Chapter 1145

Five fingers spread, a golden-colored electric flood dragon shot out from the arm just as before, colliding squarely with the black python charging in with fierce momentum.

"Divine Thunder of Evil Repulsion!"

Upon seeing this, the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi was startled in his heart, hastily trying to change hand seals to cast another spell, but it was already too late.

The golden flood dragon lunged at the black python, and a tremendous booming sound erupted.

Amidst the flashing golden light, the black python's body was wrapped in countless golden arcs, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered and vanished.

The demon-subduing divine ability of the Divine Thunder of Evil Repulsion is no joke.

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi's face darkened with anger, and he immediately slapped his waist storage pouch.

With a loud humming sound, a several-foot-long blood light shot out from the pouch's mouth, flashing to Han Li's head in an instant, transforming into a blood-colored long blade that slashed downward.

Before the blade light even fell, a thick stench of blood assailed the face.

Han Li's face sank, he raised his neck, and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a golden-colored small sword from his body just the same.

With a clear "chime," as the golden and blood-colored lights intertwined, the blood knife let out a mournful cry before being severed into two pieces by the golden flying sword, the remnants falling straight down.

"Impossible!"

At this, the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi's true face changed dramatically, and he sobered up somewhat from his ecstasy.

In this stone chamber, the restriction on divine sense was utterly ineffective.

After a moment of surprise and doubt, he hastily swept his divine sense toward Han Li.

Han Li had already regarded the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi as a dead man, and had no intention of concealing his cultivation; his immense power surged without restraint within his body.

As a result, after the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi swept his divine sense, his face naturally turned into a wondrous spectacle.

First, he was stunned, then somewhat dazed, but immediately afterward, he revealed an expression of utter disbelief; after his divine sense carefully scanned Han Li's body several times, his face turned bluish.

"You are already at the late Nascent Soul stage"

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi almost squeezed these words out word by word from his mouth, and instantly, his back was drenched in cold sweat.

"Hmph, knowing this is of no use; in fact, it's better to be a confused ghost. However, back then, because of the Xu Tian Ding, you relentlessly pursued Han, so let you die beneath this ding—it can be considered fulfilling your fate." Han Li recalled past events, killing intent surged in his heart, and he spoke in a gloomy and extraordinary tone.

Immediately, he opened his mouth, a mass of green light spewed out, then spun around, and an ancient-looking small ding appeared.

It was precisely that Xu Tian Treasure Ding!

Although the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi was thrown into great mental turmoil by Han Li's advancement to the late Nascent Soul stage, feeling as if in a dream, upon hearing Han Li's words and seeing the Xu Tian Ding appear, he immediately knew things were dire and would not simply wait for death.

He immediately gritted his teeth, his body spun rapidly in place, and streams of black yin qi erupted from his body, instantly spreading across most of the stone chamber, accompanied by wailing ghosts and howling wolves, while some tall ghostly figures flickered in and out of the black mist.

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi, in desperation, pushed the Profound Yin Magic Art to its extreme and released the eighteen Tian Du corpses he had refined over hundreds of years, yet he dared not direct the demonic qi toward Han Li, and instead hesitated.

Han Li, however, gave a cold smile.

Although the Profound Yin demonic qi was pitch-black and murky, under his spiritual eyes, the situation was completely clear.

He said nothing more, pointing a single finger at the Xu Tian Ding before him.

The small ding flashed with green light all over, shooting out from its top bundles of green-colored fine threads, seemingly endless, and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a vast green net hovering above the stone chamber.

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi felt a chill in his heart, and without further thought, he chanted the incantation.

Nearby, the demonic shadows flickered, and more than a dozen Tian Du corpses rushed out of the yin clouds, heading straight for the stone chamber's top, their arms flailing wildly as if trying to tear the green net apart.

Han Li remained expressionless, but his fingers lightly flicked the small ding before him.

With a soft "ding," the green net suddenly blazed with blinding light, and a layer of blue-colored ice flame strangely appeared on the net; then the ice flame condensed, instantly transforming into more than a dozen brilliant blue firebirds, which plunged headfirst into the approaching corpse refiners.

These Tian Du corpses did not even utter a sound; in the blue-colored flames, they instantly turned into more than a dozen grotesque and extraordinary ice sculptures, falling from midair, shattered to pieces.

At this moment, the threads on the green net trembled violently, blue light blazing down as countless fist-sized blue-colored fireballs shot out from the net, raining down upon the dense demonic qi below.

The black mist surged and churned, transforming into countless bowl-thick black snakes that lunged toward the airborne fireballs.

The moment they made contact, the blue-colored fireballs exploded with "boom-boom" sounds, and vast expanses of blue-colored cold mist instantly filled the entire stone chamber.

For a time, the stone chamber was filled with intense cold; the surrounding walls and left and right objects instantly condensed into thick layers of ice.

Under the sparkling crystal light, this stone chamber was completely transformed into a glacial land.

Those black snakes, under the shroud of blue-colored cold mist, offered no resistance whatsoever, each turning into ice rods, then shattering and vanishing; the remaining demonic qi, under the pressure of the cold mist, scattered and disappeared one by one, faintly revealing the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi within.

Under these circumstances, the old demon could absolutely not hold out for long.

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi naturally also knew the situation was dire, and without further thought, he let out a mournful long cry from his mouth, then spat out a pitch-black pearl like ink.

The moment this pearl appeared, the old demon bit his tongue tip, spraying a mouthful of essence blood onto it.

The pearl immediately trembled, transforming into a mass of demonic flame, swirling around the old demon; a layer of black fire instantly enveloped the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi within it.

This was precisely the old demon's killing move, the "Tian Du Corpse Fire."

After displaying this divine ability, the old demon regained some confidence, his form flickered, and he wrapped the remaining demonic qi into a mass of black fire, soaring upward, heading straight for the stone chamber entrance in a sweeping motion, appearing to flee for his life.

Let it be said that the Tian Du Corpse Fire's power is truly not to be underestimated; when the blue-colored cold mist touched this fire, it emitted a low, muffled roar, and for a moment, it could not actually freeze the old demon, allowing him a few flashes to truly break out of the blue mist's enclosure, and after one flash, he instantly arrived near the entrance.

Han Li witnessed this scene, his face showing no change, but in his heart he activated the Treasure Controlling Decree.

Suddenly, at the stone door, green light flashed violently, and countless green threads shot out from the nearby walls, intertwining and flashing, and in an instant, sealed the entrance shut.

"Ah" — upon seeing this, the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi felt his heart sink.

But just then, he suddenly felt a chill from above his head, and couldn't help but startle and look up.

At some point, above his head in the void, a giant ice lotus had condensed and formed on the green-colored thread net, its entire body glowing with brilliant blue light, extraordinarily beautiful, perfectly enveloping the old demon beneath it.

"Not good!" the old demon's heart startled, and he hastily fled with his escape light, wanting to immediately avoid the lotus's enveloping range.

But just then, at the ground where his feet stood, two bursts of green threads suddenly shot out, left and right, and in an instant, they wrapped his feet thread by thread.

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi's body instantly stiffened, unable to leave the spot, while the green threads followed his feet upward along his calves, spreading and, in the blink of an eye, wrapping his entire lower body within them.

Although the black-colored fire still raged furiously on the old demon's body, these spirit threads still flashed with green light, utterly unafraid of this fire.

And almost simultaneously, the blue-colored ice lotus on the stone chamber turned and slowly pressed downward.

This moment, the old demon's soul flew apart and scattered.

Even if his Tian Du Corpse Fire had some power, how could it possibly withstand the might of the dry blue ice flame?

In his desperation, he opened his mouth and spat out a piece of dark, murky jade pendant.

But before this treasure could unleash its power, a sharp tearing sound erupted from the nearby void, and strangely, another bunch of green threads shot out.

In a flash, it wrapped around the small jade pendant.

The Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi was startled, and hastily moved his divine sense to try to activate the jade pendant.

But as soon as the green threads flashed, he immediately severed his connection with this treasure.

Then the green threads coiled and pulled, dragging the jade pendant as it shot back toward the Xu Tian Ding.

The green threads, with the jade pendant, flashed against the cauldron wall and strangely sank into the small cauldron. Thus, it was taken in.

Seeing this scene, the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi's face turned ashen.

Although he desperately activated the Heavenly Corpse Fire on his body and consecutively deployed two other treasures to block the ice lotus in the air, this was merely a dying struggle.

After the blue ice lotus fell downward, a layer of blue light flame erupted, centered on the ice lotus.

The black corpse fire on the old demon's body, upon contact with these dry blue ice flames, intertwined and was pressed by the blue flame, staggering left and right. After a burst of firecracker-like explosions, the black corpse fire was weakened by the cold to the brink of extinction, appearing as if it would go out at any moment.

During this time, the old demon repeatedly employed various secret techniques trying to shake off the green threads on his body and escape, but to no avail.

When the last wisp of corpse fire extinguished, the blue lotus finally descended.

Despite the Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi's desperate struggle, once his entire body was enveloped by the extreme cold power, he was thoroughly frozen in the crisp "hiss-la" sound, sealed within a block of blue ice several zhang high, his face filled with a mixture of terror and shock.

From the start of the attack to finally subduing the old demon, Han Li, aside from the Xu Tian Ding, did not use any other treasure, and his feet remained planted in place without moving even slightly. Seeing the old demon restrained, Han Li let out a cold laugh, then flicked his finger at the cauldron.

The green threads throughout the stone chamber trembled, transforming into streams of rosy light that surged back, while the cauldron's surface shimmered with spiritual light without cease.

Seeing this, Han Li impolitely opened his mouth and sucked the cauldron back into his abdomen. Then his gaze shifted to the Ji Yin Zushi in the blue ice, and after a few hehe laughs, his face revealed a half-smile, but his eyes were icy and devoid of any emotion.

His form flickered, and Han Li lightly floated before the blue ice, without a word shaking his arm, instantly producing a buzzing sound as over ten golden small swords shot out. The flying swords circled once in midair, then transformed into several-foot-long golden sword light, aimed at the blue ice below to unleash a chaotic barrage of swords, directly dismembering the sealed Ancestor of Ji Yin Zushi.

"Wait, Fellow Daoist Han! My entire clan was slaughtered by this person—may I, Man Mou, personally strike him down and exterminate this scourge?" A voice that Han Li found somewhat familiar suddenly came from a corner of the stone chamber.

Han Li's heart stirred; he halted the flying swords, narrowed his eyes, and listened toward the sound.

Only then was seen: within the thick ice layer sealed by cold energy, suddenly golden light flashed, and a small fist punched straight through the ice wall, the ice layer shattering inch by inch.

A golden-radiant Nascent Soul shot out from the shattered ice, circled once, and halted in midair, its gaze directly fixed on Han Li.

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