This old man's speed was extremely fast, it was not at all comparable to ordinary monks in the Dan Period, and after the black claws fell, he rushed to the front of the thirty-two forbidden formations in an instant.

Looking up at the black claw that was approaching, Han Ming's expression froze slightly, and he decisively put away the Flame Sword, then turned around suddenly, stomped his feet against the void, held a red golden arm, and slammed down at the claw.

A golden fist mark of five or six zhang in size detached from his fist, and with a rolling wave of golden qi, it swept towards the black claws of the demonic qi, and finally the top of Han Ming's head slammed into each other.

The black claws and the golden fist mark collided together, and they did not explode, but twisted and fused into one, turning into a circle of golden-black halo, extremely dazzling, like a small sun with two colors.

The more than 20,000 monks present all held their breath and stared at that side, without saying a word, and the world fell silent in an instant.

After a short silence of three breaths, there was a loud bang, and the black-gold halo rose and shrunk before completely bursting out, bursting out tens of thousands of black-gold rays, like sharp arrows shooting around.

Nine out of ten monks subconsciously turned their heads away, or closed their eyes, and the naked eye could not bear this level of burning sensation at all.

After five or six breaths, the black-gold light slowly dissipated, and the surrounding monks recovered from their temporary blindness, and looked at the battlefield over there, but they glared slightly, and saw two figures with a huge momentum suspended in mid-air, competing against each other.

The sky over there was divided into two colors, on one side was the black clouds rolling, filled with a violent aura of demonic energy, and there was a thin old man standing inside, and on the other side was a dazzling golden light, like a sharp golden thread of the entity, thousands, densely packed, and this cyan figure stood proudly inside.

The black demon cloud and the golden silk thread competed against each other, eroding and resisting each other, but neither could help the other.

"It's you, who killed the junior disciple of this seat twenty years ago!" The thin old man looked at Han Ming, who was covered in golden light, like a golden-armored god of war, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed by a deep voice.

"Maybe, then Your Excellency wants to take revenge, but I'm afraid Your Excellency can't stop it?" Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the Ascending Star Sect Protector Array that was close at hand, and shrugged his shoulders unhurriedly, quite calmly.

"Hmph, but there are some means, more than the same level, do you really think that you are some kind of genius? I really want to compete with the Yuan Infant Period? This seat is going to let you know what it means to have a sky outside the sky!" the thin old man shouted sharply, and then raised his hand, and took out a black magic flag out of nowhere.

This black demon banner was two feet high, and the huge black banner was tumbling with billowing black demonic energy, and a six-armed two-horned ancient beast embroidered on it seemed to come to life, opening its teeth and dancing its claws, gulping out the surrounding demonic qi.

"Hurry!" The thin old man suddenly raised his hand and waved the black magic flag, and then threw it violently, like throwing a spear, throwing the black magic flag at Han Ming.

The black magic banner was like an invincible war spear, instantly breaking through the golden silk threads around Han Ming, and in an instant, it struck Han Ming's approach, stabbing down at his head fiercely, and had the posture of nailing him directly to the light curtain of the Ascending Star Sect's Protector Sect.

"It's good to come!" Han Ming saw that the black magic banner was not angry but laughed, roared, and rushed directly towards the magic flag.

Han Ming's two crimson golden arms slapped continuously, and at the moment when the magic flag was about to pierce the center of his eyebrows, he grabbed the flagpole of the demon flag, and the red golden scales of his hands rubbed against the flagpole to make a toothache sound.

Turning his head slightly, Han Ming spun around in place, taking advantage of the momentum to project the magic flag back at a faster speed towards the thin old man, and at the same time, he shook his arm violently, and shot out more than a dozen fist marks in a row.

"Superficial, ridiculous!" the thin old man sneered when he saw this scene, then raised his hand lightly and tapped lightly in the direction of Han Ming.

And with the urging of the thin to come here, the black demon flag actually burst into an instant, turning into a large stream of pure black demonic qi and spreading out, but Han Ming's dozen or so fist prints smashed into it without stirring up any waves.

Seeing this, Han Ming's brows frowned slightly, and there was a solemn look in his eyes.

"Whew!" With a deafening roar, a black monster with a head of ten zhang in size slowly walked out of the black mist, with a pair of sharp horns that soared into the sky, and walked slowly towards Han Ming with six pillar-like thick hooves.

"Little thief, let you know what is the true strength of the Yuan Infant Stage!" As soon as the thin old man raised his hand, the black monster disappeared in place in an instant, and the next moment it reached the top of Han Ming's head, and the person stood up, and the two big hooves were raised high, like a fierce horse, and stepped on it fiercely.

A small red shield appeared out of thin air under the big hooves of the monster, slightly carrying the momentum of the black monster's hooves, Han Ming took this opportunity to directly escape and appeared on the top of the black monster's head.

Han Ming waved lightly, and the small red shield that was trampled on by the black monster trembled slightly, turning into a small red sword, piercing the ground, flying out, and appearing in his hand, Han Ming let out a low shout of "slash", and waved down at the neck of the black monster, and the crimson small sword in his hand came out of his hand again, standing on the neck of the black monster.

I only heard "poof." With a bang, the Flame Sword Qi Gen sank into the neck of the black monster, cutting off half of the black monster's head, and only the other half hung on the neck, but the effect was already there, and the black monster fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a cloud of black demonic energy and dissipating.

With a wave of his hand, he sucked the flaming sword, and Han Ming rushed towards the thin old man.

"Hmph, there are some tricks, but you're happy a little early!" The thin old man was not in a hurry at all when he saw the black monster being killed, but instead showed a hint of mockery, and then raised his hand slightly, and the demonic qi over there suddenly flourished, completely blocking Han Ming's back road.

The black monster condensed its body again in the demonic qi, and the wound on its neck disappeared without a trace, it stared at Han Ming with big eyes like copper bells, but it was not in a hurry to make a move!

"Oh, it turned out that he wanted to block my way, but Your Excellency was thoughtful!" Han Ming turned his head and glanced at the black monster, revealing a hint of abruptness.

"Hmph, the old man should have a good understanding of your little thief's methods!" the thin old man grinned, and the demonic energy on his body was great.

"I thought of going together, and I also want to learn your Excellency's methods, so let's try it!" Han Ming grinned, and by the way, he put the flaming sword in his hand in front of him.

After speaking, Han Ming raised the long sword in his hand, and swept out a thick sword qi storm towards the thin old man, and the thin old man, as a Yuan Infant Cultivator, naturally did not give an inch, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he drummed out a large stream of rich demonic qi to meet the sword qi.

With the current means alone, Han Ming didn't feel that he could kill the Yuan Infant Stage by leaping over the level, he just wanted to test the means of this Demon Sect Yuan Infant Stage now, so he didn't need to really fight to the death, and the thin old man on the other side seemed to have other plans, and he didn't use real tough methods, but he was stalemate with Han Ming.

Next, Han Ming and the thin old man fought in mid-air, attacking and defending each other, but there was no situation where anyone had the upper hand or who was in danger.

The monks of the surrounding Demon Sect have already retreated, not to mention those who are in the Dan Period, even the few remaining fake babies in the Demon Sect can't intervene at all, and they don't dare to interfere, because the thin old man has already secretly sent a message to them, ordering them to retreat immediately.

Although there were tens of thousands of cultivators in the Demon Sect here, they could only stare at Han Ming, a fake baby who suddenly appeared and their Supreme Elder, fighting in mid-air.

And inside the Great Array of the Ascending Star Sect Protector Sect, all the monks looked at this side in the same way, and their faces were full of disbelief, a fake infant stage actually competed with the Yuan Infant stage, and they had never fallen behind, which was simply incredible.

They all stared at Han Ming's side, with a faint hope on their faces, although most people didn't know Han Ming, it didn't prevent them from judging Han Ming's position, they all fought like this with the Supreme Elder of the Demon Sect, even if they weren't the ancestor of the Ascending Star Sect, they were all here to rescue the Ascending Star Sect.

With this existence, the possibility of the Ascending Star Sect holding on is no longer a luxury.

There was a glimmer of hope in the hearts of many monks of the Ascending Star Sect, maybe the Ascending Star Sect could still be preserved.

On the Ascending Star Sect Peak Peak, Chun'er, dressed in black robes, stood in front of everyone and stopped all the people who were going out to rescue.

"Childe summoned me, I don't want you to go out to save me, you stay in the formation, he will naturally come back after trying the other party's means, and only need to open an entrance at that time!" Chun'er commanded coldly, and then turned his head to look at Han Ming, who was wrapped in thousands of sword qi not far away.

The yellow-shirted fake infant who was standing with Qiao Yushan saw a trace of hesitation on his face when he saw this, and he stopped talking, but after he looked at Han Ming's momentum that he was far from being able to match, he shook his head silently, this Senior Brother Han has his own plans, and Elder Taishang also made it clear before the retreat that he would let this Senior Brother Han lead the sect, and he still shouldn't do bad things with good intentions!

Chen Yuxin and Lin Fengqi stood side by side, looking at Han Ming, who was shaking the Yuan infant stage with his fake infancy cultivation, he was completely stunned in place, and after glancing at each other, he easily found the shock in the other party's eyes.

Chen Yuxin looked at Han Ming over there, in addition to being shocked, there was also an inexplicable trace of amazement, she felt that she had done something wrong, something that was enough to make her regret for a lifetime, she missed an opportunity to climb to the sky one step at a time.

She was one of the first people to contact Han Ming, she knew some of Han Ming's past, and she knew what it meant for Han Ming to reach this point now.

Calculating the time, Han Ming is only one hundred and eighty years old, but he is already a fake baby, although the speed of cultivation is not ancient, but it is barely possible to say that it is the best of now, according to this speed, it is not impossible to get a baby in a few decades.

More than two hundred years old Yuan Infant Stage, what does this mean, some monks who are slightly more powerful in the Immortal Cultivation Realm know that it means that there is further potential, beyond the Yuan Infant Period, to become the existence of the two Taishi Uncles of the Ascending Star Sect! I want to talk about "The Second Immortal Fan Dao" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about your favorite books."