After meditating underground in Xuanjing for a whole day, Han Ming suppressed the injury, and it was only an external injury, as for the poison of the blood spider, he was helpless, at least not now, and could only rely on the poison of the half-dead to suppress it temporarily.

Exhaling lightly, Han Ming put away Rahu's body, changed into a neat green robe, and pasted a soil escape talisman for himself, and slowly walked towards the ground.

In the process of diving, Han Ming was a little excited in his heart, and there were a lot of inexplicable emotions, after a few quick glances before, if he was not mistaken, what he saw was the Black Feather Army, and this was Xuanjing, the capital of Wu State!

Han Ming once thought that he would not be able to return to the north of the earth for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect that he would be blessed by misfortune, and after more than a hundred years, he finally came back.

Thinking about it now, I suddenly feel that time flies, and the white horse has passed by, when he left the north of the earth, he was still only in the period of mana liquefaction, but now when he comes back, he is a monk in the late stage of the Jiedan.

Flying to the imperial city, Han Ming soon found that Xuanjing at this time was in ruins, and there were wails everywhere, hundreds of thousands of soldiers wearing golden armor broke through the city gate, and slaughtered all the way to the capital of Xuanjing.

The Black Feather Army, which had killed the soldiers of the Jiayue Kingdom, was defeated after all, and failed to hold the last line of defense of the Wu State, and was slaughtered by the glittering Jiayue ** team together with the Imperial City Guards.

In fact, the overall strength of the Black Feather Army and the Praetorian Guard Army of Wu State is stronger than that of Jiayue State, but they are unable to resist the Jiayue ** team, all because the Jiayue ** team is mixed with hundreds of immortal cultivators, and there are even more than a dozen foundation building periods.

These immortal cultivators of the Jiayue State hid in the Jiayue ** team and beheaded the soldiers of the Wu State, in which the battle was just at the beginning, the centurion and above generals on the Wu side were killed four or five percent, and as the war continued, the generals of the Wu State were killed ninety into nine, and the remaining soldiers could not resist the organized attack of the Jiayue State even if they fought hard.

Moreover, the thick city gate was also pierced by a monk in the foundation building period with a silver needle magic weapon, and the battering ram was just lightly chiseled, and the city gate was broken, so that the Jiayue ** team rushed in, and the overall situation was decided.

This war was the battle of the destruction of the Wu State and the final battle of the Black Feather Army.

"Black flag, black feather, and the military god Lin Yuqing, after all, they will disappear with the wind, how can there be immortality in the world!" Han Ming stood on the eaves, watching the golden armor guards of the Jiayue Kingdom rush open the gate of the imperial city, and sighed slightly.

"Who is Daoyou, what are you doing here, is it a few remnants of the Wu Kingdom!" A monk in the foundation building period disguised as a soldier of the Jiayue Kingdom rushed to the eaves and looked at Han Ming with some fear.

Han Ming glanced at this foundation building period monk, and said lightly: "People passing by, seeing that there is some interest here, I didn't interfere with your thoughts, just take a look and leave!"

"Well, fellow Daoists, don't make a mistake about yourself, the general trend of the Wu Kingdom has gone, and all the sects have already fled!" said to Han Ming with a slightly threatening tone.

This monk in the foundation building period couldn't see through Han Ming's monk, but he didn't hold it up, and continued to say anything, just staying not far from Han Ming, looking at Han Ming.

Han Ming didn't bother to take care of this little monk, turned his head to look at the side of the Imperial City of Wu for a while, and then estimated the direction, then raised his foot slightly, turned into a cyan light and flew away, with a burst of bursting sound breaking the air, which directly frightened the little monk in the foundation building period on the side.

"Yudan Period!" A cold sweat suddenly broke out behind this little monk in the foundation building period, and he suddenly felt like he was going to be after the catastrophe, and after reacting, he plunged headlong into the army of tens of thousands of mortals of the Yue Kingdom, as if he could hide himself in this way.

As the little monk said, the general trend of the Wu Kingdom has gone, and it is irretrievable, but it is not because the imperial city has been breached, but because the local sects in the territory of the Wu State are no longer there, and the full-scale invasion of the Jiayue Kingdom is not an invasion of mortals, but an invasion of the real essence of immortal cultivators.

It is not the victory or defeat of mortals that determines a war, but the result of the struggle at the level of immortal cultivators, Han Ming can indeed protect the Imperial City of Wu Kingdom now, but after that, it will inevitably attract high-level monks from Jiayue Kingdom, at least in the Dan period, the result is still the same!

The destruction of the State of Wu is irretrievable, and it can only be dissipated in the long river of time like the Black Feather Army.

Leaving the Imperial City, Han Ming identified a direction and flew away in the direction of Jingzhou, and now he finally returned to the north of the earth, and it was so close to Jingzhou, he still had to go back to have a look, even if he couldn't see those old people.

Han Ming first arrived at the edge of Jingzhou, relying on his vague memory, he followed the abandoned official road to find the small mountain village that gave birth to him and raised him, but found that the small mountain village was long gone, and the mountain was dug bald, replaced by a half-sized city.

After inquiring outside the city for a long time, Han Ming didn't get any useful information after all, all the people here are mortals, and it is already very good to live a **ten years old, how can he know that he was a nameless little mountain village more than a hundred and sixty years ago!

Stunned, Han Ming changed direction and went towards Luzhou.

It didn't take much effort for Han Ming to find the Zhu family, but he found that there was only a ruin left, the manor of more than 100 acres was burned by a fire, and only some ruins fell to the ground, and there were some human traces scattered inside.

The burning of the Zhu family should not have happened for a long time, and the traces are still very new, and it should only be two or three months.

"A certain non-Wu State was defeated, and Huayi Gate was liquidated by Jiayue State, and the same is true for Bacheng!" Han Ming looked at the ruins, frowning.

Han Ming looked around in the same place, but he didn't find any useful information, and couldn't help but sigh slightly, the Zhu family's headquarters were burned like this, and the loss was probably very great, and it was hard to say whether anyone could survive!

After walking around, Han Ming raised his feet and prepared to leave here, it was not that he didn't want to help the Zhu family, but mainly because a few months had passed, and the aura that should be there here was too mixed and weak, and it was difficult to find clues with his cultivation in the later stage of the Dan, so he could only give up, after all, he himself was still highly poisoned, and he couldn't delay for long.

Just as he was about to fly away from here, Han Ming's spiritual power caught a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in a gray-and-white robe, with a delicate and handsome appearance, who was sneaking towards this side from a distance.

Han Ming's heart moved, and he turned his eyes to look over, and directly took a look at the gray-robed young man, and his face suddenly changed.

A stride appeared in front of the young man, and Han Ming picked up the young man with one hand.

The young man was taken aback by Han Ming's sudden appearance, his face was full of panic, and he kicked his legs hard, but it was useless, like a weak little chick.

With a vigorous shake, a silver iron cylinder fell out of the young man's sleeve, which was easily received by Han Ming, and after looking at it, he said, "Where did this thousand yarn cylinders come from, what is your surname." ”

"If you want to take care of it, if you don't want to die, it's better to let me go, the young master is a member of the Jiayue Country Diancang Sect!" the gray-white young man said viciously, completely looking like a young master of a family.

This gray-clothed young man is indeed a young master raised by a rich and noble family, with red lips and white teeth, a delicate face, and white and slender fingers.

"Diancang faction, you kid is slippery, you lie without blinking!" Han Ming was amused by the gray-clothed young man, threw him on the ground, and said with a cold face: "What do you have to do with the Zhu family, say it quickly, don't take your life." ”

"Zhu family, what Zhu family, what are you talking about!" When the gray-clothed young man heard Han Ming mention the Zhu family, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, but he was instantly suppressed and continued to pretend to be puzzled.

"You don't know the Zhu family, then why are there several kinds of martial arts unique to the Zhu family?

"How do you know this, who are you!" The gray-clothed young man's face changed several times when he heard this, and he subconsciously stepped back, but he didn't stand firmly, he sat on the ground with his buttocks, but he didn't care, his hands were propped behind his back, and he retreated vigorously back, his face was completely calm, and the rest was all panic.

The gray-clothed young man's hands trembled slightly, his eyes were full of fear, like a frightened child, and his inner defense seemed to have completely collapsed.

"You kid, you really have a tight head, you look flustered on the surface, but secretly you poisoned me, and the poison you use is still those combinations of poisons, and the monks in the Qi cultivation period can poison you!" Han Ming sniffed the air, shook his head and smiled.

"Who the hell are you, how can you sense my poison!" Hearing this, the gray-clothed young man's face changed again, and he directly turned over and stood up, looking at Han Ming coldly, where was there any fear and panic before.

"Forget it, I don't have much time, I don't have the time to waste with you kid!" Han Ming looked at the gray-clothed young man who was waiting for him, muttered slightly, raised his hand slightly, sucked it into his hand again, and passed out.

Flipping over his hand and taking out a dozen silver needles, Han Ming inserted them into the head of the gray-clothed young man, and then turned out the storage bag and took out some spiritual incense, lit it and inserted it on the side.

Although he has not yet reached the Yuan Infant Stage and cannot use the Soul Searching Technique, Han Ming still knows some Confusion Techniques, which is more than enough to deal with the Foundation Building Stage monks, and it is even simpler to use it on this little mortal, although the information asked is far less comprehensive than the Soul Searching Technique.

Half an hour later, the gray-clothed young man woke up, but he was immediately startled, because he was now dozens of feet above the ground, and he was flying in his hand, surrounded by some whirring wind.

Looking at the mountain peaks that were rapidly moving away behind him, the gray-clothed young man's eyes widened, and he was flying forward at an incredible speed, and the mountains were left behind. The speed was far beyond that of his father.

Skimming his head hard, seeing Han Ming's indifferent expression, the gray-clothed young man swallowed and foamed, and he realized that the gap between him and this green-robed man could not be made up with a little cleverness!

The gray-robed young man knew each other very well, and he didn't struggle until he saw some familiar feelings in the mountains below.

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