Han Ming turned into a erratic phantom and shuttled back and forth, trying his best to avoid the three wind blades behind him.

The mysterious step given to Han Ming by Senior Brother Qi is worthy of being the most top light technique in the world. It can suddenly increase the degree by a large margin in a short period of time and turn it into a possibility. Every time Han Ming is almost cut off by the wind blade, he relies on this mysterious step to escape the disaster.

The light body technique is different from the steps of the mystery. The light body technique makes people as agile as a swallow. You can jump out several feet away with a little toe without any effort. You can fly on the ground with 6 feet of effort. Moreover, the light body technique can be practiced to great success or even briefly in the air. However, Han Ming is still far from practicing the light body technique to such an extent.

Relying on two completely different secret techniques of footwork and mysterious steps, as well as the hook trap in his hand, Han Ming could keep jumping and running around the stalagmites, but the wind blade could not catch up with him for a while.

Although he had been avoiding the wind blade technique commanded by the blood-robed man, Han Ming felt a pain in his heart. Due to the continuous use of the Mitsuo Step, most of his physical strength and true energy had been consumed. Although his mana was not as fast as his physical strength, he knew that once his physical strength was exhausted, he could not use the Mitsuo Step, and the next moment he would be cut into several pieces by the Blood-robed man's wind blade.

And the man in the blood robe actually held his hands behind him with one hand, directing three wind blades there with only one hand to continue chasing Han Ming. Seeing his calm and composed appearance, he seemed to be teasing a prey that could not escape.

"Hehe, it's another secret skill among mortals. You kid has learned a lot, but it's still useless. It's just a wild path. It depends on when you can escape." The blood robe's human spirit was calm and unafraid of Han Ming's misfortune.

At this time, Han Ming's face became very ugly, because the cave of stalagmites was cut off by the three wind blades, which made him leaps away from leveraging his power, and the situation became more and more difficult. He tried to cross the blood-robed man and rushed towards the entrance of the cave several times, but he was forced back by the wind blades.

After chasing Han Ming for a while, the man in the blood robe seemed a little tired of rushing around like this. With one hand, the three wind blades chasing Han Ming shook and turned into three gusts of breezes and dissipated. These three wind blades that could divide gold and break stones were actually formed by three gusts of breezes!

Han Ming had a chance to breathe at this time. He fell more than ten feet away from the robe, gasping heavily, but he still stared at the blood-robed man coldly, not daring to slack off.

"Boy, if you dare to destroy my protective magic weapon, I will definitely make you regret coming to this world, just so that you can add another blood evil to my blood evil gourd." The man in the blood robe said viciously, then reached into his arms and took out a blood-colored gourd the size of a palm.

The man in the blood robe narrowed his eyes slightly and made a magic seal on the gourd in front of him. The gourd actually turned around and turned it nimblely, and the gourd's mouth aimed at Han Ming.

The man in the blood robe suddenly shouted "其" and gently patted the bottom of the blood gourd with one hand. A blood-red mist rolled out from the blood gourd. The mist circled in the air and spread quickly, covering Han Ming.

Han Ming's expression suddenly became gloomy. The stone wall behind him had no way to retreat. Moreover, the blood-colored fog spread slowly, but in just two breaths, it completely covered half of the cave.

Before the blood-colored mist could cover Han Ming, he felt a bloody smell coming to his nose.

Although Han Ming once took the Poison Emperor Herb, it can be said that he is not invaded by all poisons, but there are many strange poisons in the world, and Han Ming cannot be immune to all of them. What's more, the blood-colored mist was released by the man in the blood robe, so he was even more afraid to ask for a try.

Han Ming immediately held his breath. During his five years in Zhu Chiyuan, he had practiced some secret techniques of Qimen, including one of which was a qi-receiving qi, which had reached a small level of success. Now Han Ming was able to keep his breath for about half a quarter of an hour without breathing.

Han Ming pointed his toes down, and he rushed behind him quickly, trying to get farther away from the blood-colored mist. He landed lightly in the innermost part of the cave, staring at the man in the blood robe.

However, the blood-colored mist still spread quickly and was covering Han Ming. It seemed that Han Ming could be completely covered in just five or six breaths.

Han Ming looked at the blood mist that was shrouding in his brows and frowned. He shook his hand and threw two fire bombs at the blood-robed man. The power of this fire bomb was quite powerful, but it was just that it was too slow to compare with the wind blade used by the blood-robed man, so he had not used it to counterattack before.

Two fire bombs flew straight into the blood mist, which shocked Han Ming. After the two fire balls hit the blood mist, they only made two "sniffs" sounds and then went out, just as if the usual fire balls were thrown into the water.

Han Ming really couldn't believe his eyes. He once threw a fire bomb into the pond, but the water in the pond was burned to heat up after a few breaths. There was still thick water vapor evaporated from the pond, and all the fish and shrimp in the pond were scalded to death and floated on the water surface. But now the two fire bombs were thrown into a thin layer of mist but were extinguished directly, which made the blood-colored mist fluctuate slightly. How could this not make him afraid?

When the man in the blood robe saw Han Ming throwing out two fire bombs but was swallowed by his own blood evil fog, he couldn't help but sneer: "Boy, don't waste your energy. My blood evil fog is condensed from the essence and blood of more than 600 people. Among them, there are two cultivators in the middle and middle levels of Qi training. Not to mention your two small fire bombs, even if you come with seven or eight more, you may not be able to cause any storm. You should just dedicate your body to become a part of this blood evil fog. Your soul may also be trained into a fierce ghost to help me improve the power of this blood evil fog."

After hearing the words of the man in blood robe, Han Ming's heart instantly fell to the extreme. He knew that if he was caught by the man in blood robe, he would be afraid that he would not be able to die.

Seeing the blood mist approaching quickly, Han Ming subconsciously retreated, but there were stone walls behind him, and where could he retreat? Han Ming reached into his arms and took out all the bottles and jars on his body. Most of these were poisons he used for the Yin people.

Han Ming sprinkled all the poisonous substances and quickly laid a layer of colorful poisonous fog all over his body. Although he knew that these poisonous fogs might not have any effect, Han Ming still laid it out, which was better than being left alone to slaughter.

The blood-colored mist sprayed from the blood gourd soon arrived in front of Han Ming and came into contact with the mist formed by the poisonous substances arranged by Han Ming. As a result, there was no suspense. The poisonous substances arranged by Han Ming and the blood-colored mist were melted away as soon as they came into contact with it, as if they had met a nemesis.

"Boy, Blood Evil Mist is one of the rare evil things. You poison is a joke in front of it." The man in the blood robe smiled coldly.

The blood mist had reached the face of Han Ming, who could not retreat. A trace of panic and despair flashed in Han Ming's eyes. Although he was precocious, he was just a 15 or 16-year-old boy. Now when facing the danger of life and death, he was also very scared, but it was not shown on his face.

The moment the blood mist was about to cover Han Ming, Han Ming suddenly waved his robe and covered the exposed skin on his face. Then he suddenly used the light slap and the mysterious step under his feet. He instantly rushed into the blood mist, and then rushed towards the entrance of the cave like an offline arrow, obviously preparing to escape.

Han Ming rushed into the blood mist and felt a trace of blood mist penetrate his covered clothes and drill into his body, but he didn't feel any impact. This made him wonder, but now he didn't have time to think about it. What he needed to do most at this moment was to escape quickly.

"Hey, what's going on!" The man in the blood robe was surprised, because he saw that Han Ming was not affected by the blood mist at all, and he was a little surprised, but he immediately returned to normal.

The man in the blood robe looked at Han Ming's figure coming, and couldn't help but sneer, then looked at Han Ming's figure coming in cold eyes, without any intention of stopping: "Just struggle to death."

When Han Ming saw the man in the blood robe looking at him with a sneer on his face, he couldn't help but feel something was wrong. He immediately wanted to turn around and dodge to the side, but his movements were still much slower.

Han Ming was planning to jump from a stalagmites to the stone wall next to him, but before he could jump to the stone wall, he was hit hard on his back by a pair of fists and instantly hit the ground from mid-air.

Han Ming was smashed very hard, and he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart. He could no longer lift a trace of magic power and true energy. He was like a pool of mud, slumping softly on the ground.

The man in the blood robe walked slowly to Han Ming, stretched out his feet to kick Han Ming, and sneered: "This fierce ghost trained by the soul of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training is amazing. He almost beat you to death with only half a piece of strength. Haha, it's not bad."

The man in the blood robe turned around and looked at a black shadow floating in the air, with a smile on his face.

The black shadow swayed and the figure became clear. It turned out to be a hideous ghost. There was no trace of skin on the ghost's body, and there was blurred flesh and blood everywhere. The fangs of several inches long were exposed outside the mouth, which looked very cunning.

The evil spirit floating in the air was very powerful, far from comparable to that of Chun'er's weak ghost. However, the evil spirit's eyes were dull and seemed to have no consciousness, and far less agile than Chun'er's agility.

"Train him over, I want to refine his flesh and blood into this Blood Evil gourd. If there is a slight possibility, I will also train his soul into a ghost in the Blood Evil gourd, and endure the scorching of the Blood Evil day and night. This is much more painful than being scorched by the scorching sun, and it will also repay this kid for destroying my protective treasure." The man in the blood robe smiled gloomy and walked towards a slightly flat place, then sat cross-legged there.

The ghost floating in the air was very obedient. It grabbed Han Ming's ankle and dragged Han Ming toward the man in the blood robe.

This cave has become a mess after being destroyed by the three wind blades of the blood-robed man. There are gravels everywhere. Han Ming was dragged on the ground and his body hit the stones from time to time, causing the wounds on his body to collapse and a lot of blood flowing out, and the white robe inside is dyed red.

Han Ming was half-conscious and was still spitting blood foam in his mouth. It was obvious that the fierce ghost's punch just now hurt his internal organs, and he was seriously injured and had no strength to resist at all.
Chapter completed!