A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

After waiting for a while, there was still a mist in the blood cloud, and there was no sound at all. As soon as those little ghosts approached the thickest part of the fog, they would be cut to pieces immediately, and no movement could be detected.

Now, Wang Chan couldn't sit still. He made a seal with both hands, and the skulls floating on the surface of the blood cloud opened their mouths, and dozens of bowl-sized black lights spurted out at the same time, shooting directly at the location where Han Li was originally located from all directions.

There was a slight "bang" vibration.

There was a faint flash of white light in the mist. In the fierce collision of black and white light, a white light curtain appeared vaguely in the mist. This made the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect startled slightly, but then he thought The white scale shield that Han Li offered at the beginning was revealed.

Wang Chan frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then murmured to himself:

"Since there are so many high-quality magic weapons to be obtained, just lose some blood essence! In order to avoid being run away by this kid's tricks."

After saying this, Wang Chan suddenly stretched out his right index finger and put it at the corner of his mouth, bit it lightly, and then squeezed out a drop of extremely thick blood from the breach, and gently dripped it into the blood cloud underneath him. Then he inserted his hands deeply into the blood cloud and concentrated on activating the exercises.

As Wang Chan slowly spit out the spell from his mouth, the bright red blood cloud that originally enveloped Han Li gradually began to rotate faster and faster, and gradually squeezed towards the center, while the vampires automatically disappeared. No trace.

The blue-red mist became faster as the blood cloud rotated, and began to be quickly swept away by the blood cloud and merged into it. The middle gradually became clear and revealed a huge white light mask, which was shaped like a bowl with a white scale shield as the center. The shape is turned upside down.

In the center under the light curtain, Han Li held a strange-shaped handle knife in one hand, emitting an astonishing yellow light, and held a stack of gleaming talismans in the other hand, about to attack. There were two spheres, one green and one red, floating next to him, and they continued to emit thick green-red mist. Wang Chan saw all this clearly.

"You..." Seeing this situation, the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect sneered a few times and was about to laugh a few more words.

But as soon as he uttered the word, Han Li suddenly raised his hand, and the knife turned into a dazzling yellow light several feet long and shot towards Wang Chan. At the same time, the stack of talismans in his other hand was also thrown out, and a dozen flaming fire dragons appeared out of thin air, all attacking at once.

"Boy, magic weapons can't break my blood spirit magic, unless..."

Wang Chan originally nonchalantly adjusted the skull to spit out black air again, but when he proudly said the word "unless", he suddenly remembered something, his expression immediately changed, and he flew away from the blood cloud. .

At the same time, the yellow light "puffed" several times, smashing several skulls blocking the way. Then it broke through the blood cloud at the same time as the fire dragon, and surged out from where he originally meditated. Then, a ray of white light flew out of the gap and flew away quickly, and the yellow light then turned around and followed closely.

"Fu Bao!" Wang Chan shouted in surprise and anger.

He was negligent for a moment, and he didn't expect that Han Li's use of the mist just now was just to buy time to activate the talisman. Otherwise, even if the opponent has a talisman, he will never let the opponent have time to activate it. However, the chance of a monk in the early stage of foundation building possessing a talisman was so small that he neglected it.

But even if the other party has a talisman, how can he be afraid of him as the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect? He also carries two talismans with him, one of which is a very rare special attribute talisman. Naturally, Han will not be afraid of it. He immediately ran away.

Wang Chan, who was extremely angry, jumped into the blood clouds, rolled up the blood clouds again, and chased after them with the blood speed as fast as a meteor.

After a moment of burning incense, Han Li stepped on the divine wind boat and stared coldly at the blood cloud that was approaching again. He suddenly waved one hand, and Huang Mang, who was following closely behind, stabbed back unexpectedly, directly towards the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect who was hiding in the blood cloud.

But Wang Chan, who was already on guard, threw what he had prepared in his hand. A golden skull grew bigger in the wind, and a huge mouth actually bit the yellow light in his mouth, making him unable to move forward at all. .

Han Li was taken aback and hurriedly pulled it back a few times, but the yellow light could do nothing except bounce a few times in the golden skull's mouth.

Wang Chan laughed ferociously, and the blood cloud around him rose again, which made Han Li's heart tremble. He was about to repeat the trapped scene again. But at this moment, the blood cloud that had just boiled a little suddenly died down. Wang Chan, who was doing the kneading formula, changed his face even more. Not only did his flight speed slow down, his face was actually covered with a layer of blue-black. .

Han Li, who had always paid attention to the other party, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Then he saw a look of horror appear on the opponent's face and let out a long roar. He didn't even care about the golden skull that was fighting with Han Li, and the person was wrapped in a blood cloud and flew backwards as fast as lightning in the direction he came. This made Han Li He stopped in place blankly, a little confused.

He could only hesitantly turn the golden skull and the yellow light into two talismans, and easily received them in his hands. Then he looked at the figure of the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect gradually disappearing into the distance, wondering what to do?

Let him chase, it seems that he is not so bold.

However, listening to the other party's screams that gradually became smaller, Han Li immediately realized something and hurriedly drove the divine wind boat to change direction and disappeared into the sky.

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Not long after, Han Li, who had just escaped from danger, deeply regretted it after careful consideration!

He finally understood the reason why the other party retreated instead of pursuing. The other party was poisoned, and it was the extremely poisonous black dragon poison.

This all stems from the fact that the other party dared to absorb a large amount of the poisonous mist released by the "Blue Fire Miasma" into the blood cloud.

When these mists were being sacrificed, the remaining erysipelas of the ink dragon was also refined into them according to his request. Now these blood clouds that have absorbed the mist and also contain a lot of toxins must have been inhaled into the body of the young sect master again when he was flying to catch up with Han Li. How could he not retreat in panic after being poisoned?

The more Han Li thought about it, the more regret he felt in his heart. If he went back there now, he would definitely be mentally ill! After a good opportunity to kill a strong enemy and seize more treasures from the opponent, he gave up before his eyes. This really made Han Li a little depressed!

However, why didn't the other party even put away such a powerful talisman as the golden skull and ran away? He is still a little confused!

Han Li didn't know that the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect, who was also extremely cautious and ran away when the situation was bad, was also fuming with anger at this moment! Next to him were the two Li brothers, who were in the Alchemy Stage and looked at each other.

It turned out that Wang Chan ran back for a short distance and met the two ghost spirit sect elders who had killed all the other seven sects of monks. The two of them were a little worried about the young master's safety, so they gave chase after careful consideration.

Now when he saw Wang Chan who was poisoned, he naturally used his profound magic power to help him quickly force out the poison.

The young sect leader, who had just recovered from the poison, also vaguely guessed the reason for his poisoning, but he regarded Han Li's unintentional actions as a deliberate trap set for him. This made Wang Chan, who had never suffered such a heavy loss, immediately hate Han Li to the core and vaguely regard him as a powerful enemy.

With these two thoughts in his mind, Wang Chan was unwilling to give up, regardless of his physical weakness. He chased the two elders for hundreds of miles in the original direction, but returned without success, but he felt a sense of annoyance in his heart. But the meaning is like a fishbone, stuck in my heart forever.

As for the golden skull talisman that he had to abandon because he had captured the opponent's talisman and could not take it back for a while, he didn't care much. After all, it has been used many times, and it is probably a waste product that has almost exhausted its power. Even if it is taken away by Han Li, it will only be used once or twice, and it will not be of much use.

But what made him even more furious was that as soon as he returned to the small mountain where he had set up an ambush, a ghost guard reported to him that a group of people from the Hehuan Sect of the Six Demonic Sects had unexpectedly attacked them.

Although there were no casualties, the two female monks who had been subdued by them were snatched away by the other party. Judging from the "outstanding" charming appearance of the leader, it was Tian Buque, the second son of the head of the Hehuan Sect. A tough guy from the younger generation whose reputation is not inferior to his.

After hearing the bad news, although Wang Chan's eyes only darkened on the surface, in fact, he almost felt like vomiting blood in his heart. Han Li and Tian were two of them, and they were considered to be on Wang Chan's must-kill list in the future.

"Let's go, inform the ancestors of the Yan family and start evacuating immediately!" After a while, Wang Chan finally said coldly after taking a deep breath.

At this time, Han Li did not dare to delay at all, and quickly fled to Yellow Maple Valley. But on the way, he encountered a mixed group of monks from Huadaowu and Hidden Moon Sect. Then, under the announcement of the leader of the late-stage Foundation Establishment monk, he was actually recruited.

(Sorry! I have been very busy at home these days, so the update may be a little unstable. Please forgive me! However, Wangyu will try to ensure that two chapters are updated. This chapter will make up for last night.)