Chapter 1108

This made the gray-robed monk's expression look exceptionally ugly.

This sword array was far more profound than they had expected.

Han Li saw that although the two below had changed expressions, they had never truly revealed a panicked expression. His gaze flickered with thought, and the corners of his eyes could not help but twitch.

At this time, the old woman and the gray-robed monk took out several other treasures, trying to block the approach of the sword threads.

Han Li's expression moved. The human-shaped puppet standing behind him suddenly had faint spiritual light flash around its body, and it vanished from the spot, concealing its tracks.

And a moment later, the golden threads of the sword array were only twenty feet away from the two in the middle.

Forced by the golden threads, the old woman and the gray-robed monk even began to self-detonate the ancient treasures they had unleashed. As a result, although this caused the golden threads to pause temporarily, it still could not stop them from continuing to approach.

"No, this sword array is too strange. There is no way to break it with ordinary treasures. Hurry and use that thing. Only the power of that thing can crush the sword array!" Seeing the golden threads getting closer and closer, the old woman finally revealed a look of fear on her face, and after turning her head abruptly, she said anxiously to the gray-robed monk.

"Using that thing can naturally break the sword array. But how will we deal with the kid surnamed Han later!" The gray-robed monk was somewhat hesitant.

"Can't care about so much anymore. Breaking the sword array, we still have a glimmer of survival. Otherwise, in a while, the sword array will close, and we will be dead. Keeping this thing is equally useless." The old woman said without thinking.

Hearing this, the gray-robed monk's facial muscles twitched. After looking at the golden threads that had closed in by several feet in just a short time, he finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

Immediately, he slapped his storage pouch, and suddenly a strange thing appeared in his palm.

It was actually a fist-sized fire-red round ball, red and hazy, making it impossible to see clearly what it was. But the surface of this ball was simultaneously pasted with a restriction talisman of two colors, gold and silver. The gray-robed monk held this object with one hand, revealing a cautious expression, looking exceptionally solemn.

"Fellow Daoist Mojiu, hurry and act! If this thing exerts its effect at too close a distance, we will also be implicated." Seeing the sword array golden threads only ten feet away from them, the old woman shouted sharply.

The gray-robed monk sighed, raised his hand, and went to tear off the talisman on the red round ball, seemingly about to use this object immediately.

But just at this moment, faint silver light flashed behind the gray-robed monk, and a human figure appeared from the void. Its movements were as silent as a ghost, making the monk fail to notice any abnormality at all.

The old woman standing opposite the monk, however, saw this abnormality at a glance, and immediately shouted loudly in shock.

"Be careful, behind you!"

As the old woman shouted this reminder, she flicked her sleeve, and a yellow radiance shot toward the human figure.

Hearing the old woman's warning words, the gray-robed monk naturally felt a chill in his heart. Without thinking, his figure shook, wanting to shoot out immediately. At the same time, the arm holding the round ball also shrank subconsciously, wanting to store the round ball into his sleeve. But his actions were somewhat late.

The human-shaped puppet appeared behind him, and it possessed the divine abilities of a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator. One could only see its figure move, and one hand stabbed straight toward the gray-robed monk's back, while the other hand grabbed toward the fire-red round ball. The movements could simply be described as lightning-fast, incomparably quick.

With a muffled groan, the monk's figure stumbled.

The silver-colored palm that the human-shaped puppet stabbed toward his vital points easily parted the protective spiritual light, but the moment it touched his back, a phantom of a strange bird with pitch-black feathers suddenly appeared from his back.

Although the puppet's palm shone with silver light and still easily cut through this strange bird phantom, the movement naturally slowed down, allowing the monk to avoid the vital points, only leaving a long cut on his shoulder, with blood flowing continuously. And the other palm grabbing toward the fire-red round ball, just when it was about to succeed, the round ball suddenly left the monk's hand and shot toward the old woman on the other side.

The yellow radiance spat out by the old woman had already arrived before the human-shaped puppet. It was actually a yellow fine needle shining with bright light.

The human-shaped puppet's eyes shone with purple light. It did not dodge or evade this needle at all, but the arm grabbing toward the fire-red round ball suddenly shook, followed by a "kabang" sound.

This arm actually detached from its body and flew out, chasing after the round ball in front in a flash, grabbing it into its hand, and then circling back.

The yellow fine needle struck the human-shaped puppet's head almost simultaneously, emitting a muffled explosion, and yellow radiance shone.

"Not good!"

"Ah!"

Two completely different cries of shock and joy came from the monk and the old woman simultaneously.

This was not because the two had different thoughts, but because the monk was shocked and angry to see the fire-red round ball being taken away by someone, while the old woman in the distance was overjoyed to see her own life-bound magic treasure, which she had cultivated for hundreds of years, strike the opponent's vital point, and seeing that the opponent had no protection at all.

The human-shaped puppet retreated several steps, finally steadying its figure, straightening its body, and staring coldly at the old woman. At its temple, a thumb-thick small hole appeared, but immediately silver light flashed in the hole, and it vanished as if it had never been, not leaving a trace of injury.

This scene left the old woman dumbfounded, but immediately she sensed something, and suddenly emitted a shrill scream:

"Yellow Plum Needle, what did you do to my Yellow Plum Needle."

The human-shaped puppet's palm slowly raised woodenly. In the center of this palm, that yellow fine needle was jumping and shaking there, desperately wanting to escape from the palm, but it was wrapped in a cluster of silver light, completely unable to escape from this place.

Seeing this scene, the old woman's face turned pale. Her lips moved, and just as she wanted to say something, the human-shaped puppet rubbed both hands, and dazzling silver light shone from its palms. That yellow fine needle immediately became dim and lost its spiritual nature.

And the old woman, affected in her heart, let out a loud cry and spat out several mouthfuls of essence blood, actually damaging quite a bit of her vitality.

The gray-robed monk's expression was iron-blue. Unable to care about the injury on his back, he suddenly raised both hands. Countless clusters of fist-sized silver light surged from his hands, actually faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder. He did not know what kind of treasure it was, but the momentum was truly astonishing.

But Han Li, who was in the air, sneered coldly upon seeing this, and with a thought of his divine sense.

The human-shaped puppet pinched magic techniques woodenly, silver light shone around its body, and then as the light converged, it strangely vanished from the spot.

Those silver light clusters naturally struck the void, not having any effect at all.

The monk and the old woman looked at each other, both seeing despair in each other's eyes.

And at this time, the golden threads around the two were only seven or eight feet away. No matter what great abilities they had, they were already unable to fly away.

Han Li hovered in the high sky, his hands behind his back, looking downward somewhat coldly.

The Great Geng Sword Array finally closed completely. Countless golden threads transformed into a giant golden light ball. Inside that light ball, first came a booming explosion sound, shaking the light ball several times, followed by the shrill screams of the old woman and the monk.

Under the perspective of his Spirit Eye, he clearly saw the bodies of these two Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators being cut into pieces by the chaotic blades in the blink of an eye.

The Nascent Souls hidden in their physical bodies held on for a while longer, but under the continuous slashing of so many golden threads, they finally transformed into specks of green light, vanishing from this world without a trace.

As for the storage pouches of the two and the treasures they drove, not a single one remained, all being stirred into nothingness by the power of the sword array. Only two small clusters of extreme cold flames, one yellow and one green, remained lightly floating in the air.

Letting out a light sigh, Han Li's expression relaxed, but he revealed a few traces of loneliness.

After being silent for a moment, silver light flashed beside him, and the human-shaped puppet appeared silently, handing over the fire-red round ball it had snatched to Han Li's eyes.

Han Li took it without a word and examined this object carefully.

Looking closely at this round ball, it was semi-transparent, with a dazzling red flame rolling unsteadily inside. Looking closely, it was actually a miniature fire bird circling and dancing inside, lifelike and magical beyond compare. And around this fire bird, various colored runes flickered. Looking closely at each rune, they were all ancient characters that were somewhat similar yet different. With Han Li's current profound knowledge of ancient characters, he was actually unable to identify the origin of these characters.

It actually seemed to be a completely new type of ancient character!

Han Li examined it for a long time, his brows furrowing slightly.

Since this object was something these two took out at the last moment, it was definitely extraordinary, a heavy treasure they regarded as their trump card.

But although this round ball looked indeed somewhat magical and seemed to contain quite a bit of fire-attribute spiritual power, if one said that this little spiritual power could destroy his Great Geng Sword Array, it was simply a joke. It seemed the true power of this object should be in those runes. But unfortunately, he could not identify any of these ancient characters, so he naturally could not talk about how to comprehend them.

Now was not the time for him to study things carefully. Han Li thought for a moment, took out several restriction talismans from his storage pouch, pasted them on the round ball, and then took out a wooden box that was neither gold nor wood, carefully storing the ball away, leaving it for future use.

At this time, Han Li raised his head and looked toward the Qilin phantom. He saw that in this short moment, the phantom had shrunk by a circle. And the fire crow flying inside was actually spirited, its body having grown by one-third or so.

Seeing this scene, Han Li touched his chin, his eyes revealing a look of thought.

He did not rush to take back this wisp of true fire, first pinching magic techniques with both hands, incantations drifting from his mouth.

Suddenly, hundreds of golden lights appeared from the void below. After a shake, most of them dissipated and vanished, and finally only thirty-six golden small swords remained.

Han Li shook his sleeve indifferently, and these small swords transformed into streaks of golden rainbow, sinking into his large sleeve. Then his gaze shifted, falling onto the two small clusters of cold flames left in place.

These two clusters of cold flames were motionless below, flickering with faint light, looking truly inconspicuous.

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