Seeing the appearance of the black slit, Yuan Ying, the man with the eyebrows hanging, flicked five or six times at the black bell in the air.
Every time it pops up, his face turns pale, and the black crack suddenly widens.
After ringing so many bells, the black crack has opened into a semicircular opening, filled with black air and gusts of wind, making it impossible to see the slightest bit.
"quack!"
An extremely weird laugh suddenly came from inside.
Han Li's pupils shrank, and the golden light on his body shone brightly. At the same time, the Yuan Magnetic Divine Light also rose half a little, protecting himself tightly.
In the face of Lingbao-level treasures, he also did not dare to underestimate them.
At this moment, a strange scene appeared.
Suddenly strands of black threads appeared around Han Li, spinning around his body, but there was no intention of attacking him at all.
Han Li was startled, before he understood what kind of spell it was, the black thread suddenly changed and condensed, turning into a black light array, trapping Han Li in it.
"not good!"
Han Li was startled, a gray light flashed on his body, and he swept towards the magic circle wildly.
But it is obviously too late.
There was a flash of light from the black magic circle, and Han Li spun around for a while, before disappearing in place together with the giant cauldron and golden lotus.
The next moment, he stumbled, and suddenly appeared in a dark and strange space, surrounded by dark shadows, and ghost cries loudly.
He was actually photographed directly into the black crack.
When Han Li saw this scene, he was startled at first, but immediately the corners of his mouth curled up, and he laughed instead of being surprised.
At the same time, Yuan Ying, the eyebrow-hanging man outside, hastily urged the black bell again.
Immediately as the bell rang, the openings of the cracks slowly closed together, and finally turned into a faint black line more than ten feet long, suspended in the air.
Immediately, the Nascent Soul flashed and returned to its physical body.
The main body of the man with hanging eyebrows opened his eyes with a sinister smile on his face.
The black crack is a space opened by Qianhunling alone. Although it is called "Thousand Souls", there are eight thousand ghosts if not ten thousand, and all the ghosts are the spirits of some special monsters that were extremely vicious during their lifetime. , and those who have undergone a special sacrificial ritual of the secret method are no less vicious than they were in life.
And one of the main souls among the Thousand Soul Bells was even a heaven and earth spirit beast in the middle stage of transformation. By chance, he was sacrificed by his master to become the main soul of this treasure.
With the cooperation of other ghosts, this main soul's supernatural powers can be multiplied even more. Moreover, this space also has some special restrictions. As long as the monks who are taken into it are not ghost bodies, their mana will be limited a lot.
Therefore, even if the cultivators in the late stage of transforming gods are trapped in it, it is probably more ominous than good.
Outside the light curtain, the monk in golden armor stared at the faint black line floating in the air, his eyes flickered a few times, but he didn't take any action.
The brow-hanging man simply sat down cross-legged in the void, and waited quietly for the fierce spirit in the ghost space to swallow Han Li inside, so as to end the fight.
After a full cup of tea, the black bell in the air suddenly trembled violently, with circles of strange black glows, and at the same time there were bursts of humming from inside, fluctuating in length and duration, which seemed extremely strange.
Although the man with hanging eyebrows can't connect with this treasure, how can he not know when this vision appears, but he is also at a loss, and he doesn't know what happened.
Hei Ling wailed, and the huge phantom that was originally released from the body suddenly shattered inch by inch, and then turned into strands of black air and sank into Qianhunling's body, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
"Impossible, the main soul has been destroyed." The man with the eyebrows hanging finally understood what was going on, and was shocked.
At this moment, in a certain void above his head, a black glow suddenly pierced through a certain point silently, and a hole the size of a fist appeared out of thin air.
With a flash of inspiration, a cyan light shot out from the hole, and it turned into a figure suspended there in a flash.
The man with hanging eyebrows was also a cultivator in the middle stage of transformation, as if he had sensed something, he suddenly looked up.
But it was too late and then too fast, the figure just moved and disappeared in place, and the next moment, after a series of afterimages, the figure appeared strangely behind the man with eyebrows hanging.
With a loud shout, the man's ears were buzzing, followed by a sharp wind, and a golden fist hit him.
"ah"
The frightened figure of the man with hanging eyebrows swayed, his body shattered like a mirror, and seven or eight phantoms appeared at once, shooting away in all directions at the same time.
"Hmph! I want to leave!"
This figure was naturally Han Li. He snorted coldly for a lifetime, the fists he raised were slightly blurred, and unexpectedly, seven or eight shadows of infinity fists were also transformed into the same, "Puff" a few times, each punch shadow accurately hit the phantom's vest.
They all immediately shattered and disappeared!
Only a small silver shield emerged from the back of the man's real body, just blocking a golden fist.
With a "bang", the silver light shield just froze his fist for a moment, and it shattered instantly.
The golden fist hit the man's back without hesitation.
The moment the fists touched, a layer of green armor suddenly appeared on the man's body.
With a loud bang, golden light and blue light intertwined, and the fist slammed on the battle armor.
Under the blue light tremor, the fist sank several inches deep, and the man with the eyebrows hanging screamed, and the whole person flew out.
However, Han Li's heart trembled. He clearly sensed the huge force contained in his punch, and the green armor slid like a loach, most of it fell off, and only the small half of the punch landed on the battle armor.
Otherwise, this punch can penetrate through this armor, directly causing the man with the raised eyebrows to be seriously injured on the spot.
The moment he was taken into the Yin Soul Space by Qianhunling, Han Li finally sensed the other party's killing intent, so he would naturally be merciless in his attack at this moment.
Now that one punch has not been completed, although he was surprised for a moment, he immediately swayed, and a ghost appeared in the sky above the man with hanging eyebrows. He grabbed the air with one hand, and suddenly a golden long sword about a foot long appeared. In the hand, with a shake, it is about to be chopped down.
But at this moment, the man surnamed Weng suddenly shouted hoarsely: "Don't do anything, I admit defeat!"
When Han Li heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he swung the long sword in his hand down as if he didn't see it, and immediately a golden sword energy rolled down, showing no mercy.
With the sharpness of the Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword, even if the opponent had the Qingming Armor to protect him, he would definitely be cut in two.
There was a fluctuation in the nearby space, and suddenly a piece of yellow glow flew out, rolling the man with the eyebrows hanging like lightning, and disappeared in vain in a flash.
Even though the golden sword energy was not slow, it still barely cut into the empty space.
Han Li's expression flickered, and he looked around, only to see a group of yellow light bursting out from a distance of more than twenty feet in the air, and then two figures appeared strangely in the yellow light.
It was the scar-faced golden-armored monk and the man named Weng.
The scar-faced cultivator had no expression on his face, while the man surnamed Weng was pale, with blood stains on the battle armor on his chest, and looked at Han Li with resentment.
It seemed that under Han Li's blow, even though most of Qing Mingjia's strength had been lost, he still suffered internal injuries as he vomited blood at the end. The fist marks on the battle armor behind him are even more clearly visible.
Han Li glanced at the man surnamed Weng, and there was no abnormality on his face. Instead, the long sword in his hand disappeared in a flicker, and he saluted the golden-armored monk.
"Thank you senior for taking the shot, otherwise this junior almost missed and hurt fellow Daoist Weng just now!" Han Li said solemnly.
Hearing Han Li's words, the man surnamed Weng blushed and almost spat out another mouthful of blood.
Han Li couldn't hold back just now, he clearly wanted to kill him with a single sword.
Hearing this, the scar-faced monk had a strange expression on his face, and there was a half-smile in his eyes, and he said in the air: "It's normal to be unable to stop in a battle, and it's not a big deal. Daoist Weng voluntarily conceded defeat this time, and the winner is naturally Daoist Han. This spiritual land belongs to Fellow Daoist Han. Do you two have any objections!"
Han Li smiled slightly, naturally he would not refute anything.
But the man surnamed Weng was full of unwillingness, but his lips moved a few times, but he still didn't say anything in the end.
Seeing that neither of them had anything else to say, the scar-faced monk nodded, stretched out his hand to Han Li, and ordered, "Bring your Qingming Pei!"
Hearing this, Han Li flipped his palm without hesitation, and the cyan jade pendant appeared in his hand in a flash, and then threw it to the other party.
The golden-armored monk grabbed the jade pendant out of thin air with one move, and at the same time, with the other hand, he slapped a thumb-sized emerald green spar on the jade pendant, and disappeared immediately.
"Okay, the spirit land mark has been injected into your Qingming Pei. Unless you voluntarily give up this spirit land in the future, you will not be eligible to participate in the next century's battle for the spirit land. Now you two can leave here. A game is about to start.
As soon as the scarface cultivator returned the jade pendant to Han Li, he waved his hand and asked the two to leave the place immediately. At this time, the surrounding white light curtains had opened an exit at some point.
Han Li didn't say much anymore, as soon as he clasped his fists together, the person turned into a blue rainbow, flew out from the exit, flashed a few times, and then disappeared without a trace.
As for the monk surnamed Weng, his face was gloomy and he didn't say a word. He also turned into a yellow light and left the light curtain. However, he reappeared in the nearby light and cast a gloomy glance at the direction where Han Li left. Then he stomped his feet suddenly, turned into a ball of yellow light and shot away in the opposite direction.
Although this person was suffering from internal injuries, his escape speed was not slow. After a meal, he had already appeared in the sky in a strange place, and suddenly stopped with the light of his escape.
"Why, your breath is so chaotic! Could it be that you failed to compete for the spirit land and were injured?" A familiar voice came out coldly, and then a green light flashed in the nearby void, and the emerald dragon that was about a foot in size flashed. Emerging out, after looking at the man's eyes, he asked with a cold look in his eyes.