Han Li quietly meditated in the room. After an unknown period of time, the spiritual power that was originally consumed by the rush gradually returned to its peak state.
When he opened his eyes and looked inside his body, a slight smile appeared on his face. After practicing Qingyuan Sword Art to the tenth level, it is obvious that the recovery of spiritual power has increased a lot compared to before, which can be regarded as a surprise.
Thinking this way in his heart, Han Li pondered for a while, then reached out his hand and took out a shiny black wooden box from his bosom, with a few gleaming blue prohibition talismans stuck on the box cover. Flicking the cover of the box with one hand, a few talismans fell off, turned into a few blue lights and flew into the cuff. Han Li tapped the box again with one finger, and the lid opened by itself, revealing the contents inside. A large palm talisman covered with runes stayed quietly in the box, and there was a faint blood-colored small streak on the surface of the talisman. Jiao swims back and forth endlessly.
Han Li stretched out his hand to lightly stroke the talisman, and the talisman flew out, circled and landed lightly on his hand.
He spent several days of hard work and failed three times in a row before he finally succeeded in refining this talisman. Although he didn't know how powerful it was, he could be sure that the power of this "spiritual talisman" was lower than that described in the refining method. Quite a lot. After all, after failing to refine the talisman three times, the eighth-level dragon soul lost most of its soul power, and the real effectiveness can only be tested in actual combat.
Han Li touched the various runes on the surface of the talisman with his fingers, and fell into deep thought, his expression changing from cloudy to cloudy.
When Han Li sat cross-legged in the room and meditated quietly. In a certain stone room twenty or thirty meters deep underground in the Fashi station tens of miles away from Tiannan Camp, there were also several mysterious figures gathered around a stone table, discussing something.
Five men and two women, one man and one woman were wearing black robes, unable to see their faces. But among the other few people, there were two people that Han Li knew, and one was a woman surnamed Le who forced the ancient lamp to make him suffer a lot during the battle of Huanglong Mountain that day. The other is the middle-aged Confucian scholar who chased and killed him for days and nights, causing his vitality to be severely damaged, that Divine Master Zhong. The other three men were a black and thin old man, a short man who was less than four feet tall, and a handsome man in brocade clothes.
"Master Le, how is the preparation of the spiritual oil? You need to know how long the holy lamp is lit, which is related to the length of time the holy bird will appear in this world, and there is no room for any mistakes." The thin old man was wrinkled, but his eyes With crystal clear eyes, he sat at the corner of the stone table and asked the woman surnamed Le lightly.
"Master Zhu, don't worry. This battle is related to the life and death of my family. I have already brought out all the lamp oil that my family has stored for more than a thousand years, which is enough to support the holy bird to finish this battle." Le of the green shirt The surname is a woman, Huarong said solemnly.
"Brother Zhong, the spiritual array you organized should be fine. Compared with Tiannan cultivators, our magicians are inferior to the opponent in both quantity and quality, and we can only rely on the spiritual array to suppress it." The opponent attacked." The old man turned his face and asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar again.
"There is no problem. My hundreds of years of spiritual magic circle research is not in vain. I have passed on several new and improved large formations to them. If Brother Tiannan still uses the power of the original spirit magic circle to measure this battle If so, they will definitely be surprised." Confucian scholar said calmly.
"That's all right! Brother Bi, as soon as the melee begins, you let all the high-ranking mages summon ethereal beasts to attack, so as to attract the opponent's attack and consume the monks' mana as much as possible. Fang Zongzhu, this requires the cooperation of your giant beasts It's gone." The skinny old man said a few words to the dwarf, and said politely to the man in black robe.
"Before the war begins, I will give you those giant beasts. However, the nobles won't go back on what they promised us." After the black-robed man agreed, he said something more meaningful.
"Repent? Brother Fang was joking. After the battle with the monks just now, will our Mulan tribe do stupid things to offend the noble sect? Anyway, your Yin Luozong is also one of the top ten demon sects in the Jin Dynasty. Once our Mulan tribe wins Tiannan , will only try to cultivate life and rest as much as possible, and it is not a big deal to hand over a few mortal countries to the noble clan. Anyway, these mortals are all from the Yan tribe, and we will not care about their life or death." The skinny old man's eyes flickered few times. Said grimly.
"That's good. This time, if our Yin Luozong Zhenzong's treasure, Gui Luofan, hadn't been destroyed by those guys from Zhengdao, and we urgently needed a lot of living souls to repair it, our sect would never get involved with you mages and Tiannan." In the battle of monks. Collecting a large number of living souls in Dajin will definitely be entangled by those righteous guys. Although we are not afraid of them, we cannot delay the restoration of treasures." After the black-robed man nodded, his voice was emotionless Said.
"In addition, the souls of all the immortal cultivators who died in this battle also belong to the sect. On this point, Master Zhu has no objection." The black-robed woman also spoke. But the voice is thick and hoarse, which is not commensurate with its slender figure. People who hear it for the first time will definitely be shocked.
"Of course we don't care about the living souls of monks, but can't you identify and release the living souls of monks? Some time ago, you unscrupulously collected the living and dying souls of the war dead, which has made us three old guys very passive. We can I will make some compensation in other respects." Hearing this, the skinny old man said after his expression changed slightly.
"This is not acceptable. There is no difference between the ghosts of monks and lawmen, and there is no way to subdivide them. Besides, there is a way to identify them. There must be tens of thousands of lawmen and monks who died in tomorrow's battle. What do you call us?" Are the three god masters going to break their promise on this matter?" The black-robed man narrowed his eyes, his pupils instantly turned emerald green, and a gloomy coldness emanated from his body.
The Confucian student surnamed Zhong and the dwarf surnamed Bi felt annoyed in their hearts. Although they didn't do anything, one had a silver light on his body, and the other had a red light flashing on his face. At the same time, they stared at the man in black and said nothing. The big man in brocade and the woman surnamed Le also stared at the man in black coldly, showing displeasure on their faces.
You must know that the matter of collecting the souls of the dead mages has already made these people very dissatisfied. If it is not really inseparable from these Jin country demon cultivators, I am afraid that they may have turned their faces long ago.
"Cough! Stop it, what are you doing? Fang Zongzhu is a guest invited by Zhu himself, don't you even give it to me?" The old man coughed lightly, and his face darkened.
And the black-robed woman on the other side also moved her lips slightly and said something to the black-robed man. Hearing this man in black robe, the green light in his eyes gradually receded, and the cold air all over his body also disappeared in a strange flash.
Seeing this, Confucian scholars and the others let out a sigh of relief, and then dissipated their spiritual power. They are all very clear that although they don't like each other very much, right now they are getting what they need, and this is not the time for internal strife.
"How about this, you can detain the living soul, but it must be done secretly after the battle, and no one else can see it. Otherwise, we really can't suppress the people below." After a moment of hesitation, the skinny old man gritted his teeth Said.
"Okay, I can agree to this condition." The black-robed man flickered his eyes a few times, and nodded in agreement. Although Confucian scholars and others are still a little dissatisfied, that's all they can do.
"Is the method that your ancestor prepared for gambling really feasible? Don't be self-defeating. You know, Tiannan also has demon cultivators, so don't be spotted by the other party." The brocade robed man who had been silent all this time suddenly said lightly. One sentence.
"Devil cultivators? They are also considered? They just know some superficial cultivation techniques. Or they pretended to be clever and changed the magic formulas beyond recognition. How would they know how powerful the ancient magic skills are?" The black-robed man sneered, Said dismissively.
"Really! But one of the elders of the noble sect seemed to be killed instantly by a cultivator from Tiannan of the same rank. I think it's better not to underestimate the suzerain master." Said. The black-robed man's eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly, but he didn't refute anything.
But the black-robed woman took this opportunity to speak: "I actually wanted to talk about this. The monk who can release the golden arc is of some use to our Yin Luozong. We hope that the three gods will hand it over to you." Let's deal with it, what do the god masters think?"
"Leave it to you!" The skinny old man murmured after hearing the words.
"Why, are the three of you unwilling to agree to such a small condition?" The black-robed woman seemed a little dissatisfied, but her voice became rougher and harsher.
"If it's just a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, it's no problem to hand it over to two fellow Taoists. But if it involves the magic weapon of golden thunder and bamboo, it will be quite different." The old man stared at the black robed woman with a full face. A strange smile was squeezed out of the wrinkles, and he said unhurriedly.
"Fellow Daoist Zhu has already guessed it." The black-robed woman's heart sank slightly, and she became a little surprised.
"Although our Mulan Grassland is a bit poor, the three major sacred trees in the world of cultivating immortals, the old ones still know a little bit. Although there are not many people who know about the evil god thunder, they can't hide it from me and a few others." The old man said slowly.
"Since you know the Evil Resisting Divine Thunder, you know that our Demon Sect must never let this thing fall into the hands of others. If you have any conditions, just tell me." The black-robed man saw the other party's intentions and asked directly. .
"It's very simple. I heard that besides a dozen giant beasts, the noble sect also brought a lot of bronze-armored corpses. I hope that Brother Fang can release these corpse soldiers when the battle is at a critical moment tomorrow." , to help our clan. After all, no matter how well prepared we are, we don’t know how monks will deal with the enemy, so we should be more careful.” The wrinkles on the old man’s cheeks trembled slightly, and he said with a half-smile.
"Oh! I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Zhu to know a lot about the sect's secret arts. Although it is easier to refine the bronze armored corpse soldiers, if you lose too much at one time, it will be detrimental to the future development of the sect. If this condition, then The Tiannan cultivator who drove the evil god's thunder must be captured alive by you." After thinking about it for a while, the black-robed man did not refuse, but stated his own conditions.