Han Ming hid in a dark corner and used his crystal jade cloak to completely cover his body without revealing any breath.

After checking the condition of his whole body, Han Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly. He really killed one thousand enemies and suffered 800 damage. His condition is extremely unhappy now.

The battle with the fuzzy ghost in the foundation-building stage just now seemed short, but he used top-quality spiritual weapons to cast a large number of talismans and other magical techniques that consumed a lot of magic power, and more than half of the magic power was consumed.

In this battle, he also forcibly activated several Red Shadow Needles, which greatly damaged his mental power, making him feel tired from time to time and he was about to fall asleep.

In addition, the most important thing is the physical damage. He was hit by the ghost-headed sword before. Although the dragon scale armor blocked the physical attack, a stream of dark force hit his body through the dragon scale armor, hurting his internal organs. Moreover, he used the crystal jade cloak to move. His fragile body was already overwhelmed and reached the verge of collapse.

Han Ming looked at his legs that had swollen a circle due to congestion, and then he made a cruel decision. He took out a small jade bottle with his hands, poured out a blood-red pill from it, raised his head and took it, meditated on his body, and started to exercise his skills.

An amazing thing happened. Han Ming's legs swelled slowly and turned into an ordinary size again. Except for the blood-red color that did not recede, everything else returned to normal.

"This Ten Thousand Blood Pill combined with the Collecting Decision is really effective as mentioned in the classics. It stimulates potential in a short period of time, forcibly suppresses the injuries in the body, and increases the toughness of the body out of thin air, which can last for a whole day. The next step is to continuously use the crystal jade cloak!" Han Ming pinched his blood-red legs hard, but there was no pain, and all he could feel was numbness.

"But this time, if you don't need to take care of it for a long time, you may not be able to recover as before. In the next year, your cultivation will stagnate!" Han Ming breathed deeply, as if he wanted to exhale all the negative emotions in his heart.

If it were not forbidden to do so, Han Ming would rather suffer a severe injury for a month or two than use this domineering secret technique, because once it is used, it will waste more than a year of his cultivation. His qualifications are not good, and there is no hope of building foundation before the age of fifty. Now he has been wasting a year in vain, which makes the possibility of upgrading to the foundation-building stage a little smaller!

"Forget it, it's better to waste a year than to throw your life here. The zombie can see through the invisibility of the crystal jade cloak. Once his prince brother is captured alive by me, it's only a matter of time to find him. If there is no certain self-protection strength, how can I negotiate with him?" Han Ming sighed slightly, and secretly prayed that what Qiao Yushan said at the beginning was not a lie.

After Han Ming was sure that all the injuries on his body were suppressed, he turned his hand and took out a medium-grade spirit stone that he usually couldn't bear to use, trying his best to absorb the spiritual energy in it, and restore as much mana as possible.

Just as Han Ming hid in the corner and recovered his mana, the black-haired iron zombie, a thousand feet away, raised the token in his hand forward. The huge skeleton ball in front of it suddenly fell apart, and tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers fell back to the ground.

The skeleton soldier fell back to the ground, revealing the foundation-building cultivator of the Nine Formation Sect who was slumped on the flying boat inside. Judging from his appearance, it was obvious that his magic power had been exhausted.

The black-haired iron zombie laughed, raised her foot and stepped forward, and suddenly turned into a phantom and disappeared. However, after a few breaths, it appeared in front of the flying boat of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Nine Formation Sect, and thrust it violently downwards.

The shield outside the flying boat seemed to be made of paper, and was easily broken by the black-haired iron zombie. The black-haired iron zombie smiled and disappeared again. The next moment, it appeared in front of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator of the Nine Formation Sect, who was full of despair.

The black-haired iron zombie directly hit the chest of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator without any hesitation.

There was no miracle to be born, and this monk in the Foundation Establishment stage died on the spot.

Hei Mao Tie Zombie waved his hand and put away the body of the Foundation Establishment Cultivator. He waved his hand and sucked the formation spirit plate and a storage bag that fell to the side into his hand, and smiled.

The black-haired iron zombie tilted her head and thought about it, and then she made a gesture to tell her that the dwarf ghost of the emperor, and then the dwarf ghost told her that the matter here had been resolved.

However, the magic trick in the black-haired iron zombie's hand was halfway through, and her face suddenly changed. She immediately raised her eyes and looked towards the disciples of the four sects. She looked in disbelief on her face. How could it not sense the aura of the dwarf ghost? None of them could sense it. Could it be that the dwarf ghosts were killed?

The black-haired iron zombie immediately had a bad premonition coming to my heart. Its emperor's brother was extremely favored by its father's emperor. The practice of martial arts and condensed ghost bodies were the same, not a zombie body like it. If this emperor's brother had an accident next to it, its father would definitely not let it go.

Hei Hair Tiezon realized that the fuzzy ghost might have had an accident, so he did not dare to stay. Instead, he hit his chest with both hands, and his body grew sharply. At the same time, hard hair grew wildly from his body.

In just two or three breaths, the black-haired iron zombie turned into a giant beast like a black bear.

"Turn." The black token in black iron zombie's hand flashed slightly, and its huge figure disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, not far from where the disciples of the four sects gathered, the black-haired iron zombie suddenly appeared on a city wall.

As soon as the black-haired iron zombie appeared, he stared at the disciples of the four sects gathered together. Then, without thinking, he directly hit the ground with four claws, and ran towards the disciples of the four sects like a chariot.

The appearance of the black-haired iron zombie out of thin air really scared the disciples of the four sects, but they were not too weak. They all reacted immediately and released spiritual weapons to attack the black-haired iron zombie.

The black-haired iron zombie completely ignored the spiritual weapons. It roared suddenly and directly crashed into twenty or thirty spiritual weapons. It stretched out a big claw like a palm fan and slapped it horizontally. Any spiritual weapons in its fan were knocked out like flies.

Of course, there were also many spiritual weapons around the back of the black-haired iron zombie and hit the black-haired iron zombie hard. However, the black-haired iron zombie's whole body was extremely hard, and many spiritual weapons did not cut its body at all. Even if some spiritual weapons cut its body, they only left a few inches of wounds. Compared with the huge body of the black-haired iron zombie's two or three feet, it was really insignificant.

The black iron was extremely stiff. After breaking away the spiritual weapons, he broke into the crowd of disciples of the four sects.

It was like a hungry wolf entering the flock of sheep, and the disciples of the four sects were scattered in birds and beasts, and their faces were full of panic. This monster was too powerful and was definitely not an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

With a wave of the black-haired iron claws, he grabbed a disciple of the four sects closest to it, and bit his shoulders down with one bite.

Heimao Tiezun grabbed one of them and stopped to chase the disciples of the other four sects.

"Where did my emperor brother go? Where did the dwarf ghost servant go?" Hei-haired Tiezo opened his bloody mouth and asked viciously.

The man who was caught by the black-haired Tiezon was bitten off the shoulder, blood splattered all over the floor, his face covered with cold sweat from pain. Looking at the black-haired Tiezon's bloody mouth, the disciple of the sect was frightened and his whole body was trembling. He didn't think about it and replied tremblingly: "Those dwarf ghosts were killed by the masked man with a red and golden flame, and the foundation-building ghost cultivator was also captured by him. We don't know him."

After hearing this, the black-haired iron zombie suddenly reduced a little. As long as the emperor's brother was not scattered, everything could be saved. Even if his father punished him, he would not be too strict.

"Crack." The black-haired iron claws suddenly exerted force, and immediately pinched the Qi training cultivator in its hand into two sections.

After that, Heimao Tieden glanced at the disciples of the four sects around him, and no longer paid attention to them. Instead, he sniffed his nose, moved his limbs, and ran wildly in a certain direction.
Chapter completed!