With Chun'er's help, Han Ming quickly cleared all the cold breath wrapped in the triangular ghost heads in the Niwan Palace, and regained his control over the entire body. When he sensed the physical condition, his heart sank again.

The attack of that sword light is divided into three types: targeting the soul, body and cultivation. The triangular ghost head that is now targeting the soul is being taken over by the soul has been cleared, but there are two other means to rage in his body.

The most serious damage was the attack on the body. The attack carried a large number of special cold air, which continuously eroded Han Ming's body. If Han Ming's molten gold body and Luohu's body had not been activated, they would have turned into a pool of blood at this time.

Despite the strong body, Han Ming was not feeling well. The essence and blood in his body were quickly exhausted. The originally red and golden skin turned dark yellow. The scales also faded, and folds appeared on his strong body, and the thick black hair was rapidly drying and turning white.

But in a moment, Han Ming got older by dozens of years old, from a young man in his 22 or 3 years old to an old man in his 60s and 70s. His eyes were no longer clear and became chaotic.

If this continues, Han Ming's body will probably die completely.

Han Ming used several secret methods to remove the cold air, but it turned out that it didn't work at all. The cold air seemed to have taken root in his body, and there was no magic power or spiritual light, even the power of the reverse Yuan was useless.

This made Han Mingxin sink to the bottom.

As for another attack on cultivation, it finally broke through the defense of the Dantian and rushed to the middle of the Dantian. However, the faint light with a cold air stopped here and faced a golden elixir, a Luohu's natal crystal core, and a ball of dark bone true flames. He didn't know which one to attack.

After a brief moment of hesitation of the faint light, the golden elixir and Luohu crystal core were controlled by Han Ming and suspended on the central sword pool. Only the ball of dark bone true flame could not be controlled, and it was still floating quietly, slowly burning.

The ghost light originally decided to attack the Jindan. Even if it was not destroyed directly, it would at least be a little dirty. But unexpectedly, the golden dan ran to the central sword pool. The sword pool had a central bone sword, which formed a field of its own. Han Ming himself tried hard to get things in, and the ghost light couldn't get through.

There was only the real flame of the Nether Bone outside the sword pool. The faint light suddenly trembled and rushed towards the real flame of the Nether Bone, but it turned out to be ignited like a moth to the fire. With a "pop", it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

The true flame of the Nether Bone who was provoked by the light trembled slightly, as if he was looking for something that "offends" it, but he was not found in the dantian, but he found some similar aura in the meridians outside.

A spark floated out of the true flame of the Nether Bone, flew out, and flew out of the Dantian, and reached the meridians outside.

As soon as it flew out of the Dantian, the spark turned into a long river of white flames, wandering along the major meridians. Anyone who encounters the cold and cold breaths along the way will melt away without any sluggishness.

The faint light that made Han Ming helpless was vulnerable to the face of the true flame of the Nether Bone. This was the real nemesis that he met.

The white fire river flowed along Han Ming's meridians and rushed back to the dantian, turning into a small spark again, floating back to the slowly burning true flame of the dark bone.

Although the cold and cold energy of the Tiangui Sword in his body was cleared, Han Ming collapsed to the ground, with thick folds all over his body, his old face was pale and bloodless, and he was still trembling.

Han Ming's appearance now is like the kind of old man who lives to the age of 110 or 20, and it is hard to take a breath.

Han Ming's physical body was damaged so severely, not because of the damage of the Tiangui Sword, but because of the true flame of the Nether Bone. It flowed around his body and took away 70% of his vitality, just like the time when the true flame suppression spell was used many years ago.

Although the true flame of the Nether Bone is in good condition, every time it runs, it will kill five hundred enemies and damage one thousand of them, which will cause great damage to the molten gold body and Luohu body. Especially this time, the injury is very serious and will not be cured without more than ten years of warming up.

Han Ming struggled to stand up, but he was weak all over and could not stand up. If Concubine Wei, who had not arrived in front of him, would have almost fallen to the ground again. The battle just now seemed very long, but it was Han Ming's spiritual activity. In fact, it was just a flash of things. Concubine Wei had time to come.

"Why is it so hurt!" As Concubine Wei spoke, she took out a small jade bottle, poured out a elixir with a strange fragrance and fed it to Han Ming.

"Don't worry, you can't die!" Han Ming squeezed a smile with great difficulty.

Concubine Wei detected Han Ming's body, roughly understood the injury, and let out a light breath, then she looked at her eyebrows: "I'm still stubborn, I've said I'll kill me directly, and I have to show off myself!"

"It's okay, he's hurt no less than me!" Han Ming shook his head, then looked at the half-kneeling on the ground not far away, spitting black Chi Yuqi.

Just now when Chi Yuqi's black sword light attacked, he did not just defend. He also instantly used the Qingblind Heavenly Jue and the Wanhua Poison Eye that had been condensed for a short time, and ended up hitting the attack.

Chi Yuqi slowly raised his head, and two lines of black and smelly black blood gushed out from his empty eyes. The stained robe was black blood, which could not be stopped at all. Not only that, Chi Yuqi's body was full of poisonous spots the size of eggs, layer by layer, and his face was covered with all the hideous appearance.

Chi Yuqi tried to stand up, but he knelt on the ground again, and sprayed out a mouthful of dirty blood. The dirty blood sprinkled on the stone wall, burning through the stone wall several feet deep, and emitting black smoke.

Using his last magic power, Chi Yuqi took back half of the blue-black wooden sword that was collapsed by the Tianhuo Furnace, and released the three flowers' painstaking corpse demon, and fainted directly.

The three flowers' painstaking corpse demon looked at Chi Yuqi's unconscious Chi Yuqi. His six iron-green eyes turned, and at the same time they showed their sharp corpse claws. They clearly wanted to tear Chi Yuqi apart. But at this moment, a jade pendant hanging on Chi Yuqi's neck flashed gently, and three seventh-level copper corpses roared sharply, and the backlash was suppressed. They reluctantly supported Chi Yuqi's unconscious and broke through the stone wall and flew outward.

Concubine Wei originally wanted to go hunting him down, but looking at Han Ming, who was dressed in a thick and thick mouth, she gave up the idea and wanted to support Han Ming to leave here and take him to a safe place for a good exploration.

"Don't worry, go downstairs first to see if there are any spiritual objects, and don't spend any time!" Han Ming shook his head, then looked at the magma pool below. He wanted to talk about "The Second World Immortal and Fairy Dao" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, find a friend~

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