Compared with the nearby tribes such as human monsters, the population of the spirit tribe is extremely rare.
Coupled with the fact that Han Li and the others deliberately drove the flying boat to take some unusually remote routes, they naturally encountered fewer and fewer Spirit Race people.
These Spirit Races had no doubts about the changed appearance of the Ink Spirit Holy Boat and the magic crystal puppets standing outside the flying boat.
There were even a few members of the Qi Ling clan who deliberately greeted these "clan members" who were not weak in cultivation.
Under Han Li's signal, these transformed puppets easily dealt with these "tribes".
Two months later, the spaceship finally arrived at the largest city in the middle of the Spirit Race, "Emerald Smoke City". And more than ten thousand miles away from this city is the holy land of the entire Spirit Race, "Fuling Mountain".
In this mountain lives the "Spirit King" who enjoys the supreme reputation among the spirit race, and some holy guards who swear that they will never leave this mountain.
According to the spirit clan's prohibition, the area within 30,000 miles of this mountain is designated as a forbidden area, and the spirit clan below the fit is strictly forbidden to approach.
As for beings above the combined body, they are not allowed to enter the upper part of Fuling Mountain without the personal instruction of the Spirit King, and can only stay in the lower part of the mountainside for a short time.
In recent years, the Spirit King, who would regularly summon some new Holy Spirits in the Holy Mountain, suddenly announced that he would retreat to practice a certain mysterious technique. The Holy Land is no longer open to anyone.
The holy mountain had never been closed before, which naturally caused quite a stir among the spirit clan. But those holy spirits are also highly respected people, under their joint efforts to suppress, the spirit clan really didn't have any big troubles, but the rumors behind the scenes were naturally indispensable.
During this period of time, the entire spirit race was filled with some strange atmosphere with undercurrents surging.
On the way here, Han Li, Mo Jianli and the others inquired about the relevant news clearly.
Although they were surprised by the unexpected change of the spirit clan, they did not change their plans to meet the spirit king.
After all, since King Ling was able to trade the Thunder Heaven Talisman with the Mahayana of another race not long ago, it is natural that he is not really practicing in seclusion, but secretly plotting something else.
But no matter what hidden plans this Mahayana of the Spirit Race has, Han Li and Mo Jianli, who are bound to win the Lei Xiao Talisman, will naturally not retreat in the slightest because of this.
After discussing with each other, the two of them parked the Mo Ling Sacred Boat near Cuiyan City, leaving Yinyue and others and a group of magic crystal puppets behind.
The two flew away to the Fuling Mountain together.
With such an arrangement, in case something happened during the meeting with the Ling King, with the Mahayana cultivation base of the two without any drag, it would be more than enough to protect themselves.
Half a day later, Han Li and Mo Jianli arrived not far from the Holy Mountain of the Spirit Race without anyone noticing.
Han Li raised his head and looked up.
As far as the eye can see, rainbows of five colors spread across the sky, and under these rainbow bridges, a green mountain peak more than 10,000 feet high is faintly flickering with traces of crystal light.
Even though Han Li concealed his body with the help of secret techniques, the pupils in his eyes could not help shrinking slightly.
With his current strength, how can he fail to see that this rumored "holy mountain" of the spirit race actually has a formless spiritual pressure that is extremely terrifying. The appearance under the extreme mountain.
"It's interesting! This Spirit King didn't hesitate to let the Holy Mountain reveal its true colors, but also completely sealed off the place. It seems that there is something tricky about it." Mo Jianli, who also turned his body into a transparent shape, was on the side. , also said a few words in amazement.
Obviously, this human Mahayana also saw some mysteries of this mountain at a glance.
"Brother Mo, it seems that King Ling has set up extremely powerful restrictions here, should we take the initiative to go up?" Han Li asked calmly.
"Why don't you go. Even though this mountain is extraordinary, how can it really stop you and me from joining forces. And if you don't show some skills first, this Lord Lingwang may not be willing to show up to meet us. Fellow Daoist Han will be fine." When the time came, he suddenly changed his mind." Mo Jianli said with a chuckle.
"Since Brother Mo knows what's in his mind, how could Mr. Han have any intention of backing down? I will naturally accompany you to the end." Han Li was not surprised, and said with a smile, so after a few more discussions between the two, they immediately decided Act separately first.
Mo Jianli made a tactic with one hand, and began to mutter something.
A strange scene appeared!
The transparent body of this human Mahayana actually glowed with a milky white halo amidst the sound of the mantra.
Then he melted away limply, and finally turned into an inconspicuous transparent liquid ball, and after a movement, he burrowed into the ground strangely and disappeared.
Han Li was surprised when he saw this, but after returning to normal, he immediately shook his sleeves.
With a "bang", a piece of talisman shot out from it, bursting open and transforming into countless purple runes. After submerging Han Li's body, it turned into clouds of mist.
But when the fog cleared, the original place was empty, and Han Li disappeared out of thin air.
That talisman was exactly a Taiyihua Qingfu that was re-refined by Han Li not long ago.
Although this talisman was rarely used after Han Li entered the body, it does not mean that this Taiyi Huaqing talisman is really of little use to him today.
On the contrary, because this talisman was refined by the secret technique of the fairy world, the power it exerted increased almost every minute of Han Li's cultivation base. But it's a pity that the several materials needed for refining this talisman are extremely scarce, and the few refining pieces that were previously refined have long been consumed by it.
And later, even after his cultivation level increased greatly, he could barely refine a few of them, so naturally he would not use them easily.
Besides, with Han Li's current supernatural powers, it is really rare for him to be forced to hide his body.
He wants to sneak into this Fuling Mountain now, to secretly meet the mysterious Spirit King who doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend, it is a good opportunity to use it.
After Han Li felt that his body had turned into nothingness, with a slight movement of his feet, he flew towards the mountain not far away.
As soon as Fang Hua's body entered Fuling Mountain, he obviously felt several layers of strange fluctuations sweeping from his body, but then swept away again, as if he didn't exist in the first place.
Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly.
He clearly sensed that these fluctuations were far beyond the normal restriction, but he didn't find any signs of their existence. It can be seen that after he advanced into the Mahayana, the Taiyihua Qingfu became more and more miraculous.
Han Li no longer hesitated, and flew directly upwards.
On the way forward, through a trace of spiritual connection in his spiritual consciousness, he clearly sensed that Mo Jianli had also escaped into the mountain by some means, and walked unimpeded and quietly through the rocks not far from him. .
The two went up and down, and walked silently to the heights in a very cooperative manner.
Along the way, from time to time, some Eldar guards patrolled in groups.
They are dressed in armor of various colors, or their bodies are shrouded in strange light, or they look weird like monsters, but all of them have strong aura, and most of them have the realm of transforming gods and refining emptiness.
With such a cultivation base, even among the spirit race, he can be regarded as a high-level existence, but here he is just an ordinary guard.
It seems that compared to ordinary existence, this holy mountain is really heavily guarded and foolproof.
But how could it really block the existence of Mahayana like Han Li and Mo Jianli.
Without hesitation, Han Li drove along a mountain road all the way. It didn't take long to reach the mountainside, and saw a huge purple-red archway standing there from a distance.
And on both sides below the archway, there was a middle-aged man in white sitting cross-legged on each side.
Of these two people, one of them has no hair on his head, but his face is delicate and elegant.
One had a face full of bumps and holes, which was extremely ugly, but the red light on his head was flickering endlessly, and there was a mass of red flames burning fiercely, like a red beard and hair.
But what Han Li cared about was naturally not the appearance of the two, but after the divine sense swept away, he easily found that the two were in the fusion stage.
One in the middle of the fit and one in the late stage of the fit.
Could these two be the two of the Holy Spirits who were rumored to be in charge of everything in the Holy Mountain
After Han Li turned his mind, he thought of it naturally, but his body didn't stop at all. As soon as he floated down, he flashed past the archway and arrived at the back tens of feet away.
The two spirit races closed their eyes tightly and remained motionless, as if they hadn't noticed it at all.
Han Li smiled in his heart, and just as he was about to continue walking without hesitation, suddenly the archway suddenly burst into purple light and buzzed loudly.
"Bold!"
"Who is sneaking and hiding below!"
The two spirit clansmen who looked like clay sculptures opened their eyes almost at the same time, each let out a loud shout, and suddenly shot one after the other.
A bright light flashed behind the bald spirit man's back, and a four-armed Buddha statue with a height of Zhang Zhang appeared. His whole body was crystal clear, and he held a seven-color token in his hands, and suddenly shook it to the ground.
With a sound of "噗嗤", a pillar of seven-color light sprayed out, piercing the ground directly.
Another man of the spirit race, after a "bang", the red flames on the top of his head suddenly rose, and a scarlet silk net was condensed, which rolled and covered the area sprayed by the seven-color beam of light.
With just a flicker of the seven-color beam of light, it went directly to a depth of hundreds of feet underground, and one of the transparent shadows was swept away by surprise, and a real human body suddenly appeared.
It was Mo Jianli, the human Mahayana.
Before a surprised expression appeared on his face, the crimson silk net reached the top of his head regardless of the distance of more than a hundred feet, and with a "boom", it turned into a roll of billowing flames and fell down.
Seeing this, Mo Jianli's face darkened, and after he let out a cold snort, he flicked a sleeve high into the air, and a gust of white air gushed out suddenly.
As soon as the flames came into contact, they were sucked into the sea one by one, unable to get close to them at all.
A sneer had just flashed across Mo Jianli's face, and with a "chi", a scarlet talisman suddenly shot out from the flames, and with a flash, it suddenly scattered into countless red threads.
The next moment, a red light suddenly appeared on Mo Jianli's body surface without any warning, and a crimson fire chain appeared on his body out of thin air.