"Junior brother, don't think so. Even the Saint General of the Yiling was unable to refine the blood of the demon ancestor in this lake. How could our little Nascent Soul stage mobilize the blood demonic spirit in it?" The demon cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul shook his head and spoke like this, and then added: "Don't think about this, release the soul of the Yiling Holy General's split. After so many years, I don't know if the demon soul of the Saint General is still there."

"Senior brother, don't worry, the saint general has a high cultivation level. He has long been united with the five elements and has got rid of the life span. Unless it is for some special reason, the soul splitting of his master cannot disappear!" The demon cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul comforted him slowly.

‘"I hope this is the case, otherwise some of our efforts will be in vain!" Another demon cultivator comforted himself, then rushed forward suddenly, then kicked the ground hard, turned into a rainbow, rushed towards the island in the center of the lake, and rushed to the island in the center of the lake.

There is a prohibition on air around, and even the Nascent Soul stage cannot rise into the air. Now, this demon cultivator with a cultivation level of the middle Nascent Soul stage can only cross the Demon Lake with his body, but the island in the center of the lake is four or five miles away from the shore. The demon cultivator only flew to a small half on his body and began to fall.

The demon cultivator fell obliquely toward the dark magic lake, but the demon cultivator was not in a hurry at all. He just slapped the storage bag and threw out a piece of blue refining material. He turned around and stepped on it, then soared into the air again. He rushed out and used the same trick again. He quickly approached the small island in the center and got closer and closer to the dark goat.

The demon cultivator behind the Nascent Soul was not negligent. He learned from the previous demon cultivator and used the use of small-use refining materials to cross the Demon Lake and rushed towards the middle.

.........

Five days later, Han Ming turned out from behind a rock, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After these days of full refining, he finally completely solved the Fengxuan ghost spirit.

According to Han Ming's plan, the next step was to leave here and escape outside. According to the records of the Ten Thousand Formations Book given to him by Xiang Fei, the portal should have almost recovered. He could open the portal again according to the techniques in the Ten Thousand Formations Book.

Han Ming raised his foot and walked out of the Black Giant Mountain. He planned to find a remote place and use the Buddhist beads on his neck to leave here. But after he walked around, an unexpected fact emerged.

The Sumeru Formation was actually just one of the formations surrounding the Black Giant Mountain. In addition to the Sumeru Formation, there were also Confucian, Taoist, demon clan, ghost clan and other formations. Without exception, each one was as difficult as the Sumeru Formation. His golden Buddhist beads only had an effect on the Sumeru Formation, and he could not get through the formations in other areas.

The coverage range of the Sumeru Formation is about one hundred miles. If he wants to go out, he must go out of the formation of one hundred miles, but the ninth-level old ghost is guarding outside the Sumeru Formation.

The coverage of the spiritual consciousness in the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage is about a hundred miles, and the old ghost outside is a ninth-level existence, and the coverage of the spiritual consciousness can reach 150 miles. It is also a ghost cultivator, and its mental power is naturally stronger than that of humans. It is not impossible to say that its mental power coverage reaches 200 miles. The outside of the Sumeru Formation was completely monitored by it!

Han Ming felt that he would be spotted by the old ghost outside when he had just left. He was afraid that he would be hunted down again. The Taiyi Sect's Dan-level cultivator was almost dead and no one could help him. He had little hope of escaping from the ninth-level old ghost.

Sitting in front of the Sumeru Formation and sighing for a while, Han Ming had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​escaping immediately, but instead calculated what to do next, whether to hide here or climb up the mountain, maybe you can find another exit.

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In the area of ​​the Dan Sect of the Artifact Array, the old zombie with wings on his back was on his head with a big black bell on his head, and his body was filled with golden corpse energy. Its expression was serious.

Opposite the Dan Sect of the Artifact Formation, a barefoot female cultivator wearing a three-color robe, each with a faint smoke on her white arms. It was vaguely visible that one of them was a three-color ruyi, and the other was a simple small mirror.

This three-color female pedicure stepped on a three-color giant flower. The rich three-color spiritual light was like a waterfall hanging from the sky. It rushed to the old zombie of the Corpse King Peak opposite, and fought with a large area of ​​golden corpse energy.

I don’t know where this female cultivator in the three-color robes came from, but she was able to compete with an existence of a golden corpse, and seemed to be not at a disadvantage.

The old man surnamed Yue was behind the old zombie and watched the battlefield from afar, stunned. He originally thought that after finding the Dharu Sect, he would be invincible and could easily take everyone down, but the Dharu Sect was hidden and had such an existence that could compete with his father.

Like the old man surnamed Yue, the Rakshasa girl from Dhara Sect brought the other three Nascent Soul stage female cultivators to come over, and when they saw the cultivators of the Artifact Formation Dan Sect came over, they ridiculed the other party for seeking death. After all, their Holy Spirit had all been distracted, but they did not expect that the Holy Spirit would be blocked by an old zombie.

Next to the Rakshasa woman, Bai Ni looked at the two powerful beings who were fighting in the sky, his face was full of wonderful expressions. He didn't have time to persuade him to fight, so why did he fight at all? In fact, there was no need to fight at all.

"Master, Senior Mandala, please stop first, but you can actually discuss it!" Bai Ni shouted loudly.

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In some unknown hall, six Nascent Soul cultivators from Taiyi Sect controlled thirty-six Ten Thousand Evil Swords to form a Ten Thousand Evil Sword Formation, which made the body a little weak, but was trapped in the middle with blood-filled ghost shadows.

"Hmph, what the Tiangui Sect created? It actually has such strength! If it weren't for the sword spirit condensed this time and could use the Ten Thousand Evil Sword Formation, my Taiyi Sect might have been broken here!" Feng Qingyang stepped on a black rat that was ten feet tall, and looked at the ghost baby in the formation quite solemnly.

"Hehe, I want to kill the ghost master with a small sword formation. Are you too arrogant?" The ghost baby hid in the thick blood mist and sneered.

"Hmph, it's just a ghost. You don't have a treasure at your disposal. How strong can you be? At that time, the ancestor Fengyuan Liu of this sect was great perfection, and it was invincible in the world. The only regret of death was that you could not find an existence of your level. Today, this sect will make up for the regret of ancestor Fengyuan Liu of this sect with the Ten Thousand Evil Sword Formation!" Feng Qingyang spoke coldly, then raised his hand and slapped it in front. The black mouse opened his eyes, and more than a hundred sharp sword intents rolled towards the ghost baby in the middle.

The Taiyi Sect monks said it very easily, but their serious expressions were betrayed. Faced with this kind of existence, even though the Wansha Sword Formation was there, they were still very nervous. I wonder if this Wansha Sword Formation could kill the other party in a reverse direction.

"Hmph, watch the sky in the well. Ghost Master will let you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick today!" The ghost baby grinned and began to pinch the magic tricks in his hand, clearly intending to use powerful magic.

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On the island in the middle of the Holy Demon Lake, a formation pattern drawn with blood was constantly circulating. A large amount of blood qi poured into the black goat beast in the middle of the magic circle, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any fluctuations.

"How could it be? Why didn't the Holy General's soul splitting has not appeared yet? Could it be that he really fell?" The demon cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul frowned and said.

"No, we have worked hard for so long, and it is impossible for us to fail!" Another mid-stage demon cultivator spoke softly, as if he was answering the words of another monk or talking to himself. Obviously he had no confidence either.

Both demon cultivators frowned and stared at the giant beast in the middle of the magic circle. However, a drop of black liquid flowed out from under the giant beast and continued to flow to the middle-stage demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

An hour later, the middle-stage demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul suddenly twitched and fell to the ground. He held his head and struggled a few times. Before the other demon cultivator could even check what he had given birth, the middle-stage demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul kicked his legs to death.

However, after five or six breaths, the dead demon cultivator suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were pitch black, with no white eyes at all, and he burst into laughter.

"Hehehehehehehehe, I'm finally out!" said the second immortal fairy.
Chapter completed!