But something happened that surprised the monk!
Although the ten fiery filaments did not penetrate the golden phantom, they suddenly flashed red at the same time, turning into thick red fire chains, which circled like lightning, tightly bound the golden phantom.
Seeing this, the monk froze for a moment, then without thinking, he raised his hand and shot it into the air.
A white sword light flashed from the fingertips, and went straight to the chain of fire to slash fiercely.
After a pleasant crisp sound, the red light and white light intertwined slightly, and the sword light was flicked away, but a gap the size of a bean grain was cut in the thick fire chain, which could not be completely cut open.
This time, the silver-robed monk's expression sank.
Seeing that the three-color firebird and the purple fire wave on the opposite side were about to sweep towards him one after the other, he stepped on the white lotus with one foot suddenly in a hurry, and at the same time let out a long cry like a dragon's chant, and his two arms It was a little dignified outward.
As if feeling the restlessness in the monk's heart, the huge golden shadow suddenly burst into golden light, and the huge body suddenly swelled by a small half, turning into a giant of seven or eight feet, looking like it was about to break the chain of fire in an instant.
But something happened next that made the monk's heart sink.
As the size of the vajra grew, the fire chain also grew larger, without showing any signs of exertion.
The monk made another hand seal, and the golden phantom was suddenly shrunk down in the spiritual light again. The fire chain also shrunk and became thinner accordingly, like maggots on the tarsus, entwined tightly on the phantom, unable to get rid of it.
This time, the silver-robed monk really changed his face.
Seeing that the three-color firebird was flying nearby, he didn't care about the phantom above his head for a while, and hurriedly threw the jade bottle in his hand into the air.
After the silver bottle circled around, the bottle mouth was pointed straight at the flying firebird, and it was lowered under the silver light. There were bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the bottle, and then the seven-color Buddha light sprayed out from the bottle mouth in large swaths, directly It rolled away at the oncoming tricolor firebird.
The firebird spewed out three-color flames, spread its wings and wanted to break through these Buddha lights, and flew to the top of the silver-robed monk's head in one breath.
Immediately when the two came into contact, the Buddha's light suddenly flowed and released, and the seven-color aura kept turning, and wrapped the fire bird in it, rolled it back, and put it into the bottle. The whole process was so calm and calm, it seemed that this bottle was the nemesis of the three-color firebird!
Seeing this, the silver-robed monk relaxed his expression, but immediately rushed to the silver bottle in the air.
With a tremor, the treasure spewed out a large wave of Buddha's light again. This time, the target was the purple wave of fire that followed the fire bird.
It seems that he intends to use this treasure and also put the Ziluo Jihuo into the bottle.
But at this moment, there was a faint "explosion" from the opposite side, and the silver vial suspended in front of him suddenly shook violently, and the surface of the bottle became uneven. There was a faint roar like a roar in the bottle, and the sound was getting louder and louder.
"not good!"
The silver-robed monk first swept the silver bottle with his divine sense in surprise, and then he found something amazing, and suddenly lost his voice. Immediately, he saw this eminent monk of the Leiyin Sect, the white lotus swayed under his feet again, and the person disappeared in a flash on the lotus.
Only the large lotus flower several feet slowly turning non-stop was left in the void, and the golden phantom imprisoned in the sky above.
And at the same time that the golden monk was shedding its shell, the silver vial burst completely with an earth-shattering roar in the flash of spiritual light.
A round of three-color halo emerged in the void where the silver bottle disappeared!
The three-color runes flowed slightly, and the volume of the halo suddenly increased several times, and the white lotus in the sky and the ghost shadow of King Kong were all submerged in it.
The golden phantom was held in the air by circles of fire chains, unable to move and dodge at all. Therefore, although the phantom supported a little bit in the three-color flames, after a "poof", it collapsed and dissolved like a bubble, and turned into nothing. As for the white lotus, it was even worse. As soon as Fang was covered by the three-color flames, he immediately gasified.
In another place more than thirty feet away, a white light flashed, and the figure of a silver-robed monk emerged. But at the moment when King Kong's phantom was destroyed, his face suddenly turned pale several times, and he opened his mouth to spit out a small mouthful of blood. At the same time, his pale golden skin darkened a lot, and he looked as if he had damaged a lot of vitality.
That vajra phantom is actually the same as the magic weapon of life, and has a lot to do with his mind and blood!
However, Han Li urged the magic formula in his hand with a blank face, and the direction of the purple fire wave rolling in from behind suddenly changed, and a purple fire python more than ten feet long was transformed into a purple fire python with a white bead in its mouth. Robe monk.
Before rushing in front of the monk, a cold wind blew up nearby, and the temperature suddenly dropped to the extreme, giving people a weird feeling that the space in all directions was about to freeze.
A white light flashed under the silver-robed monk's feet, and out of thin air, another lotus flower that was the same as before appeared. His feet did not move, but after a few flashes on the lotus, he retreated more than ten feet at once, and at the same time, there was a bitter laugh in his mouth : "Stop it! There is no need to compete any more, Fellow Daoist Han really has supernatural powers, and this old man is willing to bow down!"
The silver-robed monk unexpectedly conceded defeat as soon as Fang Yi and Han Li formally fought. At the same time, his eyes stared at the destroyed place of the silver bottle in the sky, and his face was full of pity.
That silver vase was a top-level treasure of Buddhism that he managed to get it back then, but it was destroyed in a sparring, which really made him feel very depressed, how dare he continue to fight.
What's more, even though neither side seemed to be exerting their full strength, Han Li's supernatural powers were obviously superior to it, and he was naturally unwilling to continue fighting after his vitality was hurt.
When Han Li heard this, his eyes flickered a few times, and he smiled and waved to the distance.
The purple fire python froze immediately, and then it turned into a mass of purple flames and disappeared, leaving only the white ball floating in the air. Then, under the urging of Han Li's divine sense, the treasure and the treasure were restored. The chains of fire that became the original form of fiery filaments shot back together.
The second treasure finally flashed a few times before disappearing into Han Li's body.
Han Li clasped his fists at the monk facing him with both hands, and after saying "acceptance" peacefully, he slowly fell down.
At the gate of the palace, Han Li was naturally greeted with eyes full of awe.
Even though he was both a great monk, Han Licai injured Monk Yuanzhi so easily when he made a serious move. I'm afraid everyone below, including Canku, was beyond their expectations.
Even the youthful monk Yanzhu couldn't help showing a bit of unnatural expression when he met Han Li's gaze at this moment, and he was not as calm as before.
"The battle between the two fellow daoists really opened my eyes. I really hope that Can can one day advance to this level! Since fellow daoist Han has won, the pavilion master will naturally not make a fool of himself. Tell someone to fetch the mustard seeds and refine the secret technique in the space." Although the silver-robed monk lost to Han Li, the owner of the Tianji Pavilion smiled all over his face, without the slightest hint of frustration. Instead, he didn't wait for Han Li to speak. He took the initiative to show his kindness and brought up the matter.
"Then there will be Pavilion Master Lao Can." Han Li replied with a faint smile.
Can bitterly said "should", and immediately took out a token from his body, handed it to a monk who formed alchemy beside him, and gave a few careful instructions.
The man immediately held the token in both hands, hurriedly left here, and shot straight to the ground below.
In addition to the Heavenly Mystery Palace in the mid-air, there are naturally many towers and pavilions on the ground in this space, each of which is exquisite and looks like people are haunting. However, these people seemed to have been ordered a long time ago. Even in the big monk battle between Han Li and the silver-robed monk just now, no one below really dared to show their faces.
The person who flew away with the token disappeared into an attic below in a blink of an eye.
Only then did Han Li retract his gaze, and at this moment, the silver-robed monk adjusted his breath a bit in the air, and then fell from the sky, taking out a white medicine bottle from his sleeve robe, pouring out a fiery red Pills, swallowed intraperitoneally.
"Master Yuan Zhi, are you okay?" Han Li naturally greeted him.
"It's nothing. After taking the elixir, you just need to rest for a few months. But fellow Daoist Han, the feather fan in your hand is not an ordinary treasure. My golden body of Arhat is a top-level magic weapon at my own expense. It won't be a serious problem. But it can't stop the light blow of this fan. It seems that it is not a real spirit treasure, but a copy of a certain spirit treasure. If you have this fan in your hand, the human world may be very Few people would dare to take a blow from a fellow daoist." Monk Yuan Zhi saw Han Li looking at him, but the great cultivator of the Leiyin Sect smiled at Han Li indifferently, as if he didn't care about the injury in Han Li's hands. asked calmly.
"Master has really good eyesight. This treasure is indeed an imitation of Lingbao." Han Li smiled and replied indifferently.
When the silver-robed monk heard the words, a smile appeared on his originally indifferent face, and when he wanted to say something, Yan Ku who was beside him took the words first.
"Two fellow Taoists, if you have anything to say, you might as well discuss it in detail in the hall. In addition, I just got a bottle of the ancient spiritual wine 'Jinlong Yin'. It is said that a sip of ordinary monks is enough to pay for the painstaking work promised last month. But most importantly, the taste of this wine is absolutely unspeakable. A few fellow Taoists, why not taste it together." The fat old man rubbed his hands and said with a smile.
At this moment, Canku seems to be a hospitable old farmer, who doesn't look like the master of a cabinet at all.
"Jinlongyin? The poor monk has heard of this spirit wine. It is said that it is brewed from several kinds of exotic fruits that have long been extinct in the human world. It is said that this wine is extremely mellow and fragrant, far from being comparable to the current spirit wine. Hehe Daoist friends, don't be surprised. Although the old monk lives in a Buddhist sect, he still has some reluctance to let go of what's in the cup. In those days, fellow Daoists who were miserable, used dozens of altars of ancient spirit wine to lure the old monk to be the guest elder. However, Fellow Daoist Han, don’t treat me like a wine and meat monk just because of this. The poor monk still has to abide by the rest of the precepts.” Yuan Zhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and then he saw Han Li’s eyes looking over him with a bit of astonishment. He said jokingly, there was a lot of goodwill in his tone!
Han Li's heart moved when he heard the words, but he just laughed and said nothing.
A group of people walked into the hall again...