He raised his hand and put the body of the Jade Spirit Fairy into the spirit beast bag of the ghost-headed insect. Han Ming did not give the three above a chance to react. He took a little under his feet and turned into a golden escape light again, rushing towards the three people in the sky.

"He is too strong, don't let him get close to him, don't hide his weaknesses, everyone will use the bottom of the box to automatically!" The old man with white beard reminded loudly, then pulled it to his neck and pulled off a string of small black skull necklaces.

"Qi!" The white-bearded old man crushed the skull necklace and sprinkled the black powder into the sky.

Although the black powder was just a handful, it turned into a rolling black fog when it flew out, covering the white-bearded old man. It not only blocked his vision, but also hindered the monk's mental power exploration.

"Junior Brother Lan, try to trap him, I will break his defense!" The big man carrying a giant axe said to the Blue Pupil Cultivator beside him, then raised his hand slightly and pulled down the black giant axe behind him.

He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a large stream of black and red blood towards the heavy giant axe. The strong man held the handle of the axe in both hands, and the demonic energy in his body surged towards the giant axe, making the giant axe buzzing continuously, as if it was spiritual.

With the urging of the strong man, the waves of the giant axe became stronger and stronger, and the aura became heavier. It was as big as a bucket, but the body was as thin as dry wood, and it appeared on the surface of the axe, swallowing the surrounding demonic aura.

A series of extremely heavy and violent auras rippled out of the giant axe. It was not like a giant axe, but like a terrible monster that was chosen to devour.

On the other side, the blue-pup monk looked at Han Ming who was rushing towards him, and there was not much panic on his face. He just took a deep breath and raised his foot to meet Han Ming. There was a faint blue ocean in his pupils.

"Wind water rises!" The blue-pup monk raised his hand gently, and circles of blue halos surged out from his eyes, but in an instant it disappeared again.

The next moment when the Blue Pupil Cultivator cast a spell, Han Ming paused, stopped in the air, frowned and looked around. All the surrounding mountains disappeared, replaced by a sea-colored ocean, with magnificent waves.

Looking at the changing scenery around him, Han Ming was quite strange. Unexpectedly, there were still people in this Demon Sect who were proficient in pupil techniques, and they looked not low-level. They were a mental control method.

Although he clearly knew that the surrounding ocean was just an illusion formed by the other party's pupil technique in his mind, Han Ming could not find any flaws. This was the illusion that was used in his spirit, not the real existence.

Although practicing the three essences and summits of the Dan Sect is of great benefit to his mental power, it is impossible for his mental power to increase by three times if he does not practice to achieve great success in less than eight hundred years.

Han Ming’s mental power is indeed not strong enough now, but he is at the same level. It’s okay to meet an ordinary cultivator, but it’s not a big disadvantage. However, when facing a cultivator who cultivates mental power, he will be a little restrained. The cultivator on the other side’s blue-eyed cultivator has obviously stronger mental power than a cultivator of the same level!

The monks of this Demon Sect reacted quickly. If they were not easy to break through physical body, they would start from the mental power.

Han Ming found out about the surroundings and frowned again. His mental strength was temporarily considered his shortcomings, so it was difficult to break them out!

However, Han Ming was not in a hurry. Even if he was trapped, the other party could not do anything to him. Now his molten gold body only activated a small amount of power and could take over their ancient treasures. If they were activated, they would stand here and be a living target, so that the other party would not be able to attack, not to mention that he had no urge to actuate Luohu.

After absorbing the essence of the Silver Iron Essence, the molten gold body has become incredibly powerful, completely ignoring the attack in the Dan Killing Stage. He has plenty of time to find loopholes, so there is no need to hurry.

"Do you want me to help?" Ran Qixi sent a message with a smile.

"How can you speak again? Now that you are in this state, how can you help? This is the mental eye technique. The mental power is not stronger than the other party, so it cannot be broken at all!" Han Ming spoke with a little annoyed. Ran Qixi's current state gave him a headache. He always peeked at his every move outside and could not control it.

The secret method that Yi Ling taught him seemed to be able to imprison Ran Qixi for a while. As long as she wanted to break it, it seemed that she didn't take much effort. She seemed to have not spoken, but just gave Han Ming a symbolic face.

"I said I can help you, if I can, do you want it? If you want it, I will help you break the spiritual eye technique immediately!" Ran Qixi giggled again.

"I used to call myself a little maid and called me a young master, but now I have become you, I am? If you don't want your help, I just want to use a small pupil technique, I don't believe that he can always use it? How long can it be trapped?" Han Ming spoke coldly, raised his eyes and swept out into the distance, and a green light appeared in his eyes.

"Just stubborn!" Ran Qixi snorted softly, and then a spiritual map was heard: "Although the little maid cannot break the mark and cannot see through the illusion of the spiritual eye technique, she can sense the evil aura on the three people to sense their range. Just take action against the person who used the eye technique there."

Han Ming raised his eyebrows, coughed, stared at the map given to him by Ran Qixi, and stared at a certain wave through a row of huge waves. The green halo in his eyes flashed continuously, and a blue light flashed away.

The next moment, the blue ocean around disappeared and turned into a steep mountain again. Han Ming was alone against three monks. The white-bearded old man came out of the black fog, and a five-meter-high black magic shadow stood behind him. The sturdy man held up a huge black axe, accumulating magic power, and preparing to attack with all his strength.

At this time, the blue-eyed monk was in a mess. He covered his face with his hands, but he could not block the blood fountain that was gushing out. There were two charred eyeballs in the palm of his hand, and there were still some blue light flashing.

"Ah, my spiritual eyes!" The monk Lantong screamed.

"It's a pity!" Han Ming bounced his fingers at the young man with blue pupils, and a faint sword light flashed away. In a moment, he arrived in front of the young man with blue pupils, and the monk Blue pupils still seemed to have not yet realized it.

"Junior brother, please avoid it!" The other two cultivators from the Demon Sect reminded that they would rescue them with a gesture at the same time, but it was too late.

Losing his eyes, the Blue Pupil Cultivator could not detect the direction of Han Ming's sword light that was isolated from his mental power. When his ears heard the subtle sound of the sword light breaking through the air, the sword light had already pierced his eyebrows and killed his soul.

With the help of Qingblind Heaven to kill the second person, Han Ming turned his head and looked at the remaining two monks, smiled slightly, and still had white teeth.

Without hesitation, Han Ming jumped toward the strong man, and at this time, two of his side were raided and killed in succession. While shocked, the strong man was also furious. He glanced at the black giant axe above his head, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes, completing the last step of inspiration.

Holding the handle of the axe, the strong man stepped on it and flew twenty or thirty feet. With one move, he slashed Huashan and collided head-on to Han Ming.

The big-headed ghost crawled out of the giant axe, roared and stared at Han Ming with a pair of scarlet eyes. His little hands, like dead branches, hugged the moon in both hands, carrying huge power, and blessed the giant axe.

This giant axe actually has an ancient treasure with a spirit of weapon, and it has an amplification effect on the power of the ancient treasure.

Seeing this, Han Ming grinned, clenched his fists, and soared into the air without fear, and punched the axe blade of the giant axe.

But just as the two were about to collide together, a slim figure in a green skirt emerged from Han Ming's body, and opened his mouth and sucked it gently at the black giant axe.

As soon as the figure of the green skirt came out, the big-headed ghost, who was not too sane, seemed to have seen something extremely terrible. He instinctively rolled back into the giant axe, but it was too late. He just screamed in horror a few times and was pulled away by the irresistible strange suction force.

Swallowing the big-headed ghost, Ran Qixi patted his belly with satisfaction, snorted proudly at Han Ming, shrank gently, and crawled back into Han Ming's body.

At this time, the giant axe that had lost its weapon spirit seemed to have suffered considerable damage, and its power decreased by half. The violent aura on it disappeared without a trace, leaving only a solid axe light.

His weapon spirit was swallowed by an inexplicable female cultivator, which made the strong man full of horror and wanted to stop and leave immediately, but at this time the arrow was on the string and could no longer retreat, so he could only slash it down.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the black and golden shock wave exploded instantly, cutting off all the trees around three or four miles.

Han Ming raised his head and met the terrifying gaze of the strong man. The nine-layer scales on his palm were broken through the fourth layer, but he successfully grabbed the axe blade.

"You are already very good to do this, although you only used half of your body!" Han Ming said with a smile, then raised his hand slightly, preparing to continue to attack the strong man, but at this moment, a giant demon shadow rushed forward.

"Thief, die, look at my Three Devouring Real Demonic Art!" The old man with white beard slapped Han Ming with a palm, and the black demon shadow behind him also posed in the same posture as he did, and waved his palm.

The surging demonic energy covered Han Ming's entire attack on the mighty man temporarily stopped Han Ming's attack on the powerful man.

"Junior brother, take action and kill him together. My magic skill specializes in swallowing spiritual energy. It has great restraint on spiritual cultivation and can also melt and swallow flesh and blood. Even if his body is extremely strong, it is impossible to break it immediately!" The old man with white beard shouted softly, then pinched the magic trick, controlling the demon shadow behind him and activated a mysterious magic trick, as if he was using some powerful magic trick.

"Is that right? I originally planned to be the last one, but since you want to die first, I'll do you!" Han Ming's cold voice came from the fog, and then a small blue monument on six sides flew out of it, and flew over the white-bearded old man.

The six-sided blue monument formed a circle, scattering the Buddha's light in the sky, covering the white-bearded old man and the demon shadow in the middle.

"Suppress the Demon!" Han Ming's faint voice came from the demon fog, and then the six-sided small monuments were smashed down together, and more than a dozen ancient demons on it roared and screamed in unison.

Looking at the ancient demons screaming on the demon-suppressing monument, the white-bearded old man's pupils shrank, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. However, he was covered by the blue Buddha light and could not escape. He had to bite the bullet and pinch the magic tricks, raise his hands high, and hold up in the sky, "Three Demon-Devouring Golems, break!"

The black magic shadow made the same posture as the white-bearded old man, raised his hand to support the sky, and resisted the suppressed small monument. However, when Fang contacted it, it was directly shattered and almost didn't have a trace of resistance.

"This is impossible, you cannot be so strong, you are not a fake baby, this is absolutely impossible!" The old man with white beard only had time to scream, and the demon shadow behind him was smashed together.

At this time, there seemed to be a hole without a ground inside the black monster trapping Han Ming, tearing the demonic energy, and soon it dissipated completely.

With a gentle smell, he swallowed the last wisp of demonic energy into his mouth, and then put away the six-sided demon-suppressing deputy monument. Han Ming looked at the last strong man and still grinned.
Chapter completed!