When Han Yiming and Yu Weiyou were in Lingshan, they had already fought hard. He knew Yu Weiyou's spiritual power. Although Han Yiming, the people on Qian Ruohua's side, did not remember their cultivation level, since Pingbo sent these people, his cultivation level would not be much worse. As for Qian Ruohua, Han Yiming remembered that others could not see him, but he could vaguely see it. This person's cultivation level must be quite good, and as for how powerful it is, Han Yiming had no way of knowing.

The two of them had a chance to encounter each other, but when Han Yiming met Pingbo, he paid more attention to Pingbo and paid less attention to his disciples. In addition, Han Yiming also tried his best to avoid really fighting with Pingbo's disciples. It was not because he was afraid of them, but because he knew that two fists could not beat the hands of all hands. Therefore, Han Yiming and Pingbo had a lot of hands, but not many times he had fought with his disciples. Only then did he know that he really had to pay attention to everything in the future.

Characters were lit up on the peach wood sword in the hands of Qian Ruohua's fellow disciples, and their eyebrows also lit up. Han Yiming didn't know how powerful Yu Weiyou's resentment was, but when he saw that the eyebrows lights were on under Pingbo's sect, he knew that the resentment was really powerful. Ling Xin whispered: "They can't beat this demon." Han Yiming was very surprised and looked at Ling Xin. Ling Xin said: "The resentment of this demon is too strong, so they can't beat it." Han Yiming suddenly remembered that Sima Lingyi had told him in the past that the eyebrows light consumed the most spiritual power of cultivation. If they lit it for a long time, they would definitely suffer. It was not unexpected that they could not beat Yu Weiyou.

The resentment of Yu Weiyou was scattered, and Han Yiming saw the ball of spiritual power rushing towards the spirit lock pot slower. Ling Xin said, "Senior Brother, there is also resentment in this group of spiritual energy." Han Yiming said, "Junior sister, can you tell where the resentment in the spirit came from?" Ling Xin said, "I don't understand this, but there is also extremely resentment in that group of spiritual energy." Han Yiming looked at the ball of spiritual energy, but couldn't see the reason. Looking at Qian Ruohua again, his face was already solemn, his previous relaxed expression had long disappeared, and he was sweating slightly on his forehead. He must have been anxious to suck all the spiritual energy into the spirit lock pot, but the spiritual energy was very reluctant, so he also tried his best.

Suddenly, Han Yiming felt a strong wind blowing on the ground. The two round axes that were floating around Yu Weiyou were expanding outwards. Although in the barrier, Han Yiming also heard the whimpering sound. The black air from Yu Weiyou spread outwards with the round axes and spread towards the disciples under Pingbo. Ling Xin suddenly said, "Senior Brother, I'm afraid." With a light sound, Han Yiming felt something pressing over and hurried to look at Ling Xin. Ling Xin's already crystal white face turned whiter and shone slightly. There was a black shadow on her eyebrows. Knowing that she was injured by Yu Weiyou, he hurriedly said, "Junior sister, how are you?" Ling Xin said, "I'm still

OK, there is Lingwu. But his resentment is too heavy, and I can't bear it." Since Han Yiming saw Lingxin, she saw her use her innate spiritual power to lift the weight easily. This is the first time she saw her suffer a loss, and hurriedly said, "Then let's take the barrier out?" Lingxin said, "You can't go out! Senior brother, my barrier has been broken, and now it is Lingwu's spiritual power that is supporting him. I dare not go out, I can't stand his resentment." Han Yiming said, "Then you are in the barrier, I will go and take a look." Lingxin said, "Senior brother can't go out, Lingwu can withstand it, let's watch it, and we will go out after they finish fighting. You will definitely suffer a loss when you go out now."

She was concise and to the point. Han Yiming looked at her arm. The little dragon Ling Wuru was a faint golden powder painted on her arm. It was a little light and very soft. He looked at Yu Weiyou. He only looked at Qian Ruohua. Although he did not look here, he seemed to have never noticed it. He slightly relieved his heart and looked at Yu Weiyou's back. The clothes on Yu Weiyou's back seemed to be nothing in his eyes, and those eyes could see clearly. At this time, those eyes were already very ferocious. Han Yiming remembered that it was the eyes of his fellow disciples. Yu Weiyou carried his fellow disciples on his back. I wonder if this was one of his spiritual power sources? Suddenly, one of the eyes became blood-red in those eyes. Although there was no light in the dark night and there was black fog, Han Yiming still clearly saw that the pupils of that eye changed from black to blood-red.

The eyes changed, and the eyes next to them began to bleed. In a blink of an eye, the eyes on Yu Weiyou's back were bleeding. However, those eyes did not turn red, they were still black, but blood was overflowing from the sockets, flowing down his back! Han Yiming was a little creepy. Although he was not timid, he still couldn't say the thriller when he saw these many eyes bleeding at the same time. The blood flowed to his waist and disappeared. Han Yiming couldn't tell where he was, but he couldn't see it. No matter how good he knew, he looked at Ling Xin, and Ling Xin was fine, but he still looked outside. Except for the slight black air between his eyebrows, his expression and face did not change much. Ling Xin was very smart and said, "Senior Brother, I'm fine. But the people outside were not good." Han Yiming looked out again and saw that the peach wood swords of the disciples under Pingbo's sect darkened.

This was an accident. When the enemy was in front of him, the Pingbo Sect will never surrender and will not accept the spells, but the Taomu Sword went dark. Ling Xin said: "I know that he used the resentful spirit. Many eyes on his back were all resentful spirits. The resentment was too heavy, and the murderous spirit would be heavy. And I heard from Senior Brother Shen that many spells will be added to many spells, and among many sects, the spiritual power is blood. His blood is very powerful and contains a lot of spiritual resentment. I am a spirit body. If he only uses ordinary spells, he will definitely not hurt me, but he uses blood. I am very afraid of this blood. As long as he hits a little,

My spiritual power was greatly reduced. Although his resentment was not for me, if I had no spiritual enlightenment, I would really not be able to bear it anymore." Han Yiming suddenly realized that when Master Bai Ying was injured by Yu Weiyou, he was afraid that he would quietly fall into his resentment. It was just that he was exhausted and he was not aware of it. With Master Bai Ying's cultivation level, how could he not be hit by Yu Weiyou's Dao so quickly, but if he was hit by his resentment and his spiritual power was reduced, it would be a bit impossible. It was just a guess later. Everything in the past had long disappeared. If you wanted to ask and verify it, there was no chance.

Except for Qian Ruohua, the Pingbo Sect members jumped up and looked at Yu Weiyou. A smile appeared on Yu Weiyou, but they were very proud. Han Yiming saw that he was the first to attack. The disciples under Pingbo Sect obviously had never been so careful that he would do this, so the spiritual light on the peach wood sword dimmed. The spiritual light became dark, and their magic was about to be greatly reduced. Sure enough, one of them shouted: "Monster, you are indeed a monster. You are so shameless to attack in secret!" Yu Weiyou did not care about these words, and his smile slightly eased, but Han Yiming saw that the red eyes on his back gradually became bigger. For a moment, the blood from those bleeding eyes turned black. Han Yiming felt extremely evil when he looked at it, but he also understood that to defeat Yu Weiyou's spell, he had to break his red eyes first.

Just thinking about this, the red eye was already looking at Han Yiming! It seemed that it had noticed Han Yiming's magic that wanted to break it! It was just Lingwu's spiritual power, which could not penetrate. He looked at this side and turned back. However, blood was also flowing out of the red eye. Lingxin flashed behind Han Yiming, trembling. Han Yiming knew that she was afraid of the blood and whispered: "Is this blood a great harm to you?" Lingxin said: "Senior brother, I can't get any blood. If it gets blood, I will melt. My cultivation has not yet been achieved. His eye bleeding is to pierce Lingwu's barrier." Han Yiming turned around and looked at Lingxin's circle of gold-powdered mud on Lingxin's arm, and saw that Lingwu still emitted a faint golden light.

It is exactly the same as usual. I don’t know that the spiritual power of Lingwu will be penetrated by Yu Weiyou, but I said to Lingxin: "Junior sister, don’t worry, I will not let him splash on you at all the blood on you, and not let your cultivation be damaged by him." At this point, a voice said in his heart: "By my spiritual power, I am filthy and innocent." This voice has never been heard before, very clear. Han Yiming was shocked. Who is this person? He can actually say this spell in his heart! In amazement, Lingxin has floated up and clearly spit out from his mouth: "By my spiritual power, I am filthy and innocent." The eight words came from Han Yiming. Han Yiming became more and more surprised. The light purple light appeared on the body of the spiritual core floating in the air, slowly showing its original shape, a slightly lit purple water lily.

Han Yiming knew that this spell could save Ling Xin Ping's peace at this time. He immediately pointed at Ling Xin and read these eight words in his heart. He reached out to call Ling Xin and put his hand in his hand, put it in his arms, and continued to look out. Among the Pingbo Sect's disciples, Qian Ruohua just urged the spirit lock pot, and the rest were at a disadvantage. He thought that Yu Weiyou's bleeding eyes would greatly reduce their magic. The peach wood sword in their hands was originally used to ward off evil spirits, but at this time they were all suppressed by Yu Weiyou's evil spirit. Han Yiming watched the evil spirit like a layer of black air cage on the face of Pingbo Sect's disciples, and their faces began to fade. Ling Xin's voice said: "Their faces turn black and they are about to die." Han Yiming couldn't help but be very surprised. Yu Weiyou was not as sharp as Li
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