When Han Li was about to break a chain on the Nascent Soul, in a certain desert hall thousands of miles away from the Black Wind Sea, the haggard man sitting on the big black chair in the hall suddenly moved slightly, and his eyes slowly opened. Opened, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of shade.
The bluish-black chains covering the entire hall immediately floated off the ground like goose feathers, making trembling sounds one after another.
The man pondered for a moment, and then sneered, then made no other movements, and slowly closed his eyes again.
In the hall, all the chains fell to the ground safely, and became silent again.
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In the courtyard of Wumeng Island.
Han Li's eyes were closed tightly, and he was urging the silver light thread with all his heart, winding towards the second pitch-black chain.
At this time, his brows suddenly frowned, and there was a wave of moderate waves in the sea of consciousness.
He faintly felt that when he cut off the first chain just now, he seemed to have faintly touched a certain terrifying existence at the other end of the chain.
This made him nervous for a while, for fear that a new black chain would grow out of thin air in his dantian like last time.
Fortunately, after a long time, there was no abnormality on the Nascent Soul, so he felt relieved a little, and then focused all his attention on the second chain.
I saw the silver light threads condensed by his mana and the power of the stars, climbing up one by one, and soon wrapped the second chain in it.
Immediately, black smoke "sizzled" from the surface of the chain as before, and the black crystal light on it also began to fade.
However, compared to the previous time, the speed at which the black light faded this time was significantly slower. Correspondingly, the consumption of Han Li's silver light thread also became more.
For a while, there was a stalemate.
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One night after a few days.
The silver beam of light in the small courtyard exploded with a "boom", turning into bits of silver light and dissipating.
Han Li slowly opened his eyes, looking at the avatar sitting opposite him, a look of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.
After a few days of continuous wear and tear, the black runes on the second chain chain were consumed a lot, and finally he used the great axe of divine sense to split it after dozens of axes.
However, after this encounter, the meager magic power in Han Li's body and the magic power converted from the power of faith in the ground only incarnation were also exhausted, so he could only temporarily stop.
"Looks like it's going to be a protracted battle..."
Han Li murmured a sigh, took out a pill and put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
Beside him, he turned into an avatar with a calm face, sitting cross-legged quietly, with a blue light shining all over his body, slowly absorbing the power of faith transmitted from various stone statues on Wumeng Island.
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At the same time, Yunfu Realm.
Thousands of miles above the sky, the sky is clear and blue, and huge clouds of various shapes are suspended everywhere, rolling and relaxing under the blowing of the air current, gathering and dispersing indefinitely.
With the continuous movement of the sun's position in the sky, the angle of the sunlight is constantly changing, which makes the color of the white clouds reflected by it also change accordingly, showing different colors such as blue, blue, yellow and red.
Below a huge cloud cluster shaped like a colorful phoenix, lies a green mountain range over a thousand miles long. The mountain is winding like a dormant dragon, and its momentum is quite impressive.
And in the middle of the mountain range, a lone peak over a thousand feet high stands alone, standing proudly independent of other surrounding peaks.
From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, the vegetation is dense and full of vitality, while the peak that towers into the colorful clouds has sparse vegetation and white rocks everywhere.
On the top of the peak, a wide white square was built, and behind the square near the cliff stood a majestic golden hall.
At this moment, in the main hall, dozens of monks dressed in various costumes are gathering, one by one, like officials on a secular pilgrimage, lined up respectfully on both sides of the main hall.
Among these people, there are old people, young girls, middle-aged Confucian scholars, and rough men. Without exception, they are all Mahayana monks.
At this time, on the main seat in the middle of the hall, was sitting a young man in a black suit. He looked only in his twenties or thirties. Fang Pan, the world that quelled the beast tide.
"Fang Xianshi, under the joint efforts of Fengxianmen and Zhuoyanzong, many monk sects on Dongliu Continent and Xichuan Continent have worked together to clean up the beast tide there. I believe it will not take long. , it will be completely eradicated." An old man with a long beard in a gray Taoist robe took a step forward and said respectfully to the young man in black.
Almost everyone in the hall was filled with awe for this Master Immortal Envoy from the Immortal Realm. On the one hand, it was because of his unfathomable strength, and on the other hand, because of his ruthless and decisive style.
Since he arrived in the Yunfu Realm, he has vigorously and vigorously issued a number of measures to deal with the beast tide. He not only requires the major sects to strictly implement it, but also personally exercises the responsibility of supervision.
Several elders from several major sects in the palace were killed by him resolutely because they were not good at handling affairs.
However, none of the people in the hall would have the slightest resentment towards the Fang Xianshi because of this.
On the one hand, it was because he didn't dare, and on the other hand, it was because this person was extremely serious about dealing with the beast horde, even more attentive than those people from the Yunfu Realm.
They have all seen Fang Xianshi with their own eyes many times, entering the beast tide alone, beheading several of the most ferocious female beasts hidden in it.
After Fang Pan listened to this person's report, he nodded slightly. Just as he was about to speak, a yellow light suddenly lit up on his waistband, and there was a rush of buzzing sound.
His expression changed slightly, and he took out a circular communication plate from his waist, and glanced at it as soon as his consciousness moved.
After a while, his complexion became a little cloudy and uncertain, and finally, it became completely gloomy.
Seeing this, the people in the palace were so nervous that they didn't even dare to vent their breath.
After putting away the Dharma plate, Fang Pan looked at everyone in the hall and shouted in a low voice:
"All of you, set off immediately and order all sects to mobilize all forces to clean up the remnants of the beast tide on the two continents in the shortest possible time. Anyone who violates this will be killed!"
When everyone heard the words, they were all shocked, but they didn't dare to have the slightest objection, they took orders one after another and left the hall.
After a while, the whole hall became empty, leaving only Fang Pan alone.
He flipped his hand and took out a translucent white jade porcelain bottle, held it up to his eyes, looked at the drop of golden blood essence slowly sliding along the wall of the bottle, and muttered to himself:
"Even if you can untie the chain of inter-element law? Now that you have returned to the fairyland, with this last drop of blood, I can find your exact location. I just wait for this matter, and I will go back and crush you with my own hands." Hui, this time you will be wiped out..."
At the end, a ferocious look flashed between his brows, and an extremely sinister look appeared in his eyes.
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Time flies like a white horse, and soon a whole year has passed.
During this year, almost every night on Wumeng Island, there were silver beams of light falling from the night sky on the island, and from time to time there would be bursts of strange movements on the island.
All the islanders knew that this was because their patron god of Wumeng Island was practicing in seclusion.
At first, they were still a little uncomfortable, but after a long time, they gradually got used to it. On the contrary, one day there was no abnormality, and he felt that he could not sleep well.
However, tonight, the movement on the island was really too loud. Almost the entire island was trembling non-stop. Even the sea area outside the island was affected, and huge waves surged up.
Many islanders could not sleep peacefully, so they came to the statues of ancestor gods all over the island and prayed sincerely.
At this time, in the small courtyard in the center of the island, Han Li, dressed in green, was sitting cross-legged in the white starlight, with his eyes closed and his face full of solemnity.
In front of him, the avatar sitting opposite him, his body was also shining with aqua blue light, transforming all the power of faith in his body into mana, and it was continuously entering his body.
At this moment, Han Li's dantian was filled with the power of bright white stars, and a little golden figure was suspended in the white light.
The eight pitch-black chains protruding from his body had disappeared at this moment, replaced by a nearly solid blue-black chain extending from his lower abdomen.
This chain is the last chain that was condensed after the other eight chains collapsed.
With the help of the large formation, Han Li used the power of the stars and mana to wear away the black mist crystal light on it for more than three months, before finally roughly erasing it, revealing its true body.
"call"
Following Han Li's thoughts, a crystal clear giant ax condensed by the power of divine thoughts immediately appeared in his dantian, lifted up suddenly, and slashed heavily towards the chain.
There was a "boom", as if a thunderbolt exploded in Han Li's dantian.
I saw the huge ax of spiritual thoughts flying back high and backwards, turning into strands of crystal light and dissipating, but on the black and blue chains, it was as clean as ever, without any trace.
Han Li's face remained unchanged, as if he had already expected this situation to happen.
With a low drink in his mouth, all the magic power in his body immediately surged out, absorbing all the power of the stars in his dantian, condensing it into a silver light palm, and stretched out to grab it on the chain.
At the same time, under the operation of the alchemy technique, violent winds and waves arose in his sea of consciousness, and the majestic power of consciousness surged down, rushed into the dantian, and turned into a crystal giant hand , also caught on the chain.
After clenching the two giant hands tightly, Han Li immediately pulled with all his might.
As soon as the black chain "clanged" sounded, it immediately tightened into a straight line, and a burst of severe pain also came from the Nascent Soul.
He gritted his teeth tightly, urging the power of his spiritual consciousness to pour into his dantian continuously, and at the same time, his two giant hands were pulling desperately without letting go.
However, although the sound of "clank" continued to sound from the tight black chain, there was no sign of loosening at all.