Chapter 1100

Speaking, the monk suddenly raised his hand, and a mass of blue light shot straight toward Han Li.

It was precisely that dry cyan cauldron.

"Mojiu, what are you doing?" Han Li shouted in great anger.

Although I do not know why the monk would extend a hand to help me, but with a treasure delivered to my door, Han Li naturally would not be polite.

Immediately, he lightly flicked his wide sleeve, and a sheet of green霞 swept out, about to take this cauldron into his sleeve.

Seeing this, Han Li's face sank, and he suddenly pinched a seal with one hand, pointing swiftly at the small cauldron.

With a "puff" sound, the originally unusually calm small cauldron paused in midair, then the cauldron lid flew off, and surging blue flames burst out from within, then wrapping the cauldron, it changed direction and shot toward Han Li.

"You indeed tampered with it!" The gray-robed monk let out a low, cold snort, having prepared earlier, he made a grasping motion in the void with one hand, and instantly a green-colored light hand appeared on the cauldron, then he scooped downward.

He wanted to reseal this cauldron!

"Break!" Han Li's pupils blazed with golden light, and he shouted in his mouth like thunder.

The rumbling sound followed, the green-colored large hand twisted at the back of the hand, a flashing golden ancient character appeared in the void there, then with a "boom" sound, the ancient character burst open, golden light flashing, its power surprisingly great, turning the large hand into nothing.

"Haoran Changge Jue! You actually cultivated the Confucian school's technique!" The monk blurted out a low cry.

Han Li, however, paid no heed, with a single hand gesture, the small cauldron immediately continued to shoot forward, intending to take it back.

At that very moment, a strand of green silk strangely shot out from the nearby void, a flash of green light, and it instantly wrapped around the cauldron, then shot back, giving others no chance to react.

Han Li was startled, and without thinking much, he pinched seals with both hands, and again uttered several "break" sounds from his mouth.

Several golden ancient characters burst in succession on the green silk, the booming sound deafening, but those green silk strands merely scattered slightly, then immediately recovered, wrapping that small cauldron into another person's hand.

And this person had another small cauldron of several inches suspended before him, its runes fluttering, appearing about five-six parts similar to the dry cyan cauldron, and that green silk was precisely shot out from that cauldron.

"Xu Tian Ding!" Han Li murmured upon seeing this scene.

This person was naturally Han Li who had summoned the Xu Tian Ding!

Seeing he was about to grasp this dry cyan cauldron in his hand, he immediately flicked toward the Xu Tian Ding before him in the void.

With a light "dang" sound, several strands of green silk shot out from the cauldron, completely wrapping the dry cyan cauldron into a ball of flashing green light silk, then he flicked his sleeve, and put the green ball into his sleeve, raising his head, he expressionlessly gazed at Han Li, a hint of a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Good, very good! You have already used the Xu Tian Ding so quickly. However, with your cultivation, you can at most have practiced the Tongbao Jue to the first layer only. In that case, you can only display some superficial aspects of this treasure's power. As for Master Mojiu, I did not expect you to make such an unwise choice. You are forcing me to act against you as well." Seeing the dry cyan cauldron taken, Han Li did not get angry, but instead let out a light sigh and said to the monk.

"I have been acquainted with Han Li for over a hundred years, doing this is merely self-preservation. The poor monk does not wish your palace to exterminate Han Daoist and then silence him. Such a matter as the Heaven-Treasure Spiritual Treasure, Han Li from the beginning had no intention of letting the poor monk leave. I am merely a wandering cultivator, not comparable to Long Daoist and your palace's connection." The gray-robed monk took out a green-flashing wooden fish from his sleeve, his expression unusually calm.

"Master Mojiu, what do you mean by these words!" The old woman, who had originally retreated to the side, upon hearing this, flashed a gleam in her eyes, and asked coldly.

"Why do you fellow Daoist continue to conceal this! Others may not know this matter, but the poor monk knows quite a bit. Long Daoist's Liu Cui Sect is actually just the outer branch of the Small Extreme Palace. Long Daoist is indeed one of the outer elders of the Small Extreme Palace. Have I spoken incorrectly?" The gray-robed monk said, his expression solemn.

"I did not expect the master to even know this matter. Long Elder, it seems you need not wait for an opportunity, but act together." Han Li fell silent for a moment, finally no longer concealing.

"Hehe! It seems the old woman wanted to slack off, but that is no longer possible. However, Senior Elder, regarding the Xu Tian Ding matter, you never previously informed me of it. For us outer elders, must it also be kept secret?" The old woman's face sank like water, a yellow light flashed on her hand, a staff about a zhang long with a dragon's head appeared in her hand, then she suddenly spoke coldly to Han Li.

"I did this also for the sake of secrecy. No matter what, now we should still capture these two, then seize this cauldron. With this cauldron as the palace's suppressing treasure, I believe our palace will henceforth be sufficient to repel even stronger enemies." Han Li replied somewhat evasively.

"Leave this Mojiu Daoist to me, you three first resolve the Han boy, seize the Xu Tian Ding." The old woman's wrinkled face twitched, still somewhat dissatisfied, but she still nodded and said.

"Good, just so." Han Li seeing this, immediately no longer hesitated, he flipped his hand, and suddenly a pale blue-colored array plate appeared in his hand, the other hand then swiftly began to pinch seals.

"Not good, he wants to activate the restriction, quickly stop it!" Seeing Han Li's movement, the gray-robed monk's expression changed, saying, then he raised his hand, a mass of emerald green light shot out, actually throwing the wooden fish in his primary hand forth.

Immediately activating the seal, from the wooden fish came a "peng" sound, a distant clear resonance!

This sound was like a valley's quiet echo, also somewhat like heavenly Buddhist chanting, making those who hear it unable to help but have their minds shaken, greatly feeling like the Primordial Spirit leaving its orifice.

But everyone present were individuals of great supernatural powers, that old woman did not even wait for the wooden fish to emit a second sound, at that instant she awakened, a cold snort from her mouth, her staff pointed at the wooden fish, a deep yellow-colored thick sword qi flashed and vanished, shooting out.

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk did not have time to continue activating the Buddhist sound to attack the enemy, hurriedly pouring magic power into the wooden fish, this treasure spun in midair, swelling wildly to the size of a zhang, actually like a giant stone directly meeting the sword light, instantly bursting sounds rang out, the wooden fish thus entangled with the sword light.

Meanwhile, Han Li's hand seal did not stop in the slightest, the array plate in his hand even began to emit piercing spiritual light.

Han Li lightly exhaled a breath!

He did not allow Han Li to smoothly activate the array, raising his hand, five fingers flicking, over ten strands of green-colored sword qi instantly shot out from his fingertips.

The target was precisely Han Li, who was continuously pointing at the array plate.

Han Li's Qingyuan sword qi transformed into over ten strands of green rainbows, flying halfway, when it was intercepted by several strands of white-colored sword qi and two strands of black light midway, and together they produced strands of spiritual light entanglement.

The one who made the move was precisely Bai Mengxin and that青衫 middle-aged person.

In the blink of an eye, the sword qi was almost chopped into fragments, Han Li frowned, but instead of hastily acting to stop Han Li from casting the spell, he merely shook his sleeve, and dozens of golden-colored flying swords fish-like darted out, forming a sheet of golden light protecting himself, then his gaze coldly fixed on Han Li's actions.

A "rumbling" sound suddenly came from beneath his feet, Han Li startled, but immediately his body's spiritual light flashed, and his figure rose from the light pillar.

And just at this time, beneath that purple-colored light pillar, it vanished into thin air, but appeared was a round array diagram flashing with spiritual light.

Han Li only felt beneath him suddenly come a strong suction, making his figure suddenly heavy as a thousand jin and falling straight down. At the same time, his surroundings also suddenly had light and霞 flashing continuously, strands of strange spiritual waves rippling one after another.

Before he could even cast a spell, the nearby scenery suddenly changed. He found himself in a void of wind and snow filling the sky.

Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, while the ground was a crystal-clear expanse, here actually was a glacial land.

"It is an illusion technique! Somewhat interesting!"

Han Li's feet touched the ground and he began to chuckle lightly, but there was not a trace of smile on his face.

At this time, the restriction acting on his body became several degrees stronger, believing that if it were not for his cultivation of the Ming Wang Jue, his body would truly be unable to bear some burden. But compared to the gravity of the Jin Ci Ling Mu, naturally they cannot be compared.

Thinking thus, Han Li immediately moved his mind, golden-colored sword light around him circulated once, and the weight on his body was instantly severed in emptiness.

His figure, wrapped in a mass of golden light, rose again slowly.

Han Li now scanned his surroundings, his eyes slightly narrowed, blue light flashing continuously.

This place everywhere was a vast white expanse, all other people had no trace, looking like a boundless place, it seemed as if only he was a living person.

Again he raised his head and gazed at the sky, the huge snowflakes falling from the sky seemed endless.

Suddenly, the blue light in his eyes flared greatly, then he let out a low shout from his mouth, the golden light circling around him suddenly shot out over ten strands, targeting a certain spot in the void high above that seemed empty.

A series of bursting sounds came from the void, immediately the golden and white light intertwined and flickered there, then over ten small swords appeared.

These flying swords were only a few inches in size, but each was crystal clear and translucent, just now they had actually taken advantage of the opportunity to hide in the wind and snow, silently shooting toward Han Li.

But they were discovered by Han Li a step earlier, he casually released sword light and easily shattered their traces.

"Eh!" A surprised sound came from somewhere, hearing the voice it was indeed Bai Mengxin's, but filled with an unexpected color.

But those dozen or so flying swords flickered and vanished without a trace in the wind and snow.

Han Li raised his eyebrows, and without thinking, he pinched a seal with both hands; instantly, golden light trembled all over his body, and he directly shot out a dozen or so golden-colored small swords, each blazing with golden light and exuding a piercing chill!

After these small swords circled once, they suddenly scattered and shot back in反激, and with another burst of booming sounds, those dozen or so crystalline flying swords were each precisely severed in form by a golden sword.

Then, as Han Li activated his hand seal, both types of flying swords began to hum loudly, golden light and crystalline radiance intertwining, and they immediately started fighting each other.

Seeing this, Han Li's eyes flashed with a fierce gleam, and he suddenly uttered a strange incantation.

A muffled groan came from somewhere in the wind and snow; dozens of zhang away, a cluster of white light exploded forth, and a white-robed, drifting woman appeared, simultaneously clutching her head, her jade-like face showing an expression of pain.

It was Bai Mengxin, who had been struck by Han Li's "Soul-Secret Stab" technique!

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