Han’s Immortal Path

In the depths of the Qingling Mountains, a dense bamboo forest from time to time heard a burst of sound that resounded through the sky, and the fire blazed into the sky.

In an open area, a large number of cyan bamboos broke down.

Han Debiao and Liang Youshan are standing next to each other, their faces are slightly pale, and there are many brown blood stains on their clothes.

Three men and one woman surrounded them, headed by a tall and thin old man in a green robe. The old man in the green robe had well-defined features and long beards.

"Daoyou Chen, I said, your people in Qingxia Valley were killed by the cultivators of the Golden Wolf Society, and it has nothing to do with us."

Han Debiao frowned and said with a heavy tone.

He and Liang Youshan organized a demon hunting team to make a living by hunting monsters and killing monsters. Life is still going well, but after a long time, it is inevitable that there will be frictions with other demon hunting teams, and prey snatching happens from time to time, without the support of Yuanying monk. , Han Debiao can only try to avoid conflicts with other demon teams.

His ideas are very good, but other demon teams don't think so, conflicts happen from time to time.

Not long ago, Han Debiao led the demon hunting team to hunt down the monsters. When the monks of the Golden Wolf Society killed the monks of Qingxiagu, he ignored the principle of doing more. But the people of Qingxiagu thought they were with Jin. The cultivators of the Wolf Club teamed up to destroy the cultivator of Qingxia Valley.

Han Debiao felt that they had been wronged, but Brother Qingxiagu didn't believe it.

"It's irrelevant? Since it's irrelevant, what are you running for? Honestly follow us to see the owner of the valley, and leave it to his elders to decide."

The Qingpao old man said with a cold face, Qingxia Valley and the Golden Wolf will often break out of friction, this is not the first time, but this time Qingxia Valley's loss is relatively large, damaging eight pill formation cultivators.

"Friend Daoist Han, don't explain to them, kill it! I don't want to hand my life to others."

Liang Youshan gave Han Debiao a voice message, so there is nothing wrong with it. If Qingxiagu wants to take the opportunity to get rid of them!

The enemy's friends are also enemies. Qingxia Valley and Golden Wolf Society sent people to win them, and they were not able to win them. They were worried that they would take refuge in their enemies, and it was entirely possible to kill them.

Han Debiao also understood this, and nodded: "It seems that Silver Spring Valley can't stay. Let's do it and kill it."

The broken spirit stick in Han Debiao's hand showed a dazzling aura, a sweeping sweep, the void oscillated and twisted, and there was a piercing sound of breaking into the sky, heavy stick shadows swept out, like a hill, and smashed against the green-robed old man.

The old man in the green robe felt a strong wind coming under his face mask, and it became difficult to breathe. He hurriedly offered a bluish shining flag, shook it lightly, and let out a blustery gust of wind to greet him.

The cyan wind was like paper paste, torn apart by the shadows of heavy sticks, the waves of air billowed, and the shadows of heavy sticks hit the ground. The ground burst suddenly, and dozens of thick and long cracks appeared.

The old man in the green robe just stood firm, a piercing sword sound rang, countless white snowflakes fell from the sky, the temperature plummeted, and Liang Youshan shot.

"Do it, don't talk about killing it."

The green-robed old man said solemnly and killed Han Debiao and Liang Youshan. They can still deal with the Gu Master. Now that they have done it, there is no need to keep their hands.

A gust of wind blew, and the dense white snowflakes turned into a sharp white sword energy, and went straight to the old man in the green robe.

"I'm here to stop Fellow Daoist Han, you go and deal with her."

A **** man with a big waist and a round black shirt said solemnly, the three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling black light, and it smashed into the void of Han Debiao, a piercing sound of piercing sounded, the void oscillated and distorted, and the dense gray light blades flew. It shot out, like a big net of death, covering Han Debiao.

The dense gray light blades are not yet close, the wind is blowing, a lot of flying sand and rocks

Han Debiao snorted softly, and the spirit-breaking stick in his hand was like a white scorpion in the waves, greeted him with a powerful aura of destruction.

Rumble!

The spirit-breaking stick smashed the dense gray light blades, and the powerful air wave broke a large number of bamboos at the waist, and smoke filled the sky.

The black-shirted man and Han Debiao fought close, the three-pointed two-edged sword kept colliding with the broken spirit stick, bursting out a powerful wave of air, sparks splashing everywhere.

"Be careful, Fellow Daoist Wang."

A hurried man's voice suddenly sounded.

A white giant sword that exudes a cold chill fell from the sky, like a white full moon descending on the world, and slashed towards the black-shirted man.

The black-shirted man's face changed, and he hurriedly swung a three-pointed two-edged sword to greet him. At the same time, billowing black air emerged from his body, turning into a thick black light curtain. This was more than that. He wore a small silver coin on his chest. Suddenly, Shuo burst into a dazzling aura, and then a silver light curtain emerged, with two defenses, one silver and one black.

Keng!

The three-pointed two-edged sword collided with the Great Sky Great Sword, and a powerful wave of air broke out. The ground was shattered, and a crack of more than 100 feet long appeared, and the sky was full of smoke.

A powerful gang wind came oncoming, the black-shirted man's hair flew in the wind, and countless sands and stones were blown away.

He looked up, Han Debiao took out a gleaming small axe at some point and struck it at him.

A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and the sword of the white giant sword rose sharply. He quickly injected mana into the three-pointed two-edged sword to resist the white giant sword.

A small axe with gleaming aura fell from the sky and slashed on the black light curtain.

The two light curtains of black and silver were like paper paste, and were chopped to pieces by a small axe, and the big man in black shirt was also chopped in half by the small axe, and blood flowed to the ground.

There was a deep joy in Liang Youshan's beautiful eyes. At this moment, Han Debiao's hasty voice suddenly sounded: "Fairy Liang, be careful."

A jet-black ball wanted Liang Youshan to fly, and the runes on the surface of the ball flashed, exuding a violent breath.

Before Liang Youshan had time to avoid it, the black ball burst suddenly.

Hearing a deafening roar sounded, a group of dazzling black thunder lights lit up, covering a radius of several miles, with a wave of air.

Hundreds of green bamboos were broken by powerful air waves, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.

The green-robed old man's eyes were cold, he seemed to perceive something, waving the cyan flag in his hand, hundreds of green wind blades flew out, hitting the ground one after another.

After the loud noise of "Boom Rumble", the Dali Golden-backed Ape broke out of the ground, kicking its legs to the ground, like a sharp sword from the string, straight to the old man in the green robe.

The old man in Qingpao reacted quickly, his figure shook, and he suddenly appeared dozens of feet away.

He just stood still, a miserable woman's voice sounded, his face changed, looking towards the source of the sound, Han Debiao was holding a gleaming small axe with blood on the axe blade, and a woman fell into a pool of blood. Among them, the corpse separated.

Han Debiao, like a humanoid beast, rushed towards the short and chubby yellow shirt youth.

The young man in the yellow shirt was frightened. The small yellow mirror in his hand showed dazzling aura, and countless yellow runes appeared on the mirror. Yellow thunder fires flew out and hit Han Debiao.

Han Debiao waved a small axe, smashing the yellow thunders to smash, and the waves were billowing.

The young man in the yellow shirt turned his hand and took out a scarlet gold ball. Judging from the violent aura emanating from the scarlet gold ball, it was obviously a low-grade magic weapon.

The one-time magic treasure, Jin Yanzhu, is made of gold glass stone as the main material, collected from the sky fire, and is comparable to the full blow of the monks in the late stage of alchemy.

He threw Jin Yanzhu out and instantly appeared in front of Han Debiao.

The small axe in Han Debiao's hand struck the Jin Yanzhu, and a dazzling golden light lit up. A large piece of golden flame enveloped Han Debiao.

At this moment, a figure rushed out of the golden fire without warning, it was Han Debiao.

Han Debiao was wearing a thick black armor, which covered his body. His body was red, and his skin felt a tingling tear.

"A magic weapon for flying!"

The yellow shirt youth noticed that Han Debiao's boots were shining with dazzling aura, which was obviously a flying magic weapon. No wonder Han Debiao moved so fast.

The small yellow mirror in his hand burst out with a dazzling yellow light, and a thick yellow thunder fire flew out and went straight to Han Debiao, in a posture to kill Han Debiao.

Han Debiao snorted softly, and the Seven-Star Spirit Slashing Axe in his hand showed dazzling aura and slashed in front of him.

The yellow thunder fire was chopped in half by the Seven-Star Spirit Slashing Axe, and the Seven-Star Spirit Slashing Axe went straight to the yellow shirt youth to cut it away.

"Do not······"

A miserable man's scream sounded, and the Seven-Star Spirit Slashing Ax cut the yellow shirt youth in half.

With the Huoyun flying boots in hand, Han Debiao could easily get close to other alchemy monks.

The old man in Qingpao was so scared that his soul flew into the sky, turning into a blue light, and submerged in the blue flag, a harsh whistling sound sounded, and his whole person turned into a green and misty wind and fled towards the distance.

A white giant sword came oncoming, blocking the path of the blue gust of wind.

Keng!

With a muffled sound, the white giant sword was blown out, but the cyan wind stopped.

There was a piercing sound from behind, and dense red fist shadows swept across, hitting the blue gust of wind one after another.

After the rumbling noise, the cyan wind was smashed by the dense red fist shadow, and the old man in the green robe fell from a high altitude, his face pale, and a lot of blood was stained on his clothes.

Before he landed, a white long rainbow descended from the sky, piercing him to the heart, turning his whole person into a large rain of blood, and there was no whole body dead.

Han Debiao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he has been hiding himself. No one knows that he has a top-grade flying magic weapon, otherwise the outcome will be unpredictable.

At this time, the black thunder light dissipated, and Liang Youshan sat paralyzed in a huge pit, her face pale, her breath wilted, her towering chest undulating, and her breathing fast.

Han Debiao hurriedly flew over and asked nervously, "Fairy Liang, how are you doing?"

"Friend Han, hurry up...hurry up."

After Liang Youshan said this, she passed out, and the white giant sword fell from a high altitude.

Han Debiao checked carefully and found that Liang Youshan seemed to be poisoned.

Some one-time magic weapons will be cultivated with some poisons to strengthen the attack, but it can't stop the pill formation stage physical cultivation, but for other pill formation cultivators, it is still very troublesome.

He hurriedly put away the things on the ground, fed Liang Youshan a detoxification pill, held Liang Youshan around his waist, and flew towards the high altitude, followed by the Dali Golden Back Ape.

Three days later, Han Debiao returned to Silver Spring Valley. Liang Youshan's lips were white, her body was trembling, and her head was sweating profusely. Obviously, she was poisoned by some kind of strange poison, and ordinary antidote pills could not detoxify at all.

Han Debiao's heart was heavy. He originally wanted to leave the Qingling Mountain directly, but halfway through, he found that Liang Youshan's condition had deteriorated.

If you don't get timely treatment, Liang Youshan may be dead.

After careful consideration, Han Debiao returned to Silver Spring Valley. No matter how powerful Qingxia Valley was, he would not dare to do anything against him in Fang City.

Han Debiao hugged Liang Youshan and quickly attracted the attention of other monks.

He ignored the strange gazes of others and came to the Silver Spring Tower.

The Silver Spring Pagoda is the same as before, with many monks coming in and out, which is very lively.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Han, what's going on?"

Chen Ming walked out of the Silver Spring Tower and was a little surprised to see Han Debiao holding Liang Youshan who was unconscious.

"Daoyou Chen, it's great to meet you, please contact Fairy Ouyang, I'm looking for her in a hurry."

Han Debiao's tone was quick.

Chen Ming glanced at Liang Youshan who was ailing, nodded, and said, "Friend Daoist Han, please come with me."

Half a quarter of an hour later, they appeared at the gate of a very large manor, a street sparsely populated.

Chen Ming sent a sound transmission note. Not long after, the courtyard door opened and Ouyang Xue walked out.

"Fairy Ouyang, my good friend has been poisoned. Please help. Han is grateful."

Han Debiao said sincerely, he didn't know anyone in Zhongtian Continent, and only Ouyang Xue could be found.

Ouyang Xue took out a cyan porcelain bottle, poured out an emerald green pill, stuffed it into Liang Youshan's mouth, and poured clean water.

"Friend Daoist Han, you send Fairy Liang to my place, Chen Ming, you go ask Uncle Qi to come over."

Han Debiao responded and walked in with Liang Youshan in his arms, and Chen Ming led the way.

After a while, they appeared in a three-story cyan attic. Liang Youshan was lying on an antique cyan wooden bed, her eyes closed tightly, her face turned black, and her breath seemed to be absent.

"Friend Daoist Han, what the **** is going on? Tell me clearly, I can find a way to save Fairy Liang."

Ouyang Xue asked.

Han Debiao hesitated for a while and told the story again.

"Qingxia Valley? If I didn't guess wrong, that person should have used Xuan Lei Zi. This insidious magic weapon is refined with many poisons, and the general antidote elixirs are useless at all."

Ouyang Xue frowned and said ~www.readwn.com~ Han Debiao's heart sank and asked: "Fairy Ouyang, with the strength of your Ouyang family, there should be a good antidote!"

"Of course there is, but we will not give it to outsiders, let alone sell it easily."

The voice of a man full of breath suddenly sounded.

As soon as the voice fell, a somewhat humpbacked old man in golden robe walked in. The old man in golden robe had a round face, big eyes, fair complexion, and piercing eyes. Looking at the powerful spiritual pressure on his body, it was obviously Yuan Ying monk.

"Uncle Qi, you can show Fairy Liang first! It's important to save people."

Ouyang Xue urged.

The old man in the golden robe nodded and stepped forward to check.

"Yes, it is indeed Xuan Leizi. This poison can only be solved by our Ouyang family's antidote sacred medicine Qian Ling Miao Xin Pill."

The old man in the golden robe said solemnly.

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