"Haha, Junior Brother Han Second, this place will be your residence in the future. See if you are still satisfied?"
Two three generations of disciples led Han Ming to the mountain group on the Third Ring and landed on one of the mountaintops.
In front of me is an extremely huge building filled with a sea of clouds, and its area is just two points larger than a small city on the Beimeng Continent.
And there are dozens of such buildings on the same mountain.
In other words, there are at least dozens of three generations of disciples on each mountain, and there are hundreds of peaks in this third ring! There are nearly ten thousand disciples in the third generation.
There were thousands of small divine power disciples in the second generation, and there were only a few dozen of the middle divine power disciples in the first generation.
The great god's power is only the ancestor Xuanji.
Han Ming was too lazy to see the registered disciples, so there were so many that were a bit unreasonable.
On this Canglan Star, being able to live on the mountain is a symbol of identity.
Now Han Ming has become a disciple of the Canghai Sect for three generations and has become prominent. Especially in his performance in birthday celebrations, many disciples of his peers have come to visit.
In a full three days, people were coming and going, accounting for more than half of the three generations of disciples.
But Han Ming keenly realized that all the people coming were below the realm of the true self, and there was no one who came to the realm of the true self.
Of course, Han Ming would not care about these things. It would be just right if you don’t come that way, so it would be a waste of trouble for me to be quiet.
Three more days passed and Hongyan was here.
He knocked on the door gently: "Is Junior Brother Han here?"
When Han Ming heard this voice, he smiled slightly: "Enter."
The old ghost of Hongyan pushed open the door and stepped in, laughing and said, "Junior Brother Han, are you satisfied with this residence? Do you want me to come forward and get a better one for you?"
"Senior Brother Hongyan, you have to be polite, it's very good here." Han Ming nodded lightly.
This time, the old ghost of Hongyan became smart and did not call Han Ming a senior. He knew in his heart that since Han Ming concealed his identity, he must have made other plans. It would be better not to inquire.
But I also said last time that if Han Ming came to Canglanxing, he would make a special trip to apologize. That was originally a polite word, but he didn't expect Han Ming to actually come.
He...had he come here to kill me? Hong Yan's heart trembled suddenly.
I hurriedly pulled out a small cloth bag from my waist and spread it. There was a storage ring inside.
"I look at you... The storage ring on your hand is a bit rough. Senior Brother has prepared a better place for you here. The space is also larger. Junior Brother Han, please accept it?"
Han Ming looked at Hongyan with a smile, thinking that this old guy is really simple enough and still believes that I am a master today. Since you came here, I don’t have any reason to want it.
Seeing that Han Ming didn't say anything, Hong Yan felt even more nervous: "This... is in it..."
As he said that, he pointed to the storage ring, and then smiled strangely: "Junior brother, you are busy, I'm leaving." He retreated and closed the door.
Then he pushed away again and poked his head in: "If you need anything, just give me instructions." Then he closed the door and ran away.
Han Ming smiled and opened the storage ring, and was shocked to find that it contained ten thousand tears of the sun!!
Does Canglan Star actually have so much monthly salary to his disciples? Or is it accumulated over time?
Thinking that the last time I saw Hong Yan was on the prison planet, I immediately understood. As a master of the Little God Realm, I must have searched for a lot of good things.
OK, I happened to use these ten thousand sun tears to sprint to the realm of the little divine power, but I don’t know if it is enough. The previous sun tears in the storage ring were all taken away by Nuolan’s killing. When I left Nuolan’s family, it was because
He was afraid of the two elders of the family and did not dare to ask for it.
Now, I'm so happy that I'll send myself ten thousand at a time. It's enough for a while.
Then, he began to think again. When fighting against Nuolan Zhentian, the ancestor Xuanji instantly increased his strength to the level of the Little God Realm, and he didn't know what method this was.
Originally, Han Ming was worried that there would be any side effects on his body due to his surge in strength, but after a few days, his body was not in any abnormality.
If you can get such a skill, it would be the best. I don’t know if the old ghost, Xuanji, is willing to teach it to me.
Han Ming thought slowly in his heart.
I don’t know if Catherine’s remnant soul was snatched away by someone from the God Realm. So far, there is no news. Maybe the ancestor Xuanji had heard of the Immortal True Soul? But how can I inquire?
When he was just a little bit of a clue, Han Ming still felt confused after thinking about it, so he could only give up and search slowly in the future.
Early the next morning, three generations of disciples came to look for Han Ming.
"Junior Brother Han, Master is welcome." This man is a fat and white boy, but he looks like he is only four or five years old, and he looks innocent and cute. But the actual age cannot be guessed.
Han Ming was amazed at the fact that there were too many weird people in this world: "Thank you, senior brother."
"Why are Junior Brother Han so polite? In the future, you and I will get close to each other."
The little fat man was very sleek and very good at speaking. In a short while, he became a fellow Han Ming, just like a charger who had not seen for many years, walking with his arms around him.
Han Ming was slightly resistant. With his ability to recognize people, he could tell at a glance that this was a smiling tiger. The little fat man's name was also very appropriate, so he was called Xiaohu.
From Xiaohu's kind appearance, Han Ming clearly felt a strong smell of blood. This smell of blood is hard to describe. It is not the real smell, but a consciousness. It is a kind of nonsense.
A faint consciousness.
Can a person's consciousness smell bloody? It sounds like a fantasy, but Han Ming understands that this is true!
The kung fu learned from Li Xiaotian allowed Han Ming to master an unfathomable skill. Its peak is to completely hide his murderous intent and make the enemy unknown.
Then Han Ming discovered that there is another thing that cannot be hidden no matter what. That is consciousness! When a person kills too many people, the smell of blood will be added to his consciousness, and this smell will never be erased for life.
I'm afraid there shouldn't be a second person in the world except Han Ming who can feel this kind of consciousness.
It allows Han Ming to accurately judge a person's true appearance. The smell of blood in this little tiger's consciousness is extremely strong!! Han Ming couldn't help but be wary of it.
Flying in the air, Han Ming was constantly recognized along the way and looked at him frequently.
Gradually, when he arrived at the main peak, the little tiger stopped moving forward: "The blue palace in front of him is the master's residence. No one can enter without his summons. Go, I'll wait here."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Xiaohu." Han Ming said thank you and flew into the blue palace.
This palace is actually made of a kind of blue se wood, which is very simple and somewhat like the ancient architectural style of ancient Chinese princes living in.
As soon as he entered the door, a strange force held Han Ming and flew involuntarily forward.
After flying for a distance, a small door appeared in front of me. I passed through the small door, and there was a very large library inside.
Rows of ancient bookshelf are arranged in an orderly manner, and countless collections are displayed on them.
Zhongyang on the bookshelf is a small open space. The ancestor Xuanji was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression, and a small hill was already piled up beside him.
"Haha." The ancestor Xuanji put down a simple book in his hand and smiled kindly.
"Go to the master, please pay homage to you!" Han Ming clasped his fists and knelt down on both knees.
"Get up." The ancestor Xuanji did not make any moves. He just said lightly, and Han Ming's body couldn't help but stand up.
"Is it comfortable to live?"
"I'm sorry for the master, my disciple lives well."
"Give it, this is your waist card, save it."
Han Ming was a little surprised and reached out to catch the two waist cards that flew out of thin air. One naturally marked Canglan Star and Canghai Sect. The other was Han Ming's identity waist card, Han Er, a disciple of the third generation under Xuanji.
Surprisingly, he didn't expect that this waist card would be given by the ancestor Xuanji himself, and it should generally be managed by relevant departments. For example, the registration office of the disciple's identity residence specifically records the places where they enter and exit Canglan Star.
"Thank you, Master." Han Ming thanked again.
The ancestor Xuanji smiled and said, "The books stored in this library were collected by the teacher for his whole life. Some of them were written by me. God, but you came earlier and you need to wait until the next one.
I criticized the disciples and came in together.
But seeing that you are talented and loved by your teacher, this set the precedent.
Go and find out if you have any of your favorites.”
Han Ming was shocked when he heard this, what!? Now I started to choose a collection of books? What are the records in it? They are all powerful skills?
So easy?
Although I thought about this in my heart, I quickly began to wander around in this library, looking around with my eyes.
After the Xuanji Ancestor finished his explanation, he stopped paying attention to Han Ming, and had been reading books for a long time.
Time passed slowly, but it didn't come to urge it.
Han Ming was confused at once. There were all kinds of unique skills, including a variety of them. Among them, he found a relatively familiar book called Thousand Illusion.
This skill is very strange. It can allow one or more people to enter a psychedelic state and even be unable to extricate themselves for life.
The purpose is to absorb the abilities of psychedelic people. In the psychedelic world, people who are caught will encounter various different encounters. In the dream, they will constantly release their skills, and such skills
In fact, it won't appear in the real world.
In other words, whenever a person releases some skills, his energy will be absorbed and enters the caster's body, thereby strengthening himself.
It looks like a very despicable existence, but there is one disadvantage, that is, if you learn this kind of illusion, you will not be able to learn any other skills.
In other words, you can only use this method to enhance your strength throughout your life, and there is no other way.
And Hongyan should have learned such a thousand illusion techniques.
No wonder he monopolized a prison planet and imprisoned all the Xu people, immersing them in psychedelics. It turned out that he was absorbing the strength of the Xu people.
Those empty people will gradually age and eventually die because they are constantly absorbed. However, they will not know what they have really experienced.
This skill is really vicious.
But the limitation is also as mentioned earlier, very large!
Either absorb the empty people, but when your strength reaches a certain level, the strength of the empty people is useless. You can only catch the gods who are weaker than you.
It can be said that this is a skill that harms others and benefits oneself and specializes in attracting hatred. Most people may not be willing to learn it.
ps: I pray that the compatriots suffering in Sichuan can receive timely treatment and the best follow-up assistance. I also hope that the casualties will be smaller.
As a weak person, I cannot contribute too much power. I can only pray in my heart.
At the same time, I would like to thank the heroes who went to the disaster area. With you here, we will feel warm.