A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"Fight it, Haoran Icon!"

Although Du Yu was extremely frightened, he could only roar silently when he saw the giant purple-gold hand in the air falling slowly without any intention of holding back.

His hands suddenly made a quick gesture, and the heavenly spirit cover above his head suddenly opened, and a half-foot-tall white Nascent Soul flashed out.

The face of this Nascent Soul was similar to that of Du Yu. As soon as Fang appeared, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of golden blood essence with an anxious look on his face. The moment the ball of essence and blood was exported, Du Yu's body, handsome young face, suddenly shriveled up by three points, and suddenly he looked more than ten years older than before, and his eyes suddenly became dull and dull.

At this time, Du Yu Yuanying shook his shoulders, and the white halo on his body radiated, and he vaguely transformed into a white figure more than ten feet tall, standing above the young man in white.

This huge figure clearly looks like a real person, but the face is blurred. Three long strands of beard can be seen. He is wearing a white Confucian robe and a Confucian hat. His whole body exudes an indescribable purity. Yang Qi.

But the shadow of the Confucian scholar just stood quietly in the void, as motionless as a dead thing.

With a "pop", Du Yu below suddenly shot into the void.

The golden blood essence exploded and turned into a large golden rune, which disappeared into the body of the Confucian figure above.

A strange scene occurred.

After a burst of crystal light circulated on the surface of the white Confucian shadow, it transformed into an elegant face with closed eyes, with an extremely threatening expression.

Terrifying spiritual pressure rippled in the air.

The five fingers of the purple-gold giant hand slightly bent down, reaching a distance of only seven or eight feet away from the white Confucian shadow.

Under the terrifying force that surged down, the body of the white Confucian statue trembled and became a little blurry, as if it was about to be crushed away.

And at this moment, the Confucian icon suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of pure silver pupils, and with a low hum, one sleeve shook high into the air, and the other hand moved into the void in front of him. One catch.

Immediately, a stream of milky white mist rolled out from the sleeves of the white robe, and when it condensed in the wind, it also transformed into a big white hand, and struck hard against the purple gold palm in the air.

In the other palm that the Confucian statue stretched out out of thin air, the vitality of heaven and earth surged, and suddenly a ball of dazzling white light burst out. Then it condensed, and a five-color large pen appeared out of thin air in the palm.

There was an earth-shattering "boom"!

The big white hand finally collided with the giant purple hand. After a violent wave rippled out, the entire light curtain was shaken.

But the giant purple-gold hand just paused for a moment, and with irresistible power, it instantly grabbed the big white hand and broke it into pieces, then fished it down again.

However, with this moment of obstruction, the holy statue made a move with one hand, and the second treasure that was flying above Du Yu's head immediately flashed in front of him with a "swish" sound, and then spun around, and at the same time emitted a hazy light. Xiaguang.

The icon's arm moved, and the five-color pen in his hand trembled, and he clicked into the inkstone. After being covered with half of the unknown silver juice, he suddenly pulled it out and touched the jade book that was slowly opened.

After a burst of strange Sanskrit sounds, the five-color halo on the jade book bloomed, and large silver runes surged out from it. After flying high into the air, they unexpectedly gathered into a silver rune the size of an mu. The word 'Confucianism'.

After Zijin's big hand flashed, his five fingers caught on the huge "Ru" character like a hook.

The giant characters buzzed loudly, and the vitality of heaven and earth in the entire light screen suddenly surged into it like crazy, causing the giant "Confucianism" to surge by more than half out of thin air.

Gold and silver light flashed wildly in the air, and the giant purple and gold hand was unable to fall for a while.

"It's interesting! However, with this little magical power, it's still impossible to take my blow." Han Li couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of his fingers came out from a distance without the slightest hint of fireworks.

After a nearly transparent spell disappeared into the void in a flash, the five fingers of the giant purple-gold hand trembled. After the silver spiritual patterns condensed at the fingertips, a mysterious and abnormal pattern array appeared each, and dazzling golden light burst out from it.

As soon as the five golden light spheres appeared, they immediately rose up. In a few breaths, each of them turned into a huge light group about ten feet in diameter, and merged into one in a flash.

The golden light was dazzling, and a huge golden vortex instantly appeared in the giant purple hand, and turned suddenly.

Amid the roar, the entire void suddenly blurred, and a huge force that was many times greater than before suddenly surged down from it.

Even though the silver "Confucianism" is extremely mysterious and has absorbed a huge amount of heaven and earth energy, it can no longer support it under such a powerful blow.

Only a "bang" sound was heard, and the word "Confucianism" shattered into pieces.

With no more resistance, the huge force immediately pressed hard against the Confucian statue below.

The void below was distorted, and the white Confucian statue exploded in a twisted moment.

A scream!

A ball of white light wrapped around a vague white figure and shot downwards. After just a flash, it submerged into Du Yu's body again.

Du Yu's body, which was originally motionless, blinked and immediately regained its spirituality.

But as soon as he woke up, he opened his mouth and spurted out several balls of essence and blood one after another, and his aura suddenly became extremely weak.

Obviously, the destruction of the Confucian statue just now made his Nascent Soul suffer a lot.

The five fingers of the giant purple-gold hand spread out and covered Du Yu's entire body under it.

Suddenly, Du Yu felt the void around him tighten, and he could no longer move even one finger. His face suddenly became extremely gray, and even a trace of blood no longer existed.

At this moment, after a pause, the giant purple-gold hand that had been falling suddenly froze in its place without any trace of it falling.

The golden vortex dissipated out of thin air in a flash, but the huge force pouring out of the palm of his hand still condensed below, and actually locked Du Yu in place.

By this time, victory and defeat could not be more obvious.

Elder Gu and the others outside the light shield were unable to sense the great power contained in Han Li's attack just now due to the protective light curtain. However, seeing Du Yu sacrifice the holy statue and treasure, he was really able to connect with Han Li. Li made an understatement and was unable to take a single blow. Everyone was shocked by the huge disparity in strength between them.

"The Mahayana Period!"

At this moment, these Tianyuan City elders were shocked, and such an incredible thought almost appeared in their hearts.

The yellow-haired man and the ugly woman were speechless as they looked outside the mask, their minds almost going blank.

The two, who knew Du Yu's true strength, really couldn't believe the results in front of them. As for Taoist Xie and Yinyue, their expressions were naturally as usual.

It would be abnormal for Han Li to use his magical power to advance to the Mahayana stage to deal with a mere Fusion stage monk and not be able to defeat him in one blow.

At this time, Han Li's eyes in the light screen moved slightly. He did not look at the imprisoned Du Yu, but glanced at the two treasures next to him.

The jade book and inkstone-shaped treasure, because it had lost the control of its owner, was circling around Du Yu's body in the dim light at this moment, and it turned out to be full of spirituality.

Han Li didn't say anything, and suddenly struck the two treasures with one hand.

No strange phenomena appeared, but an invisible force fell directly on Erbao from the air.

With two "Puff" sounds, the two treasures turned into two groups of spiritual light and were captured in Han Li's palm in a flash.

One hand and one support.

The light of the two objects in the palm of my hand fluctuated, bouncing and twisting, as if they wanted to break free and escape.

Seeing this, Han Li was not angry but became happy. As soon as he put his hands together, he took the second treasure between his palms and rubbed it.

Suddenly Erbao let out a cry, all the light on the surface disappeared, and he stopped moving in his palm.

"Since you dare to take action against me, please keep these two things with me for the time being. When you can advance to the Mahayana, come and get them from me." Han Lichong said calmly to Du Yu opposite him, flicking his sleeves, He put the two treasures into his sleeves in a grand manner, took another step, and his body disappeared in a blur.

The next moment, outside the light curtain, beside Elder Gu and others, there was a wave of motion, and Han Li's figure flashed out again silently.

"Fellow Daoist Han, have you already advanced to the Mahayana stage?" The silver-haired old man stared at Han Li's face and asked in a hurried tone.

Hearing this, other people nearby also looked here without blinking.

"Haha, Han is lucky. He did successfully break through the bottleneck a few months ago and advanced to the Mahayana stage." Han Li smiled slightly and replied calmly, and in the next moment, the breath of the Mahayana stage that had been restrained in his body, Suddenly it came out without any cover up.

There was a "boom"!

A terrifying spiritual pressure that seemed to be able to crush everything suddenly descended on the entire hall.

The group of Fusion Stage monks standing in the main hall suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of force in front of them, and their bodies "kicked" backwards, unable to stand firm.

"What, Brother Han is really a Mahayana monk. No...should...should be said to be Senior Han. Mr. Gu was rude before, and I hope Senior Han will not take offense."

Even though the silver-haired old man had already made some assumptions in his mind, once he got the confirmation from Han Li, and saw the terrifying aura he released, his face turned pale. After Fang stood firm, he hurriedly bowed deeply and said , the voice trembled a little.

At this time, Zen Master Jin Yue, Fairy Yinguang and other Tianyuan City elders no longer had any doubts. They stood behind and greeted each other with the same great gift of surprise.

Only the yellow-haired man and the ugly woman stiffened their bodies after stabilizing their bodies, with a look of confusion on their faces, but they didn't know what to do for a moment.

However, when Han Li glanced away, the two of them suddenly came to their senses. They were also frightened and immediately bowed to worship. There was no longer any arrogance as before.