?The ghost baby sat on Han Ming's shoulder, frowned with two small eyebrows, and looked at the feet in confusion, forgot to bite the body of the female cultivator of Taiyi Sect in his hand. When his little hand was loosened, the female cultivator's corpse fell to the ground, bloodied.

"This feels so strange. It's both disgusting and wanting to get close to you!" Guiying said to herself.

Han Ming paid more attention to the ghost baby and was a little surprised. This ghost baby was usually laughing and joking, decisive in killing, and seemed to be moody, but after understanding these days, Han Ming could still roughly see his character.

This ghost baby should have a broad vision, far away from ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. The "big things" in the eyes of ordinary monks are all small things that are not worth mentioning to it. For example, the countless secret realms and secret treasures of the Fallen Immortal Origin, it doesn't care at all!

This was the first time Han Ming saw the ghost baby looking solemn. His little face broke, and his face was full of seriousness, which made Han Ming feel a little nervous, for fear that the ghost baby would not be in a good mood and suck his blood.

"Let's go down and take a look!" Guiying patted Han Ming's bun and ordered.

Han Ming nodded and walked forward, while the ninth-level old ghost raised his foot and followed Han Ming.

Soon, Han Ming and others saw a stone staircase that looked unusual, radiating white light, with thirty or forty bronze lions on both sides sitting upright on both sides with broken legs.

"There seems to be a powerful ban on this stone staircase. Senior, do we still have to go forward?" Han Ming stopped before the stone staircase on the stage and asked with some hesitation.

"Well, there are indeed restrictions, and there seems to be some tricks!" Guiying frowned and looked at the stone staircase in front. She tilted her head and thought about it, then got up, stepped forward, and disappeared from Han Ming's shoulder.

The next moment, with a "pan" sound, the chubby figure of the ghost baby appeared on the stone stairs. It was planted from mid-air and fell firmly on the stone stairs, knocking out a crack in the hard world.

The ghost baby slowly stood up, twisted his broken neck, and grinned, "The gravity of the primordial magnetic field is interesting, but that's it!"

The ghost baby jumped up, then clenched his fist, and punched the stone staircase under his feet. A deafening sound suddenly appeared, and the surrounding buildings began to shake violently, as if a mountain collapsed and the ground was cracked.

With the ghost baby's fist as the center, the cracks like spider webs quickly extended, extending for about ten feet before slowly stopping.

The ghost baby smashed the stone stairs with one punch, but the ghost baby seemed very dissatisfied. He was a little surprised that he did not directly destroy the formation without a punch.

"Interestingly, I'd underestimate this formation, which can absorb spiritual power and repair itself!" The ghost baby squatted down, held his small chin, and looked at the slowly healing stone staircase.

After pondering for a while, the ghost baby put his chubby little hand on the stone stairs and slowly sensed it with his eyes closed. At first, his face was very calm, but not long after, his face changed drastically and he immediately withdrew his hand back.

"I said why is it a bit familiar? It turns out that it is the power of the spirit, but what is the power of the spirit? Why can't I remember it again!" The ghost baby patted his little head hard, with a look of annoyance on his face.

The ghost baby stood by the stone stairs and patted his head. However, the bronze lions on both sides of the stone stairs did not mean that the ghost baby destroyed the stone stairs or for some other reason, they opened their eyes as big as lanterns and shook their eyes at the ghost baby on the edge of the stone stairs.

"Ao, ao, ao." With a series of low roars, thirty or forty bronze lions moved their claws at the same time and surrounded the ghost baby.

The bronze lion was very moving, and the ghost baby was woken up from his distraction. It looked sideways at the dozens of lions around it, raised its hand without thinking, and drew a dark golden sword light, which flashed and slashed on the bodies of the two bronze lions.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!" A series of purple sparks exploded, and a purple scar appeared on both bronze lions' chests, about two feet deep and four or five feet long. However, such wounds were barely considered skin injuries for bronze lions with a body of more than ten feet.

The body of this bronze lion is so hard that even the magic weapon of the Nascent Soul cultivator is afraid that he can only barely hurt it, but he cannot kill it.

After glanced at the two almost intact bronze lions, the ghost baby smiled coldly and gently pinched the other side. The purple wounds on the chests of the two bronze lions began to extend, and at the same time, there was a strange purple flame on it.

The ghost baby pinched his fingers and heard a "Hula." With a sound of "Hola", the purple flames instantly exploded, forming a purple fire of about ten feet, burning wildly, and the flames rushed out about ten feet, completely covering the two bronze lions.

The purple flame came and went faster. It was just a short breath and slowly extinguished. It seemed that it had never appeared before, but the two bronze lions with only sporadic skeletons at the ends confirmed the power of the purple flame.

With a "boom," the two bronze lions' broken skeletons slowly fell to the ground, second only to the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage and whose body is comparable to that of the Nascent Soul Stage magic weapon, was burned to pieces in just one breath.

"Ghost Holy Fire!" Han Ming opened his eyes wide, unable to believe his eyes at all. He actually saw this ghost holy fire again, and it was still in this distant Nether Bone Big 6.

The first time I saw this kind of ghost sacred fire in Dibei, in the ancient city under Kyoto in Jiangguo, there was an old ghost with a strength comparable to the fifth-level ghost king, and a vague ghost prince. They could all use this kind of ghost sacred fire. They were clearly the same origin and the same nature as the ghost fire cast by the ghost baby now, but the power of the holy fire at that time was far inferior to that of the ghost baby.

According to Chun'er, the old ghost in the underground ancient city used only the prototype of the ghost holy fire, but now the ghost baby is definitely the authentic ghost holy fire, the terrible flame that the Nascent Soul-stage monks would avoid when they encounter it!

Han Ming's guess about the strength of the ghost baby has reached a higher level again. This ghost baby may be stronger than the old zombie of the Corpse King Peak.

The ghost baby looked at the bronze lions around him and was about to continue using his methods. But at this moment, the entire stone staircase suddenly roared, and black and green gases rippled out around him. He slightly closed in the middle and rushed towards the ghost baby.

The black and green gas trembled slightly and entangled the ghost baby. With the means of the ghost baby, he could not get rid of it for a moment.

At the same time, accompanied by the sound of "Gugugu!", the more than thirty bronze lions actually began to merge, one was tired and soon they turned into a bronze giant beast more than a hundred feet tall.

The bronze giant beast suddenly raised its claws and grabbed the ghost baby tied by the black green gas. Before its claws arrived, the oppressive momentum had already arrived first, blowing the ghost baby's wide black robe roar.

The strength of this bronze giant beast has clearly reached a certain level. Even the tenth-level monster is probably not an opponent in front of it.

Han Ming widened his eyes and looked at the stone stairs in a daze. The ninth-level old ghost behind him was also the same. It was not much better than Han Ming. Obviously, this man and the ghost felt unbelievable about the mutation in front of him. The stone stairs were so powerful that they created the existence of bronze giant beasts.

The ninth-level old ghost behind Han Ming stared at the bronze giant beast, while Han Ming focused his main mental power on the black and green gas that trapped the ghost baby. His eyes were full of doubt. The black and green gas gave him a feeling that it was too strange, and it actually attracted the body of the monster.

After touching a black scale that was faintly visible on his right arm, Han Ming frowned completely. The monster body actually wanted to overwhelm the human body and gain the initiative of this body. Han Ming had a premonition that if it weren't for the great damage to the essence and blood of the monster body, he might have manifested it at this time and rushed over independently.

"Yin Ming Qi!" The ghost baby glanced at the black and green gas tied to his body. His little face was full of panic and struggled hard, but he didn't expect that the black and green gas became tighter and tighter.

"Boom!" With the deafening roar, the bronze beast's claws had fallen down, and he firmly slapped the ghost baby trapped by the black green gas below.

"Master Tiangui!" The ninth-level old ghost behind Han Ming shouted, ran forward, stood at the edge of the ladder, and was about to cast a spell to lure the bronze giant beast away.

A trace of bright color flashed in Han Ming's eyes. If this ghost baby died here, wouldn't it be a big surprise? He seized the opportunity and used his means to escape from a ninth-level old ghost. He was a little sure of having to do so. Moreover, there were many Taiyi Sect monks around here, so he should not be saved by death!

Surrounded by dozens of monks with a strength comparable to fake babies, the ninth-level old ghost could only retreat!

The bronze giant beast slowly raised its huge claws, revealing a blood-colored paste below.

The brighter color in Han Ming's eyes was even stronger. With the attack just now, the ghost baby seemed to be photographed into a meat paste. This kind of injury was useless even if he had an immortal body. He was determined to die. Han Ming slowly mobilized his magic power and was ready to seize the opportunity to escape at any time.

The ninth-level old ghost on one side had a dismal expression. What's going on? The backer they had worked hard on with their resources and died inexplicably on a stone staircase.

This old ghost cannot accept it at all. Why can the monks of Taiyi Sect pass through it? But their Tiangui can't get through it? This is completely unreasonable. The ninth-level old ghost does not think that the strength of Taiyi Sect can be comparable to that of the ghost baby.

"Is it possible that Lord Tiangui attacked the stone stairs just now that something happened?" The old ghost in the ninth level thought so.

Han Ming secretly gathered all his magic power, grabbed the thunder bead with one hand and pinched the magic tricks with the other hand, ready to release the flying sword and fly away from the sword. But at this moment, a familiar child voice sounded in the ears of him and the ninth-level old ghost.

"This stone staircase is a bit strange. If you can't get through, just go around. Master Gui goes in alone!" The ghost baby's somewhat faint figure stood at the other end of the stone staircase, glanced at Han Ming and Bai Ni, then walked straight to the hall behind the stone staircase, and slowly pushed open the huge bronze door.

At this time, the flesh-like flesh on the stone stairs turned into a faint ghost shadow and dissipated. It looked exactly like the ghost baby. The ghost baby clearly used a method similar to the death talisman.

The ghost baby was not dead, and Han Ming immediately put away his methods and did not run away immediately.
Chapter completed!