A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

As Marquis Nanlong spoke, he flicked his hand to his chest, and a soft white light flashed.

The place that was originally sunken returned to normal in an instant.

Wang Tiangu and others' faces changed slightly. But the old man surnamed Yun said without changing his expression:

"Don't worry, everyone. He just used secret techniques to temporarily control his injuries. It's not out of the question! But what's the deal with this boy named Han? Send one person up to entangle him, and the others will kill Nanlong Marquis first."

After the old man said this coldly, he calmly pointed at Yinlun in front of him.

This magic weapon immediately turned into a silver rainbow and flew to his head, then sprinkled a large piece of silver light to protect his whole body.

The old man's figure appeared vaguely in the silver light.

Obviously, this person also knew that Marquis Nanlong hated him deeply, so he did not seek merit, but sought no fault.

Wang Tiangu frowned, and seemed to think there was some truth to it, so he tilted his head and said to the monk surnamed You next to him:

"Brother You, I'll let you deal with this kid first. You don't have to fight him to the death, just hang on to him for a moment and a half. Once Nanlong Hou is dealt with, his death will come."

Wang Tiangu finally no longer concealed his murderous intention towards Han Li. After giving Han Li a cold look, a black light several feet high suddenly appeared on his body, and his whole body was submerged in the darkness, looking extremely strange.

Seeing this, the old woman and the black-faced man also sprayed out magic weapons and slowly gathered around.

"It's easy to say, just leave this fellow Daoist Han to me!" The monk surnamed You chuckled, and a white jade Ruyi slipped out of his sleeve silently, then he took a few steps forward and stood facing Han Li with a half-smiling smile.

For him, it was a piece of cake to entangle a newly advanced Nascent Soul cultivator. This is much safer than directly facing Nanlong Hou, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Han Zhan stared at the monk surnamed You. He stood motionless on the spot, but his heartbeat intensified the moment the old woman left the stairs. The palm shrunk in the cuff firmly clasped an ancient treasure.

At this moment, Marquis Nanlong suddenly flicked his hand backwards, and a piece of golden cloud shot out. At the same time, it caught the three jade boxes on the jade bed behind him, and then flew back into his hand.

"Go on!" Marquis Nanlong waved his hand without any hesitation, and one of the jade boxes shot towards Han Li.

This move was beyond everyone's expectations, and naturally no one had time to stop it.

The jade box was easily taken into Han Li's hands, but he blinked, his eyes showing confusion.

"Since fellow Taoist did not join them, I will give this jade box to you. If there is really a secret of Falling Demon Valley in the box, fellow daoist can bring it out of here alive, even if your luck is good, fellow daoist." Finished. All this, Nanlong Hou put his hands behind his back and said pointedly.

When Wang Tiangu, the old man surnamed Yun and others heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

Han Li lowered his head and looked at the jade box in his hand, and pursed his dry lips. He suddenly felt the urge to laugh wildly, but he suppressed it with his extraordinary sense.

It was really funny that something that all the monks in the attic wanted to snatch would be delivered to their door.

Naturally, Marquis Nanlong did not have any good intentions in doing this.

With Wang Tiangu and others determined to win the jade box, now that the jade box is given to him, this is clearly a trick to move the trouble eastward. It was good to distract Wang Tiangu and others so that they could escape with much less pressure.

However, this person could afford it and let it go. He could bear the pain and still give him one of the treasures he got. He really had some heroic qualities.

But now that the treasure is in his hands...hehe!

After Han Li sneered, he flipped his palm without hesitation, and the jade box disappeared and was put into the storage bag. .

"Chan'er, you two help Daoist You. Don't let the boy named Han escape by taking advantage of the opportunity. We old guys are enough for the fight here." Wang Tiangu's face darkened and he did not hesitate. 's command.

He was actually calm enough and was not stunned by the treasure in the jade box. He only sent two of the weakest ones, Wang Chan, to keep an eye on Han Li, and did not allocate other personnel to deal with Han Li.

The others looked at each other and said nothing.

Although the treasure is tempting, as long as the Nanlong Marquis is eliminated, Han Li, a mere early Yuanying monk, will not be able to capture him at the same time.

"Yes, Second Uncle! I was just thinking about meeting this 'Senior Han'!" Wang Chan's eyes flashed sternly, and he agreed with a sinister smile.

Then he waved to Yan Ruyan and walked towards Han Li.

The complex look on Yan Ruyanmei's face flashed away, and she followed her silently.

Seeing this, Han Li glanced at the two of them indifferently, with nothing strange on his face.

It's funny to say that although there were crossbows and swords drawn in the attic, neither Wang Tiangu or the others nor Nanlong Hou had the intention to take action first.

It's not that the two sides still have any feelings for each other. But everyone knows that Nanlong Marquis is now in a corner and is still fighting. Once he takes action, it will definitely be shocking. Maybe one or two opponents will be killed together if he is determined.

The deathbed counterattack of a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul is terrifying, and these old guys all know it very well. Naturally, no one wants to be the first to take action and bear the opponent's fatal blow.

Moreover, of course, they themselves are not afraid of the opponent delaying. As long as Nanlong Hou does not have time to meditate and recover, the injury will only become worse and worse, which is more beneficial to them.

The strange thing is that Marquis Nanlong also stood there without moving, as if he didn't care about the injury at all. But the bright red color on his cheeks became even brighter, now as bright as drops of blood.

This made Wang Tiangu and others dare not act rashly, fearing that the other party had already used a powerful secret technique to fight for their lives, so they all stared at Nanlong Hou with cold eyes without blinking.

As for the monk surnamed You on the side, he also had similar thoughts towards Han Li. Anyway, he only needed to entangle Han Li, so he had no intention of taking action first.

Wang Chan wanted to kill Han Li immediately, but because he was not strong enough, he naturally did not dare to act rashly.

As a result, although murderous intent was everywhere in the attic, it became quiet for a while.

After a moment, Han Li, who looked thoughtful, suddenly sighed. Although the sound was not loud, it was very eye-catching at this time.

But the Yuanying old monsters in the attic were all cunning and cunning. Except for the monk surnamed You across the way, no one else even raised their eyelids. No one was distracted and looked over.

Wang Chan on the other side curled his lips, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.

In their minds, Han Li would naturally only wait for Marquis Nanlong to take action first before taking action. Only in this way can he take advantage of the chaos to have a slim chance of survival.

But what no one expected was that after Han Li sighed, he actually took action.

Han Lishen raised his hand without hesitation, and a black thing appeared in his hand.

The monk surnamed You squinted his eyes. Before he could see clearly what it was, Han Li threw the object into the air unceremoniously. After the object spun around in the air, it instantly rose sharply, and in the blink of an eye it was gone. It became as big as seven or eight feet, and it stretched between the two people like a huge wall, separating them from each other.

Only then did the monk surnamed You see clearly. This was actually a dark hill, with black light flashing all over it. He didn't know what kind of treasure it was.

However, after he was startled, he did not panic. Instead, he pointed at the Jade Ruyi magic weapon in front of him.

Immediately, Yu Ruyi buzzed loudly, and then a white light emerged. In the halo of light, a giant white tiger actually appeared.

Although the tiger looked a little blurry, as soon as it took shape, it opened its mouth wide and a bowl-sized pillar of scorching white light shot out in a flash, hitting the black hill directly.

A loud "rumbling" sound came, and the white light instantly submerged most of the hill into it.

Wang Chan on one side also reacted. He made a seal with both hands without hesitation, and a blood-red thick mist suddenly emerged from his body, engulfing his figure. At the same time, a nauseating smell of blood instantly filled the entire attic.

Yan Ruyan's face was expressionless, and with the same seal, a similar bloody mist appeared on her body, but this time there was no bloody aura coming out, but it was filled with a strange sweet scent that made people faint at the first smell. He was groggy and his consciousness was immediately unclear.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed You felt even more relieved. While controlling the white tiger on Yu Ruyi to spray out a beam of light again, he slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a light blue gourd about an inch in size appeared in his hand.

Just when he was about to sacrifice the gourd in his hand, he suddenly heard a slight thunder that seemed to come from the opposite side. He was startled and became vigilant. He pinched the hand without hesitation, and a thick layer of white The mask appeared in his hand first.

Almost at the same time, a silver electric arc flashed beside him, and Han Li's figure with wings on his back appeared there, almost clinging to his protective light shield.

"Ah You……"

The monk surnamed You looked shocked, but at last he had a lot of fighting experience. He hurriedly raised the blue gourd in his hand, and a blue arc shot out from the mouth of the gourd, which was very dazzling.

But the moment the blue arc shot out, Han Li had no intention of avoiding it. Instead, he opened his mouth and blew lightly, and a wisp of blue flame as thin as silk spurted out from his mouth, piercing through the white light shield without any obstruction. , shot directly at the monk surnamed You.