While he was thinking carefully, he saw Qian Ruohua take out a skin bag from his arms. It was only the size of a palm, but Han Yiming saw that the skin bag was covered with writings. The moment he took it out, the skin bag was also wrapped with a layer of bacteria.

The energy of Yun dissipated in a moment. Yu Weiyou stared at the skin bag fiercely and said nothing. Qian Ruohua had already pulled out the wooden stopper on the skin bag. When he pulled out the stopper, Han Yiming had already seen

A bright light flashed in the gag. This must be another treasure of Pingbo's. Although Han Yiming didn't know what kind of treasure it was, he also saw that the skin was very old. Qian Ruohua put it in his arms.

Taking it out will definitely not be a trivial thing. As expected, Yu Weiyou's face sank and he said: "You took out this soul-locking pot, do you want to attack me?" Qian Ruohua said with a smile: "How can this happen?

Senior is too worried. With just a few of us, we are so humble, do we still want to fight with senior? Senior can beat us up casually. Besides, how can we attack senior? That would be too disrespectful."

Yu Weiyou said coldly: "Then what are your plans for taking out this thing?" He was originally extremely handsome, but at this time, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a sinister look, something unspeakably evil.

Qian Ruohua still smiled so leisurely and said: "Senior is too worried. We just think that here we can collect some spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon. We want to collect some and take them back." Yu Weiyou was very dissatisfied, but

But I couldn't find anything wrong with it. I just stood aside and watched.

Qian Ruohua didn't care at all. He held the spirit-locking pot in his left hand, cast a spell with his right hand, moved his lips slightly, and cast the spell. After a moment, he took back his hand, and the spirit-locking pot floated flat in the air, with a character

There was a flash, and the characters on the pot flashed. After a while, the mouth of the pot lit up. Han Yiming's sharp eyesight saw a spiritual light, and the spiritual energy in the ground was already surging and churning, slowly rising up. Yu Weiyou faced

He was determined to get this spiritual energy. Even Han Yiming could not hold back his anger and glanced at Lingxin. Lingxin didn't know the use of this thing and didn't care. She was using the Zi Ni sword at this time.

Taking it in her hand and looking closely, she saw that the Purple Ni Sword was in her hand, with purple energy rising, faintly transparent, and very gorgeous. At this time, Han Yiming didn't know what the sword was made of, but he only knew that it must not be gold and iron. In the past, on Lingshan Mountain,

There are so many such swords. Han Yiming still remembers that when he was looking for swords, among the swords he saw, there was a black sword. It was extremely delicate and trembled slightly. It was definitely not made of gold or iron. It seemed that every sword on Lingshan Mountain was made of gold and iron.

A sword has a past behind it. The same goes for this Soul-locking Pot, which has an unknown past, and maybe a very exciting story. Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a circle of spiritual light around the spout of the Soul-locking Pot.

In a flash, the spiritual energy from the ground had escaped from the ground and spread toward the spout of the Spirit Locking Pot.

Suddenly, a light flashed on Yu Weiyou's back, and Han Yiming quickly looked at him. This was so incredible that the eyes on Yu Weiyou's back opened. All eyes were looking at the aura escaping from the ground. The eyes on his face were also

His eyes were fixed on the aura. Han Yiming took a closer look and saw that Yu Weiyou's left hand was in his sleeve, making a gesture, ready to move.

The group of spiritual energy slowly moved towards the spirit-locking pot. Han Yiming saw something strange in the spiritual energy. It seemed that something was conflicting, trying to penetrate the spiritual energy and come out. Han Yiming knew very little about these strange techniques. Okay.

I have been practicing for a long time, but even if I don’t know, I understand half of it after taking a look. Looking at Yu Weiyou again, he also looked extremely wary, staring at the aura with burning eyes. Han Yiming saw a faint light on his back,

When he concentrated and looked again, all the eyes on his back were staring at the aura, and he almost reached out his hand in his eyes. Suddenly a light flashed, and a round ax appeared out of thin air. Han Yiming knew that it was Yu Weiyou's magic weapon.

, this was not the first time he had come face to face with this round axe. Yu Weiyou showed his weapon and planned to snatch it away!

Qian Ruohua obviously knew it too. He just glanced at him and then turned his eyes towards the Soul Locking Pot. His lips still couldn't move. Han Yiming held his breath on a whim, wanting to hear what Qian Ruohua was saying.

.It’s okay if you don’t listen, but when you hear it, you can’t understand clearly! This is really strange. Han Yiming has never understood anything, and there is probably no words in this world that he cannot understand clearly. But Qian Ruohua thought

But he really couldn't hear it clearly, let alone understand it. Every word in Qian Ruohua's mouth was unclear and very vague. But Han Yiming knew that when casting a spell, the spell must be recited again and again.

However, if the recitation is not clear and clear, I am afraid that the spell will be completely useless. But when Qian Ruohua recited it, every word was not clear and he could only hear a few words that he could understand. Han Yiming was serious

After listening to it for a while, it was all like this, and I realized that this was not Qian Ruohua's vague words, but his spell was like this. Perhaps it was to prevent others from hearing it.

The light from the spout of the Suo Ling pot flowed, getting brighter and brighter. The group of spiritual energy slowly seeped out from the ground. It was a huge group, no matter how you looked at it, it was a huge group. It rushed to the spout of the pot and toward Suo Ling.

The water flowed into the pot. Qian Ruohua only looked at the Soul Locking Pot and didn't look at the people around him. Yu Weiyou's round ax floated up, down, left and right around him, and his fellow disciples beside Qian Ruohua had Qian Ruohua

Surrounded by them, Han Yiming just didn't understand and saw that they were all defensive, so he surrounded Qian Ruohua, and would fight if Yu Weiyou made the slightest move.

Yu Weiyou also stood silently, with a round ax floating around him. He was very alert with his long head blowing in the night wind. After a stalemate for a while, the Soul Locking Pot had sucked in the spiritual energy.

Halfway through. Han Yiming took a closer look and saw that the spirit-locking pot was not slow at absorbing spiritual energy. It was just that the spiritual energy was too big, so it was not very quick to absorb it. Suddenly, there was another round ax next to Yu Weiyou, and Han Yiming kept

Staring at them, there was a round ax next to Yu Weiyou. He saw it almost immediately. This round ax was exactly the same as the previous one. Han Yiming looked carefully and realized that it was not an illusion, but a real one.

A round axe, and the round ax rotated gently, with a cold light on the edge. A smile appeared on Yu Weiyou's face. His face was perfect. This smile could be called "Qingcheng". But he couldn't say it.

Hateful, Han Yiming just suffered from the inability to defeat him. If there was such a way, he would have taken action long ago. Yu Weiyou himself is a very evil cultivator, and there will be a lot of blood on his hands. Han Yiming hates Ping Bo.

It was deep into my bones, but all I wanted to do was fight him to the end. This evil man only really let out a bad breath after beating him until he couldn't lift his head or turn over. The hatred against him was not just as simple as killing him.

It was really a mountain of hatred. Killing him would not bring any peace of mind in my heart. Only by beating him so hard that he could not stand up, and the pleasure of looking down at his enemy, could he offset the deep hatred in his heart. But this Yu Weiyou was different, he was a different kind of person.

Hatred, this kind of hatred is also very strong, but it will disappear as long as you kill him. As long as he knows the way to kill him, Han Yiming will do it immediately. But he doesn't know this way.

Suddenly, a breath came out of Yu Weiyou. Under the dark night, this breath was also dark black, like a burst of black smoke, spreading out from his body and slowly covering him, but his unusually handsome face was not visible in the dark night.

In this black smoke, it is still very clear.

Lingxin said: "There is a lot of resentment in him, and now it has all come out." Han Yiming felt blessed for a moment and said: "Junior sister, what do you mean, his spiritual power is related to the resentment in him?" Lingxin said:

"I can't say for sure, but senior brother, don't you think he is making people very uncomfortable right now?" Han Yiming shook his head and said: "I hate him, but I don't feel any discomfort at all." Lingxin said: "Ah,

That's because senior brother, you are in my barrier, and his resentment cannot penetrate. But I feel very uncomfortable." Han Yiming said: "How uncomfortable? Is it harmful to you? Don't fall into his plot, otherwise

We have closed the barrier, and I am not afraid of him." Lingxin said: "Senior brother, you are worrying too much. I still have Lingwu's spiritual power to borrow. No matter how much resentment he has, Lingwu's spiritual power can withstand it.

We can't go out at this time. They are already planning to take action. As soon as we go out, they might start attacking us together." Han Yiming couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard Lingxin say this. Lingxin is also a spiritual flower.

She may not understand the principle of a snipe and a clam competing for the fisherman's profit, and she may not be able to explain it, but she can see it so clearly. Lingxin and the two uncles are really not very similar. Baiying has always been quiet and doesn't talk much.

, focused on practicing, Han Yiming only knew that this master uncle was dragging him, but he did not know that she knew that the world was difficult and dangerous. Although Master Zishang said that he was a worldly person, he was plotted by Pingbo, so he told Han Yiming that she did not know that the world was difficult and dangerous.

Already.

Since Lingxin could withstand the resentment, Han Yiming said: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. Let's see them fight first. They will definitely fight. Then we will take action." Lingxin said: "Okay, senior brother.

Whatever you say is good, we will do it." Han Yiming said: "I am not afraid of Pingbo's disciples at all. Although I don't know what the benefits are of them doing this, but if they take this spirit-locking pot, they will definitely have this group of spiritual power.

It's what Pingbo wants." Lingxin said: "It's not just a ball of spiritual energy, senior brother, it's several things. I can only tell that they are several things, but I can't understand what they are. It seems that
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