Even though these eight combined spirit clansmen all have strange treasures to protect them, they couldn't help stepping back a few steps while being pressed down by the Mahayana breath so close, with a hint of fear showing on their faces.
"Senior, calm down, this junior and others absolutely have no such intentions!" The old man with white horns was sweating profusely and shouted hastily.
But Mo Jianli remained expressionless, as if he had never heard of it, and his breath flickered, and he became stronger than before.
This time, the eight fit spirits could no longer use their own cultivation to resist the spiritual pressure in front of them, and the precious light appeared on their bodies at the same time, and eight different phantoms of strange treasures emerged from each of them at the same time, which could withstand the pressure. A terrifying spiritual pressure.
Han Li's gaze focused, and he saw the eight treasures clearly.
They are three talismans, tokens with two sides, a small white tripod and a silver ruyi.
Seeing this, Mo Jianli snorted, the spiritual light of body protection flashed slightly, and he took a step forward to release all the spiritual pressure, completely teaching the young spirit clan juniors in front of him a lesson.
But at this moment, a strange breeze suddenly blew from the top of Fuling Mountain, and swept past Mo Jianli.
Mo Jianli only felt a warm and yang aura lingering in front of him, and the terrifying spiritual pressure that was released turned into invisible in an instant.
Then a gentle old man's voice came out from the wind.
"Brother Mo, don't be angry. What they said before was unintentional, and this king will apologize for them. The two of you can come to this place, and it's too late for me to be happy. How can I refuse to see you. This king welcomes you on the top of the mountain." .Lingmie, I just checked with my divine sense, and the two Taoist friends Xue Ran have arrived at the foot of the mountain. Four of you should go down to greet them first. The other four should send Brother Mo to the Purple Qi Hall respectfully. "
"Obey!"
"Receive the decree!"
The eight combined spirit clans bowed respectfully to the mountain, and then retracted the phantom of the magic weapon in front of them, and the four bald men shot down the mountain.
The remaining white-horned old man and the other four spirit clansmen saluted Han Li and the others again, and made a gesture of greeting.
"Since it was Fellow Daoist Spirit King who spoke in person, Mo Mou naturally has to show some face! Let's meet with fellow Daoist first, and then talk about other things." After Mo Jianli's expression changed a few times, he finally didn't make a move to stop him The bald man waited for others, but after shaking his sleeves, he flew up the mountain in a big way.
Han Li smiled faintly, and also followed without the slightest aura of fireworks.
At this time, the remaining four combined spirits also set off to follow.
However, the white-horned old man peeked at Han Li's back with some strange eyes.
Although Han Li didn't say a word just now, as a powerful holy spirit in the spirit race, how could he not know some news about this newly promoted human race Mahayana.
Although these news all come from outside the clan and are outdated or too vague, the fact that this human Mahayana seriously injured a Yasha Mahayana is obviously not false.
This naturally made the old man of the spirit race feel a little more afraid of Han Li, and of course he was also a little curious.
After all, although the spirit world is big, there are not many people who can defeat other old monsters in the Mahayana stage just after entering the Mahayana stage.
Han Li naturally didn't know about the changes in the old man's mind, nor would he have any interest in it. Instead, he flew slowly with his feet a few feet off the ground, and at the same time kept looking at the sides of the mountain road from time to time.
The upper part of Fuling Mountain has more restrictions placed on the magic circle, which is much higher than the lower half of the mountain, but most of them have triggered the restrictions on their own and have been artificially stopped.
Otherwise, even if Han Li and Mo Jianli were Mahayana monks, they would never have been able to travel smoothly.
It seems that the distance is only a few thousand feet, but the group of people actually flew a full meal for as long as it takes.
It seems that the height of the second half of the mountain is more than a hundred thousand feet.
Mo Jianli's expression couldn't help becoming a little weird.
Han Li remained calm on the surface, but he couldn't help but be amazed in his heart.
It seems that in addition to these restrictions on the surface, there seems to be something extremely mysterious in this mountain, otherwise it would not be able to deceive the past along with its divine sense.
The white-horned old man and the others kept their expressions as usual, apparently they had long been accustomed to this matter.
Even though the second half of the mountain road was extremely long, the group of people still passed through a thin white mist and arrived at the peak after a while.
Han Li looked up, and saw that there was no other building on the large open land on the top of Fuling Mountain except for a huge three-story attic.
On a plaque above the gate of the attic, there are three big pale golden characters written in dragons and phoenixes.
"Purple Qi Hall"
The outside of the attic was also empty, with no one in sight.
"Seniors, Lord Ling Wang is waiting inside, and it is inconvenient for the juniors to enter." After coughing lightly, the old man with white horns gave a salute to Han Li and said respectfully.
"In this case, you just wait outside." Mo Jianli didn't say much, after sweeping his divine sense into the attic, he strode towards the door of the attic without hesitation.
Just now, the detection of his spiritual sense was very clear, this purple qi hall has no restraint and fluctuations, except for a vague and strange aura inside, it is really just an ordinary attic.
In this way, he naturally wouldn't have much scruples.
Han Li smiled slightly and followed in.
After entering the gate, there is a huge hall with a width of forty to fifty feet.
Around the hall, there are pots of lush and green flower trees, several feet high, covered with colorful fist-sized flowers.
In front of one of the potted flower trees, an old man in a white robe stood there with his hands behind his back, leaving only his back in the direction of the gate.
"Your Excellency is Fellow Daoist Spirit King!" Mo Jianli asked solemnly with his gaze fixed.
"You two are guests from afar, it's better to sit down and talk first!" The old man in white robe didn't answer directly, but said something without looking back.
"Since Fellow Daoist said so, I'd rather be respectful than obedient." Mo Jianli stared at the old man's back, pondered for a while, and then swaggered and sat down on a chair beside him.
Han Li frowned, and after a blurred figure, he also appeared on another chair, and then looked at the back of the white-robed old man with half a smile.
"Forgive me, fellow daoists. This old man is used to living alone, so I can only treat guests with a cup of tea." The old man in white robe said with a chuckle as soon as Han Li and the two sat down.
As soon as the words were finished, a side door on one side was opened, and several white-haired monkeys jumped out from inside.
They're only about half a foot tall, but they're all snow white, with red eyes.
These little monkeys held tea trays on their heads, or teapots and cups on their heads, moved their hands and feet, and poured a cup of unusually fragrant spiritual tea for Han Li and the two of them in an instant.
Han Li glanced at the spiritual tea, grabbed the teacup and drank it in one gulp.
Mo Jianli didn't even look at the spirit tea in front of him, and asked the old man directly, "You two should know the purpose of our visit this time, fellow Taoist."
"Although I have been friends with fellow daoist Mo for a long time, this is the first time we meet. How do I know the purpose of fellow daoist's visit?" The white-robed old man finally turned around and said after a chuckle.
He has a childlike face with white hair, eyes like lightning, and a purple maple leaf embroidered on one corner of the sleeve impressively, but his expression is as calm as water.
Mo Jianli and Han Li were startled, and both looked at the Spirit King again.
"Fellow daoists don't know the reason for the two of Mo's visits, but I don't know why you invited the two fellow daoists of Blood Burning here this time?" Mo Jianli snorted and asked back.
"Oh, it's not something unseemly that I summoned Fellow Daoist Blood Burning to come here, it's just to make a deal. Why, Brother Mo is also interested in this!" The pupils of the white-robed old man sank, but he was still calm replied.
"Hehe, that's just right. The two of us came here because we also wanted to make a deal with Fellow Daoist Spirit King." This time it was Mo Jianli's turn to fix his eyes, but he said without thinking.
"Hehe, that will disappoint Fellow Daoist Mo. I only deal with people I know well, but I don't have the habit of dealing with strangers! Brother Mo, please go back." He refused without hesitation.
Hearing this, Mo Jianli squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand, a silver light flew towards the opposite side.
The white-robed old man didn't move, but as soon as the silver light approached Zhang Xu in front of him, it froze in the void by itself.
It turned out to be a shiny silver jade slip, with the same pattern of purple maple leaves printed on the surface of the old man's cuffs.
The white-robed old man's expression turned ugly, and he raised his hand suddenly, and the silver jade slip fell into his hand, after a little inspection, he said slowly: "It seems that Patriarch Shi Xin is no longer alive. Did you do it, or did you die at the hands of the locust mother?"
"Although it wasn't the automatic hand of the borer's mother, it's similar." Mo Jianli replied calmly.
"Okay. I don't care how you got this token, so the two of you will be counted in this transaction. But whether you can really get what you want depends on your own skills." With a flash of light, the jade slip disappeared silently, and at the same time said calmly.
"Naturally, the two of us are just looking for an opportunity here." Mo Jianli finally opened his eyes and said with a smile on his face.
"Hey, it's not that I underestimate Fellow Daoist Mo. With your ability alone, it's almost impossible to complete this deal. But the one next to you still has a possibility of two or three points. This fellow Daoist It must be fellow Daoist Han Li of the Megatron Clan, who really isn’t comparable to ordinary Mahayana ancestors.” The corner of the white-robed old man’s mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, but as soon as his eyes fell on Han Li, he changed into two. Very solemn.
"My lord Ling also heard about my name. Han was really flattered. But fellow Taoists might look down on brother Mo and me too!" Han Li suddenly smiled and said lightly.