After Han Li's expression changed for a moment, he returned to normal in a blink of an eye, and walked leisurely in front of the Liuliandian shop as if nothing had happened.
Reverend Miaohe and another yellow-robed old man only glanced at Han Li. Although they were a little surprised that the skinny old man in Han Li's disguise was not low, they didn't take it too seriously. They took the other four alchemy cultivators directly Go to the city center.
And Han Li also walked forward without looking back, as if he was passing the Sixth Hall.
But at this moment, Master He and the yellow-robed old man moved their lips slightly, but no sound came out, and they began to talk with each other using sound transmission.
Han Li paused slightly with his back to the two, but then he returned to normal, getting further and further away from Master Miaohe and the others.
After turning the last corner, Han Li walked into a rather dignified attic.
After a full hour, he came out after being escorted by a monk dressed as a shopkeeper.
But he didn't leave right away, and walked into another nearby shop. When Han Li walked out of the fifth shop contentedly, he had already collected magic treasures, ancient treasures, and more than a hundred high-level spirits in exchange for some rare materials. stone.
But when he walked out this time, he suddenly found several unidentified alchemy cultivators nearby, each of them seemed to be nonchalant, but there was a trace of strangeness in their eyes.
Han Li sneered, immediately canceled his original plan, walked out of Fangshi along the street, and finally walked out of Shicheng.
Most of the cultivators cast their concealment spells and followed Han Li out of the city gate, but immediately looked at each other in dismay.
Because Han Li, who was still shrouded by their divine sense before, disappeared strangely in front of everyone's eyes, and the surrounding area was empty, without any appearance of eclipse.
Naturally, these monks were in chaos.
Some of them were secretly sent by those shops, and some of them noticed that Han Li frequently went in and out of several shops, and every time there were shopkeepers respectfully sending them out, so they followed up with a thought.
Although the old man Han Li dressed up was a late alchemy cultivator, but these people would not really shy away from the lure of sufficient benefits. Even before, someone had already discussed the matter of joining forces.
But now that Han Li's mysterious disappearance left these monks stunned, they could only search the vicinity for a while, but found nothing, and finally returned to Stone City depressed.
And not long after these people left, a blue light flashed in the sky where Han Li disappeared, and a figure flashed out indistinctly. Immediately, the spiritual light on his body faded, and the figure solidified, and it was Han Li who had recovered his original face.
Han Li looked at Shicheng with a sneer on his lips.
If he hadn't suddenly had another plan, and didn't want to scare the snake before that, and let the Nascent Soul monks in this city discover its existence, he would never let these monks who followed him go back alive.
It should be a fluke that they failed to see through Han Li's concealment spell. Otherwise, Han Li would never mind annihilating these alchemy cultivators with a wave of his hands.
After Han Li looked around at high altitude, he determined a certain direction and turned into a blue light and walked away.
A moment later, a blue light descended on the col between the two hills surrounding the small town.
The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant here, and it is very quiet, and there are still some thick mountain fogs that linger.
Han Li just glanced around and nodded slightly.
As soon as he raised his hand, a stack of colorful formation flags emerged, and after more than a dozen beams of light shot out, they disappeared into the surrounding area one after another.
Immediately, a layer of white mist quickly emerged from the ground, and merged with the water mist in the mountain depression, and they could no longer be separated from each other.
Han Li's figure was submerged in the mist.
Han Li, who had set up the concealment circle, slapped a certain spirit beast bag on his waist in the mist.
There was a loud buzzing sound, and thousands of gold-eating insects swarmed out of the pocket, turning into a cloud of gold and floating in front of him.
Han Li sat down cross-legged, muttering softly, and a blue aura began to flash on his body.
After the sound of "Boom", the insect cloud turned into golden flowers and flew away in all directions.
Almost at the same time, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes. The divine light in his eyes was crystal clear at first, and then suddenly dimmed strangely.
This is exactly the secret art of transforming one's consciousness into a thousand, which Han Li used once when he was in the Valley of Fallen Demons. Temporarily attaching to each gold-eating bug, it seems that there are thousands of extra eyes and ears at a time.
This technique of transforming the mystical consciousness into a thousand mysteries is somewhat similar to Han Li's technique of entrusting spiritual objects with spiritual thoughts, but they are completely different.
One is to split most of the spiritual consciousness into countless small ones at a time, and use the eyes and ears of the gold-eating insects to search and investigate that the divine sense cannot do. It can only be used under the command of the primordial spirit, and cannot exceed a certain range, otherwise the divine sense will be destroyed. will be recovered by itself.
The other is to attach the independent distraction to the spirit, so that the distraction can flexibly direct the spirit to do things according to the prior instructions, and the primordial spirit will not interfere, and can even directly command the sacrificed spirit insects and beasts to attack the enemy. To a certain extent, it is similar to the incarnation technique. And as long as the time of enclosing is less than, it doesn't matter how far you are from the person who cast the spell.
Divine Consciousness Transformation Thousand is difficult to use unless the divine sense is inconvenient, and it feels a bit tasteless. The art of entrusting spiritual objects is a great supernatural power that few monks in the late Yuanying period can master, which is incomparable.
Now, as soon as all the gold-eating insects flew out of the white mist, some immediately burrowed into the ground, and some rose into the air. In the blink of an eye, all these spirit insects disappeared without a trace.
Han Li, who was sitting cross-legged in the magic circle, closed his eyes again, his expression cold and dull.
Time passed little by little, the sun in the sky gradually set from the sea, and finally at night, the entire Biling Island was plunged into darkness.
However, the lights in the stone city were brightly lit, and the moonstones filled with spiritual power shone brightly, illuminating all parts of the stone city like daytime. In this way, it became more and more pitch-black around the stone city, and there was the sound of the sea wind roaring non-stop, as if countless monsters were hiding in the darkness.
Although it is said that no matter what the day or night is, a monk can still see things clearly at night with a little bit of mana, but the distance is far worse than during the day. But it’s not good in the alien sea, there are many monsters in the outer sea, let alone traveling on the sea, even if you stay on the island at night, you may be approached secretly by some monsters who are proficient in concealment, and then suddenly attack them!
After all, it is impossible for ordinary monks to release their spiritual thoughts all the time, and the number of monks who fall due to this every year is almost tens of thousands more than when they are officially hunting monsters.
Therefore, unless there is an urgent matter or a high-ranking monk with supernatural powers, at night, the monks on the island will try their best to strengthen their guard. Naturally, the monks' gathering point is fully restricted, and all the monks who have not gone to sea retreat back.
As for the stone city surrounded by mountains, the eight stone towers lit up at the same time, and a layer of light blue light curtain protected the entire stone city, preventing monsters from sneaking into the city to attack.
But on such a night, several people with cloaks quietly came to a certain city gate.
The gatekeepers were a core-forming monk and several foundation-building monks. The leader just opened his cloak slightly to reveal his true face. After seeing it, the guarding monk hurriedly opened a crack in the barrier of the moat. , Respectfully send a few people out of Shicheng.
And as soon as these people left the city, they immediately turned into a few rays of light and sank into the dark night sky, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
Several people escaped at a good speed, but none of them spoke, they just hurried on their way.
But when Fang left the stone city for more than a hundred miles, suddenly there was a soft "eh" sound from a ray of light, the ray of light paused, and a slender white line shot out from the ray of light, sinking into the void behind him in a flash middle.
The rest of the monks were taken aback, and they couldn't help stopping their escape, turning their heads and looking back.
With a sound of "Zi", a glaring golden light suddenly erupted in the black sky far away, and the white line faintly hit something. After a strange hissing sound, a fist-sized golden light fell straight down from a distance .
"What is that?" Another monk lost his voice in surprise.
However, the cultivator who initiated the attack made a move, and the white thread flew back from a distance. After a circle, it turned into a thin white needle and fell into his hand. At this time, he said slowly: "I don't know, it seems to be some kind of spirit insect, I don't know if it is wild or domesticated. But this insect was not pierced by my 'white mourning needle', it is really hard enough. You Go pick up the corpse of this insect, and let me see what kind of spirit insect it is!" The last sentence was the man who turned his head and directed to the two monks behind him.
Immediately, the two people behind them agreed respectfully, turned into two ray of light and shot directly into the dark underground in the distance, looking for the golden spirit insect that was killed.
But after a full cup of tea, the two flew back depressed.
"Sect Master, the spirit worm doesn't seem to be dead, and its body was not found there!" One person replied nervously.
"Not dead? Do you think my white mourning needle is an embroidery needle? Killing a mere spirit insect and returning in vain!" The monk who made the move sank, and seemed a little annoyed.
"Brother Bai, maybe that thing really isn't dead, and I haven't found any trace of that spirit insect." At this moment, another monk wearing a cloak suddenly said solemnly.
"It's true, let me see it!" The monk who released the needle treasure was suddenly startled, and hurriedly covered his consciousness to a distance, and searched carefully.
As a result, after a while, the face under his cloak became abnormally ugly, and there was no trace of the golden spirit worm in that area.
Surprised, his lips moved slightly to transmit a few words, and then another monk raised his hand without saying a word, one released a small green hammer, and the other raised countless slender white threads between his hands, and the two treasures disappeared in a blink of an eye. Time protected themselves in it.
"Which expert is following me? Don't be sneaky, come out and see!" The cultivator who released the white silk shouted, and at the same time swept his eyes around, and suddenly released a An astonishing aura soaring into the sky.