It was still late at night, and everything was still.
Han Li came out of the cave, his body was radiant, and he looked for a certain direction and walked away through the air.
As a result, not long after he flew out, he felt the sky darken before him, and a giant white palm appeared out of nowhere and fell down.
The sound of "嗤嗤" was loud, and countless white fire lotus appeared out of thin air like a celestial maiden scattered flowers. With a turn, countless lotus petals shot out, covering an area of more than a hundred feet in one fell swoop, making Han Li fundamentally Can't dodge.
The temperature of the nearby air suddenly dropped under an extremely cold breath, and even a layer of crystal clear frost appeared on the ground of the nearby mountain top.
Han Li was startled for a moment, then he raised his hand and punched the air, and suddenly a huge invisible force surged out.
"Bang bang bang" a series of chaotic sounds!
Almost all the white fire lotus collapsed one after another like bubbles, and dissipated into crystal lights all over the sky.
The white giant palm also seemed to be pressed by this huge force, causing the aura on the surface to tremble wildly, and the nearby void was slightly distorted, and rumbled and buzzed.
The owner of the giant palm seemed a little caught off guard, shrank in a panic, and disappeared into the void.
Then not far away, the void fluctuated together, and a figure whose whole body was covered by a layer of white light and whose face could not be seen clearly emerged, holding a crystal blue jade ruler in his hand, with circles of threads like threads imprinted on the surface. Mysterious patterns.
As soon as the figure appeared, he flipped over with one hand and threw the jade ruler in his hand into the sky.
This ruler turned around and rose to a size of more than a hundred feet in the face of the wind. A series of spiritual lines on the surface lit up, blooming a dazzling blue light.
I saw the white figure raising one hand.
The sound of breaking the air is loud!
Immediately, there was a long sound from the giant ruler, and the Chao Hanli was slashed down with the sound of wind and thunder.
Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, his cuff moved, and he stretched out a palm with five fingers, grabbing the void.
Before he really grasped it, a huge force that made the air condense rushed towards the giant ruler like an overwhelming sea, causing the aura on its surface to tremble wildly, spinning in the air, unable to fall.
At this moment, the spirit pattern flourished on the surface of the giant ruler, and a monster phantom with the head of a dragon and a dragon body appeared vaguely, opening its mouth to let out a strange cry like a bull's roar.
Under the humming and trembling of the giant blue ruler, it was about to be pressed down again.
Han Li squinted his eyes, and urged the little Big Dipper Yuan Gong in his body. Suddenly, five points of blue light flashed on his chest and abdomen, and a clear pattern of the Big Dipper appeared vaguely. However, only five big stars were dazzling, and the other two were dim. .
The five fingers he stretched out suddenly closed together, and the nearby void suddenly twisted and shook!
The phantom of the monster dragon on the surface of the giant blue ruler let out a moan, and collapsed with a "bang".
"Fellow Daoist Han, Sima Jingming, please show mercy!" Seeing this, the white figure hurriedly said.
As the voice fell, the white light around him shrank, revealing a man in a purple robe with a white head.
Han Li's eyes flashed, and his fists that were about to be completely clenched stopped for a moment.
In Sima Jingming's hand, he made a tactic like lightning, and the giant blue ruler shrank a hundred times in a flash, and fell back into his hand in a flash.
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Just now, through the spiritual treasure in his hand, he could clearly feel how terrifying the other party's grasp was. If he hesitated for a moment, he might lose his spirituality if the treasure is not destroyed.
Although he didn't try his best, seeing the other party's understatement, it was obvious that he was showing mercy.
"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Sima?" Han Li asked with his hands behind his back, expressionless.
"Fellow Daoist Han, don't mind. I don't mean to offend you. I just want to test the true strength of fellow Daoist. After all, the agreement between you and the ancestor is extremely important to this sect. I have to look at the savings of this sect for millions of years. What can I get in exchange?" Sima Jingming put away the jade ruler and said with a smile.
"How does Fellow Daoist feel now?" Han Li raised his brows slightly, revealing a half-smile.
"Brother Han's strength is far beyond my expectations, and being able to cultivate Little Big Dipper Yuangong to such a level in such a short period of time is really an eye-opener for me. There are people in this sect who have practiced this technique before, but it's a pity that they are only beginners." It's just peeping through the door." Sima Jingming sighed softly and praised him sincerely.
"Fellow Daoist Sima praised you." Han Li said with a slight smile.
After a pause, he continued: "As for the lost classics of the Guizong Sutra Pavilion, after Mr. Han finishes his work this time, he can engrave them."
"Fellow Daoist Han, you are being polite. There are copies of the missing classics. It's just that you promised the ancestor, so don't forget it." Sima Jingming said, cupping his hands at Han Li.
"Naturally, Han will never go back on what he promised." Han Li said frankly.
"Okay, with this sentence, I can rest assured. Brother Han seems to have something else to do, so I won't bother you." Sima Jing clasped his fist at Han Li again knowingly.
Han Li didn't say much, and flew towards the distance surrounded by azure aura, and disappeared from the vicinity without a trace in the blink of an eye.
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Immortal world, Northern Cold Immortal Territory.
A green mountain peak more than a thousand feet high is shrouded in the mist of thick aura, and on the top of the peak stands a resplendent golden hall, shining brightly in the morning sun.
At this moment, in the main hall, a long-bearded old man dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe and a lotus crown was sitting on a large red sandalwood chair, holding a crystal clear emerald teacup in his hand, and took a sip slowly. , then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
The man was in his twenties and thirties, dressed in a strong black outfit, respectfully saluted the old man, and said: "Immortal Master Tongxu, junior Fang Pan, I took the liberty to visit today, and I hope that the elder will help me find someone with my secret technique. "
"I'm not interested in who you are, but you should know the rules of Tongxu Pavilion, right?" The old man put the teacup on the coffee table next to him, and said calmly.
"One thousand-year Xuhai hydrangea, two top-grade golden-eyed longan stones, and a bottle of Boyang Huiyin water, I wonder if the fairy is satisfied?" The black-clothed youth immediately stepped forward and said so.
After speaking, two exquisite purple boxes and a white jade bottle appeared in the void in front of him. The lids and stoppers of the boxes were opened by themselves, revealing the contents hidden inside.
The old man glanced over, his eyes lighted up, and he nodded slightly: "It's kind of sincere. Tell me, who are you looking for?"
"This person is a formidable enemy I met before. I thought he was killed three hundred years ago, but I just found out that he may still be alive. I just don't know where he is now. I hope the elder can help me find it. "The young man in black frowned and said.
"Is there something related to his blood, or something like hair scales?" the old man asked.
The young man in black hesitated for a moment, flipped his wrist, took out a white porcelain bottle, handed it over, and said:
"This person's blood is a bit special. When I fought against him, I managed to obtain such a drop of blood essence. Let the immortal chief see if it is suitable for use?"
The old man took the porcelain bottle and shook it for a while, only to feel that it was quite heavy. He opened the bottle cap and sniffed it, his expression changed immediately.
"Strange, strange, who is this person? There are so many kinds of true spirit power in his blood?" Immortal Chang Tongxu exclaimed in surprise.
"This... let's be honest, this person is a person who has ascended from the lower realms. He possesses many kinds of supernatural powers, and his strength is not weak. The younger generation was only able to defeat him by luck." The black-clothed youth hesitated for a while and said.
"The person who ascended from the lower realm... Forget it, you come with me."
Immortal Master Tongxu pondered for a moment, stood up, and walked towards the back hall of the main hall with one hand behind his back.
The young man in black followed him around an exquisite gold-lacquered screen in the hall, passed through the back hall, and came to a secret room.
The secret room is very spacious, and the ground is engraved with triple ring-shaped dense patterns, which are obviously some kind of extremely complicated formation patterns. There are no tables and chairs in the room, only a large bronze urn is placed in the center.
The big urn is about three feet high, and the whole body is also engraved with simple and strange patterns, which are closely connected with the patterns on the ground, forming a seamless one.
The young man in black followed Immortal Tongxu to the big urn, looked down, and saw that the urn was filled with black liquid, and the two people's shadows were vaguely reflected on the liquid surface.
The old man opened the lid of the porcelain bottle in his hand, flipped his wrist, and poured out the drop of blood essence hidden inside.
"ding dong"
A drop of pale golden blood slipped from the bottle and fell into the urn. There was a soft sound, and circular ripples were splashed, rippling away to the surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Pan saw the originally pitch-black liquid in the urn, immediately following the ripples, it gradually faded towards the surroundings, and in the blink of an eye, the inside of the urn became extremely clear.
It can be seen through the liquid surface that the bottom of the urn is also engraved with circles of circular patterns.
Seeing this, Immortal Master Tongxu moved his lips, and immediately began to silently recite the obscure mantra.
"open"
After a long while, he heard a stern shout from his mouth, poked his forehead with one hand, and then pointed at the big bronze urn.
"Om..." a muffled sound.
When the big bronze urn was pointing on the rim of the urn with its two fingers, there was a sudden shock, and the lines engraved on the body of the urn immediately emitted a burst of strong blue light.
Then, the light spread down along the runes, and soon lit up the entire formation on the ground.
Before Fang Pan could react, his whole body was shrouded in a blue light.
He realized in a daze that he was standing on a wide body of water, and when he looked around, he saw a circle of blue mountains surrounding him.
"This is... the urn!" After looking at it for a while, the young man in black muttered to himself in a daze.
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Friendly recommendation of Huan Yu's new work "Kitchen Road Fairy"
When others are worrying about losing weight, Song Hao has to eat a ton of food every day because of his cultivation.
When others are controlling their diet and dare not eat sweets, Song Hao has never worried about San Gao. He said that he is not afraid of fat, and sweets are my favorite...
Whether it's junk food or delicacies, Song Hao doesn't refuse anyone, and eats as much as he can.
Ordinary food can become a fairy without panacea, let's see Song Hao rushing all the way on the road of food, walking out of a grand road...