Countless gold-eating insects swarmed out of the bag, instantly turning into a huge swarm of three-colored insects, spreading all over Han Li's head, with a width of twenty or thirty feet, which looked extremely terrifying.
"Huh?" A startled voice came out.
A cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and after turning his gaze, he landed on the stunning girl in the distance.
The woman's single hand covered the small mouth of the cherry, her eyes were full of astonishment, besides there was a trace of indescribable joy.
He couldn't help being startled, before he understood why the woman showed such an expression, two loud bangs came from another place. Shocked, he couldn't care less about this matter, and hurriedly turned his gaze back. I saw an ancient bronze shield shining with white light flying out of the purple cloud, which easily blocked the attack of the two huge swords.
Seeing this situation, Han Li secretly sighed in his heart. He has never had the time to cultivate these flying swords. Guiding these flying swords relies on special materials, and their power can be similar to that of ordinary Danshi's magic weapons. But now that his cultivation base has advanced to the late stage of alchemy, the power of the Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword is obviously not compatible with his cultivation base. Even if the great sword technique is used, it will not pose too much threat to the monks of the same level.
Thinking of this, Han Li ordered his two flying swords to fly up and down around Ziyun to strike wildly, but they were blocked by the ancient shield one by one.
At this time, bursts of humming sounds came from Han Li's mouth, and the army of gold devouring insects buzzed on the top of his head, and then turned into a huge cloud of insects, rolling towards the purple cloud. Although I don't know what this purple cloud is, but with the talent of the gold-eating insect that devours everything, it is absolutely impossible to stop the devouring by the group of insects.
"Hmph! Repelling insects is really courting death!" Wen Tianren in Ziyun saw this terrifying insect cloud descending from the sky, instead of showing any fear, he snorted coldly and showed a hint of disdain.
After hearing this, Han Li became happy instead of angry. If the other party treats the gold-eating insects as ordinary spirit insects, they are really seeking their own death! Presumably, when the group of insects landed on the purple cloud, that is when the other party died.
Han Li sneered secretly. Seeing the worm cloud falling on the purple cloud, Wen Tianren in the cloud suddenly whispered the word "Go".
An amazing scene appeared!
A golden light suddenly appeared in the purple cloud, and then countless golden threads burst out from the purple cloud, shooting into the swarming insect cloud in all directions. Then there was a sound of "噗噗", and countless insect corpses fell from the sky densely like raindrops.
These golden threads seem to be the nemesis of the gold-eating insects. The body of the flying insects, which was originally invulnerable to magic weapons, will collapse when pierced by these golden threads, and there is no way to resist it.
When Han Li witnessed this scene, he was naturally frightened and angry, and screamed hastily from his mouth. When the worms heard it, they immediately turned around and flew back. But those golden filaments still refused to let go, and followed the swarm of insects flying all the way, and a large number of flying insects continued to fall from the sky.
Han Li's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't have time to think about it. He slapped the storage bag in a hurry, and then turned it over with one hand, and an extra flower basket and ancient treasure came out in his hand. Without any hesitation, he threw the flower basket into the air, and suddenly white light flashed, and the flower basket turned into a ball of white gas, directly facing the golden threads.
Seeing that the white qi passed through the swarm of insects like a virtual object, it rushed directly into the golden thread. A strange color flashed in Han Li's eyes, and he quickly activated the formula with both hands, and the white air immediately spun rapidly, and the light burst out.
The golden wire that was originally aimed at the swarm was covered by these white lights, and its action immediately stopped, and its speed became sluggish in an instant.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the swarm pulled away and flew back into the spirit beast bag on Han Li's waist.
But Han Li's expression was still not very good at this time, because in this short confrontation, nearly ten thousand three-color gold devouring insects were lost. If it weren't for the flower basket and ancient treasures to respond, although the insect swarm would not be completely wiped out, it would definitely suffer heavy losses.
What kind of magic weapon are these golden threads that have such power
Up to now, he still couldn't believe it. The Gold Devourer didn't show any power, and it was so easily restrained, which made him extremely depressed.
Han Licai lost his mind for a while, and the golden threads in the white air changed again. After they flashed a few times, the light dimmed, and they appeared motionless in the white light. They were slender golden needles, It is only an inch long and short, and it is golden.
Seeing this, Han Li was really shocked. This descendant of the Six Paths practiced the most difficult magic weapon of flying needles, and there were hundreds of them densely packed, which made him gasp.
But then Han Li's heart moved, and he thought of something.
But at this moment, the light of the golden needle shrank a little, and at the same time, it flourished again, and then the sound of "swish" came out, and they shot towards one place at the same time, condensed together in a blink of an eye, and transformed into a A small golden sword came out.
After the golden sword trembled for a while, it shot out in a flash, breaking through the restriction of the flower basket and ancient treasure in an instant, and flew straight towards Han Li.
Han Li's face darkened, and he reached out his hand to touch the storage bag, and then a gleaming blue talisman appeared in the palm of his hand. This is exactly the talisman given by Qingyi layman in Xutian Palace that day. This thing is also a magic weapon of the flying needle type, just take it out to test its power.
Seeing the golden sword flying towards Han Li, it disbanded again with a "bang", turning into countless golden threads and rushing towards it.
Han Li opened his mouth to the talisman in his hand without any hesitation, and sprayed a ball of blue energy on it. The talisman flashed with azure light, and was immediately activated, before turning into a blue light and flying out.
As soon as the blue light flew out of the protective shield, it turned into a blue silk glow all over the sky in the blink of an eye. At first glance, except that the color is different from those of the gold wires, the shape is exactly the same.
"This is?" Wen Tianren in Ziyun was stunned for a moment, showing surprise.
But the golden thread and the green light were already not far in front of Han Li, they intertwined and collided together, lasing out large and small light clusters, and there was a stalemate for a while.
"Qingmingzhen! What is the relationship between you and Qingyi Jushi? There is actually his Qingmingzhen Fubao! This old ghost has always been stingy, and he treats this needle as his lifeblood. Are you his disciple? No?" Wen Tianren suddenly asked coldly after letting out a surprised whisper.
When Han Li heard Qingmingzhen's name being called by the other party, he was also shocked, but then he was relieved.
It seems that although the matter of Xutian Temple has spread, those Nascent Soul Stage monsters have not leaked much about what actually happened in Xutian Temple. Otherwise, the other party will immediately know his identity just by relying on this talisman.
Thinking of this, Han Li didn't bother to say anything, but sneered without paying attention. Then he directly mobilized his whole body mana, taking advantage of the opponent's momentary hesitation, let the blue silk light gain the upper hand for a moment, forcing the golden thread to retreat steadily.
"You're looking for death! Since I don't want to explain, I don't want to give old ghost Qingyi any more face. Don't blame me for being rude! Next, I'll let you experience the power of Luan Xinghai's number one magic skill, the six-pole true magic skill!" Wen Tianren in Ziyun became furious, and said in a cold voice. Then those golden threads were no longer entangled with the Qingming Needle Talisman Treasure, turned around and shot back, and flew into the clouds in a blink of an eye, without a sound.
A gloomy look flashed on Han Li's face, but without Si Hao's delayed flash of blue light, he unceremoniously surrounded Ziyun and stabbed wildly. But the result was the same as last time, there was no one in the cloud, and all the black hairs pierced through, but there was no effect at all.
Seeing this, Han Li's face was shrouded in frost. He immediately recalled the blue silk, turned it into a talisman, and put it in the storage bag.
This Qingming Needle is extremely powerful, and the power of this talisman cannot be wasted easily.
Looking at Ziyun, who was still silent, Han Li's face was uncertain, and there was a hint of hesitation flashing across his face, as if he wanted to do something, but he couldn't make up his mind.
Just at this moment, the purple cloud rolled up without any warning, and then the wind blew up, and the spiritual energy in the surrounding tens of miles was restless, and suddenly poured into the purple cloud like a river entering the sea. Then the cloud cluster skyrocketed, and the color began to change drastically, from the original purple to grayish white, and there was a strange sound of clicking. At first the sound was very small, but it became deafening in an instant, making people feel very restless when they heard it.
Witnessing this strange scene, the hesitation on Han Li's face immediately disappeared.
He suddenly grabbed the arm of his right hand with his left hand, and then raised his right palm, aiming straight at the gray-white cloud opposite him, with an extremely cold and fierce look on his face.
The aura of heaven and earth nearby is still pouring in, and the gray-white clouds continue to soar, and the sound of cracking has completely turned into a loud noise like thunder, and even every blow makes people with slightly lower cultivation levels frightened. Six gods have no master.