Han Ming glanced coldly at the blue-robed female cultivator, but he didn't care about it at all, just put his hands together, pinched a special magic trick, and gently wiped it towards the center of his eyebrows, directly cutting through the layers of fine scales and breaking a wound.

As the demonic qi in Han Ming's body surged, the small wound actually took the initiative to turn outward, tearing straight to an inch wide, and there was a gray-white disc inside that seemed to be slowly condensed, and began to rotate rapidly.

The gray-white disc spun faster and faster towards the middle, until at last it was no longer a disc, but an oval sphere, the size of a pigeon's egg, standing silently in the wound!

"Poisonous pupils open!" Han Ming wiped it lightly, and the oval-shaped sphere in the center of his eyebrows flickered slightly, turning over a black mist, as if he had opened his eyelids, revealing a pitch-black eyeball inside.

His eyes flickered, and he glanced around indifferently.

The group of demon cultivators outside were stared at by the black poisonous pupils, no matter what treasures were released, or all kinds of protective light curtains were opened, without exception, they were instantly hit, and almost at the same time, wisps of black qi visible to the naked eye appeared on their faces.

An eighth-order demon cultivator, is a snow fox with an extremely bewitching appearance and an extremely hot body, she snorted, spewed a mouthful of black blood, rolled her eyes, and fell directly from mid-air, looking like she didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

The same situation is not limited to this place, the dozen or so transformation demon cultivators, there are six of them with all kinds of strange poisons in their bodies, and they rolled their eyes and fell directly from mid-air, like dumplings. And the remaining few who are more powerful, or have some special secret techniques, even if they don't directly lose consciousness, are still shaky, covered in black gas, and vomit blood again and again.

Han Ming moved, turned into a black shadow, and disappeared in place in an instant, just two or three breaths, those demon cultivators who had lost consciousness, whether they were men, women, children, beautiful or ugly, were the same as the black giant eagle before, turning into white bones.

Fox bones, bear bones, wolf bones, snake bones, and many giant bones descended one after another, breaking the calm of the cyan sea again, sinking into the crystal clear sea, and the previous eagle bones, quietly piled on the bottom of the sea.

After killing the six eighth-order shape-shifting demon cultivators who had no power to resist, Han Ming slammed into the void and turned into a python tail, human body, four arms, and buffalo horns, holding the demon dragon blade, and rushed towards the remaining six demon cultivators who had not yet lost consciousness.

These demon cultivators were terrified to the extreme when they saw this, where did they dare to stay where they were, they could only move together and flee to the back, but they were distracted, they couldn't resist all kinds of strange poisons in their bodies, and they all coughed up black blood suddenly.

Among them, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy who had tried his best to withstand the power of the poisonous eye, but now he was distracted, and suddenly his eyes rolled over, his face was full of black energy, and he was powerless to fall, and he happened to be caught by Han Ming.

The black-red sword flashed, and the boy turned into a pale blue unknown skeleton and fell down.

The remaining five demon cultivators finally fled behind the blue-robed female cultivator at this time, Han Ming sneered, but he didn't chase anymore. He had already noticed that although this tenth-order ice phoenix was also poisoned, she seemed to have some kind of means to resist this poison, but she was only temporarily restrained and unable to do anything.

With a sandalwood mouth, the blue-robed female cultivator spit out a mouthful of black gas, and her face was only a little pale, but the black gas on it was gone, and her breath was still vigorous.

After all, the level of the human world is too low, and the various strange poisonous things that Han Ming has collected are still not enough, and it is still a little powerless to deal with the top existence of the human world like the blue-robed female cultivator.

Han Ming originally didn't expect the poisonous eye to restrain all the demon cultivators!

Han Ming didn't care about the blue-robed female cultivator, he just lowered his head and looked at the magic knife in his hand that shone with a slight scarlet light, and there was a slight brightness in his eyes.

The reason why the Demon Dragon Blade is a treasure of the Demon Dao is because it can devour the flesh and blood of the monk and strengthen itself, and the time for the Demon Dragon Blade to be practiced is not short, but Han Ming has never had a chance to try it.

Today, he slashed and killed nearly ten demon cultivators with strong flesh and vigorous blood, and the power of the demon dragon blade was actually increased by a large margin, holding it in his hand, giving him a strong self-confidence, feeling that holding this knife, even under the hands of the god transformation stage, I am afraid that he can protect himself.

Not only that, but the Demon Dragon Blade also fed him back some mana to help him recover the lost mana. Urging the poisonous eyes of Wanhua, and killing so many demon cultivators, the mana in his body is still full, and he is still in his heyday!

Han Ming now knows why the Demon Dragon Blade is the treasure of the Demon Dao, this treasure is in his hand, it is completely unbreakable, and the power is endless, in ancient times, the legendary Yuan Infant Holding this knife to kill the Transformation God Period may be true!

According to the antelope, the legends of the ancient times in the human world are only imitations of the magic dragon blade, and his magic dragon blade is far more than an ordinary imitation.

The power of his sword is not much worse than the legendary genuine Demon Dragon Blade, and even in some aspects, it is even better than the genuine Demon Dragon Blade, a terrifying magic treasure with terrifying potential.

The Demon Dragon Blade, which devoured the flesh and blood of many demon cultivators, was as if it had a spirit [Reading a Book at Zero Point], humming continuously, and the evil blood-colored gas was circulating, it seemed to be cheering, and there was a faint sound of a long dragon moan coming from the dragon's head at the end of it.

It is thirsting for more flesh and souls.

Holding the demon soldier in his hand, Han Ming suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the blue-robed female cultivator, as well as the group of shape-shifting demon cultivators behind her who were still resisting the strange poison, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a smile, but there was a faint flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

Except for the black eagle that was killed before, the others were all eighth-order demon beasts, although the number was large, but it was definitely not as good as the remaining five ninth-order demon beasts, if the demon dragon blade swallowed these demon cultivators again, the power would definitely increase again.

If the tenth-order ice phoenix was also killed, Han Ming didn't know how far the power of the Demon Dragon Blade could go. However, he had a faint hunch that if he killed some more tenth-order demon beasts, he would also advance to the Great Cultivator, and this Demon Dragon Blade might really be able to slay the 'gods'.

Being stared at by Han Ming's black eyes with murderous intent, those surviving ninth-order demon cultivators actually felt a burst of cowardice in their hearts, and they subconsciously wanted to dodge and avoid those pair of eyes, not daring to look at each other at all.

At this time, they no longer had the contempt for Han Ming before, but they were all afraid, such an existence was too strong, and the tenth-order demon beast was far inferior, and it should not be the level that a mid-level cultivator should have at all.

They used to be steady, ridiculing this Terran monk who didn't know the height of the sky, but now when they look at it again, they are blind, and they don't know that there is a sky beyond the sky.

The blue-robed female cultivator looked at Han Ming, who was covered with black scales, and there was no contempt in her eyes anymore, but all solemnity and coldness.

Just looking at the appearance, she guessed that Han Ming might be an ancient demon left over from the ancient era, although he is now a mid-stage cultivator, his true strength cannot be measured by the realm at all, after all, many of the original realms of the ancient demons in the lower realm are above the gods, and there are even two realms higher than the gods, and even the demon ancestors of the three great realms are distracted!

What's more, this demon has a terrifying demon weapon in his hand that seems to only exist in legends.

At the same time, she also had a faint murderous intent in her heart, she was now in the advanced god stage, but the realm had not come up in the short term. In front of her, she killed so many Ice Beast Clan, although they were not from the Ice Phoenix Clan, but after all, they obeyed her orders, which was tantamount to slapping her in the face in public!