The young man was none other than Han Li who had left the Wanbao Conference and had been missing for several years.
As for the girl on the side, it is naturally Bai Guoer who has a body of ice marrow.
This woman has been accepted as a registered disciple by Han Li, and she must rely on Han Lili's force to suppress the cold poison in her body for a hundred years in order to survive.
When the monks of the Gu family saw the figure appearing in the sky, there was a commotion. Many people's faces flickered, and they stared at Han Li vigilantly.
"Fellow Daoist Xiaofeng, Mr. Han encountered a little trouble on the way, and he came a little late, so fellow Daoist has been waiting for a long time." Han Li swept across the ground, and when he saw the fair and clean young woman, he immediately said with a slight smile.
Then his figure flickered, a layer of green glow appeared on his body, he wrapped Bai Guoer, and after a flash, he appeared on the ground not far from the young woman.
"Where, the younger generation and others came earlier. Senior can come to the appointment on time, and I am very grateful on behalf of the Gu family. This is Elder Xiao from our Gu family. This time, the true spirit ceremony will be led by the two of us." Team." The young woman showed joy on her face, and hurriedly introduced the old man with yellow hair to Han Li.
"Oh, so it's Elder Xiao!" Seeing that the other party's cultivation level was not inferior to that of Fairy Xiaofeng, the head of the Gu family, Han Li said with a slight nod, not daring to underestimate him.
"Don't dare, this junior has heard of Senior Han's name a few years ago. This time, for the Gu family's affairs, this senior can come here in person, and this junior and others can breathe a sigh of relief." He was still a little worried, but at the moment, he naturally didn't show anything on his face, instead he looked respectful.
At this time, the other monks of the Gu family naturally knew that Han Li was the great help they were waiting for, but such a young appearance naturally surprised them, and they whispered for a while.
"You two fellow daoists don't need to be like this. Han Mou will come here, and it's just a profitable deal with the Gu family. However, the grand elder of your family, 'Tianli Fairy', doesn't seem to be here. I'm afraid it's not the same as what Fellow Daoist Xiaofeng said in advance. Did Fellow Daoist Tianli take a step ahead?" Han Li asked with a frown after sweeping his gaze over the other Gu family monks.
"How should I say it! This time, the Supreme Elder of Tianli may not be able to represent the Gu family to participate in the True Spirit Ceremony." Hearing this, the white and clean young woman showed a hint of embarrassment and helplessness on her face.
"How do you say that!" Han Li asked slowly when he heard that it was different from the original agreement.
"Senior, calm down. The Supreme Elder was unable to participate in this grand ceremony. It was an accident and had to be so. The thing is like this..." Seeing Han Li's unsightly expression, the yellow-haired old man hastily explained the details.
"Fairy Tianli was injured in the wilderness and is currently in retreat? It's no wonder that for people with a cultivation base like me, once the vitality is damaged, it is indeed difficult to recover easily. But in this way, the original agreement between my family and I Is it a little troublesome to rank in the Grand Ceremony?" Han Li nodded, but said with some difficulty.
"Since the Supreme Elder can't make a move, the agreement to advance the ranking of our Gu family is naturally impossible to count. This time, as long as we can guarantee that the ranking of our Gu family will not drop, it will be considered as fulfilling the agreement." Fairy Xiaofeng It seemed that he had thought about it long ago, and said so with a dignified expression.
"Oh, even if that's the case, I'm afraid the difficulty will not be small. After all, I've just advanced to fit together, so I can't guarantee anything." Han Li's expression eased when he heard this, but his words still carried A trace of embarrassment.
"As long as senior can do his best, in addition to the things we promised earlier, our Gu family will also prepare a sum of top-grade spirit stones for senior to make up for the changes in the agreement." Seeing Han Li's expression, the fair and clean young woman said, After a little hesitation, he suddenly took out a storage bracelet from his sleeve and handed it to Han Li.
Han Li's heart moved slightly, and after he took the storage bracelet and swept it with his divine sense, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
"It seems that your family really attaches great importance to this ceremony of true spirits, and they are willing to give up such an astronomical number of spirit stones. If this is the case, Han will definitely do his best in the ceremony of true spirits as a guest of the Gu family." Han Li thought for a while. , and put the storage bracelet into the sleeve without politeness.
Seeing Han Li accepting the spirit stone, the young woman also felt relieved, and said with a smile: "If there is a senior in charge, our Gu family finally has some confidence in this True Spirit Ceremony. This place is about a month away from the Wanling Terrace where the ceremony was held. Xu Cheng, we don’t want to stay here for too long. Let’s get on the road now! Elder Xiao and I will carefully explain some specific things about the True Spirit Ceremony to Senior.”
"It's best to be so natural!" Han Li naturally had no disagreement.
So after Han Li joined, a group of monks from the Qiangu family soared into the sky, formed into a line of auras of various colors, and flew towards the sky.
"Tianma Wasteland" is an endless loess land located at the junction of Tianyuan Realm and Wanmiao Realm.
It is said that the area is so vast that even if a cultivator who transforms himself wants to cross this wasteland, he would have to fly day and night for about a month.
In addition, this place is full of yellow wind and sand, and there is no vegetation at all. It is a well-known land of ruined spirits, so few monks come here.
Even if there are monks who have to pass through this wasteland occasionally, they will fly all the way and will not stay in it at all.
But on this day, somewhere in the deepest part of the wasteland, a group of more than a dozen human monks formed a large circular formation back to back, suspended in the low altitude.
They used all their magic weapons, turning them into patches of radiance that enveloped their figures, but everyone looked terrified.
Among these monks, the highest cultivation is a brocade-robed man in the mid-stage of Void Refinement, holding a blue orb in one hand and a white flag in the other. He is in the center of the formation, but his face He was more frightened and angry than others, and his eyes kept scanning around the formation.
At this moment, a gust of yellow sandstorm suddenly blew past a male monk.
The male cultivator subconsciously blinked his eyelids, and in that split second, a palm as white as jade protruded out of the yellow wind like lightning.
With a sound of "呲啦", the glow of the male monk's body protection was torn apart like confetti, and the white jade palm easily pierced through the male monk's chest cavity.
Before the male cultivator had time to let out a scream, a white ice flower bloomed on his chest, turning him into a crystal ice sculpture in an instant.
And that white palm disappeared out of thin air on the male cultivator's chest in a flash. Seeing this, several other cultivators nearby exclaimed at the same time and urged all kinds of treasures to come smashing wildly.
But apart from smashing the ice sculpture that the male cultivator turned into a smash, there was no trace of other enemies.
But at this moment, the brocade robed man in the Void Refinement stage suddenly let out an angry shout, and the blue ball in his hand was dazzling with light, followed by a beam of blue mist spraying out.
The speed of this beam of light was so fast that it hit a certain void in the yellow wind in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, white light flashed, and a fuzzy shadow was trapped by a cloud of blue light and appeared in the wind.
Seeing this scene, without waiting for the big man in brocade robes to order, the other monks were shocked immediately, and many treasures turned into a colorful ray of light and rolled away under the urging.
With a muffled "bang", the shadow seemed to have no strength to fight back and was torn into pieces by the five-color light.
Suddenly cheers came out from the mouths of all the monks, and everyone was ecstatic.
But only the big man in the brocade robe, with a look of astonishment on his face, suddenly grabbed a small fragment of the shadow with one hand, and it turned out to be a hard shell-like fragment as white as jade. Extremely, and quickly turned into clear water in his palm.
"No, that beast isn't dead yet!" Seeing this situation, the big man suddenly changed his face, and shouted sharply, and then moved the white flag in his hand without thinking, and wanted to urge to protect his whole body before speaking.
But this move is obviously a bit late.
The big man in brocade robe only heard a piercing scream in his ears, and then his neck felt a chill, and his whole head was snapped off by two snow-white fangs that were as thick as scimitars.
Then a huge snow-white centipede phantom appeared behind the headless body without any warning.
This centipede is five or six feet long, and has six translucent, crystal-clear cicada wings on its back. Its eyes are bright red like blood, flashing a gloomy cold light. And the moment it appeared, it opened its huge mouth again, and a gust of white cold air gushed out again.
The nearest five or six monks were caught unawares, and were immediately swept up by the white cold air. No matter the protective treasures or their own dharma bodies, they all turned into lifelike ice sculptures under the flashing white light.
Seeing this, the few remaining cultivators lost their souls, shouted "Flee for life" from someone, and immediately dispersed, turning into several startled rainbows and shooting away in all directions.
Seeing this, the snow-white centipede didn't care, but the six crystal wings behind it moved together, and suddenly disappeared into six phantoms.
After a while, those remaining cultivators who escaped only a hundred feet away let out a scream at the same time, and were cut in half by a white light, as if they couldn't resist at all.
Then under the dense stirring of the white light, the corpses of these monks and the Nascent Soul inside were all annihilated in an instant.
Seeing this, the phantom of the snow-white centipede shook its huge body, and suddenly six white lights flashed back, and the next moment, six crystal-clear cicada wings emerged from its back again.
At this time, the centipede's phantom body surface suddenly released a glaring white light, and then its body shrank rapidly.
When all the white light faded away, a white-robed young man with gold and silver strange patterns imprinted on his face appeared on the spot with an expressionless face.
After he glanced coldly around, he suddenly pressed one hand to the void on the ground.
A stream of white air gushed out, wrapping the head of the brocade-robed man in a roll.