After a while, Han Yiming saw the black snake tightly wrapping around Xiaoguai's neck and biting it at Xiaoguai's dragon head! He screamed in anxiety, but fortunately Xiaoguai struggled hard and avoided the bite!

Han Yiming couldn't get close and could not help him, so he could not surpass the dragon and snake. He could only look at Xiaoguai and Qingzhubiao for a while, and was so anxious that he was getting angry.

At this time, Han Yiming deeply regretted that he had never carefully learned the magic in the secretary of the head. He knew that Lingshan had many wonderful magic in it. As long as he looked at it carefully, he would definitely see it. Unfortunately, he couldn't see it, so he was helpless without the Lingjian and could not help.

Xiaogui's body is bigger than a spirit snake, but most of the dragon scales on his body have been broken, and many scales have fallen off, revealing large pieces of flesh. Although he is struggling to fight with the spirit snake, he is already at a disadvantage. The spirit snake is still intact, and not even a piece of snake scale is damaged.

The fragrance in Han Yiming's nose became stronger and stronger, and he became more and more anxious. After Xiaoguai was defeated, he must have died, and he and Qing Zhubiao could not escape death, and everything was over!

The star was in the West Sea at this time, and he couldn't come back. The blue-eyed white lion was close to him and would not pick him up. Han Yiming was almost desperate, and his mind was concentrated on the battle between the spirit beasts in front of him, but he floated far away.

Suddenly the spirit snake bit Xiaoguai's head and neck again. Xiaoguai was already wrapped around the front paws by the black snake. Both of its claws were entangled by the spirit snake and could not wave it. The spiritual lights on the spirit snake's body filled it with it, and several pieces of shattered dragon scales fell off.

Han Yiming could no longer scream, looking at Xiaoguai with a sad heart, helpless and powerless.

Suddenly a black shadow flashed out, and a blurred figure appeared beside Xiaoguai and the spirit snake. The shadow came very quickly. He appeared on the spot, between Xiaoguai, the spirit snake and the green bamboo label.

This was just a vague black shadow. Han Yiming couldn't see who he was. He just saw a blue light holding in his right hand. After a while, he saw a sparkling sword. The black shadow was agile and waved his right hand and slashed at the black snake.

The sword carried countless green lights towards the black snake, and hit the black snake and turned into nothing, but Han Yiming had already heard a harsh and shrill roar.

The man's sword did not slash the black snake, but a green light slashed the small sharp corner on the black dragon!

In an instant, the black snake's body dissipated. Before the black snake could bite Xiaoguai's neck, it stopped biting it immediately and turned toward the shadow.

Han Yiming has known how important the timing is. He saw Xiaoguai's life in his breath, but in a blink of an eye he saw the black snake twisting his head and neck, knowing that the opportunity must not be missed, and he will never come again. As long as Xiaoguai fights back, he can escape!

But Xiaoguai was powerless. The black snake twisted its head and neck. It just barely moved, and it was unable to bite the black snake!

Han Yiming was so anxious that he could not help but saw the black snake biting the shadow. The shadow disappeared instantly, and the black snake bit the empty space. At this time, the shadow appeared on the other side. With a wave of the green light in his hand, it had already slashed through the black snake's neck and cut off the black snake's head!

In an instant, the black snake became smaller, and in a blink of an eye it was only three feet long and could no longer hold on to Xiaoguai and landed on the ground with Xiaoguai.

Xiaoguai's body fell down and the dust swelled up below. Han Yiming looked at the black shadow and cut off the black snake. The black shadow no longer blurred and appeared in a human form.

This man is slender, neat and handsome, and his eyes are flowing with shiny light. His face is very familiar. Han Yiming looked at it for a moment and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Wu Ming!"

This man was Wuming, but Wuming at this time was not similar to Wuming who he knew. Wuming at this time did not have long hair dissipated, his long hair was tied into a clean and tidy bun. His eyes were full of spirit and no longer looked ignorant.

He glanced at Han Yiming, and his figure became blurred again, and then disappeared without a trace after a moment.

At this time, the heavy pressure on Han Yiming's body had disappeared, but in fact, he was extremely surprised when he saw Wuming, who was different from usual, and was stunned.

Suddenly, he heard Qingzhubiao say, "You have to help me. Hurry, he is dead, don't be afraid." He still couldn't press the flame, and the flame was still one step faster than him.

Han Yiming was about to go over Xiaoguai to help him, and to see Qing Zhubiao stretching out an arm behind him.

The arms were thin, white and slender, with slender palms and beautiful fingers. They pressed down on the flames on his arm.

The flame flashed unsteadily, and suddenly flashed on the side before the hand fell. The hand still fell to the point where the flame flashed before, but it fell on Qing Zhubiao but just pressed the flame down.

In an instant, a sharp scream resounded throughout Yunxiao, and Han Yiming also felt the vibration under his feet, and the door of the dark room opened.

He didn't have time to look at it anymore, so he turned around and ran towards the way he came. He wanted to go into the secret room to snatch Ruxin out.

The Wanxu Temple behind him is no longer the same as before. The dust is flying and the house collapses! Han Yiming suddenly couldn't tell what it felt like in his heart. What's the difference between this and when Lingshan was destroyed?

He didn't have to look closely and knew that the Pingbo Sect's disciples had disappeared countless times. Pingbo's disciples had normal cultivation. Xiao Guai fought with the spirit snake and had destroyed this place. Countless Pingbo Sect's disciples were wiped out in their sleep!

But Han Yiming didn't have time to sympathize with these innocent disciples. The battle between Lingshe and Xiaoguai was turned upside down, and it would definitely alarm Pingbo. He said that he was already on the way back and had to go into the secret room to rob Ruxin out.

He had already recognized that the arm that stretched out to help Qingzhubiao and held the flames down was Lingxin! Lingxin's cultivation was naturally not the same as Qingzhubiao. Her spiritual flower cultivation had unique spiritual power. Even if she was not Pingbo's opponent, her spiritual power was definitely much higher than Qingzhubiao, so she could hold the spirit fire down. But from the harsh voice of Lingxin, she was also burned by the flames.

Han Yiming had already seen a large cauldron that was used to burn incense for pilgrims on weekdays, and an entrance appeared on the ground. This was the entrance of the Wanxu Temple Secret Room. Pingbo could move the opening mechanism of the Secret Room, but could not remove the Secret Room as well. It was still in its original place.

Han Yiming ran to the side of the secret room and saw that it was pitch black below. He calmed down and stepped into it.

His feet were empty and he had already fallen straight down. After a moment, he had support and stood in the darkness. Han Yiming looked up and saw that there was only dark black above. He didn't know the direction, so he calmed down and lit the candlelight of the Brahma Heart.

The candlelight of Fanxin illuminated the place where he stood, and Han Yiming saw himself standing on a magic circle, which had ink marks, cinnabar, and talismans written in golden lacquer.

Even though Han Yiming didn't recognize the talisman, he had seen this situation. He had seen such many talismans when he saw the head of the Deer King here.
Chapter completed!