Han Li was located about twenty miles away from the Elder Tower.
He looked at the towering cyan stone tower from a distance, his eyes flickering non-stop.
As far as he knew, at any time in this pagoda, all the monster races would send an elder of the fusion stage to station in it.
Thinking about it, Han Li was really emotional.
When we were in the human world back then, those cultivators who transformed themselves into gods were all characters who could see their heads and tails, which ordinary people couldn't easily see. And after arriving at Tianyuan City, the monks at the fusion stage are all so close to him, and there is a great chance to let him give advice in the future.
It seems that it is not bad to stay here before washing off the alien breath on the body.
Han Li silently thought about the matter of competing for the spiritual land with that man with hanging eyebrows. With his supernatural powers, which he has even fought with monks in the Void Refining Stage, he naturally didn't pay much attention to it.
After looking at it for a while, a blue light flashed on Han Li's body, turning into a blue rainbow, and shot back towards the Feiling Hall.
After returning to his own room, Han Li immediately opened the restraint. After feeling that there was no problem, he walked into the secret room and sat down cross-legged.
Although he was quite confident about the battle three days later, he naturally wouldn't be unprepared for it.
But before that, he still has a little trouble to deal with.
With a flick of Han Li's sleeve, a small silver round bracelet appeared on his other hand. This thing looks extremely delicate, but it is so light and light, it looks like a hollow thing.
This is the spirit beast ring, which is as famous as the storage bracelet in the spirit world. It is divided into several spaces, which can accommodate different spirit beasts and insects at the same time.
Since Han Li's trip to the tomb of the setting sun, he has received the gold devouring insects, the crying soul beasts, etc., and naturally discarded the original spirit beast bag.
Now he flicked the ring with one hand, and suddenly a fist yellow ball of light flew out of it, and then it grew wildly, turning into a small beast bound by green ropes, about the size of a foot.
It was the mutated leopard-skinned beast that was captured by the spirit clan that day in the tomb of the setting sun.
From the memory of the swallowing flame, Han Li already knew that this beast looked like an ordinary leopard, but in fact it was a monster with a little blood of Qilin, and this little beast was another kind of monster. A mutated leopard beast, so even before he reached adulthood, his strength was already comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
When Han Li was recovering his mana, he naturally thought about subduing this beast. But this beast is extremely wild, and has initially developed intelligence, as if it would rather die than obey.
In desperation, Han Li had no choice but to put it in the ring of spirit beasts, planning to spend a while to sharpen its wildness.
Now, this beast has been imprisoned by him for decades, and finally he can't stand it anymore. A few days ago, a message of surrender was sent to him in the spirit beast ring.
But Han Lizheng didn't have time to pay attention to this matter because of a series of things such as the robbery.
Now there are three days, enough for him to subdue this beast first.
As soon as the little beast appeared from the ring of spirit beasts, it immediately wailed at Han Li. Its pair of emerald green eyes showed an anthropomorphic begging expression, coupled with its small body like a big cat, it looked cute. abnormal.
"Now I'm going to plant a restriction on you. If you let go of your spiritual sense, I will release the bondage on your body and give you some benefits. Otherwise, I will lock you up for a hundred years." Han Li was not polite and threatened directly.
Although the little beast's intelligence was not high, it could clearly understand Han Li's words. With a shudder, it could only tap its furry head repeatedly.
Han Li smiled slightly, turned over with one hand, and there were more than a dozen slender silver needles in his hand.
Raised again, all the silver needles disappeared into the little beast's body in a flash.
Immediately, Han Li took out another bright red talisman, opened his mouth, and sprayed a ball of blood on it, and then gently waved the talisman between his fingers.
With a sound of "噗嗤", the talisman turned into a cloud of blood mist, which gathered but did not disperse.
Han Li muttered something, and then he patted his Tianling Gai with one hand. Amidst the flashing blue light, a Nascent Soul with a size of several inches appeared, stepping on a small cauldron.
As soon as Yuan Yingfang appeared, he opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of green light.
As soon as the blood mist saw the green light, it immediately swarmed up, and the two merged into one in an instant, turning into a green-red flame.
At this time, Yuanying made a formula with both hands, and shot several formulas at the flame.
As soon as Guang Yan absorbed those spells, he trembled suddenly, then rolled violently, turning into a fist-sized grimace, ferocious and ferocious.
Nascent Soul's little hand rushed to the little beast lightly!
The ghost grinned, turned around as if it was alive, and burrowed into the head of the little beast with a whistling sound, disappearing without a trace.
With a loud cry, the little beast immediately rolled its eyes and fell to the ground, unconscious.
At the same time, a layer of green and red light appeared on his body, flickering flickeringly.
Seeing this scene, Han Li showed satisfaction, and grabbed the little beast's body with one hand.
After a muffled sound of "bang", the green ropes wrapped around the little beast's body broke apart inch by inch and became invisible.
Then Han Li ignored the little beast, put his hands on his knees, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.
For the rest of the time, Han Li never left the secret room, and the three days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the early morning of the fourth day, a blaze flew directly into the living room, ignoring the restrictions outside the door, and then flew away to the secret room in a flash.
But when the fire light hit the door of the secret room, a layer of white clouds suddenly appeared on the door, blocking the fire light.
The fire circled around outside the door several times, and tried again, but after being unable to rush into it, there were bursts of buzzing sounds.
Suddenly, a blue light flashed on the door of the secret room, and a figure appeared strangely from the door, and as soon as he raised his hand, he caught the flame in his hand.
It was Han Li who had retreated for three days.
At this moment, his expression was calm, and a small beast like a civet cat was lying on his shoulder, and he immersed his consciousness into the fireball in his hand calmly.
It was the sound transmission symbol sent by Yuque Pavilion to compete for the spiritual land.
"Guangwu Hall"
Han Li murmured, rubbed his hands together, and the fireball disappeared instantly.
Then he strode towards the door.
Two hours later, above the open-air square of a huge palace, Han Li's clothes fluttered in a huge white light curtain, and outside the light curtain, there was a scar-faced man wearing a golden battle armor. Standing there with arms folded, his expression was extremely cold.
Time passed by little by little, Han Li waited for a meal so motionless, even the face of the man in golden armor showed a hint of impatience, and looked up at the seven scorching suns high in the sky from time to time , seems to be counting the hours.
Suddenly, there was a flash of inspiration in the sky, and a blue ray of light shot out, and in a blink of an eye, it arrived near the light curtain, and a monk appeared out of the light.
"Senior, forgive me! This junior came a little late because he sacrificed the magic weapon. This junior didn't miss the time for the battle, right?" He saluted the golden-armored monk and said with an apologetic smile.
This person is the man named Weng.
"Hmph! If you come a moment later, you will be disqualified from the competition. You are lucky, you arrived at the last minute. Go in right away." The scar-faced golden-armored monk said impatiently, sweeping the eyebrows away.
Immediately, he clasped the formula with both hands, and aimed at a golden formula on the white light curtain.
Immediately, the screen of light flashed brightly, and in a violent tremor, a passage about Zhang Xu wide opened in front of the man surnamed Weng.
"Thank you, senior."
The man surnamed Weng was overjoyed, and with a flash of his figure, he turned into a streak of blue light and rushed into the light curtain.
When he reappeared in the opposite side of Han Li, he glanced at Han Li, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
"Very good! You are really here. It seems that you really have some guts. How dare you face me at an early stage." The man with the raised eyebrows said sinisterly.
When Han Li heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he just smiled lazily, as if he was too lazy to talk to the other party.
Seeing this, the eyebrow-hanging man suddenly became furious, and the murderous intent that had been suppressed suddenly increased a little.
"Listen well, there is no limit to fighting in the spirit land. As long as you leave the restricted area, you can use any means. And unless one side voluntarily admits defeat, I will not stop it at all. If you think you are not strong enough, you should admit defeat as soon as possible. Good. Although there are not many cases of falling to death due to spiritual battles, it is common to be knocked down to a level due to serious injuries. If there is no objection, the next step will begin." The scar-faced monk said expressionlessly With routine words.
Han Li and the man surnamed Weng looked at each other from a distance, neither of them said a word.
The golden-armored monk nodded, and spit out the word "start".
In an instant, Han Li and the man with the hanging eyebrows shot at the same time.
Facing an opponent who was extremely polite even at the late stage of Transformation God, Han Li naturally wouldn't take it lightly. With a flick of his sleeve, seventy-two swords of about one inch in size surged out, turning into Blossoming golden lotus circled up and down around his body.
At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a small cauldron was sprayed out, and then it turned into a huge cauldron about Zhang Xu in the burst of spiritual light, making bursts of buzzing sounds.
It is the Xutian Baoding!
On the other hand, the man with hanging eyebrows made a gesture with his hand, and a little bit of blue light emerged from his body.
These blue light spots were only the size of a grain of rice, but they surged continuously, densely packed in a blink of an eye, and almost completely submerged him in it.
Then the man grabbed the void with the other hand, a glaring silver glow flashed, and a silver dharma wheel emerged in his hand, the size of a palm, but simple and unusual, and the surface of the silver wheel was imprinted with layers of spells, At first glance, it is not trivial.
Throwing the silver wheel into the air, it immediately turned into a silver ball of light that spun continuously in the air, and with the sound of incantations, it began to rise wildly.
After a while, the silver wheel unexpectedly turned into a gigantic three or four zhang, like a group of silver sun shining brightly in the sky above the man with hanging eyebrows.
After the man finished casting the spell, he looked at the opposite side, his face was slightly taken aback.
The seventy-two golden flying swords were fine, but when I saw the huge humming cauldron, I couldn't help but shudder!