"The junior is able to stand here, so he is naturally a member of the business alliance. It was the order of Xuetian Chief Deacon Bi Ying to come and invite Senior Han to have a talk." The cold and beautiful woman replied respectfully.
"Bi Ying? Although it's the first time I've heard of this name, since he is the general manager of Guimeng on this continent, he should be well-known in Xuetian. Is there anything important that Fellow Daoist Bi wants me to do?" Han After a slight flash of his eyes, he asked back.
At this moment, why didn't he know that Ming Zun must have leaked the news of his arrival here, otherwise how could the other party "block" him so precisely.
"I don't know about this junior. This junior was just ordered to invite senior to come over. If Senior Han has any questions, he can ask Lord Bi Ying himself." The cold and beautiful woman replied without thinking.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Bi asked you to invite me. Didn't you tell me anything else? I'm sure Han will agree to meet you." Han Li sneered when he heard this.
"Master Bi gave something to this junior before this junior came over, and let me hand it over to senior." After a strange look flashed across the cold and beautiful woman's face, she said like this.
"A thing? Take it out, let me take a look." Han Li narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, senior, please take a look." The cold and beautiful woman flicked her sleeves without hesitation, and immediately took out a pair of blood-red scrolls, and handed them over with both hands.
Han Li made a move with one hand, and the blood-red scroll fell into his hand in a flash. After sweeping up with his divine sense, he frowned slightly, but he slapped it away without hesitation.
On the scroll that was opened, there was a picture of eight ghosts devouring Buddha as black as ink.
Eight ferocious ghosts with green faces and long fangs, either baring their teeth and claws, or holding a wishbone stick, surrounded a monk with a blurred face, as if they would devour the monk's body in the next moment, which was extremely lifelike.
Han Li grabbed both ends of the scroll and looked at the evil ghost picture, his face remained unchanged, but he felt a little strange in his heart, wondering what that Bi Ying meant for him to see such a picture.
At this moment, with a "poof", a smear of blood suddenly flew out from the surface of the scroll, heading straight for Han Li to roll it.
Han Li was slightly taken aback, his divine sense swept away the blood in an instant, and after he pondered for a while, he didn't hide or dodge, allowing him to sweep his figure inside, and was pulled into the picture in a flash.
Seeing this situation, Xue Po, Zhu Guo'er and others standing next to him were all shocked.
Patriarch Huashi even changed his face, and with a shake of his shoulders, several streams of black air spewed out from behind, directly transformed into a pitch-black python more than ten feet long, and stared viciously at the glamorous woman.
It looks like the opponent will drive the giant python to attack immediately if the opponent makes any other moves.
"Fellow daoists, don't panic. Senior Han is fine. For the sake of secrecy, Master Bi Ying used a ray of distraction to call him into the picture, and it will come out in a short while." Patriarch Chonghuashi waved his hand and said calmly.
"Is that true? If Master Han makes any mistakes, don't blame me for being ruthless." Ancestor Huashi said in a stern voice, somewhat suspicious.
"If after a while, Senior Han doesn't come out, just a few fellow Taoists just look for concubines." The cold woman said with a smile, "Brother Hua, the other party doesn't seem to be lying. Let's wait for the first class, and Senior Han Even if something happens to you, it will never be in danger." Xue Po said slowly after flickering his eyes a few times.
Patriarch Huashi felt that his words were reasonable, so he put away the giant python on his head, and stood aside with a gloomy expression, silent.
Zhu Guoer on the side looked worriedly at the picture of the evil ghost floating in the air.
At this moment, this strange picture has long been shrouded in blood-colored red light, and the spiritual thoughts of a group of people are immediately bounced away when they touch it, and it is impossible to penetrate into it at all.
Even from this weird picture, there are bursts of bloody air wafting out of it.
When the remaining aliens not far away saw this scene, they were all startled, and after a few hasty conversations, they flew away one after another, as if they were afraid of being involved.
On the contrary, the round-faced man who called himself Fang Jin was looking at this side with a smile all the time.
At the same time, in a mysterious space in the evil ghost picture, Han Li frowned slightly as he looked at an old gray-robed monk with his eyes closed and meditating in front of him.
Judging from his attire, this monk is exactly the person in the painting who was surrounded by eight ghosts in the painting of evil ghosts.
It's just that the monk is motionless at the moment, like a wood carving.
The monk is here, but where is the evil spirit
Han Li's thoughts turned, and his eyes swept away to the surroundings.
I saw that the surrounding area was only more than ten feet away from it, and it was full of blood-colored thick fog as thick as pulp.
Amidst the surge of blood energy, faint traces of sinister energy leaked out of it, and when the divine sense touched it for a moment, it sank as if touching something extremely cold.
A hint of surprise flashed across Han Li's face.
At this moment, a loud roar came from the blood mist, and then the mist parted, and eight ferocious ghosts with a height of more than ten feet rumbled out of it.
These evil spirits were all half naked, with animal skins all over their bodies, strange ghost patterns all over their bodies, and strange horns on their heads. As soon as Fang walked out of the bloody mist, they immediately surrounded Han Li.
"Fellow Daoist Biying, what is the meaning of this?" Han Li's expression darkened, and he suddenly turned around and said coldly to the monk.
"Oh, how does Fellow Daoist Han know that someone Bi is here?" The monk's body trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes. The eyeballs were abnormally cloudy, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"Fellow Daoist was joking. Although Han has not entered into Mahayana for a long time, how could he have never seen this kind of technique of splitting thoughts. I thought that there was something secret about the fact that Fellow Daoist will reveal the magic weapon. It was because of the consultation that fellow Taoists were allowed to cast spells to pull them in. Seeing the appearance of these ghosts now, they seem a little different." Han Li said lightly.
"Fellow Daoist Han, don't misunderstand me. I called fellow daoists to come in. I did tell you something, but this matter is very important. I must first verify whether fellow daoists are qualified to know about it. These eight ghost kings from the underworld, although The strength is not strong, but the Huangquan Mingfeng manipulated is the real thing at a fair price. As long as ordinary practitioners are contaminated with it, it will immediately turn into yin water. Even if ordinary Mahayana friends encounter this thing, they will You can only dodge for a while, and dare not rush in. As long as you can come and go freely in the dark wind of the underworld, and you can persist for a quarter of an hour without any treasures and magic tools, you will pass my test. Afterwards, when the old man arrives I will definitely offer tea to make amends and tell everything truthfully. If it is not possible, the old man can only send a picture to a fellow Taoist, as if everything has never happened." The monk said expressionlessly.
Almost at the same time, after the eight evil spirits let out a low growl, they opened their mouths wide, and a jet-black wind gushed out of them, turning into a huge wind wall that completely blocked the surrounding void, and rushed straight to Han Li. Come on roll.
"Huangquan Mingfeng, you don't need any magic tools to stay inside for a quarter of an hour! It's interesting! It's not enough, it's too small." Han Li looked at the rolling wind, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately acted as if nothing had happened. Said.
There was a "boom".
Han Li didn't see him casting spells, but at the moment when the billowing black wind swept in front of him, a layer of golden glow suddenly appeared on his body surface.
Those black winds paused one after another in the distance of Zhang Xu, and were rigidly fixed in place by these golden lights, and could no longer get closer.
"Sure enough, it's supernatural. But fellow Taoists, don't take it lightly. The dark wind of Huangquan is strong when it is strong, and weak when it is weak. It's not just this power." Seeing this situation, the monk shrank his pupils slightly, but He continued without expression.
"Really. If the Yinfeng in Huangquan is so weird, Han will be happy to see it for a while." Han Li looked at the black Yinfeng not far away, and said lightly.
The moment he finished speaking, the dark wind suddenly blew up, and an unbelievably huge force gushed out of the wind.
As soon as the golden light emitted from Han Li's body came into contact with this huge force, he was squeezed back in a strange "cracking" sound.
Although he only retreated about half a foot before being blocked by the bright golden light again, Han Li's eyes flashed.
"The yin winds of the underworld are really interesting. I will collect some for research. Fellow Daoists won't care." Han Li said suddenly.
"Oh, if Fellow Daoist really has such great supernatural powers, just take away these evil winds. I have plenty of these things in my hands." The monk was a little surprised when he heard the words, but immediately replied with a low laugh.
"Fellow Daoist said so, Han will not be polite." Han Li smiled slightly, and pinched the spell with one hand.
With a sound of "Puff", a golden halo flashed behind Han Li, and a golden Dharma figure with three heads and six arms condensed out of thin air.
This dharma figure is more than ten feet high, covered with countless golden runes, and exudes an astonishing light that people can't look directly at. As soon as Fang appeared, he immediately raised his six arms and started chanting words.
With a sound of "Boom", six balls of golden light flashed out of the palm of his hand, and ejected in a crazy surge, and instantly condensed into a ball in front of Han Li, transforming into a huge and incomparably golden vortex .
"receive!"
Han Li slammed a finger into the vortex, and said in a solemn voice.
There was a sudden roar in the vortex, and countless golden runes floated out of it, and at the same time, several huge suction forces rolled out.
An astonishing scene appeared.
Those seemingly incomparably fierce yin winds, after touching the suction in the vortex, turned into wind pillars and sucked in as if encountering a nemesis.
Several black wind pillars rolled into the golden vortex, as if thousands of rivers returned and never returned.
The huge black wind wall was sucked up in a blink of an eye, and there was not much left.
Even the eight evil spirits, who were desperately spitting out the black wind, were pulled by this suction, and couldn't stand firm and approached the golden vortex, as if they couldn't break free at all.