A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

When Han Li heard the young prince's voice, his face changed slightly and turned a little pale.

But when he slowly turned around, his expression returned to normal, and there was no trace of panic. Instead, there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the group of Black Evil Cult members and the bald Zhu Zhu with a chill. Basic monk.

Han Li's calm expression also infected the four friends of Mengshan. They felt a little more at ease. After looking at each other, they flew behind Han Li in unison and confronted the people of the Black Evil Cult. trend.

"It's you! Aren't you from the Qin family? Are you a cultivator in the foundation building stage?"

When the young prince saw Han Li's face clearly, his eyes were full of surprise. The skinny man standing next to him, although silent, also gave a look of great surprise.

Only the bald man stared at Han Li with a solemn expression on his face, and suddenly said:

"Be careful. This man is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. He is one level higher than me. I'm afraid I have to set up a black wind formation to help him in order to capture him."

After hearing what the bald man said, the young prince did not show any worry, but instead asked with some surprise:

"Lord Blood Attendant! According to this, if this person is offered as a blood sacrifice to the leader to practice his martial arts, the effect should be even better."

After hearing this, the big man replied with a smile:

"Of course. The few foundation-building monks we captured before are all in the early stages of foundation-building. This person's blood essence is definitely better than the previous ones!"

After getting confirmation from the bald man, the young prince looked back at Han Li greedily and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay, very good! No matter what your purpose and background are, don't even think about leaving here today."

"Set up the black wind array and take action!"

After the young prince stopped laughing, he shouted sharply with a cold expression on his face.

Immediately, the men in black pulled out a large black flag from their bodies, quickly flew around Han Li, surrounded them, and immediately began to wave the flags in their hands.

"You only need light protection, leave the rest to me." After Han Li said this to the four friends of Mengshan calmly, they became blurred for a while and disappeared from the place in an instant.

"be careful!"

When the bald man saw Han Li disappearing, he became furious and shouted loudly, but it was already a little too late.

Han Li's figure flashed and disappeared behind a man in black. The cultivator who was waving the flag immediately stopped moving and stood there blankly. Then his head rolled down without any warning. , several feet of blood sprouted from the headless body, and fell to the ground.

At this time, the last word of the bald man's shout had just come out.

This scene made the other monks holding the flags feel trembling, and they didn't even think about what to do! Han Li's figure once again appeared out of thin air behind another person. In the same flash, this person's head fell to the ground.

At this time, the other monks in black did not dare to hesitate. They stopped waving the black chess pieces in their hands and used colorful protective shields and various protective weapons.

But in the blink of an eye, two more men in black, who had not had time to activate the protective measures, messed up Han Li's attack and were killed on the spot.

"Boy, you are seeking death!"

Seeing this, the bald man's eyes emitted a black and red light, he roared, his body emitted a bloody light, and he rushed towards Han Li out of thin air at an extremely fast speed.

Han Li glanced coldly at the figure of the big man who was wrapped in a bloody ball of light charging towards him, and then looked at the man in black who was looking at him with a frightened look and a protective light shield. Immediately and decisively, the person returned to the four friends of Mengshan who were dozens of feet away.

The big man who had jumped away roared like a wild beast, turned around without hesitation, and continued to rush towards the foothold of Han Li and others, but he still didn't use any magical weapon.

Seeing this scene, the second among Mengshan's four friends was moved in his heart and saw the advantage. He raised his hand and a three-edged thorn with green light silently shot directly towards the big man's face.

When the bald man saw the magic weapon flying towards him, he smiled cruelly. Instead of stopping, he rushed straight towards it.

The tall and lanky second brother was overjoyed to see this and said excitedly:

"This guy is going to be in trouble. This magical weapon of mine is the best among high-level magical weapons. It will definitely make him...ah, how is this possible? My green thorn!"

As soon as he said a few words, he was stunned by the scene in front of him and screamed uncontrollably.

It turned out that when the three-pointed magic weapon came into contact with the bloody light on the bald man's body, the blood-colored light seemed to be alive. Suddenly, the magic weapon was forcefully rolled into it, allowing it to fly around. , unable to fly even half a step away.

"Haha, you dare to show off the light of a grain of rice!" The big man laughed wildly, stretched out a big blood-red hand, and grabbed the three-edged thorns, and then with both hands, the magic weapon immediately turned green All the sparkling spiritual energy was lost, and it seemed to be completely scrapped.

At this time, not only did the four friends in Mengshan look frightened, but Han Li also felt a thump in his heart. This bald man must not be practicing ordinary skills. In all likelihood, he is practicing the same top-level magic skills as the young master of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

The bald man would not let Han Li and others think about it. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of several people, raised a huge blood-red fist, and smashed down the light mask jointly released by the four friends of Mengshan.

There was a loud "bang" sound, and the light shield jointly released by the four Qi Refining Stage monks actually sunk deeply under this punch, and immediately became much darker.

The expressions of Mengshan's four friends suddenly changed. Such a powerful fist would probably be smashed into scrap metal even if it was an ordinary defensive weapon.

"Senior, look..."

The black-faced old man turned his head hurriedly, trying to see if Han Li could think of any way to stop him.

After all, according to the opponent's attack, their joint shield would not be able to hold up for more than a few seconds.

Han Li was speechless, but when he raised his hand, a small shield emitting dazzling white light came out of his hand. In the blink of an eye, it swelled several times, and was firmly positioned in front of the shield, just in time to meet the other side of the bald man. A giant blood-red fist.

"Bang"

A huge, ear-piercing crash resounded throughout the world, shaking the unsuspecting monks nearby to the point of becoming unsteady and almost sitting on the ground.

Mengshan's four friends were also dizzy for a long time. The only ones in the room whose expressions did not change were Han Li and the bald man.

Han Li stared at the white phosphorus shield expressionlessly. Although the shield received the opponent's punch, there was a slight dent in the originally smooth surface, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

Han Li knew very well how strong this white phosphorus shield was, and he couldn't help but be more afraid of the big man.

Thinking of this, Han Li patted the storage bag without hesitation.

Suddenly, two black lights and six golden lights flew out at the same time, shooting towards the big man unceremoniously. The roaring momentum of so many top-level magic weapons echoing each other shocked the bald man. , couldn't help but show a hint of fear.

He roared wildly, and the blood-colored brilliance on his body suddenly flourished, and his figure was completely enveloped in the blood light, turning into a huge blood-colored light group two or three feet high, floating motionless in the air.

Seeing this opportunity, Han Li's "Golden Cockroach Mother Blade" and "Oolong Duo" stabbed him mercilessly. As a result, something strange happened to Han Li.

No matter how much his magic weapon stabbed the light group, there was no movement at all inside. Moreover, once the magic weapon penetrated a distance of about half a foot, it could no longer make an inch. The protection was blocked by something like a shield. Down all attacks.

Han Li felt a little anxious, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly looked around. What he saw made Han Li murderous.

The men in black, under the command of the young prince and the masked man who was suspected to be Manager Wang, organized themselves again and continued to surround them faintly, waving the black flags in their hands desperately. These black flags have made ghostly whistling sounds, and a strange black fog has spewed out, spinning around the black flags.

Such a scene reminded Han Li of the indestructible "Qingyang Demonic Fire" he encountered in the Lingshi Mine. Its summoning ritual was so similar, how could Han Li let them complete it successfully.

After thinking about this, Han Li immediately called back the white phosphorus shield with one finger, and then without any explanation, he thrust it into the black-faced old man's hand and said coldly:

"I'll lend it to you for now! I'll deal with the others first."

Then Han Li's body swayed, and he appeared outside the shield, and the magical weapons that were stabbing around the blood-colored light ball automatically flew back to Han Li with a roar, hovering around him and buzzing. It started buzzing.