A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

At this moment, the gray-robed monk's face became extremely ugly.

This sword formation was far more mysterious than they expected.

Han Li saw that although the faces of the two people below him changed drastically, they never really showed panic expressions. Their eyes flickered a few times in thought, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

At this time, the two old women took out several other treasures and tried to resist the approach of the sword wire.

Han Li's expression changed. The humanoid puppet that had been standing behind him suddenly had a faint flash of light around him and disappeared from the place out of thin air.

And a moment later, the golden wires around the sword formation were only about twenty feet away from the two people in the middle.

The old woman and the gray-robed monk even began to explode the ancient treasures they had sacrificed. As a result, although those golden threads were temporarily stopped, they still could not stop their continued approach.

"No, this sword formation is too weird. It can't be broken with ordinary treasures. Use that thing quickly. Only the power of that thing can defeat the sword formation!" The old woman saw the golden thread getting closer and closer to her, Finally, a look of fear appeared on his face, he suddenly turned his head and said anxiously to the gray-robed monk.

"With that thing, you can naturally break the sword array. But how will you deal with the boy named Han later?" The gray-robed monk hesitated.

"We don't care about this anymore. If we break the sword formation, we still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, if the sword formation closes in a moment, you and I will die. It will be useless to keep this thing." The old woman said without thinking.

After hearing this, the gray-robed monk's facial muscles twitched. Then he looked at the surrounding golden wires that had closed several feet apart in a short time. He finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Immediately, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and a strange thing appeared in his palm.

It turned out to be a fiery red ball as big as a fist. It was so red that it was impossible to see clearly what it was. However, there is a forbidden talisman in gold and silver affixed to the surface of this ball. The gray-robed monk is holding this object with one hand, with a cautious look on his face and an unusually solemn look.

"Fellow Mojiu, do it quickly! If this thing is effective at too close range, we will also be involved." The old woman looked at the golden thread of the sword array that was only about ten feet away from them, and screamed sharply. road.

The gray-robed monk sighed and raised his hand to pull the talisman on the red ball, as if he was going to use it soon.

But at this moment, a faint silver light flashed behind the gray-robed monk, and a figure emerged from the void. Its movements were as silent as a ghost, so that the monk did not notice anything strange.

The old woman standing opposite the monk saw this strange thing and immediately screamed in shock.

"Be careful, behind you!"

The old woman warned loudly, and at the same time, she flicked her sleeves and robe, and a flash of yellow light shot towards the figure.

When the gray-robed monk heard the old woman's warning words, his heart naturally shuddered. Without thinking much, he swayed and was about to shoot out immediately. At the same time, the arm holding the ball also subconsciously shrank, trying to push the ball away. Tuck it into your sleeve robe. But its action was a bit late.

The humanoid puppet emerged behind him, and the puppet possessed the magical power of a monk in the late Yuan Ying period. As soon as he saw it move, one hand directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, and the other hand Then he grabbed the fiery red ball. The movements can be described as thunder and lightning, extremely fast.

With a muffled groan, the monk stumbled.

The silver palm of the humanoid puppet inserted into his vitals and easily separated the protective aura, but the moment it touched the person's back, a strange bird phantom with black feathers appeared from his back.

Although the puppet palm lowered its silver light, it still easily cut open the phantom of the strange bird. However, the movement was naturally slow, allowing the monk to avoid the vital point. He only cut a long button on his shoulder, and blood flowed out. . The other hand grabbed the red ball. Just when it was about to succeed, the ball suddenly left the monk's hand and shot towards the old woman on the other side.

The old woman sprayed out yellow light and arrived in front of the humanoid puppet, and there was a gleaming yellow thin needle.

The humanoid puppet's eyes glowed with purple light, and it did not dodge the needle. The arm that was grabbing the fiery red ball suddenly trembled, and then a "crack" sound came,

This arm suddenly flew out from his body, caught up with the ball in front of him in a flash, grabbed it in his hand, and then shot back in a spiral.

The yellow thin needle hit the humanoid puppet's head almost simultaneously, making a dull explosion and yellow light flashing up.

"not good!"

"ah"

Two completely different cries, one of surprise and one of joy, came from the mouths of the monk and the old woman at the same time.

It wasn't that the two of them had different ideas, but that the monk was naturally frightened and angry when he saw the fiery red ball being taken away by others, while the old woman in the distance saw that her own magic weapon, which had been cultivated for hundreds of years, was struck in one blow. He couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw that his opponent had no protection at all against his opponent's vital spot.

The humanoid puppet took several steps back, then managed to stabilize its figure, straightened up again, and looked at the old woman coldly. A small hole as thick as a thumb suddenly appeared at his temple, but with a flash of silver light in the hole, it disappeared, leaving not even a trace of scar.

This scene made the old woman stunned, but she immediately sensed something again and suddenly let out a scream:

"Huangmeizhen, what did you do to my Huangmeizhen?"

The humanoid puppet slowly raised one of its numb palms. In the center of the hand, the thin yellow needle was bouncing and shaking. It tried desperately to escape from the palm, but it was wrapped in a ball of silver light and could not Get away from here.

When the old woman saw this, her face became extremely pale, her lips moved, and when she was about to say something, the humanoid puppet suddenly rubbed its hands together, and a dazzling silver light emitted from the palms of her hands, and the thin yellow needle suddenly became dim. Spiritually lost.

The old woman's mind was affected, she screamed loudly, and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, which actually damaged a lot of her vitality.

The gray-robed monk's face was livid. He didn't care about the injury on his back and suddenly raised his hands. Countless balls of fist-sized silver light surged out from his hands, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. He didn't know what kind of treasure it was, but the sound was so astonishing.

But when Han Li saw this scene in the air, he sneered and thought.

The humanoid puppet made a hand gesture with both hands, and the silver light around it shone brightly. Then the light shrank again, and then it mysteriously disappeared on the spot.

Those silver light groups naturally hit the void one after another, without any effect.

The monk and the old woman looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

At this time, the surrounding golden wires were only seven or eight feet away from the two of them. Even if they were very capable, they could no longer fly.

Han Li was suspended high in the air, his hands behind his back, looking down with some indifference.

The Dageng Sword Formation finally came together completely, and countless golden threads finally turned into a huge golden ball of light. From the ball of light, there was first a roaring explosion, shaking the ball of light several times. , then the screams of the old woman and the monk came successively,

Under the perspective of his spiritual eyes, he clearly saw that the bodies of these two mid-stage Nascent Soul monks were torn apart by random blades in the blink of an eye.

The Nascent Soul hidden in the body could hold on for a while, but under the continuous cutting of so many golden threads, it finally turned into little green lights and disappeared from this world without a trace.

As for the storage bags of the two and the treasures they commanded, not a single thing was left, and they were all destroyed by the power of the sword array. Only two small groups of extremely cold flames in yellow and green colors were left, floating gently in the air.

With a slight sigh, Han Li's expression softened, but he showed a hint of loneliness.

After a moment of silence, a silver light suddenly flashed beside him, and the humanoid puppet appeared silently. With one hand, the flaming red ball he had snatched appeared in Han Li's eyes.

Han Li reached out to take it without saying a word and looked at it carefully.

The ball appears translucent when viewed closely, with a ball of dazzling red flames billowing inside. If you look closely, you will see a miniature firebird circling and flying there. It is lifelike and extremely magical. Around the fire bird, there were colorful runes flashing. If you look closely at each rune, you will see that they are all specious ancient writings. With Han Li's current knowledge of ancient writings, he was unable to identify the outline of these writings. origin.

It seems to be a completely new type of ancient writing!

Han Li studied it for a long time and frowned slightly.

Since these two people came up with this item at the last moment, it must be of great importance and they regard it as a weapon.

But although this ball does look a bit magical, it also seems to contain a lot of fire-attribute spiritual power. But to say that this little bit of spiritual power can destroy his Da Geng Sword Formation is simply a joke. It seems that the real power of this object should be in those runes. But he couldn't identify any of these ancient texts, and naturally he couldn't even talk about how to understand them.

Now was not the time for him to study things carefully. Han Li thought for a while, took out a few more forbidden talismans from the storage bag, and stuck them on the ball. Then he took out a wooden box that looked like gold but not gold, and put the The world was carefully put away. Save it for later.

At this time, Han Li raised his head and looked in the direction of the unicorn phantom, and saw that the phantom had shrunk in size in just a short period of time. However, the fire crow floating and flying inside its body appeared to be mentally abnormal, and it was about one-third larger in size.

Seeing this scene, Han Li touched his chin with a look of thought in his eyes.

He was not in a hurry to take back this ray of true fire. He first made a seal with his hands and spoke a spell in his mouth.

Suddenly, hundreds of golden lights emerged from the void below. With a tremor, most of them collapsed and disappeared, leaving only thirty-six small golden swords.

Han Li shook his sleeves indifferently, and the small swords turned into golden rainbows and disappeared into his sleeves. Then he turned his eyes and landed on the two small groups of cold flames that remained in place.

The two groups of cold flames were motionless below, flashing faintly, and looked really inconspicuous.

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