"If that's the case, that's just right... In fact, among the members of the Impermanent League, they only recognize the mask but not the person... Even if they know that the member under the mask has changed, as long as the mask is not destroyed, they will still recognize each other." The identity of the person who will take over by default...and...because members of the alliance are strictly forbidden to reveal their identities to each other...so it is even more difficult to discover the replacement..." Luo Mengyue said with a smile on his face, but his words were broken, and he seemed rather weak .
However, an extremely fine black mist slowly flowed out from his shoulders, shaking in the air like a water plant.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, this strand of my remnant soul is about to hold... I can't hold it any longer. If you have any questions... just ask quickly..." The little black man turned his head and glanced at the black mist on his shoulder, and said with a wry smile.
As soon as the words fell, a wisp of black mist began to escape from his calf.
"I don't have anything to ask. If you still have any unfinished wishes, just tell them. I will not shirk them if I can." Han Li looked at Luo Meng's ghost, shook his head and said.
Luo Meng Yinhun looked up at the sky and murmured:
"Fellow Daoists can do what I asked for before... Don't dare, I have other extravagant hopes... If my Luo clan can flourish again in the future, my wish is enough..."
As its voice gradually weakened, its figure gradually distorted and blurred, turning into wisps of black air that curled up into the sky, and finally dissipated completely between the heaven and the earth.
Han Li looked at the void where Luo Meng's ghost disappeared, and was a little dazed. This fetter that was passed down deep in his blood couldn't help but move him.
After a while, he came back to his senses, grabbed the bull's head mask with his palm in the air.
This time the mask did not blur, but honestly fell into his hands.
Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the strange lines on the mask, and fell into deep thought again.
…
Half a month later.
In a piece of sea area thousands of miles away from Wumeng Island, lead gray clouds covered the entire sky, and the sea surface was blown by strong winds, setting off bursts of monstrous waves.
A cyan streamer, like an extremely sharp sword, pierced through the huge waves, split it in half, and splashed countless pearl-like silver waves.
In the blue light was a tall man in green robe, with a faint blue bull's head mask on his face, he couldn't see the features below, but his eyes projected a shining luster through the holes in the mask.
This person is none other than Han Li who went to Hairong Island instead of Luo Meng.
On the surface of the sea dozens of miles in front of him, there is a circular island with a radius of only a few miles. From a distance, it looks like a green lotus leaf swaying slightly with the ups and downs of the waves. It is the destination of his trip. .
After Han Li slowed down and flew closer for a dozen miles, the appearance of the small island became clearer.
I saw many sea banyan trees growing on the island, with luxuriant branches and leaves, green and green. The huge tree crowns are close to each other, covering the entire island. Countless branches that are as thick as an adult's arm are layered on top of each other, interlacing each other to form a thick blue color wooden wall.
On these dense side branches, there are countless slender side roots, some of which penetrate into the soil, and some of them hang down in the sea water, densely connected into one piece, which looks like the beard of an old man .
Han Li flew to the front of Banyan Island, hovered, and looked into the island. He saw gray-white bird droppings everywhere on the ground of the small island, but not a single seabird could be seen in the forest.
Moreover, apart from the sound of the sea breeze passing through the tree branches, there was no sound in his ears, and the whole island seemed a little unusually quiet.
At this moment, a somewhat cold voice suddenly rang out from Han Li's ear:
"Jiao Shiwu, since you're here, why don't you go to the island?"
Han Li was slightly surprised, because the voice didn't come from the island just now, but from the mask on his face.
He immediately moved and flew down towards the island.
The soil on the island was very soft, and when one stepped on it, a pothole would sink in. Han Li walked through the gap between the dense forest and came to the middle of the island.
In the center of the island, there is a huge sea banyan tree with three people hugging each other. The side roots hanging around its main trunk have been cut clean, and a relatively spacious open space has been cleared.
There were several figures in the clearing, sitting or standing around the tree trunk.
Han Li glanced away, and the first thing he saw was a red-robed man sitting right in front of the sea banyan tree.
This person wore a crimson dragon-like mask on his head, on which were also engraved with many strange runes, and a number "three" was also engraved in strange characters between the eyebrows of the mask.
"Jiao San"
Han Li's heart moved, and he fell silent.
The man wearing the dragon mask just glanced casually at Han Li and then looked away, showing no sign of wanting to talk to him.
Han Li naturally didn't pay attention to it, but turned his eyes to look at the other people.
One of them was slightly arched, wearing a large purple robe, and a blue sheep mask on his head, with the character "Nine" engraved on it.
He had been squatting halfway on the ground, staring at the ground. He didn't know what he was looking at, and he didn't look up at Han Li at all.
Not far from him, a standing tall man wearing a blue tiger head mask nodded slightly at him.
Han Li didn't speak. He looked at the number "16" on his forehead and nodded slightly.
On the left side of the tree trunk, there is a woman wearing a veil dress and an owl mask. Her graceful body is leaning against the sea banyan tree, her slender arms are wrapped around her chest, and she is slightly looking towards Han Li. The number is "two one".
Behind him, on the other side of the sea banyan tree, a head wearing a blue falcon mask engraved with the word "Twenty-five" poked out, glanced up and down at Han Li, and then took it back.
On a horizontal branch on the right side of the banyan tree, there is also a thin figure hanging upside down, wearing an ape mask on its face, with the character "eight" engraved on it.
Seeing Han Li looking at him, the man's two khaki eyes wandered around through the holes in the mask, and also looked at Han Li.
And below this person, there is another thin man in a blue gown and a bear mask, sitting upright with his eyes closed.
The two characters "One Three" are engraved on the center of the eyebrows on the mask.
I don't know if it's due to the rules of the Wuchang League, or for some other reason, everyone didn't speak to each other, not even the man in the red robe wearing the Jiaosan mask said a word to the others.
Seeing this, Han Li picked a place to sit down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
This wait is eight days.
During this period, no one came again, and none of the people present spoke or left.
There was an indescribably weird atmosphere at the scene.
Until the early morning of the eighth day, when the first ray of sunlight on the sea hit the small island, the red-robed man who had been sitting quietly in front of the banyan tree lifted his head slightly and stood up from the ground.
A slightly blunt voice came from under the dragon mask:
"Time is up… "
Hearing the sound, everyone stood up from the ground one after another, and the thin man who had been staying on the tree trunk with an ape mask on his head jumped down immediately.
At this moment, a ray of light suddenly came from outside the small island, and fell straight down from the sky like a huge boulder, hitting the small island.
The whole island shook violently, and all the branches shook violently.
I saw a burly figure wearing a wild boar mask where the light disappeared.
As soon as Fang landed on the island, he rushed towards the center of the island in a hurry, not dodging or avoiding along the way, and the roots of the branches he encountered were all broken by him directly.
When he came in front of the crowd, this person glanced around, then opened his throat and shouted, "Which one is Jiao San?"
After finishing speaking, his eyes swept across the people present without hesitation, and finally fell on the man in the red robe wearing the dragon mask.
"So you are Jiao San. Hurry up and announce the mission. I still have important things to do after it is done." The man in the wild boar mask looked him up and down and said loudly.
"Jiao Thirty-two, you are late." The red-robed man looked at the burly man and said indifferently.
"Not even half a stick of incense, is it worth mentioning? Hurry up and get down to business, don't waste time." The burly man waved his hand and said impatiently.
Han Li stood aside, but his heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he subconsciously took a step back.
The next moment, an astonishing scene appeared.
A layer of red light suddenly lit up around the man in the red robe, and a crimson flame burst out with a "huh", wrapping his body, and a wave of hot air burst out from his body, forcing everyone around to retreat.
But seeing his figure suddenly leaning forward, his palm pointed like a knife, stabbing towards the chest of the burly man wearing a wild boar mask.
Facing the sudden attack from the red-robed man, the burly man reacted extremely quickly. He took a step back, his hands quickly formed seals in front of him, and a layer of white light suddenly lit up on his body.
At the same time, an octagonal white crystal shield also appeared in front of him.
There are prismatic patterns all over the shield surface, and a layer of dazzling white light is shining on the surface, from which waves of laws and waves come out.
Although it was just a hasty response, Han Li found that this wave of law fluctuations seemed to be stronger than the Hanqiu and his like before.
There was only a muffled sound of "poof".
There was no violent collision as expected, nor the powerful momentum as imagined. The two just exchanged blows, and the winner was instantly decided.
Everyone saw in horror that Jiao San's palm had pierced through the octagonal crystal shield and pierced directly into the burly man's heart.
There were streaks of white smoke coming from the opening in his chest, and the surrounding muscles had been burned into a liquid state, ticking and flowing like burning fat.
"If you don't comply with the transfer order, if you report late, you will be disqualified from the Jiao Thirty-two Impermanence League." Jiao San slowly withdrew his palm and said indifferently.
As soon as his words fell, the wild boar mask on the burly man's face lit up with runes, and it shattered with a "bang", turned into a piece of powder, and dissipated in the air.
What was exposed under the mask was a hideous face with eyes wide open and mouth wide open. It seemed that he couldn't believe it until he died. He couldn't even block the opponent's blow and was killed in such an instant.