Since entering the world of immortal cultivation, Han Ming has never believed that one person treats another person well for no reason, even Duanmu Xiao was the same. If he was not the descendant of the Grand Master’s uncle and was just a small Qi-training cultivator, how could he get into the eyes of a Nascent Soul stage?

Although this bitter spirit was also a cultivator of the Xingxing Sect in the past, it has now withdrawn from the Xingxing Sect and joined the Xuanbing Palace. It was only this time that the two of them met, but they gave a great gift like the altar of sacrifice to the sky. This is really abnormal.

Han Ming still doesn't mind judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain. He doesn't believe in this senior brother Ku Ling, but he still has a lot of guard against him.

"Yiling, take this altar of sacrifice to the sky and study it carefully to see if there is any doubt!" Han Ming evolved the method of casting the altar of sacrifice to the sky and threw it to Yiling.

"Yes, the little slave accepts the order!" Yiling replied respectfully, but then hesitated: "Young Master, the little slave has lost a lot of memory. Even if there is any problem with the altar of sacrifice to the sky, the little slave may not be able to see it!"

"It's okay, just do your best. At this time, the world is peaceful, and it will take decades or even a hundred years to get weaker than the world's vitality. You can watch it first. During these years, I have also thought of other solutions. In the end, if you really can't see any problems, use this altar to try it!" Han Ming shook his head, not caring.

"By the way, Fei'er, you are the master of weapon training. Please see if there is any problem with the method of refining the altar of sacrifice to the heaven!" Han Ming turned his hand gently and handed the jade slip to Concubine Wei.

Concubine Wei nodded silently, stretched out her white wrist and took the jade slip, put it on her smooth forehead, and read it carefully. Han Ming did not make a sound, but quietly waited.

.........

After coming out of the West Binghai, Han Ming and Concubine Wei did not return to the Nightmare Demon Sect directly, but continued to travel in the Middle Earth Continent. On the one hand, they collected spiritual objects that broke through the bottleneck, and on the other hand, they increased their experiences and insights. Of course, they also collected materials for refining the altar of sacrifice to the heaven.

This time, it took another thirty years. At this time, Han Ming and Concubine Wei had only traveled to Middle Earth for a little while, and the harvest was pretty good. Concubine Wei got a Hao Yuandan that could assist the bottleneck of the early stage of the Nascent Soul. Han Ming collected dozens of strange poisons. The worst one could also poison the Killer Killer Stage. The strongest one was the blood of the Tian Silkworm among the Ten Absolute Poisons, which was as big as a ball of liquid as a human head.

With these strange poisons, Han Ming was sure to increase the power of the Wanhua Poison Eye again. Looking at it, the great monk would not even escape without thinking.

When Han Ming collected many strange poisons, he was also comprehending the Yuan Poison Sutra.

The Yuan Poison Sutra, a technique that is parallel to the sword transformation technique and body transformation technique. In addition to borrowing the method of refining the poison pool in the blood spider poison, Han Ming later focused on the eyes of Wanhua poison, which made Han Ming feel a little bit over the horse.

There is no doubt that the power of the Yuan Poison Sutra is, and the power of the Wanhua Poison Eye is also extremely attractive. However, the rare poisons collected by Han Ming are limited, and he can basically only provide one kind of exercises to practice. If you want to practice both methods, you can only merge the two skills into one kind of exercises.

The Huayuan Poison Sutra is all-encompassing, and it doesn't seem too difficult to include the Wan Hua Poison Eyes. Han Ming's mind is relatively flexible. At this time, the effect of Tianxin Pill is still there, and his perception is ten times that of the past. It seems that it is not impossible to create a martial art by himself.

After thirty years, Han Ming had some clues about this new technique and determined the general direction. Perhaps more than a hundred years of improvement of the details, this technique may appear in the first place.

At the same time, Han Ming also realized that the poisonous emperor grass might be useful and would be the key to the formation of this new method!

"Master Hua! His talent in poison art is truly unparalleled in the world. If he can cultivate immortals and get in touch with various poisonous substances in the cultivation world, then the current cultivation world will probably be touched by it. It would be a pity!" Han Ming sighed silently in his heart.

Many of the magic tricks he was about to create were actually theoretical conjectures provided by Mr. Hua at that time, such as splitting a strange poison into dozens of kinds, or combining dozens of strange poisons at will to turn into various strange poisons, with so many changes that it is impossible to count.

In addition to poisons, Han Ming and Concubine Lu have also collected a lot of materials over the years. There are only a few rare spiritual materials left to try to cast an altar for sacrifice to heaven. However, there is no hurry. When I return to the Nightmare Demon Sect and continue to order, there will naturally be a large number of disciples looking for it. Maybe once the task is released, some other sects or immortal cultivation families will take the initiative to offer it to please Concubine Lu.

After practicing to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, there are fewer opportunities and there are not so many struggles. Most of the Nascent Soul Stages practice hard, and Han Ming and Concubine Wei are no exception. This time, they have been out for more than 50 years and have obtained many spiritual objects. After returning, they can go into seclusion.

Han Ming tried to break through to the great monk, and Concubine Hu tried to break through the mid-stage cultivation level.

After returning to the Nightmare Demon Sect, the two did not disturb the others. Concubine Wei went to Shuangling Cliff to see her sixth-level flying white tiger, greeted the two sect-suppressing spirit beasts, and then returned to the Demon Palace.

When the two of them returned to the Demon Palace, Concubine Wei's little maid Shisanniang quickly rushed over and reported to Han Ming and Concubine Weisan what happened in the sect in recent years. For example, the Palace Master of the Demon Heaven Palace has been in the middle stage of progress, and the Palace Master of the Demon Heaven Palace has traveled out. Ten years later, the top ten Demon Sects gathered in the Nightmare Demon Sect to discuss the allocation of resources within the Demon Way.

They are all irrelevant things, and Han Ming and Concubine Wei didn't care. They probably understood the situation and ignored them.

"You are the son-in-law, twenty years after the son-in-law and the young lady left the sect, a piece of news came from the Yipao Pavilion, saying that there were some things to be discussed with the son-in-law!" Thirteenth Lady said respectfully.

"Yibo Pavilion?" Han Ming's face flashed with a strange look when he heard this, and then he asked, "Then how did you answer?"

"Reporting to my son-in-law, the maid dared not reveal the whereabouts of the two, so she made an excuse without authorization, saying that my son-in-law and the lady were in seclusion and could not get information!" Thirteenth Lady continued, "Later they also sent a message and said that if my son-in-law comes out of seclusion, please contact them immediately, they are willing to sell that thing!"

Han Ming was slightly happy when he heard this. He had already given up, but he didn't expect that the Yipao Pavilion would contact him again and wanted to sell the mother-of-child stone.

"I understand, you've done a good job!" Han Ming nodded, gently tapped the handle of the stone chair, and began to think.

"What spiritual thing? When did you get involved with the merchants from Yipao Pavilion again?" Concubine Wei asked curiously.

"It's nothing, it's just two pieces of materials!" Han Ming smiled and shook his head, looking indifferent, but then he said: "It's not a big deal. Fei'er, you have instructed the sect to collect the missing spiritual materials. Just go to seclusion first. Don't wait for me. I'll leave the sect for a long time, and it's as long as a few months!"

"Okay, I think those two spiritual objects are also very useful to you, so go, I'll go and go in seclusion and it's a little more peaceful!" Concubine Wei curled her lips, but there was a hint of resentment in her tone, but then she added solemnly: "Just be careful."

Seeing this, Han Ming smiled, gently grabbed Concubine Wei's hand, put it in her ear and blew it, and said softly: "Don't worry, after the transaction, come back as soon as possible, you won't let you wait for a long time. You can adjust your realm first to make a breakthrough!"

"Spit, don't make a fuss!" There was his own close maid next to him. Concubine Wei was blushed when Han Ming got hit.

Han Ming turned his head slightly and looked at the Thirteen Niang, but found that before he could signal, the Thirteen Niang had already retreated silently with great eyesight and smiled and left.

"You little maid is pretty good. No matter how much you pamper her, you will never forget the difference between master and servant!" Han Ming exclaimed. When Ran Qixi wanted to do this, he would have been much more worry-free. But then he thought, if Ran Qixi became like this, it would be no longer Ran Qixi, and it would be better that it would remain unchanged.

"If you like it, just take it as a maid!" Concubine Wei glanced at Han Ming.

"Although she is obedient, she is not as beautiful as a concubine, and she is not favored by her husband!" Han Ming naturally knew that Concubine Qu was not sincerely 'allowed' and refused decisively.

"Hmph, just look down on me!" The corners of Concubine Wei's mouth curled up slightly.

.........

Half a year later, a black light flashed across a mountain range thousands of miles outside Tianyu City, crossing directly over hundreds of peaks, and finally staying on a quiet valley.

This place is really a good place, with birds singing and flowers scenting. There is also a quiet small lake in the middle. Although it is a hundred feet wide, it is completely covered by the shadows cast by the famous ancient trees around it. The sky is bright and the scorching sun is in the sky, but there is a cool breath coming out from it.

Han Ming's body was calm and quietly suspended on the lake surface. He glanced around and suddenly showed a hint of surprise on his face. He frowned and looked at an ancient pavilion in the center of the lake. An old man was shaking his head, like a scholar reading poetry in the mundane world.

Near the old man, there was a pretty ordinary woman sitting cross-legged by the ancient pavilion. There was a small wooden table in front of her, with a burnt-tailed croaker-headed zither on it. The woman flew her ten fingers and kept plucking the strings.

The sound of the piano is melodious, ups and downs, with a unique and extraordinary atmosphere, which seems to contain many things. Even Han Ming, a "manzi" who knows nothing about the tone of the piano score, can hear the ethereality in the piano sound.

This ordinary woman must be one of the few masters of piano tracing, and is truly an accomplished person in piano tracing.

Standing a hundred feet away, Han Ming did not approach, but listened with his eyes closed for a while until the end of the song, he let out a light breath, his face was a little distorted. He was listening to an ordinary woman playing the piano in the Nascent Soul stage, and he actually had the illusion of being touched.

At this time, the old man on the ancient pavilion slowly turned his head, looked at Han Ming with a smile, stood up, bowed to Han Ming, and said loudly: "But fellow Daoist Han? I have seen fellow Daoist in the Seven Spiritual Sons of Xiayi Pai Pavilion!"

"It turns out that he is a fellow Taoist Qi Lingzi. He has heard of the name of Daoist for a long time. He is well-known for his long time. He has long been admired for a long time!" Han Ming and several others appeared on the ancient pavilion. He bowed his hand gently and said with a smile.

At this time, the pretty woman stood up gently, hugged the guqin that was taller than hers, and bowed to Han Mingying: "I have seen this immortal elder!"

Han Ming just nodded slightly and didn't care much about this little mortal female cultivator.

"Come on, Fellow Daoist Han, sit down first!" The old man made a call and then sat down with Han Ming.

"Let's beep in the song Daxian noisy." The old man said softly, and continued to look at Han Ming.

The woman bowed gently, sat down again, stretched out her slender fingers, gently plucked the guqin, and a wonderful sound of the guqin flowed out from the strings and echoed in the ancient pavilion.

"It made fellow Taoist Han laugh. I was a casual cultivator. I was a psychic master in the early years. Even if I occasionally embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, I did not change my habit of liking to listen to the piano! Her name is Mu Ling'er, and I was a master of piano music that I had found after spending a lot of effort. My attainments in piano music are rare in the world. Listening to the sound of the piano is simply enjoyable!" The old man smiled and said, then flipped his hand and took out a pot of spiritual tea.

"Then Han is thankful for the Qi Daoist today. He can actually listen to Miss Mu's piano!" Han Ming smiled and took the cup of spiritual tea handed over by the old man, but was surprised to find that it was Jiuxiang Spirit Tea again.

Jiuxiang Spirit Tea, a spiritual tea that is rarely obtained in the God Transformation Stage, is very useful for the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Stage, was so ordinary? First, it was the bitter spirit, but now it is the monk in the strange robe pavilion, and can even take it out to treat guests.

Could it be that somewhere I suddenly found a large number of Jiuxiang Ling Tea?

"Take a sip of tea!" Han Ming suddenly adjusted his eyebrows and exclaimed: "This spiritual tea is really extraordinary, but it has cost a lot of money for fellow Taoists!"

"Some spiritual tea is nothing compared to what we are going to talk about next!" The old man shook his head and smiled.

"Oh?" Han Ming's face looked a little strange when he heard this, but instead smiled and said, "It's true!"

"Gui Meng sent a message saying that he planned to sell the two stones, but he didn't know how to sell them. Is it still the agreed price?" Han Ming thought for a moment and added with a smile.

"The two pieces of the mother-in-law are not going to be sold. This time, I asked fellow Daoist Han to come out, which is about another thing. I need to confirm it with fellow Daoist!" The old man picked up the spirit tea, took a sip, and said with a smile.

The old man's face was full of indifferent expression, but Han Ming's expression suddenly changed. He did not expect that the monks in the strange robe pavilion knew the two stones and did not plan to sell them, but he used this as an excuse to lure him out!

Han Ming's face suddenly became cold, and his magic power began to operate, ready to take action at any time. Although the other party was a great monk, he dared to be so close to him. With a sudden attack, the magic dragon blade could solve it with one knife!
Chapter completed!