"Fight it, Haoran icon!"
Although Du Yu was terrified to the extreme, he could only roar silently when he saw that the giant purple-gold hand in the air was still falling slowly without any intention of keeping it.
The two hands suddenly made a quick tactic, and the heavenly spirit cover on the top of the head suddenly opened, and a half-foot-high white Nascent Soul flashed out.
This Nascent Soul had a similar face to Du Yu's, and as soon as Fang appeared, he suddenly opened his mouth in the air anxiously, and spewed out a ball of golden blood. The moment the blood essence was released, the handsome young face of Du Yu's physical body below suddenly shriveled by three points, and he looked ten years older than before, and his gaze became dull and dull.
But at this time, Du Yu Yuanying shook his shoulders, and the white halo on his body was radiated, and he turned into a white figure more than ten feet high, standing in the sky above the white-clothed youth.
This huge figure clearly looks like a real person, but his face is blurred. It can be seen that Han has three strands of long beard, wearing an illusionary white Confucian robe and a Confucian hat, exuding an indescribable purity all over his body. Yang Qi.
But the phantom of the Confucian scholar just stood quietly in the void, as motionless as a dead thing.
With a "poof", Du Yu below suddenly rushed to the void.
The ball of golden blood essence exploded at once, turning into a huge golden rune, which disappeared into the body of the Confucian figure above in a flash.
A strange scene appeared.
After a burst of crystal light flowed on the surface of the white Confucian shadow, it transformed into a refined face with closed eyes, with an extremely majestic expression.
A terrifying spiritual pressure rippled in the air.
The five fingers of the giant purple-gold hand bent slightly, and they reached a distance of only seven or eight feet from the white Confucian shadow.
Shrouded by the terrifying force that surged down, the body of the white Confucian statue trembled and became somewhat blurred, as if it was about to be directly crushed and scattered.
But at this moment, the Confucian icon suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of sterling silver pupils, and with a low hum, shook one sleeve to the sky, and the other hand to the void in front of him. a catch.
Immediately, a milky white mist billowed out from the sleeves of the white robe, and when it condensed against the wind, it also transformed into a big white hand, which ruthlessly struck the purple-gold palm in the air.
But in the other palm of the Confucian statue protruding out of thin air, the vitality of heaven and earth tumbling suddenly burst into a ball of glaring white light, and then retracted, a large brush of five colors appeared out of thin air in the palm.
"Boom" an earth-shattering bang!
The big white hand finally collided with the giant purple hand, and after a violent wave rippled away, the entire light curtain was shaken.
But the purple-gold giant hand just paused for a moment, and instantly smashed the big white hand with irresistible power, and then fished it down again.
However, blocked for a moment, the holy statue made a move with one hand, and the second treasure hovering above Du Yu's head made a "swish", and immediately arrived in front of him in a flash, and after turning around, at the same time, it emitted a radiant glow. Xiaguang.
With a movement of the arm of the holy statue, the five-color brush in his hand trembled, and he tapped into the inkstone. After half of it was covered with unknown silver juice, he pulled it out suddenly, and touched the slowly opened jade book.
After a strange Sanskrit sound, the five-colored halos on the jade book burst out, and the big silver runes gushed out of it, and after flying away in high air, they converged into an acre-sized silver rune. The word "Confucianism".
After a flash of Zijin's big hand, he grabbed the huge word "Confucianism" like a hook with five fingers.
The giant characters hummed loudly, and the vitality of heaven and earth in the entire light curtain suddenly surged into it like crazy, causing the huge "Confucianism" characters to surge by more than half out of thin air.
Gold and silver rays of light flickered wildly in the air, and the giant purple and gold hand couldn't fall down for a while.
"It's interesting! However, it is still impossible to take my blow with this mere supernatural power." Han Li couldn't help chuckling when he saw this scene.
As soon as the words fell, one of his fingers came out a little far away without the slightest smoke and fire.
After a near-transparency tactic disappeared into the void in a flash, the five fingers of the giant purple-gold hand trembled, and after the silver spirit patterns on the fingertips gathered together, each of them showed a mysterious and abnormal pattern formation, from which a dazzling golden light erupted .
As soon as the five golden light spheres appeared, they immediately surged up, and within a few breaths, each of them turned into a huge light group with a diameter of about ten feet, and merged into one in a flash.
The golden light was dazzling, and a huge golden vortex instantly appeared in the giant Zijin's hand, and turned around suddenly.
Amidst the roar, the entire void suddenly blurred, and a huge force that was several times larger than before rushed down from it.
Even though the silver "Confucianism" is extremely mysterious and has absorbed a huge amount of heaven and earth vitality, it can no longer sustain it under such a powerful blow.
Only a "bang" was heard, and the characters of "Confucianism" were shattered inch by inch.
With no more resistance, Juli immediately pressed down on the Confucian statue and left.
The void below twisted for a while, and the white Confucian statue burst open in a twisted moment.
A scream!
A ball of white light wrapped around an indistinct white figure and shot downwards, only after a flicker, it submerged into Du Yu's body again.
Du Yu's physical body, which was not moving at first, immediately recovered his spirituality with a blink of his eyes.
But as soon as Fang woke up, he opened his mouth and spewed out several balls of blood one after another, and his breath became extremely weak.
Obviously, the destruction of the Confucian statue just now caused his Yuan Ying to suffer a lot.
Zijin's giant hand slid down with five fingers, covering Du Yu's body under it.
Suddenly Du Yu felt that the surrounding space was tight, and he couldn't even move a single finger. Suddenly, his face was extremely gray, and even a trace of blood disappeared.
At this moment, after a pause, the purple gold giant hand that was originally falling froze in place out of thin air, and did not fall any more.
The golden vortex dissipated out of thin air in a flash, but the huge force gushing out from the palm was still condensed below, imprisoning Du Yu firmly in place.
At this point, victory or defeat is naturally more obvious.
Elder Gu and others outside the mask couldn't sense the immense power contained in Han Li's attack just now due to the blocking of the protective light curtain, but seeing that Du Yu sacrificed both the holy statue and the treasure, he really couldn't even feel Han Li. Li Li understated that he couldn't take a single blow, and he looked so disparate in strength that everyone was horrified.
"Mahayana period!"
At this moment, under the shock of these elders of Tianyuan City, such an unbelievable thought almost came to their minds by coincidence.
The blond-haired man and the ugly woman were even more speechless from outside the mask, and their minds almost went blank.
The two, who knew Du Yu's true strength, couldn't believe the results in front of them. As for Daoist Xie and Yinyue, their natural expressions were normal.
With Han Li's advanced Mahayana stage supernatural powers, it would be abnormal if he couldn't defeat a mere bodybuilder cultivator with one blow.
At this time, Han Li's eyes moved slightly in the light curtain, and instead of looking at the imprisoned Du Yu, he glanced at the two treasures next to him.
The treasures in the form of jade books and inkstones, because they lost the control of their masters, were circling and flying around Du Yu's body in dim light at the moment, and they looked full of spirituality.
Han Li didn't say a word, and suddenly made a light move towards the second treasure with one hand.
No abnormal image appeared, but an invisible force fell directly on Er Bao's body from the air.
With two sounds of "噗噗", the two treasures turned into two groups of auras, and they were caught in Han Li's palm in a blink of an eye.
Hold with one hand.
The light of the two things fluctuated in the palm of the hand, bouncing and twisting endlessly, as if trying to break free and escape.
Seeing this, Han Li became happy instead of angry, and as soon as he put his hands together, he held Er Bao between his palms and rubbed them together.
Immediately, Erbao wailed, all the light on the surface dissipated, and he stopped moving in his palm.
"Since you dare to attack me, these two items will stay with me for the time being. When you can advance to Mahayana, come and get them from me." Han Lichong said lightly to Du Yu on the opposite side, shaking his sleeves, Just put the two treasures into the sleeves in a big way, and took another step, the body disappeared in a blur in place.
In the next moment, beside Elder Gu and the others outside the light curtain, there was a fluctuation, and Han Li's figure flashed out silently.
"Fellow Daoist Han, could it be that you have already advanced to the Mahayana stage?" the silver-haired old man fixed his eyes on Han Li's face and asked in a hurried voice.
When other people nearby heard this, they also looked this way without blinking.
"Hehe, Han was lucky. He did succeed in hitting the bottleneck a few months ago, and entered the Mahayana stage." Han Li smiled slightly, and replied unhurriedly, and at the next moment, the breath of the Mahayana stage that was originally restrained in his body, Immediately, it was released without any concealment.
"Boom"!
A terrifying spiritual pressure that seemed to be able to crush everything suddenly descended on the entire hall.
A group of monks at the fusion stage standing in the main hall suddenly felt an irresistible force rushing in front of them, and their bodies could not stand still and "peddled" backwards.
"What, Brother Han is really a Mahayana cultivator already. No...it should...it should be said to be Senior Han. Gu was rude before, and I hope Senior Han will be tolerant, don't be offended."
Even though the silver-haired old man had already guessed in his heart, once he got the confirmation from Han Li, his face turned pale when he saw the terrifying aura emitted by him. As soon as Fang stood firm, he hurriedly gave a deep salute and said , the voice trembled a little.
But at this time, Zen Master Jin Yue, Fairy Yinguang and other elders of Tianyuan City no longer had any doubts, and after they got up straight, they all met each other with the same big gift in surprise and surprise.
Only the blond-haired man and the ugly woman stiffened after stabilizing their figures, their faces were completely blank, but they didn't know what to do for a while.
However, when Han Li Senran glanced away, the two of them suddenly came to their senses with excitement, and immediately bowed down to pay homage in the same panic, without the slightest arrogance before.