Han Li climbed up the stone steps until he reached the top of the Star Gathering Platform, and found a star map of the Big Dipper on the ground near the middle of the platform.
After looking around for a while, he sat down cross-legged and looked up at the sky. He found that the sky had turned dark blue, and a few sparse stars had faintly appeared in the sky.
He slowly closed his eyes and breathed out quietly.
About an hour later.
Han Li moved his eyelids slightly, opened his eyes again, opened his lips lightly, and spit out two words:
"start"
Hearing the sound, the four brown-robed old men around the high platform turned their hands and took out a palm-sized milky white Huanxing stone, and pressed it down on a groove on the ground in front of them.
There was a soft "click".
The four round stones shattered at the same time, and white rays of light lit up from the grooves, flowed out along the rune marks on the ground, and soon rushed into the star-gathering platform.
The entire nine-storey high platform suddenly brightened and became crystal clear, and the star maps engraved on it burst out with bright silver light, which looked like a miniature starry sky from a distance, extremely gorgeous.
But at this moment, the sky full of stars seems to be in harmony with the scene here, becoming brighter and brighter. Countless silver flakes sprinkled from the night, like a light silver mist, covering the Star Gathering Platform.
Han Li was in the middle, as if sitting cross-legged among the stars all over the sky, he could only feel a majestic and gentle power of the stars lingering around.
He calmed down a little, squeezed the formula in his hand, recited it in a low voice, and silently started the Little Big Dipper Yuan Gong.
I only heard the muffled sound of "boom".
The thick and thin white beams of light from the six water tanks suddenly fell from the night sky and projected around Han Li. Among them, the power of the stars was extremely abundant, sending out bursts of surging waves.
Dense crystal light threads freed from the beam of light, and suddenly straightened, piercing Han Li's whole body like countless steel needles.
At the same time, the pale silver mist that originally enveloped the entire Star Gathering Platform began to flow rapidly as if suddenly stimulated by something.
Countless silver light shards were twisted vigorously, and immediately above the star gathering platform, they gathered into a silver light vortex as high as ten feet high.
Han Li's heart moved. The power of the stars, which was still very gentle just now, suddenly became extremely violent at this moment.
After the six beams of light were shrouded in by the vortex, the light suddenly exploded, and the volume expanded several times, and the power of the stars pouring into it increased by more than several times.
On the contrary, the pain Han Li is enduring at this moment is by no means comparable to that at the beginning.
The clothes outside his body were soaked in blood in an instant, and the influx of star crystal filaments pierced his skin continuously, and the oozing blood was pulled by the force of the silver light vortex, and a hazy blood mist rose up, covering the whole body.
The four brown-robed old men around the Star Gathering Platform were all shocked at this moment. In the long years they have been stationed here, have they ever seen such violent star power, and have they seen such a brutal method of pouring their bodies
At this moment, even if a monk in the fusion period enters the star-gathering platform, he may only be exhausted to save his life.
However, at this moment, Han Li, who was already drenched in blood, suddenly lit up a ball of light around his waist, and six palm-sized black round mirrors flew out of it, flying into the six beams of light around him.
The round mirror is surrounded by black air, its style is simple and simple, and there are hidden runes floating on the mirror surface. It is the Xingyue mirror that he refined from the Yinchen stones he obtained from the Heavenly Ghost Sect.
As soon as the six-faced mirror was settled, black light flowed down the mirror surface, and strange runes the size of ants surged out one by one, converging into an extremely thick and bright beam of light, shooting straight into the night sky.
"It's unbelievable to actually increase the power of the stars!" The brown-robed old man in the fusion stage was shocked and muttered to himself.
Before he finished speaking, the light of the six Big Dipper stars in the night skyrocketed suddenly, and a bright silver light suddenly appeared in the void, flowing into the silver vortex violently like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
…
Half a year later, there was a stone room in the back mountain of Jingtian Peak.
Taoist Heshan, dressed in a golden robe, sat cross-legged on a three-story high platform with his eyes closed, making magic formulas with his hands, and whispering in his mouth.
Suddenly, the magic weapon in his hand stopped, and he stood up quickly.
A strange wind emerged from the room out of thin air. Wherever it passed, clusters of flames lit up from dozens of yellow lights on the high platform, and wisps of white smoke curled up, converging into a white mist in mid-air.
The surface of the light and mist blurred for a while, and an old man with a gray beard and a lotus flower crown emerged. He was not tall and thin, and he was wearing a golden ochre-yellow Taoist robe.
"Welcome Patriarch Jingming." Seeing this, Taoist Heshan prostrated himself to the ground with his fat body trembling, and said in a respectful voice.
"Get up. I'm here today, and I have a few things for you to do." The Ziguan old man waved his sleeves and said.
"Please tell the ancestors." Taoist He Shan then stood up and stood with his hands tied.
"The Haoyuan stone you enshrined last time was of good quality, and you need to collect another batch within ten years." The Ziguan old man ordered.
"yes."
"The "Shen Xing Zhuan Xuan Gong" created by me back then, now I have a different feeling and perception, and I have made some improvements to the exercise. You can take it and put it in the Sutra Pavilion..."
The Ziguan old Taoist kept opening and closing his lips, and ordered several important things one after another, and Taoist Heshan answered them one by one without hesitation.
At the end, the old Taoist said again:
"Also, there is one more important thing that you need to do carefully."
Taoist Heshan heard the words, and looked at the old Taoist with a solemn expression, waiting for the other party's next order.
The latter waved his sleeve robe, and there was a tremor on the light curtain, and a piece of gold leaf about the size of a foot passed through the light curtain and fell in front of him.
"If there is any news about this person, report it immediately." The Ziguan old man said in an unquestionable tone.
Taoist He Shan took the gold leaf with both hands and looked at it intently, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The image of a young man was painted on the gold foil, and it looked like none other than Han Li.
"Why, what's wrong?" Ziguan old man asked lightly.
"Report to Patriarch, this person... this person is in our view now." Taoist Heshan replied hastily.
"Are you sure it's this person?" The Ziguan old man's face remained unchanged, and he spoke a little faster.
"Although the figure in the painting is much thinner, his expression and appearance are exactly the same. There is no mistake, it is him." Taoist He Shan said firmly after pondering for a while.
"Why is this person in my realm view?" Ziguan old Taoist nodded slightly and asked again.
"Forgive me, ancestor, this person is actually a member of the Cold Flame Sect..." Taoist He Shan first apologized, and then explained in detail what he knew about Han Li.
After the old Taoist Ziguan listened, his face showed a look of deep thought, and he didn't speak for a long time.
Taoist Heshan sweated a little on his forehead, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only wait quietly.
"This person has a lot of background, most of them are exiled immortals in the fairy world, and now they are offering a huge reward in the fairy world. Don't startle the snake, wait for the follow-up arrangement of this seat. Before that, you must keep him in my Jingyuan view no matter what." The old Ziguan said seriously.
"Follow orders." Taoist He Shan responded immediately.
…
Immortal world, somewhere in an unknown sea.
The sea water here presents a strange pitch-black color, like ink. The black sea is boundless and rough, extending to the end of the field of vision.
In the sky above the Black Sea, there are nearly a hundred black mountain peaks suspended, and there are huge octagonal black towers standing on them.
Although these giant pagodas are tall and short, the tall ones are ten thousand feet long and the short ones are only a hundred feet long, but their shapes are without exception, they are all exactly the same, the whole body is pitch black, with octagonal cornices.
In the main hall at the top of a small black pagoda, an old Taoist wearing a purple crown sits cross-legged in front of a square altar. It is Jingming Daoist.
A white formation was suspended above the altar, emitting bright white light.
The old man waved his hand and played a formula, the white formation immediately stopped functioning, and the white light quickly dimmed.
Then he stared ahead, motionless, but his eyes kept flickering, as if hesitating for something.
After a long time, the old man gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a decision. He took out a thumb-sized crystal bead, which was crystal clear, and threw it in front of him.
Following the entry of a formula, many crystal runes the size of mosquitoes and flies popped up on the surface of the bead, condensed into a magic circle about the size of a foot, and rotated gently.
Every time a breath of time passes, the magic circle fluctuates.
Time passed little by little, and after a quarter of an hour, there was no change in the magic circle.
There was no trace of impatience on the old Taoist face, and he waited quietly.
After another quarter of an hour, the magic circle suddenly lit up, and a phantom of a pitch-black villain appeared inside. It was a man in a black robe, with a broad forehead and a broad face, but his shape was haggard, his complexion was sallow, and he looked terminally ill. look like.
"Guyan Sanren, I haven't seen him in a thousand years, fellow daoist, he still looks as handsome as ever." Daoist Jingming clasped his fists together, with a warm smile on his face.
"Old Daoist Jingming, let me make a long story short." Facing the old Daoist, Guyan Sanren didn't have a good face, and looked a little impatient.
"I don't know if you are in Heishui City now? There is a great opportunity here in Pindao." Master Jingming said with a little mystery after closing his smile.
"Let's listen to it." Gu Yan Sanren said calmly, his expression unchanged.
"You must have received the arrest warrant from Shifanglou, right?" Daoist Jingming said slowly.
"What does this mean? Could it be that you have news about the person on the arrest warrant?" Gu Yan Sanren frowned slightly.
"That's right, that person is in the world of spirits right now!" Master Jing Ming's eyes flashed, and he spoke surprisingly.
"Is this true?" Gu Yan Sanren's complexion was a little moved, and he confirmed it quite cautiously.
"Whether it's true or not, fellow daoists only need to contact the disciples in the lower realm, and they will find out soon." Daoist Jingming rubbed his chin and shook his head.
"According to what you mean, could it be that you want to..." Gu Yan Sanren's eyes lit up slightly.
"That's right. That person is actually hiding in this world. This is a golden opportunity. You and I will join forces to capture him and share the rewards of the Ten Fanglou equally. How about that?" Master Jingming said with a smile.