Hearing what his junior sister said, hesitation flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Fu. After thinking about it for a while, he nodded in agreement and said: "Since the page of the Styx doesn't work for fellow daoists, I won't force it anymore. But I want to leave a mark on fellow daoist, as long as you don't leave the southern border, the mark will disappear after half a year. Fellow daoist Han doesn't mind this old man's move!"
"Yes, my whereabouts are not hidden, fellow daoist, just cast spells." Han Li smiled and agreed without thinking.
When the old man heard this, he unceremoniously made a tactic with one hand, and after a few incantations were spoken, a blue light shot out.
Han Li looked intently and saw that the spell was indeed just an ordinary imprint. He immediately raised his arm and let the blue light sink into it and disappeared.
The old man surnamed Fu showed a look of satisfaction, took the page of Styx, and said to everyone: "The old man has already finished talking about the matter. Since Fellow Daoist Bai still needs three days to think about it, my junior sister and I will discuss it again on this mountain." After three days for Fellow Daoist Bai, Brother Yuan and Fellow Daoist Han can leave and prepare first. Although the poisonous flowers and weeds all over the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons where the entrance of the Yin Yang Cave is located are not a big threat to us, I still hope that Fellow Daoist Yuan will bring some The poison-proof treasure is here. Before entering the Yin-Yang Cave, I'd better not consume too much mana."
"Repelling poison? Hehe, this is a piece of cake for our Poison Sage Sect, although it is left to Yuan Mou. Let's take a step first." The big man said with a laugh. Then he cupped his fists at the others, slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist, and released the huge spirit turtle. The people were wrapped in a gray gust of wind, stepped on the spirit beast and flew away.
Seeing this, Han Li didn't intend to stay any longer. He also said his farewell words and turned into a blue rainbow and left through the sky!
Half a year may be a bit tight for him, but it is barely enough to refine the Three Flame Fan first. As for the treasures to deal with ghosts, he has the evil god thunder and the weeping soul beast in hand, so he doesn't need to prepare anything specially.
He was so eager to refine the treasured fan first, so he was naturally thinking about what might happen if he encountered some unexpected danger down there. If he had this fan and a puppet in hand, Enough to sit back and relax.
With this in mind, Han Li drove the Dunguang all the way to Silver Snake Mountain in the central part of southern Xinjiang.
More than ten days later, Han Li appeared above a strange mountain range. This mountain range is not small, it looks like three or four hundred miles, but the mountain range is slender, winding and undulating, like a giant snake. But the trees that grow in this mountain range are mostly strange trees with pale silver leaves. Looking down from a very high place, the name of Silver Snake Mountain really lives up to its name.
Han Li didn't stop at the rest of the place, and flew directly to the end of the head of the "Silver Snake".
Before they flew close, Han Li felt gusts of hot wind blowing towards his face, with a pungent sulfur breath inside. After a while, several volcanic heads appeared in front of my eyes, each of which was conical and ugly. What's shocking is that there are low-pitched roars coming from these craters from time to time, and some of them directly spew out streams of fly ash, which looks really amazing.
But just like that, there are various lights flickering around these volcanoes, and many monks are going in and out of these craters. There are dozens of monks gathered here, most of these monks are foundation-builders, and some are in the alchemy stage, but there are only a few of them.
This is also normal. Once the alchemy is formed, the general monks will naturally focus on cultivating their own magic weapons after they have their own alchemy fire, and there is no need to come here again. As for the Nascent Soul cultivator, it seems that there is none.
Han Li stopped to escape the light, and looked down a few times from high in the sky. Suddenly, the blue light flickered in his pupils, and all the fire veins in this area immediately fell into his consciousness clearly.
After a while, Han Li found the place with the strongest fire veins, and with a flash of inspiration, he flew straight to a place between the two volcanoes.
After reaching a place hundreds of feet above the ground, the escape light stopped abruptly. With a shake of Han Li's sleeve, seven or eight small golden swords flew out from the cuff. After circling around his body for a while, he made a tactic with both hands, and let out a low cry. A long golden light slashed fiercely towards the ground. Immediately, there was a rumbling sound of cracking from below, and the golden light was dazzling at the place hit by the sword light.
When Han Li's expression changed, all the sword lights flew back in a circle, and the light converged on the spot, revealing a huge crack more than twenty feet deep, which was so black that it didn't know how deep it was.
The nearby cultivators who were refining weapons in other places were naturally alarmed by Han Li's big move, and some couldn't help but fly towards Han Li.
As soon as Han Li sensed the actions of these monks, his face darkened immediately, and he suddenly released the powerful aura of Nascent Soul level monks. An astonishing spiritual pressure soared into the sky, and immediately swept away around Han Li.
All the monks within dozens of miles were startled by Han Li's aura, and those monks who wanted to see what happened hurriedly turned around and left. Some of the closer ones hurriedly left the original refining place and scattered around. They were all afraid that they would inadvertently offend this senior expert, thus causing an unwarranted disaster to themselves.
Seeing that all the nearby monks avoided this place wisely, Han Li was very satisfied, and immediately fell directly into the crack below, and disappeared in the crack in a flash.
But not long after, all the monks who came to Silver Snake Mountain to refine weapons knew that there was a Nascent Soul-level monk here, and everyone tried to avoid it as much as possible. Within a radius of ten miles centered on the crack, it became like a forbidden zone, and no one dared to take a step.
As the days passed, there was silence in the crack at first, but after a month passed, rumbling thunder could be heard from inside from time to time. After another month, the sound of thunder became less and less, and it was replaced by bursts of clear sounds, like a phoenix singing for nine days. Afterwards, the voice gradually subsided, and there was no sound from then on.
While Han Li was busy refining treasures, in a side hall far away in the imperial palace in Jinjing, more than a dozen male and female monks in different costumes gathered, including Taoist priests, monks and Confucian scholars. These people were all surprisingly above the Nascent Soul stage, and one of them was a square-faced brocade-robed monk, and an old woman holding a golden cane was a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. And the old man with the black crown was among them.
These people were all sitting quietly on the chairs in the hall, all of them were silent, and some of them looked out of the hall door a little anxiously from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.
"Eleventh brother, you did not mistake him, is he really an old man? But three hundred years ago, I witnessed the death of my seventh uncle with my own eyes." The square-faced monk suddenly asked a white-bearded Taoist opposite, with a trace of concern.
"Seventh Uncle has such a peculiar appearance, how could I mistake someone. Besides, even if the person is fake, Seventh Uncle's magic weapon, the Cold Moon Blade, will never be wrong." The old man replied with a wry smile.
"Second brother, don't be nervous. Is it true? Don't you know in a while? With so many of us here, are you afraid that we may be mistaken? It's true that Uncle Qi is naturally helping our Ye family. If it's fake, even if he If you are a great monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul, don't even think about stepping out of this palace." Another old woman in the middle stage of Nascent Soul said so grimly.
"The words are so true, but there is nothing wrong with being careful." The square-faced monk seemed to think it was reasonable, so he sighed and said nothing more.
After a full hour, when a few bells were faintly heard in the distance, suddenly a figure flickered at the door, and a tall and thin man appeared there for no reason. After taking a light step, the person strangely immediately arrived in the middle of the hall.
The appearance of this person suddenly appeared in front of everyone, his eyebrows were scorched yellow, his eyes were small, but his head was huge, nearly half the size of ordinary people, dangling on his neck, looking like it would break off at any time, it was extremely weird.
But when the group of cultivators in the temple saw the terrifying appearance of this man, they all stood up in shock.
"Are you really Uncle Seven?" The square-faced monk took a deep breath and asked cautiously.
"Hehe! Second boy, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and I don't even recognize my old man. But it's no wonder that I came back from the dead, which naturally makes you a little suspicious. However, I have the sound transmission jade slip of the third boy here, you see You can see what's going on." The strange man laughed, raised his hand and threw a green jade slip over.
The square-faced monk looked shocked, but still took the jade slip and immersed his spiritual consciousness in it.
In just a moment, the monk with a square face suddenly changed his expression several times. When he pulled out his consciousness again, he immediately saluted the strange man with great joy: "It turns out that the death of Uncle Seven was actually arranged by the elder of the previous generation." It's a wonderful idea. My nephew was rude just now, and I still look at Seventh Uncle Haihan."
"You can act so carefully. The old man is too happy, how can he blame you." The strange man waved his hand and said indifferently.
The rest of the monks also checked the jade slip one after another, and not long after, all the monks in the hall came forward to salute in surprise.
"It's Uncle Seven!"
"Meet the third uncle!"
The greetings came one after another!
"Quack, excuse yourself." The weirdo was so happy that he unceremoniously sat on the main seat.
"Third Brother said on the Jade Slip that Uncle Qi entered the late Nascent Soul stage two hundred years ago, is this true?" the old woman said respectfully.
"That's right, when those big sects secretly attacked me back then, they thought that I was likely to advance to the late stage, so they did not hesitate to set up a trap to kill me secretly. After I escaped the catastrophe according to the arrangement of the clan, I finally lived up to it The hope of everyone, I was lucky enough to succeed. Originally, according to the arrangement of the previous elders in the clan, I should not have met with you when the Ye family was at a critical moment of life and death, but the only third boy who knew of my existence suddenly Come to me, tell me about your plan, and as the current elder of the clan, beg me to help you with this matter. After thinking about it, I felt that this matter is really related to the life and death of our Ye family, so I set off I came here to wish you a helping hand." The strange man's face suddenly became serious.