A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

But the following scene was somewhat beyond Han Li's imagination.

As soon as the giant sword touched the silk screen, the screen immediately flashed with blue light, and the crystalline and slender wires were extremely tough and strong.

After the giant sword struck the net several times, not only did it fail to break the object, but instead, under the control of the old man, the net wrapped it up layer by layer, and after a moment, it was trapped inside it. Although he couldn't be restrained by the opponent, it was really difficult to get out for a while.

Han Li frowned and was about to cast another spell when the old man opposite him struck first.

After a cold look flashed on his face, his hands formed various strange hand seals like wheels. At the same time, a series of colorful spells shot out quickly from his hands, all hitting the aura above his head.

Suddenly the blue spiritual mass began to shrink and deform, and exploded instantly amid the sound of obscure spells.

Countless palm-sized slender ice crystals then appeared out of thin air around the old man, with blue light shining all over a radius of more than ten feet.

A stern look appeared on the old man's face. He suddenly opened and closed his hands and pointed at Han Li, and uttered a cold word "go" in his mouth.

Suddenly the ice crystals all over the sky were like strong bows and crossbows, all of them were expected to burst out together with the sound.

The dense blue crystal light suddenly shrouded Han Li's position, and it looked really scary!

"Is this spiritual magic?"

Han Li was startled, with a look of surprise on his face. But his hands didn't stop for a moment. Without thinking, he sacrificed the flower basket ancient treasure that he had just activated in his hand, and at the same time slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist. Another three-color gold-eating insect surged out from the bag, and at Han Li's urging With a move, the subordinates surrounded Han Li.

However, this time the gold-eating insects did not condense into anything. Instead, they danced wildly nearby, forming a weather-tight insect cover. Han Li's figure became blurry.

As soon as the flower basket left his hand, it turned into a stream of white air and faced the ice crystals shooting from the opposite side.

As a result, the part that hit head-on passed through the ice crystal, was rolled up and retracted by the white air, and was completely sucked into it.

Upon seeing this scene, other ice crystals seemed to be channeling, and they were deflected from both sides to the insect cover in front of Han Li.

The muffled sounds of "pop" and "pop" continued one after another!

A group of prismatic ice crystals were covered by insects. They paused for a moment, but they still tore open holes one after another, and one after another sank into them. The insect cover then returned to its original state, and there was no sound inside, as if nothing had happened.

The old man surnamed Mu couldn't help being surprised when he saw this situation.

His "Ice Crystal Technique" seems to be similar to the "Ice Rain Technique" in the monk's Five Elements Taoist Technique, except that there are more of them. But in fact, these ice edges are all formed by the cold air of the mysterious essence that he has cultivated himself. They are not only sharp and sharp, but also extremely cold. Even if the monk who does not know the details can use the magic weapon to temporarily block it, he still feels that he cannot withstand the ice. The cold air after the broken edge was frozen in the back hand.

But now there was no news after these ice edges were shot in. How could he not be shocked?

The old man hesitated, and just when he was about to use his spiritual consciousness to explore the situation inside the insect cover, a loud noise suddenly came from above his head.

He only felt his ears buzzing, and then his vision went dark. Without warning, he almost fell straight from the air.

The old man surnamed Mu was frightened and angry. He hurriedly rubbed his hands together and slapped his body several times. A white protective shield suddenly appeared on his body. Only then did he regain his balance and look up.

Above the head, I saw the huge silver bell reaching the sky at some point. The huge sound just now was made by this bell.

At this time, the silver light of the bell flashed, and a second loud noise came out again, but this time it was not directed at the wary old man, but instead released circles of sound waves, aimed at the giant blue net and the one wrapped in it. The giant cyan sword struggling inside.

"Not good!" The old man was startled, then he immediately woke up and hurriedly tried to cast a spell to block it. But it was obviously a step too late.

As a result, the blue silk screen was broken inch by inch by the impact of those pale silver sound waves. The giant sword broke free from the restraints and slashed at the old man again without any courtesy.

Before the blade of the sword could reach him, huge coercion had already rushed towards him.

Although the old man still had a layer of protective shield to resist it, how could he dare to take such an astonishing giant sword? His face turned pale, his body swayed, and he was reflected dozens of feet away under the blue light, dodging the giant sword. The slash of the sword.

Then he waved to the ball in the air without hesitation, and the magic weapon immediately flew to the top of his head. After a breath of essence was sprayed over, a light curtain was raised to protect him, and then the old man looked at him with a solemn expression. opposite.

His face suddenly changed color and turned pale.

The insect cover on the opposite side had disintegrated amidst the buzzing sound, and once again turned into an insect cloud floating above Han Li's head.

Han Li, on the other hand, was holding a blue ice flower several inches in size in one hand and looking at him calmly.

When the two looked at each other, the cold look in the other's eyes made the old man feel trembling. But then he changed his gaze, not looking at Han Li, but staring at the small ice flower in Han Li's hand, with a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face.

Under the sunlight, this ice flower is crystal clear and extremely beautiful. But these old men didn't care. What he cared about was that even though he was so far away from Han Li, he had practiced ice-based spiritual arts for hundreds of years, so he could sense the astonishing cold spiritual power from the ice flowers. Although it was a bit unfamiliar, it actually made the old man feel... He felt an inexplicable awe, which made him secretly horrified.

In an instant, the old man pursed his lips and said with an ugly expression:

"The spiritual technique that my master used just now was destroyed by your Excellency using this object? What kind of treasure is this? Can you tell me, fellow Taoist?"

When Han Li heard this, he chuckled.

"Treasure? Let's call it that. As for what it is, if you are willing to tell me about the spiritual technique just now, I can't tell you something." Han Li smiled and said calmly.

"Why, you, as a monk, are also interested in the spiritual arts of our magicians? This is quite interesting!" The shock on the old man's face gradually disappeared, and his cold look returned again.

But Han Li could faintly see the other party's fear of the ice flower in his hand from his flickering eyes, and he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth, showing that he was too lazy to answer.

The old man saw Han Li's expression in his eyes and was furious.

After snorting coldly, he patted the storage bag on his waist. After the black light flashed in his hand, something suddenly appeared.

It was dark, but it turned out to be a seemingly small mini-hill.

Han Li was stunned. Before he could take a closer look at the object, the old man was already mumbling something. Then he threw the hill into the air, and black light suddenly circulated on the surface of the mountain, and its size increased sharply. In an instant, it rose to a size of dozens of feet, and it continued to grow.

When Han Li saw this situation, he took a deep breath.

Without thinking, he pointed at the giant blue sword. After the giant sword groaned, it turned into a green rainbow and shot directly over the hill. It fell hard and struck head-on at the top of the hill.

There was a loud "boom", gravel flew around, brilliance exploded, green light and black light intertwined and collided together.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and glanced. On the top of the black mountain peak, he slashed a gap of seven to eight feet long and about ten feet deep with his sword, but it was obviously far from enough to cut the mountain in half.

But as he witnessed with his own eyes, the gap quickly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and more than half of it had been restored before the second blow was struck.

At this time, the mountain peak had risen to over a hundred feet in size amid the black light, and was no different from a real hill. No matter how brave and calm Han Li was, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch when he saw the majestic black mountain peaks standing in front of him, and his face became even more ugly. ,

He could guess without thinking that if he were hit from the front by this mountain peak, no insect-covered beetle would be able to withstand it, and it would be crushed to pieces in one blow.

At this time, Han Li's giant sword struck the mountain peak several more times, but to no avail.

The old man chuckled sinisterly and pointed towards the mountain peak with one hand.

The mountain peak suddenly appeared on Han Li's head with a "whoosh" sound, and then smashed down hard.

Han Li was shocked and had no time to think about how this huge thing could teleport and escape. There was a thunderous sound behind him, and he disappeared without a trace in the silver light.

At a distance of tens of feet, Han Li's figure reappeared, but there were a bunch of silver-white wind and thunder wings behind him.

"Eh!" Seeing Han Li disappear in an instant, it was the old man's turn to be shocked.

His expression changed drastically, and his figure instantly shot backwards again, widening the distance between him and Han Li, looking very cautious. Not only was the look in Han Li's eyes filled with shock.

At this time, the old man in this scene finally understood one thing. The other party was not an ordinary Yuan Ying early stage monk. With this kind of magical power of teleportation, it is impossible for him to keep the opponent. It seems that this time he will come back in vain.

After all, with his cultivation level, he could only use the magical power to move such a huge black peak in an instant a few times.

Every time he casts a spell, his magic power will be greatly reduced. He didn't dare to use it too much.