Han Yiming looked at the characters piercing the flesh and leaving wounds, and felt the pain coming from the wound. When the characters came to the back, they even penetrated into the body.

These characters brought scars to his hands and feet. Han Yiming could still ignore them. Later, he saw the characters coming towards his mind and body. He stopped and changed directions, but he could not avoid them. After flashing the characters in front of his mind and chest, new characters were facing his head and chest.

These characters later came to the spikes on the body of a hedgehog. As long as Han Yiming wanted to walk to the center of the magic circle, he would have to go upwards with the characters.

The characters looked ordinary, but when they were pressed on Han Yiming's head, face and chest, it was like a sharp knife penetrated into his body, making him feel unbearable!

The pain made every step difficult for him. He didn't even dare to look back. Did the characters passing by his head and chest get stained with his blood!

He had seen the characters that cut off his hands and feet and skin still flashing with luster, but they were stained with their own blood. The road he walked was covered in blood. He even saw a glimmer of light in the drop of blood that had just fallen at hand!

Han Yiming knew that there was his own spiritual power in this drop of blood, so he looked at the character. These characters were not sharp when facing him, but after he touched them, they were extremely sharp, faster than sharp blades!

Looking at the glimmer of light in the blood, Han Yiming said to himself: "Is this going to lure out all my spiritual power?"

This was the first time he saw that he had so many wounds and he had so much blood! Even though he was seriously injured and extremely sinister, he had never seen the blood in the wound, nor the glimmer of light in the blood!

At this time, he also saw the big cauldron in front of him, and Ru Xin in the big cauldron. Ru Xin closed her eyes and fell asleep like a baby, with long hair spreading all over her body, her hands wrapped around her body, her feet curled up, and quietly floating in the big cauldron.

Han Yiming endured the pain all over his body and looked into the big cauldron. The big cauldron was extremely large, and there was a blood red under his body. Han Yiming had already seen that the blood red was the red light emitted from a big stone.

The big stone is similar to an ordinary stone, with earthy yellow stone skin, but red light is emitted from the edges and corners, which illuminates the surroundings and wraps up the entire stone.

Ruxin floated above the stone. Although the red light shone everywhere, Ruxin's skin color was still extremely white and greasy.

Han Yiming also saw something else vaguely under the big stone, but it was covered by the red light. He thought about Ru Xin who had seen before and thought to himself: "There should be an abandoned baby below. Is it the master collected?"

At this time, he was close to the cauldron, but he could not reach the cauldron when he reached out. He tried to reach out, and there was a digit talisman passing through his arm, so painful that he could hardly even reach out his hand.

Suddenly, Qian Ruohua moved under the cauldron. Since Han Yiming came here, he had never seen Qian Ruohua move. He had been lying quietly under the cauldron, as if he had died. At this time, Han Yiming looked at him.

Qian Ruohua and Han Yiming are also rivals of Jiao Nian. Han Yiming thought that he was not as smart as Qian Ruohua and knew that Qian Ruohua's cultivation was not as good as him. This was why he was seriously injured and could not recover as before.

At this time, most of the Wanxu Temple had been destroyed, the moon had passed the middle of the sky, and it was the second day of the lunar calendar to add lamp oil.

But most of Pingbo's disciples were silent when Han Yiming came to Wanxu Temple. The smallest ones who were not yet silent were seriously injured and could not come to cheer for the oil lamp. Han Yiming was no longer afraid.

Without the disciples using their cultivation to add lamp oil, the power of the oil lamp array will be reduced, and at this time he has passed the second level of magic array, how could he retreat?

But Han Yiming also knew that Pingbo would have a reason to place Qian Ruohua here. Pingbo did not do anything useless. Although Qian Ruohua was seriously injured, his calculations were still very powerful. He had to be extremely careful to fail to hit his plan!

Han Yiming stared at Qian Ruohua and looked carefully. Qian Ruohua only moved and then stopped moving, but he still did not dare to move lightly.

Although he did not know the purpose of Pingbo placing Qian Ruohua here, he also knew that Qian Ruohua was placed outside this magic circle and might have died out with his fellow disciples when Han Yiming fought with the Black Snake.

Half of Wanxu Temple was destroyed. How could Qian Ruohua's remaining body escape the destruction of Wanxu Temple after being seriously injured? There must be a reason why Qian Ruohua was placed here.

Han Yiming never thought that Qian Ruohua was different from other disciples because Pingbo placed him here. Pingbo placed Qian Ruohua here must have some reason.

He thought about Qian Ruohua's cultivation carefully, but he really couldn't remember what was unique about Qian Ruohua. Qian Ruohua was an ordinary disciple of Wanxu Temple, but he was smarter and cunning than other disciples, and his cultivation was not much higher than his fellow disciples.

Is Pingbo putting him here to take advantage of his cleverness and cunning?

Han Yiming said in his heart: "It's not the first time I have met him. His cleverness and cunning seem useless to me. I have never been fooled. Did Pingbo use him to deal with me here?"

Just as he thought of this, Qian Ruohua under the big tripod moved again.

This time, he sat up. Although he was slow, he really sat up, but he still had his back to Han Yiming.

A moment later, Han Yiming heard Qian Ruohua say, "President Han, you are here."

Han Yiming has had a lot of fighting with Qian Ruohua in recent years and knows him well, so he doesn't even look at him.

This is Qian Ruohua, his body, shape and behavior! Han Yiming was extremely vigilant. At this time, he could not retreat and did not dare to move forward easily.

The characters in front of him are already very dense. If he really wants to go forward, people will be cut into slices by these characters. If Qian Ruohua is waiting, he will definitely be at a disadvantage.

Although Qian Ruohua's cultivation is ordinary, he has a magic array to protect him at this time, so Han Yiming really dared not be careless!

Qian Ruohua didn't turn around and said, "I know that Master Han will come. After waiting for a long time, I finally waited." His tone was stable, as if he had no idea that Wanxu Temple had been mostly destroyed.

Han Yiming was very cautious about Qian Ruohua. If he hadn't been able to get to the edge of the cauldron, he would never have listened to him! The cauldron was surrounded by mud and gold characters. If Han Yiming really wanted to break into the middle, these characters would turn into sharp blades that chopped him up.

Han Yiming had many injuries on his body, so he did not dare to break in. If he broke in and fell seriously injured and fell in front of the cauldron, wouldn’t he be in a state of peace?

Qian Ruohua said: "President Han, I have something to say to you."

Han Yiming didn't want to pay attention to him and stared at the mud gold character. The characters were covered with all directions of the cauldron. Han Yiming thought that even if he had magic to make his body smaller, he would be seriously injured if he wanted to enter the magic circle.

Qian Ruohua said again: "President Han, have you ever thought about something. What's the benefit of your persistence in the end if you end up being crushed?"
Chapter completed!