Although Han Li cultivated the way of becoming an immortal, he didn't believe in the theory of destiny at all. For him, cultivating to become an immortal is just a means for him to pursue eternal life. Even if an immortal appears in front of him, although he will be in awe immediately, but it is impossible for him to worship and obey his orders.
Zi Ling Fairy and Ge Li were a little embarrassed after being taken aback by Han Li's blatant words.
In fact, Han Li is not the only one who thinks this way, most of the monks just treat the "crying soul" as a legend, but under normal circumstances, no one is as straightforward as Han Li said. After all, they are still taboo about the topic of destiny and the way of heaven.
At this time, the man in black had already taken the "screaming soul" deep into the ghost fog and disappeared completely.
After looking at the ghost fog, Han Li smiled and said, "Let's go too! Since someone is willing to clear a path for us, we will naturally be disrespectful."
"What do fellow Daoist Han mean?" The old man surnamed Ge asked as if he didn't understand the words. In fact, the old man naturally understood what Han Li meant, because if Han Li did not agree to join forces, he would probably do so. It's just that he had dismissed the black-robed man just now, but now he wants to use the other party's light to break through this ghost fog. In front of Han Li and the two, he naturally couldn't help his old face, so he could only pretend to be confused and let Han Li speak first. Come.
Hearing the old man's words, Han Li glanced at him with a half-smile. He didn't say anything, but took the lead in the direction where the black-robed man disappeared. Fairy Ziling naturally followed without hesitation.
When Ge Li saw this scene, he was stunned for a while, and then followed with a blushing face.
When the gray-white Ghost Mist saw a stranger approaching, it boiled as if alive, and rolled towards the three of them.
If ordinary mortals are entangled by these gray mist, they will immediately suck their blood and turn into dead corpses, and their souls will become a part of these ghost mist, and they will fall into the ghost realm from then on, and they will never be able to escape. But Han Li and the others were immortal cultivators, so they naturally wouldn't be afraid of the mere ghost fog.
After the light flashed on the three of them, they each had their own way of protection.
Ge Li raised his hand, and released a small reddish umbrella, which slowly rotated a few feet above his head. And a beam of red light covered the old man in it. As soon as the ghost mist touched the red light, it immediately made a "sizzling" sound, and then strange blue smoke came out, and faintly let out the sound of howling ghosts and wolves . Seeing the other ghost fogs, they only dared to show their teeth and claws outside the red light. But he no longer pounced on it, as if he had wisdom.
Fairy Ziling released four fist-sized orbs, which hovered around her body, forming a mobile enchantment about Zhang Xu in size. This enchantment is white and crystal-clear in a square shape, repelling all those ghost fogs, and making it impossible to get close to Fairy Ziling.
However, the weirdest defense method is Han Li. Because Han Li didn't use any magic weapon or magic weapon at all except for a light blue light emitting from his body, and when the ghost fog approached Han Li's body, it was shot away by a few inexplicable electric lights. reduced to nothing.
This strange scene naturally caused Ge Li and Fairy Zi Ling to be surprised for a while, but they did not hesitate to ask.
While being puzzled, Fairy Ziling vaguely thought of Tianleizhu, but she wasn't sure.
Han Li still walked in the front as if he didn't know it. It's not that he wants to be some kind of hero, but that in this place full of ghosts everywhere, there is really no big difference between walking in the front and walking in the back. It's better to walk in the front so as to grasp some dangerous situations!
As for those electric lights, they just spread part of the sword energy of the Qingzhu Fengyun Sword in his body all over the shield. Only the body-protecting sword and shield supernatural power of the "Qingyuan Sword Art" can directly use part of the power of the flying sword without releasing the magic weapon. This point is also a method of casting spells that Han Li has only recently realized. And with the evil-proof properties of Golden Thunder Bamboo, it is naturally a piece of cake for these ghost fogs.
Of course, Han Li didn't fully derive the power of the Golden Thunder Bamboo, so these lightning lights were only pale white, and he wasn't afraid that others would recognize the Golden Thunder Bamboo. But his powerful spiritual consciousness, which is far superior to that of ordinary monks, has been completely released since he walked into the ghost fog, in order to prevent him from being attacked by some fierce ghosts without knowing it. After all, with the spiritual eyes of their monks, they couldn't see far in this ghostly fog.
However, the traces of the black-robed man are very easy to find in this thick fog, because a passage that is a few feet wide and much lighter than the surrounding fog can be clearly distinguished with the naked eye. Han Li and the others only need to That's how you can hide it.
I don't know if it was caused by the black-robed man's skills, or the supernatural manifestation of the "crying soul", but it didn't matter to Han Li, and he didn't bother to think about it.
The more powerful the "crying soul", the more beneficial it would be for those who came after them.
Now, while observing the surroundings with a blank face, he walked slowly with one step high and one short. Because the place under his feet is full of potholes, it feels a little wet, and it seems to be very damp.
I didn't know how long I walked like this, and nothing happened along the way.
The group of them unknowingly followed the man in black into the depths of the ghost fog, and the color of the ghost fog also began to gradually turn black from the original gray-white.
But Han Li's complexion gradually darkened as time passed, and he began to frown.
With a crisp sound of "Crackling", Han Li suddenly stopped in his tracks, lowered his head and took a look. Seeing this, Fairy Ziling and the old man behind him surrounded him curiously.
Han Li narrowed his eyes for a moment, then returned to normal, and moved one foot away from the spot. Because there is nothing but a pile of white bones under his feet, and there is a layer of shiny blue clothes on the outside, which seems to be no ordinary clothing. Next to it, there is a fragment of a broken sword that has been broken into several pieces. The texture is crystal clear, as if the spirituality still exists.
It seems that this is an unlucky monk who is deeply trapped in this place. A strange light flickered in Han Li's eyes, but he shook his head again.
Seeing that this person has been dead for so many years, and the fragments of the magic weapon are still spiritual, it must be a monk with a high level of cultivation in front of him. But after the body died here, no one even restrained the bones. It is really very different from the scenery in life. It is very sad! It can be seen that if one is not careful on the road of cultivating immortals, it will be a situation of eternal doom, and the ending is even three points more tragic than ordinary people.
The soul of this cultivator should have become part of the ghost mist now, or has turned into a ghost, and it is difficult to re-enter the path of reincarnation.
When Han Li was feeling emotional, he casually glanced at the other two.
Fairy Ziling's face turned slightly pale, and when she saw Han Li looking at her, she forced a smile.
The expression of the old man surnamed Ge was a bit strange, he frowned and stared at the green shirt for a while, then suddenly flicked his finger, and a cremation flower the size of an egg fell on the green shirt. As a result, before touching this object, the fire light went out in a flash.
"Cough! It really is him!" Ge Li raised his head and murmured, his face became sad.
"Why, Fellow Daoist Ge knows him?" Han Li raised his eyebrows, looking at the bones and asked indifferently.
Fairy Ziling also showed curiosity on the side.
"This person should be Jade Master who has met with me on several occasions. He formed alchemy much earlier than me. The fire-preventing robe on his body is made of century-old ice silk. It is impossible for idle flames to get close to him." It can be regarded as a little famous treasure. When the Xutian Temple was opened last time, I heard that he also went there, but he never came back. Unexpectedly, this person was really lost here, and even It's really unfortunate that I didn't pass the first level!" Ge Li said with a long sigh.
Han Li became silent after hearing this, but after a while, he suddenly asked something that made the old man startled.
"How is this Jade Master's cultivation and the power of the magic weapon? Are they much more advanced than fellow daoists?" Han Li asked calmly.
Hearing this, Ge Li seemed to understand Han Li's meaning. He twitched his beard and said with certainty: "Although this Jade Master is at the early stage of alchemy like me now, but at that time he , it is said that he is about to break through the bottleneck and will soon enter the middle stage of alchemy, and his mana should be much stronger than mine. What's more, he is a very rare ice-type alien spirit root, and the ice-type kung fu he cultivates is even more far away from me. It's far worse. As for the magic weapon, I haven't seen him fighting with others, so there's no way to tell, but he shouldn't be worse than me." As the old man said, his complexion became more and more ugly.
"So, there should be a powerful guy nearby. I thought it was strange, even if the crying soul beast opened the way, why didn't I see any wild ghosts and lonely souls along the way except for these ghost fogs? It's impossible for the robe man to clean up all the ghosts nearby for us." Han Li said with the same solemn expression.