forbidden place

What kind of state is it like when the black water of the Yellow Spring soars into the sky for more than ten miles?It can be said that Qin Tianhu and the others have taken it for so many years, but it is not as much black water from the Yellow Spring as this one breathed.

A sea of ​​primordial liquid was formed in Mount Mangdang, and it was growing continuously. Just when Han Hui was overjoyed, a pitch-black figure rushed out of the black water and spit out a black light toward Han Hui.

Mount Mangdang just shook, and a huge force formed in the void, which ruthlessly bombarded the monster's head. The monster let out a strange cry and fell to the ground.

A casual blow from Mount Mangdang was enough to tear apart a master who was at the peak of ecstasy. The monster just let out a strange scream and suffered a little injury.

Han Hui's sleeves shone, and a sword light shot out from Mount Mangdang. The sword light had no splendor, looming like nothingness. It was this sword light of nothingness that split the monster into two halves at once.

The monster's two copper bell-sized eyes shone fiercely, and a roar came from its throat. The body that was divided into two halves was about to squirm and fuse together.

However, with a slight shake of the black inkstone, the monster's blood shot up into the sky in an instant, and it sank into the inkstone, leaving only a huge animal skin.

Hanhui flicked his sleeves, and collected the animal skins into Mount Mangdang. He now needs various materials. The Holy Map of the Way of War has condensed the Gate of Nine Weapons. With the Gate of Nine Weapons, he can control thousands of treasures and make treasures. Naturally, the more materials the utensils are made of, the better.

Don't look at just condensing three sects, but Han Hui can exert a combat power far surpassing that of the soldiers. The soldiers condense the thirteen sects to look down on the world and conquer the heroes.

He is absolutely unable to command the army formed by Gui Hai Dingfeng, even if there is, the number is far from enough. As for treasures, he is even more incomparable with Han Hui.

There is no comparison between the primitive handicraft industry and the modern assembly line.

For a whole day, Han Hui had been pumping the black water from the Yellow Spring, until he became frightened, a column of water a hundred miles thick rose from the ground, and could condense into a huge lake in a second.

At ten o'clock at night, the water column of the black water of Huangquan has expanded to two hundred miles, and a boundless ocean has truly appeared in the Mangdang Mountains. Three thousand dragons swim in it like small fish, not conspicuous at all.

When it was almost dawn, Mount Mangdang was already filled with Yuan Ye. In the end, Han Hui had no choice but to mobilize the Saint Map of the Way of War, let the map circulate, open up a new space, and form a long river of vitality, flowing in the holy map of the Dao of War .

Han Hui is really getting more and more nervous, the impact speed of Huangquan Black Water has expanded to thousands of miles, Han Hui has sent his masters to rescue the people in Yudian State.

At this moment, there was a sudden fluctuation in the ground. This fluctuation seemed to come from extremely deep underground, and an incomparably powerful spiritual thought came from deep underground. This spiritual thought was so powerful that Han Hui couldn't resist it.

You must know that Han Hui's spiritual consciousness absolutely surpassed the general masters at the peak of Jindan at this time, but when facing this powerful divine consciousness, he still felt that he was small like an ant.

"Who? Dare to steal Huangquan!" This huge thought turned into force and slammed into the black inkstone in the sky, and the inkstone clearly let out a cry, and flew towards the sky.

With the fluctuation of the divine thoughts, various miraculous changes took place in the ground, the black water of the Yellow Spring was no longer attracted by the black inkstone, and it stopped erupting, and the thousand-mile hole began to collapse.

Han Hui's body soared into the air, and followed the direction in which the jet-black inkstone was flying. The speed was so fast that it even pushed Mangdang Mountain, broke through layers of void, and mobilized the Holy Map of Soldiers, using rules to control the space catch up.

He also doesn't know what has happened to the current inkstone, was it blown away by the divine sense, or was he full and wanted to leave?

When the treasure is in his hands, Han Hui doesn't want to give up easily. In his heart, the pitch-black inkstone is more powerful than Mount Mangdang.

Rainy Point State exploded again and again, and the sky collapsed. The eldest grandson Long, Cui Zhongqing, and eldest grandson Wuji, all of them frantically saved the people in Rainy Point State.

Except for Changsun Long, everyone else is a golden elixir master. With a wave of their sleeves, they cover the land of thousands of miles, and with a ruthless grab, all the people in the land of thousands of miles rise into the air and are put into the space treasures they carry with them. .

The tens of thousands of miles of Raindrop State was completely emptied in the blink of an eye. After a meal, the ground was turbulent, and Raindrop State completely collapsed, turning into a real desert, which was no different from the endless desert.

Han Hui's pursuit covered hundreds of thousands of miles. Of course, the speed of breaking through the void was much faster, but the pitch-black inkstone in his spiritual consciousness was still flying wildly.

After flying for a full day, the black inkstone finally slowed down, and a desolate valley appeared in Hanhui's consciousness.

"God's Whip!"

A cold air surged in Hanhui's heart. The old Taoist Xukong once gave him a Tuoying, and this is where the so-called God's Whip is in his mouth.

This valley is a place where scattered immortals can fall, what is the dark inkstone doing here?Could it be a treasure that has wandered out here?

When approaching the valley, a big hand made of vitality suddenly grabbed it from the sky, and shot it down towards the pitch-black inkstone.

There was a "bang" collision, the vitality was shaken, and the black inkstone was spinning continuously, jumping in the palm of the big hand.

An old man with white beard and hair appeared from the void, his eyes shone with divine light, and he looked at the pitch-black inkstone suspiciously.

The movement of Hanhui urging Mount Mangdang and the Saint Map of Bingdao to break through layers of void also attracted the eyes of the old man, and his spiritual consciousness shrouded in Han's direction.

This is a Sanxian master who survived the thunder disaster.

The pitch-black inkstone was controlled by the spatial rules formed by the palm, and it was impossible to struggle out. Han Hui controlled the vibration of vitality through his spiritual consciousness to form a sound.

"Thank you fellow daoist for controlling this treasure for me. By accident, it was hit here, and if it is one step later, it will enter the canyon."

The corner of the old man's mouth showed a sneer: "This treasure is obviously not yours, otherwise why would you keep flying away? You are not even a loose fairy, how can you have such a treasure?"

The old man looked at the phantom of the condensed cold glow and said disdainfully: "Looking at the realm of controlling your vitality, although your spiritual consciousness is strong, you are still a true Jindan person. How dare you call me a fellow Taoist when you see me? You really don't know how to live or die! Have you taken that step? You are just a Qi trainer, and you still want to call yourself a cultivator?"

As he said that, he just took a breath, and the avatar condensed by Hanhui exploded in an instant, dissipating between the heaven and the earth, and just as the avatar collapsed, Hanhui descended.

"Old guy, you are really shameless. This inkstone is obviously mine, but you still want to snatch it? Calling you a fellow daoist is to give you face. I don't know how many Sanxians have been killed. You are just a Sanxian. Being arrogant in front of me is really asking for death!" Han Hui's voice was cold.

"Haha, I've really learned a lot. You're just a little qi trainer in the return sea realm, and you dare to speak like that in front of Sanxian masters. Has the world changed? Don't think that with a few powerful treasures, How dare you be so arrogant, you desperately pursue the inkstone that you can't catch up with, and I can capture it with just one thought, this is the gap." Murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes.

The reason why Han Hui couldn't pursue it was because he didn't understand the rules, couldn't control the rules, and condensed the space, so he couldn't catch them.

"Hmph, if there is a way to heaven, if you don't go, and if there is no way to hell, I will fulfill you!" Han Hui snorted coldly, and Mangdang Mountain ruthlessly smashed towards the big hand that was grabbing the black inkstone in the void.

The big hand shattered!

Then Mangdang Mountain turned slightly, turned into a vortex, sucked the inkstone into Mangdang Mountain, and suppressed it fiercely.

The old man's face was normal, he knew that Han Hui had a powerful treasure that could break through the void, and he was waiting here not to escape, just to snatch this treasure.

If you're not a Sanxian, how can you control this law-breaking treasure that can shatter the void?If there is Sanxian cao control, is it still so troublesome?

A powerful treasure that is not under the control of Sanxian masters, isn't this the great luck that comes to your door?

That's why he has been waiting here, but he didn't expect the power of this treasure to be so great.

However, the stronger Mangdang Mountain was, the happier he was, and the greater the reward for snatching it.