Han Lin suddenly rolled on the spot, barely avoiding a fatal slash from a sword that shone with cold light.
"You are the Xuan monk who was at the entrance of the Ice Flame Cave before!" Han Lin rolled a foot away and took a closer look. He saw a Xuan monk holding a big sword. It was the two Xuan monks who had pushed him over at the entrance of the Ice Flame Cave.
One of the monks was a Xuan monk who was in the second level of the Divine Transformation Realm. Han Lin's eyes turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "You want to kill me?"
The Xuan monk was holding a sharp sword. At a glance, he knew that it was a high-quality weapon made of Xuan iron. Although it was not as good as Xuan soldiers, it could cut iron like clay. The Xuan monk had a gloomy face and said, "I have no choice, no.
If I kill you, will you let me go?"
"How did you get here?" Han Lin glanced at the entrance of the Ice Flame Cave opposite the Black Bone Poison Swamp. The other Xuan monk was no longer there. The distance between the Ice Flame Cave and this side across the Black Bone Poison Swamp was only two meters.
A mysterious cultivator in the God Transformation Realm may not be able to survive with all his strength. When I came here, I fell into the Black Bone Poison Swamp because of my poor grasp. If I hadn't relied on the Underworld Holy Body, I would have been dead.
Saved.
"Do you want to know how I got here?" The Xuan monk's face became more gloomy, and he clenched the handle of the big knife in his hand tightly.
"Could it be..." Han Lin thought for a moment and seemed to have thought of something.
"That's right, I stepped on the body of another Xuan monk to cross the Black Bone Poison Swamp!" Xuan monk gritted his teeth and said: "We are not willing to die here. Even if we are going to die, I will fight with all my strength! Kill you.
, get this cub of an ancient relic!" His greedy eyes fell on Xiao Jian, who stared at him with a pair of big golden eyes, as if giving a warning.
"Hmph, you think you can kill me?" Han Lin said calmly, his tone full of disdain: "I believe you have also seen that the Xuan monk at the third level of the Destruction Realm died in my hands..."
"I can see clearly that you did kill a great expert at the third level of the Destruction Realm. Unfortunately, because of this, you also exhausted your profound energy, and now you are just at the end of your strength!" Monk Xuan showed no fear at all.
Looking at Han Lin, his eyes were full of fanaticism: "As long as I kill you and get this cub of the ancient relic, I will be the biggest winner this time in the Black Bone Forest!" He shook the big knife in his hand, preparing to rush over and kill him.
Han Lin was hacked to death with a knife.
Han Lin looked very calm on the surface, but he started to panic on the inside. This Xuan monk had obviously been blinded by greed. No matter what he said, he would not change his mind unless he killed him. Naturally, Han Lin didn't mind killing him.
Get rid of this Xuan monk, but the problem is that he can't be killed at all.
Han Lin is still very weak and does not have the confidence to speak. Although the Holy Body of Huangquan is quickly restoring his mysterious energy, due to the sealing of the acupoints by silver needles, his meridians are currently blocked and he is unable to operate the mysterious skills. He just avoided the Xuan monk
When the fatal knife was struck, he even used strenuous efforts and barely managed to dodge it with his physical strength.
The sword strike just now was just a very ordinary sword move, and Han Lin was able to avoid it. If the Xuan monk used Xuan Gong to attack, he would never be able to avoid it.
Are you going to die at the hands of this unknown person?
Han Lin regretted it again. It seemed that he was too careless and not ruthless enough. If he had killed all those people while killing Zhao Shanhe, leaving no one alive, he would not be in this situation now.
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"Han Lin, you have killed so many masters, but you didn't expect that you would die in my hands in the end!" Monk Xuan sneered: "After I kill you, I will give you your head and the cub of this ancient relic."
When you get to Yuan's house, tell me that you killed the original Black Dragon and the masters of the three major ranger groups, and then I caught the chance and killed you. In this way, I can get endless glory and wealth in my lifetime!"
Han Lin secretly used Xuan Gong. Even if his meridians could not withstand it, he could not just wait for death.
"Wow!" Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved his skills, the acupuncture point at his heart ruptured again, causing him to scream in pain, and the mysterious skills that had not yet started to work immediately dissipated completely.
"Looking for death!" The Xuan cultivator was filled with anger. He held a big sword and rushed over. As he swung the broadsword, cold light burst out. Although he only had the cultivation level of the second stage of divine transformation, it was far less than that of the divine transformation stage.
Although he is capable of controlling Qi weapons, this sword move is enough to cut gold and cut iron. Han Lin is unable to use Xuan Gong, Huang Quan Holy Body, and Inanimate Sword Body are useless. With the strength of his body, he can't use this sharp sword.
It's like tofu, there is no suspense, death is certain.
The sword energy cut across Han Lin's body, leaving a series of wounds.
Once that big knife cuts over you, your head will definitely move.
call out--
Suddenly, a sharp and piercing sound suddenly sounded in Han Lin's ears, and then the Xuan monk paused. The big knife in his hand was hit by something, rolled back, and cut off his head again.
go out.
A leaf fell lightly in front of Han Lin.
Han Lin was stunned.
The impact of a leaf actually caused the sword move of the Xuan monk to roll back and bite him. This is too exaggerated. Even the most powerful Xuan monk cannot achieve this level with his Qi weapon. At least in this world.
Han Lin knew that even a master at the third level of Destruction Realm would not be able to do it.
The Xuan monk fell down with blood spurting from his neck, and his dead head fell into the black bone poisonous swamp, instantly melting away and no longer existing.
Han Lin looked around calmly, but the surroundings were quiet and he found nothing.
唳——
Suddenly, a bird of prey chirped from the sky. Han Lin suddenly raised his head and saw the big blue bird with white flames burning on its head swooping down, menacingly.
"Xiao Jian!" Han Lin couldn't move, but he quickly ordered Xiao Jian, raised his hand, and sucked Xiao Jian into the bracelet of the King of Beasts. Immediately, the big green bird swooped down and grabbed it with a pair of powerful claws.
He stayed on both sides of Han Lin's shoulders and flew away from the Black Bone Poison Swamp.
What is the origin of this big cyan bird? Could the mysterious man who just killed someone be the owner of this big cyan bird? What is their purpose? Han Lin has thousands of questions in his mind. He still clearly remembers,
He was thrown into the Black Bone Poison Swamp by this big cyan bird. If it weren't for the Holy Body of Underworld, he would have died long ago. Now this big cyan bird appears again, where is he trying to catch him? Could it be?
You think throwing it into a poisonous swamp won't kill you, so now you want to try throwing it into some other scary place?
The big cyan bird flew over the Black Bone Forest and flew in the direction of Xuanming Mountain.
Han Lin saw a volcano from a distance. The volcano seemed to be alive and was emitting thick smoke.
God, is this big blue bird planning to throw me into the lava of the volcano?
Han Lin broke out in a cold sweat. His heart veins were damaged now, and he couldn't even operate Xuan Gong. Even if it could operate, the underworld holy body would definitely not be able to withstand the burning of the volcanic lava. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move.
Pain, so-called, affects the whole body with a single trigger. If the heart meridians are damaged, the meridians of the whole body will be affected. He now knows how painful it is for those whose meridians and heart meridians are ruptured by the fire of his Red Lotus Buddha.
Fortunately, the big blue bird did not intend to throw Han Lin down the volcanic lava, but flew straight over the active volcano and entered the Xuanming Mountains.
Entering the Xuanming Mountain Range, Han Lin saw a completely different situation from the Black Bone Forest.
The trees in the Black Bone Forest are already huge, but compared with the trees in the Xuanming Mountains, they have turned into bushes. Every tree in the Xuanming Mountains is a towering tree, among which the monsters
Beasts come and go, and you don’t know how dangerous they are.
The big blue bird flew straight into the depths of the Xuanming Mountains.
Han Lin was in the air, looking far and wide. The Xuanming Mountain Range was indeed like the legend, stretching for tens of thousands of miles. To the south of the mountain range stood a mountain peak reaching into the sky, which was the main peak of the Xuanming Mountain Range, Xuanming Mountain. The Xuanming Main Peak
It is said that there is a Xuanming Palace, in which numerous masters of Xuanxiu are gathered. However, this Xuanming Palace is not a Xuanxiu sect and has only been mentioned in legends. There are even legends that there is a temple-protecting item in this Xuanming Palace.
The treasure belongs to the Master of Xuanming Hall. Whoever can challenge and defeat the Master of Xuanming Hall can become the new Master of Xuanming Hall and get this treasure.
As for what this treasure is and what magical abilities it has, no one knows.
Han Lin didn't even know if the Xuanming Palace really existed.
But now, the direction that the big blue bird was heading seemed to be the main peak of Xuanming. This made Han Lin curious. Could it be that this big blue bird was raised by the masters of Xuanming Palace and had just rescued it?
Is my person the master of Xuanming Palace?
If this is the case, then why did the masters of Xuanming Palace come to find me?
Confused in his heart, Han Lin had no choice. In his current state, relying solely on the recovery power of the Underworld Sacred Body would not be able to repair the damage to his heart, and he would only become a piece of meat on someone else's chopping block.
However, after the big blue bird flew a certain distance, it suddenly swooped down and landed in a valley, not heading for the main peak of Xuanming.
"Boom!"
Han Lin was thrown into a lake by the big blue bird. After drinking a few sips of lake water, Han Lin endured the severe pain all over his body and swam to the shore.
He struggled to climb ashore, feeling exhausted and in pain all over. It turned out that his whole body was covered with bone marrow-eating insects, gnawing at his body.
"Little brother, come here, I'll buy you a drink." At this moment, a strange middle-aged man's voice rang.
Han Lin was startled. He looked around and saw a white-haired middle-aged man in a long gown smiling at him in a small grass pavilion by the lake. He was holding a transparent wine glass in his hand.
Dark red liquid.
"Don't be nervous, little brother, it's very safe here." The middle-aged man saw the vigilance in Han Lin's eyes and said with a strange smile: "This is the Medicine King Valley. Even the most ferocious monsters in the Xuanming Mountains dare not step into it.
Half a step into the valley. The name of the big blue bird that brought you here just now is Baiyan Qingluan. It is a heaven-level monster that has a deep understanding of human nature. It will not harm people's lives without the order of its master."
"Medicine King Valley..." Han Lin struggled to stand up and looked at the middle-aged man in the thatched pavilion with confusion: "Is the senior the Medicine King Meng Wuwei and Senior Meng?"
The middle-aged man in front of him was at most the same age as Han Lin's father Han Chong, but Han Lin had heard his grandfather Han Xu say that Meng Wuwei was well versed in the art of refining medicine and could even refine the magic medicine for beauty, even though he was much older than himself.
Much older, but still middle-aged. In fact, no one knows how old Meng Wuwei is. They only know that as early as two hundred years ago, Meng Wuwei's name was already widely known in the Xuanxiu world.
spread.
"Little brother, you don't have to be so polite. Since you are the guest brought by 'her', Meng will treat you well." The white-haired middle-aged man smiled and said: "You are injured and have exhausted your energy, so why not come over and accompany you?
Meng, let’s drink a glass of ‘dragon-waking wine’!”