws moved.

"A few little dolls, they actually dare to pay attention to the old man's magic weapon, didn't your parents tell you that you don't have to be greedy?"

A shrill voice rang in the ears of the six, instantly extinguishing their frenzy.

"Ghost, ghost!"

One of the monks screamed, as if a mortal had met a ghost, and there was no monk at all.

The other five monks were also cold in their hearts, they were all monks in the Yuan Infant Stage, and they were no strangers to those ghosts in the cultivation realm, but it was the first time they had seen the skeleton that had lost their physical bodies.

And this skeleton still has such an amazing momentum, not to mention its weirdness, the momentum displayed by the skeleton alone is enough for them to be shocked.

The skeleton smiled and said, "Ghosts, in this world, there are no ghosts, only spirits and spirits, boy, are you a monk or not?"

As if he had heard something incredible, the skeleton gave the screaming monk a lesson in general knowledge.

"The seniors are"

The disciple who was grabbed by the skeleton's arm asked cautiously, at this time, he was completely unable to operate the spiritual power in his body, obviously the skeleton controlled the operation of the spiritual power.

"I don't know who I am, by the way, who am I, you tell me, or I'll eat you as a snack."

The skeleton suddenly began to be confused, and before he could wait for a few monks to answer the question, he suddenly muttered to himself.

"I remember, I really want to come here for a purpose, by the way, what are you doing, by the way, my Dao Zhu"

The skeleton seemed to remember something, he touched his bones, and then remembered that he had no clothes at all, so he scratched his head and said strangely

"Daozhu is gone, why are my clothes gone, well, by the way, who am I" The skeleton twisted the skull and looked at the six people and asked.

The six monks were in despair, they couldn't resist in front of the skeleton, and at this moment they seemed to have become mortals.

Han Jing and Xiaobai flew forward for a long time, but they never encountered any other situation.

This plain seemed to have no boundary, and after the two of them flew for a few days, Xiao Bai finally couldn't hold his breath and said

"I said Xiao Hanzi, what are we doing here, is it just a mess all over the world, it seems that there is nothing strange here except for that black fog that is extremely weird, otherwise, let's go back and have a look."

Han Jing stopped, looked at the distance that was still boundless, nodded and said, "It's okay, by the way, let's see if those disciples succeed."

"Okay" Xiaobai didn't want to fly aimlessly like this for a long time, and the two turned around and flew back.

A day later, Han Jing and Xiaobai returned to the edge of the black mist.

At this moment, both of them looked at the black mist with a solemn face, after they flew out of the edge of the black mist, they continued to fly for several days, but it only took a day to come back at this moment, Han Jing and Xiaobai finally realized the problem.

I'm afraid it's not that the plains are boundless, but that they don't fly that far at all

"Formation"

Han Jing and Xiaobai thought of a possibility at the same time, a formation that could make the two of them unaware, but could confuse the two, I'm afraid this formation is not simple.

They couldn't even find the formation, Han Jing didn't think that he and Xiaobai would be able to find the formation and break it, but if they couldn't break the formation, I'm afraid they would have to stay here until the number of people in the burial place reached a certain level, and they would be teleported back.

Just as the two of them were thinking, two yellow figures suddenly appeared in the distance, these two people were wearing yellow clothes, and there were gossip patterns on their clothes, and they were the disciples of the Mystic Art Sect.

"Senior Brother Xiutong, look, there's a black fog ahead," said a disciple of the Mystic Sect when he spotted the black fog in the distance beyond the horizon.

"Well, it's weird, Senior Brother Wang Dong, go over and take a look, maybe it's the eye that leaves here," Xiu Tong said in a deep voice.

Both of them are genius disciples of the Mystic Art Sect, and they don't have the slightest fear at this time, both of them are full of confidence in their own strength, even if they encounter the Demon Dao, they will only be excited.

After a while, the black fog got closer and closer, and finally the two of them finally saw the two figures in front of the black fog, one white and one black.

Han Jing and Xiaobai also discovered each other's existence, Huang Yi, gossip, Han Jing is no stranger, he has fought against the disciples of the Secret Art Sect many times in the later stage of the Jiedan.

At this time, two disciples of the Mystic Art Sect suddenly appeared, and Han Jing had a feeling of eagerness to try.

Han Jing has always been very curious about the secret technique of the secret art sect, when he was in the Jindan period, the method used by the disciple of the secret art sect who defeated him obviously had the feeling of the current Yuan Infant stage magic technique.

Han Jing couldn't forget the blow of the light dragon, that blow almost cost his life back then, and when he saw the Mystic Sect again, Han Jing's inner fighting spirit was high.

He wanted to try whether it was the secret technique of the Secret Art Sect that was powerful, or his own magic trick.

Xiao Bai glanced around, he thought more, the Secret Art Sect appeared here, in this way, the righteous path monks have come, and what they need to face at this time is probably not just these two righteous path disciples.

The two yellow figures approached quickly, and after a short time, they had stopped thousands of meters in front of Han Jing.

"The early stage of the Yuan Infant, and the middle stage of the Yuan Infant!" the disciple of the Mystic Sect named Wang Dong had a happy face and a happy smile.

Wang Dong's smile seemed a little sarcastic to Han Jing, he knew what the other party was thinking, it seemed that this battle was inevitable, but that was really what he wanted.

Han Jing showed a faint smile, and he transmitted his voice to Xiao Bai and said, "You have no problem dealing with that mid-Yuan Infant Stage."

Xiao Bai nodded, he knew Han Jing's character, there was no threat from other righteous paths at this time, and Xiao Bai went with Han Jing.

In Wang Dong's mind, a middle stage of the Yuan Infant, an early stage, his own side of the senior brother is the late stage, and he is the middle stage, it is obvious that the senior brother of the same cultivator is dealing with the middle stage disciple, and he is dealing with the early stage disciple.

How could he not be happy with such a hand-to-hand achievement, but what happened next was far beyond his expectations.

After getting Xiao Bai's nodding reply, Han Jing didn't say a word, and directly launched the battle body, rushing towards the righteous path monk in the late Yuan Infant period, at the same time, Xiao Bai broke away from the fire, and a white line of fire went straight to Wang Dong.

"You, despicable!" Wang Dong was shocked in his heart, he never expected that the other party would not escape, but rushed towards him, and the imaginary thing to deal with the early stage of the Yuan Infant did not appear, and the early stage of the Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator rushed to Xiu Tong as if he was dying.

In fact, Xiaobai is thousands of kilometers away from him, even if he attacks without saying a word, it is not a sneak attack, he has enough time to react, how can he say it despicable, he is just angry and attacked, so he shouted the word despicable.

Xiaobai is very powerful from the fire, and extremely flexible, in the blink of an eye, Wang Dong fell into the disadvantage, under Xiaobai's fierce offensive, Wang Dong shouted wow, was chased by Xiaobai to hide in the east, the figures of the two are getting farther and farther away, and they have been gone in a short time.

After Han Jing's battle body was launched, he danced wildly with his hand, and the whole person rushed towards Xiutong.

Xiu Tong's eyes were cold, he never expected that a mere early Yuan Infant monk would dare to challenge him, and the killing intent in his heart surged.

"Assassination"

Xiu Tong drank in his mouth, and his hands punched out the magic trick, and one after another spiritual power flowed out of his body, turning into the shape of spikes in the air, and no less than a hundred spikes were gathered around him.

This spike is three meters long, each spike exudes a cold aura, Han Jing just rushed over, Xiu Tong waved his hand, and the rootless spike stabbed directly at Han Jing.

Whoosh, the sound of breaking the air kept coming, Han Jing's hand danced wildly, the two dancers collided in front of the spikes, and a circular force field appeared, after the rootless spikes met the force field, the speed slowed down, and Han Jing took advantage of this to jump upwards to avoid the attack of the rootless spikes.

As soon as his mind moved, six and a half meters in diameter danced around him, and after avoiding the spikes, Han Jing ignored the hundred spikes beside Xiu Tong and rushed again.

Xiu Tong's face was even colder, his figure stepped back, and the magic trick in his hand was played, and hundreds of spikes were launched at the same time, and all the spikes were aimed at Han Jing.

At this time, Han Jing was already only two hundred meters away from Xiutong, but it was not enough, Han Jing gritted his teeth, and a large amount of soul energy was released, and countless half-meter diameter dances appeared beside him, and hundreds of spikes suddenly moved, and they all rushed towards Han Jing.

"Burst"

Han Jing let out a loud shout, dozens of dancing balls exploded around him, countless dancing energies converged with each other, forming a chaotic force field, when those spikes attacked, they trembled one after another, and more than a dozen spikes directly collapsed, Han Jing took this opportunity to break out of the encirclement of the spikes.

One hundred and fifty meters, after breaking out of the encirclement, Han Jing's speed increased suddenly, and he instantly narrowed the distance.

Xiu Tong had already guessed that Han Jing was a melee monk when Han Jing rushed over, and the best way for a melee monk was to distance himself, at this time, Han Jing's speed increased sharply, and Xiu Tong's body exploded again, maintaining a distance of 100 meters.

The speed of the monk in the late Yuan Infant period is much higher than that in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period, originally Han Jing was known for his speed, even when facing Yuan Wei, he could also rely on the advantage of speed to fight, but at this time, he could not catch up with Xiutong.

The hundred spikes were broken by Han Jing a lot, and the remaining spikes finally broke away from the encirclement of the force field and rushed towards Han Jing.

The coercion exuded by the ten-meter-sized arrow, and Han Jing only felt as if he had been stabbed in his skin, and a feeling of pain came.

"This is not an ordinary Yuan Infant Method" Han Jing's heart beat wildly, and a sense of crisis came instantly, this feeling of danger was no less than Yuan Wei's final blow.

There were amazing arrows in front of him, and countless spikes in the back, and at this time, Han Jing had no way to retreat.

"Broken"

With a soft shout, the arrow in Xiutong's hand seemed to have broken away from the bow Xuan, turned into a long rainbow, and went through the air.

"Breaking the Sky"

At the moment when Xiu Tong launched the magic technique, Han Jing took the lead in moving, and the original uncontrollable air breaking was launched, above Han Jing's original position, an explosion suddenly appeared, but the explosion had just been generated, and its power had not yet spread, and the arrow violently passed through the center of the explosion, and the power of the explosion was immediately extinguished, as if it had never been generated.

At the moment when the explosion was generated, a hundred meters behind Xiutong, another slightly smaller explosion was generated from nothingness, and Han Jing appeared at the center of the explosion out of thin air.

"Poof", a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Han Jing was already injured at this time.

But Han Jing didn't stop there, at this time, the arrow had just disappeared into the sky, and that Xiutong still maintained a backward posture and retreated towards him, Han Jing gritted his teeth and pressed down the injury, and the whole person rushed forward.

After sending out the arrow, Xiu Tong just wanted to stop, but the arrow did not hit the target, he was shocked in his heart, a mere early Yuan Infant monk was able to dodge his blow with a combat method, it was too unbelievable, but before he had time to think about it, there was Han Jing's sound of breaking the sky behind him.

Xiu Tong only came in a hurry and secretly screamed that something was wrong, and a cold voice came from behind him to his ears, "Heavenly Dance Three Styles, Hunting Realm"

A sizzling sound sounded, and Xiu Tong only felt as if he had entered a special space, in this space, countless violent strange energies were raging, and the energy raging around him seemed to have some kind of magical power, interfering with the operation of the spiritual power in his body, and he even had to work extra hard to maintain his flight, otherwise he would fall from the sky.