If Shi Xiu was really here, without the need for the power of Heaven and Earth, he would be even stronger than Han Shi.

After all, Shi Xiu's true body specializes in cultivating stone paths, and it is not surprising that he surpasses Han Shi in the exertion of his stone supernatural powers.

This punch is no longer a rolling stone in the mountain, but a flying peak, which is suppressed violently.

It was so heavy that it seemed to shatter the earth layer by layer.

Until this moment, the eyes of the gray-shirted old man finally showed a cautious look, and Han Shi's strength was far beyond his imagination.

This punch was extremely heavy, and it came so fast, not only could he not dodge, but he didn't even have a chance to pinch it, so he had to resist hard.

For thousands of years, no one has been able to push him to such an extent.

The gray-shirted old man, as the chief secretary of Beixuan, has a deep heart and a skill, called Sansi.

As the name suggests, it is possible to infer and predict the future and the unknown in a very short period of time from three different perspectives: positive, negative, and out of the way.

But no one knows whether this statement is true or not, perhaps, the real third thought, is a different look.

The gray-shirted old man's thoughts were as fast as lightning, and in an instant, there were seventeen ways to deal with it in his heart, and Han Shi made him feel a strong sense of jealousy, and he had to guard against it.

In the next moment, Han Shi's fist was as fast as a meteor, with a huge whistling sound, bombarded, and it was so powerful that he couldn't catch this punch, even if he did, there was only one way to die.

However, at the moment when he was about to bombard, Han Shi's momentum like a mountain suddenly solidified, and it could be said that Wan Jun stopped at the end of the millennium.

The transformation between extreme movement and extreme stillness has reached an extremely high level of cultivation requirements, and the same punch, if an infant transformation monk is forcibly stopped like Han Shi, the endless power of counterattack will immediately annihilate the physical body, and it will even rush into the primordial spirit, causing a large-scale collapse.

This powerful and incomparable punch was taken back by Han Shi lightly, such a realm, if he hadn't entered the realm, he wouldn't have been able to reach it.

This move was beyond everyone's expectations, and the gray-shirted old man was even more shocked because of this, and the feeling of doing his best but being in vain, even with his cultivation, had an extremely short pause.

At this moment, the gray-shirted old man's expression changed again, and a wisp of spiritual consciousness as sharp as a needle actually broke through the heavy protection outside his body and pierced into his sea of consciousness.

A sharp pain, as if a nail had been drilled through the top of the head and through the whole body.

Before Han Shi took turns to make a move, the gray-shirted old man's mind finally showed a flaw, with this person's cultivation as a tripod, if it was only a physical injury, it could not make his mind lose his mind, but the pain came from the sea of knowledge, as if he wanted to tear the soul apart, such a pain, it was impossible to be indifferent.

"Three Ancestors......

Han Shi's voice sounded softly at this moment, and there was no doubt in his tone, but it was like an old friend meeting, a bland title.

But these two words, falling in the ears of the gray-shirted old man, are like the most vicious dagger in the world.

Han Shi's gaze stared at the gray-shirted old man's eyes, and in just a moment, every look of this person was in full view of him.

The gray-shirted old man frowned slightly, and after glancing at Han Shi, his body shook and flew back thousands of feet away, his expression was extremely solemn, and no one could see that he had been slightly injured.

In an instant, the gray-shirted old man regained his senses, and from the surface, his expression could not see the slightest flaw, even the faint doubt in his frowns, and the fear of Han Shi, were not false, but true.

It's just that this truth is to cover up the real truth.

The gray-shirted old man was puzzled by how Han Shi could know about the Soul Sealing Clan, and even more doubted the identity of his third ancestor.

What he was afraid of was that judging from this virtual and real fight, Han Shi's scheming was by no means below him, and Han Shi's strength was far beyond his expectations.

Using the real to hide the false, this is just a moment, the fruit of his three thoughts.

Even the gray-shirted old man didn't realize that the invisible momentum in the field suddenly made a difference because of Han Shi's brazen shot.

Han Shi's gaze was like a poisonous snake, almost drilling into the eyes of the gray-shirted old man, directly to the bottom of this person's heart.

There was a sudden dead silence between heaven and earth, Han Shi lowered his head, looked at his empty hands, and the corners of his mouth showed a faint mockery.

"It's you!"

Han Shi suddenly raised his head and looked at the gray-shirted old man and said silently, his words were full of incomparable firmness.

The identity of this gray-shirted old man, he has already known through Nie Dong, is the chief secretary of Northern Xuanzong, who has the art of three thoughts, is good at divination and hexagrams, and likes flowers.

From the very beginning, Han Shi's target was the gray-shirted old man, and the fight with the purple-robed young man was just a disguise, he knew very well that today, if he played all his hole cards, he might really be able to kill the purple-robed young man, but at the same time, he would definitely not be able to escape the gray-shirted old man and Bei Xuanzi's attack.

If he wanted to kill all the three Chengding, Han Shi would not be impossible, but in that case, he himself would also die after forcibly opening the third stone pupil.

Unless there is a fundamental breakthrough in the realm of Shi Xiu's true body, otherwise, the pupil of Shi must not be opened again.

The gray-shirted old man's heavy cover-up, close to perfection, almost made him believe it, but there was only one point, that is, at the moment of distraction, after hearing the "Three Ancestors", the gray-shirted old man's eyes.

Unless you can completely reach the realm of forgetfulness, your eyes will never be able to completely cover your thoughts, even if you are the cultivation of Chengding.

Monks, too, are people.

After Dao Zhou's phantom blood fused with Han Shi, it made his eyes have a trace of insight into the true illusion of all things.

Really, it can't be fake!

Fake, it can't be real!

This is the confrontation between Han Shi and the gray-shirted old man, in an instant, between the two scheming.

Han Shi's intentions are extremely deep, otherwise he would not be able to force the gray-shirted old man to show his flaws, but this time, the speed and consumption are so fast, that he has the feeling that his yuan power is almost hollowed out.

Suddenly, the purple-robed young man's body flashed, and he appeared outside Han Shi's three zhangs, three fingers of each hand poked out, pinched out a strange trick seal, and chanted a spell in his mouth.

"Mo Xie!"

At the tips of his six fingers, six drops of purple blood dripped out at the same time, intertwining into a purple light mark and shooting towards Han Shi.

The speed of this purple light seal was too fast, and Han Shi hurriedly threw another punch, colliding with the light seal.

The two figures parted with a touch, blood overflowed from the corner of Han Shi's mouth, and his eyes were fierce as he flew back, and a bloody light flashed out from the center of his eyebrows, slashing towards the purple-robed youth.

And the purple light seal, after it was shattered, was stained on Han Shi's hand, and then disappeared.

The timing of the blow of the purple-robed young man was precisely the time when Han Shi's Yuan Force was the most consumed and the most vulnerable, if this blow was confirmed, Han Shi would immediately collapse all over, and even the Yuan Shen would be transformed by this person's artistic conception and become his puppet.

This light seal is one of the three strongest techniques of the purple-robed youth------ Mo Evil Seal!

But this person was still wrong, he couldn't imagine that Han Shi still had the power to fight back at this moment.

As soon as the blood light appeared, countless rays of light were reflected, shining on the sky, and the heavens and the earth were filled with a faint layer of blood.

The blood light was like thunder, the purple-robed young man's expression changed greatly, he couldn't dodge like Han Shi, and when the blood light came to his body, he collapsed all over, turned into a purple cloud and steamed upward, and gathered again into the appearance of the purple-robed young man in mid-air.

The blood light rolled back, turning into a blood-colored scimitar, and submerged into the center of Han Shi's eyebrows as he was retreating.

The purple-robed young man looked at Han Shi, his expression was extremely gloomy, and there was a trace of evil madness in his eyes, blood was dripping from the cuff of his right hand, his ring and little finger were all shattered, and the wound was shrouded in a strange force, even if he used the secret technique, he could not recover.

He didn't care about the little finger, but if he lost his ring finger, his Mo Evil Seal could not be cast, which was tantamount to the pain of a broken arm for him.

This knife, if it weren't for the purple-robed young man's slight deflection with the power of artistic conception, his body and primordial spirit would have been cut alive.

Han Shi turned into a green rainbow and retreated quickly, his face was extremely pale, at this moment, he could not see the slightest injury outside his body, but in his body, there was a wisp of strange power, which made him immediately perceive the coming of the life and death crisis.

His internal organs were vigorously connected and pulled hard.

An indescribable pain immediately spread throughout his body, causing Han Shi's hands to tremble, and he almost fell to the ground, and he was immediately seriously injured.

Although this injury is serious, it is not life-threatening in itself, but at this moment, surrounded by the three Chengding, such an injury is bound to be a great drag on him.

The battle with the gray-shirted old man and the purple-robed young man made Han Shi feel cautious in his heart, and now that he thinks about it, he still has a little bit of support.

Thinking of this, Han Shi's eyes showed a trace of calm madness, but he did not run away, but abandoned the two of them, and turned around and went straight to Bei Xuanzi.

Bei Xuanzi's old eyes, after taking a deep look at Han Shi, slowly raised a finger and pointed to the sky, in the cloudless sky, in an instant, countless water droplets appeared out of thin air and condensed into rain.

"Water is the source of all things!"

As Bei Xuanzi's words spoke, the speed at which the rain condensed immediately reached an incredible level, forming a dense curtain of rain.

"Old man, in this rain world, if you can't break through, stay in it for a long time, and be a rain watcher. Bei Xuanzi's voice revealed a majesty of a high mountain, and he never made a move when Han Shi fought with the two.

But at this moment, Han Shi came straight to him, and he had already had to make a move.

"Rain Realm ......" Han Shi's pupils contracted, he had occasionally mentioned to Wu Tian the realm and the realm above the realm, for the realm of multiplication, especially the process of breaking through from the infant to the realm, Wu Tian had described in detail, but for the realm above the realm, it was vague.

It's not that Wu Tian is hiding his secrets, but Wu Tian himself doesn't know very well, but in the Five Elements Sect, there is still a jade slip left by the ancestor of the Five Elements back then, and among them, there are some sporadic records of the realm above the Chengding.