Chapter 1159

The Han man had just entered the void with the aid of a talisman when he suddenly felt a tremendous force strike silently from behind; although the golden flowers behind him desperately gathered to resist, he was still struck solidly by this force.

With a "Boom," he was violently slammed back into his original space.

At the same time, his throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood.

At that very moment, a thunderclap sounded from behind him.

The Golden Flower Ancestor turned his head in shock and fear.

He saw Han Li materialize in a patch of silver light over ten zhang away, slowly retracting his fist, which flickered with a faint azure glow, and coldly sneering at him.

The bald Han man felt a chill in his heart; only now did he truly realize that his opponent was absolutely not an early Nascent Soul cultivator—at the very least, mid-stage or higher—and that whether in magic treasures, spirit beasts, or divine abilities, the opponent far surpassed him.

With that thought, the Golden Flower Ancestor no longer dared to continue fighting Han Li; he completely abandoned his will to battle, suddenly hurling the golden talisman in his hand into the air, his body erupting in golden light as he transformed into a golden streak that shot through the sky and fled.

He didn't even spare a glance for the beautiful woman below.

Han Li's mouth twitched; he had originally intended to give immediate chase, but the golden talisman thrown by his opponent burst with a "Pfft," scattering into a vast expanse of golden light.

These golden lights immediately shattered into fragments, which then condensed and transformed, actually forming thousands of thumb-sized golden 'color' poisonous bees that swarmed toward Han Li from all directions.

A loud buzzing sound arose!

Han Li was somewhat surprised, yet he calmly opened his mouth, and a cluster of azure light wrapped around a small cauldron as it spewed outward.

This cauldron merely spun in front of him, instantly expanding to several zhang in size, whereupon Han Li struck it with one palm.

With a "Boom," azure flames suddenly appeared on the surface of the great cauldron, enveloping it entirely.

Then, amid the rumbling, the cauldron lid slowly opened, revealing a gap about a chi wide.

A strand of azure misty light shot out from the gap, swelling in the wind and transforming into a dozen-zhang-long azure silk ribbon,

merely a flash of azure light across the sky, and the azure silk swept across half the heavens in an instant, sucking all the golden bees into it; then, after a circular motion, it retracted like lightning, specks of golden light flashing as it returned to the cauldron.

This Xu Tian Ding, upon being first unleashed by Fang Yi, actually sucked all the heavenly golden 'color' poisonous bees into the cauldron.

But this brief delay was enough for the Golden Flower Ancestor, transformed into a startled rainbow, to already be fifty or sixty zhang away—such speed for an early Nascent Soul cultivator was nothing short of astonishing.

Seeing this, Han Li revealed a hint of mockery on his face, did not rush to pursue, and first swept his gaze around.

As a result, his brows furrowed slightly, and he let out a cold snort from his nose.

In the brief moment when he and the Golden Flower Ancestor had been dazzled and exchanging blows, the gray-robed elder and the blue-robed youth had somehow quietly retreated over a hundred zhang away, appearing ready to turn and flee.

These two had long since abandoned any thought of seizing treasures after Han Li and the Golden Flower Ancestor appeared one after another; they only wanted to escape the danger intact, lest they perish here.

As for the Golden Flower Ancestor, needless to say, he was clearly brought by the beautiful woman to kill and silence witnesses.

After a few words with this unknown cultivator, the Golden Flower Ancestor even seemed intent on silencing a Nascent Soul cultivator, which made them realize things were dire.

But when the Golden Flower Ancestor spoke without restraint and mentioned the Xu Tian Ding, these two suddenly understood.

Although they were only Foundation Establishment cultivators, as disciples of the Barbarian Beard Sect, how could they not know of the Xu Tian Ding's emergence back then? To this day, the Nixing Alliance's kill order against the cauldron's holder has never been canceled.

They knew the danger in their hearts, and after silently cursing, they naturally no longer wished to remain in place.

When Han Li and the bald Han man were about to clash, these two immediately began to retreat slowly and quietly.

Now, seeing Han Li's icy gaze sweep over them, their hearts pounded wildly, and they immediately disregarded everything, bursting into escape lights and fleeing in separate directions.

As for the beautiful woman, when the Golden Flower Ancestor discarded her and fled, she panicked, twisted her body, and shot away as a streak of red light.

As for the low-level Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation cultivators farther by the lake, due to their low cultivation and great distance, they had no idea what had happened at the lake's center; but seeing their masters and grandmasters fleeing in disarray, these people exchanged glances and then scattered in fear.

Witnessing this, Han Li's face darkened for a moment; suddenly he grabbed his waist, and a spirit beast pouch flew up into midair.

Immediately, a hissing sound came from the pouch, followed by a spray of white mist, within which were more than a dozen snow-white centipedes, each about half a chi long, bearing a pair of transparent wings on their backs, ferocious and vicious, circling Han Li's head in a whirling dance,

Han Li said nothing, merely pointing his finger at the three distant individuals in turn.

Instantly, the eighteen six-winged frost centipedes split into three groups, transforming into three gusts of white 'color' cold wind, exhaling icy breath as they howled in pursuit of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators; their escape speed was clearly a notch faster than the three.

Upon seeing this, the beautiful woman and her two companions were startled, immediately unleashing their last reserves of strength without holding back; their escape speed actually increased by a notch as well.

In the blink of an eye, these three and the six-winged frost centipedes chased off into the distance, one after the other.

As for those low-level cultivators, Han Li also couldn't be bothered with them.

Given these cultivators' sluggish escape speed and low status, even if they wanted to report what happened here to someone, it would likely take several days; by then, he would already be millions of li away from this place.

However, after glancing at the distant Golden Flower Ancestor, killing intent flashed in his eyes; the wind and thunder wings on his back fluttered lightly, and he vanished as a silver arc in place.

Although the Golden Flower Ancestor was now over a hundred zhang away, each time Han Li flickered, he instantly closed the distance by over twenty zhang; after just six or seven such flashes, he appeared ghostlike above the bald man's head.

Without a word, he raised one hand, and a vast expanse of purple 'color' flames shot forth, transforming into a large hand that descended with overwhelming force to seize him.

"Ah"

The Golden Flower Ancestor never expected Han Li could so easily and consecutively use instant movement techniques, catching up to him so quickly; he cried out in alarm, seeing the purple 'color' large hand grab down, and finally terror appeared on his face.

But helplessly, he could only open his mouth and spit out a golden 'color' flying knife to slash at the large hand, while hastily forming seals to cast a spell to evade the blow.

However, this large hand transformed from the Purple Luo Ultimate Flame was not something an early Nascent Soul cultivator could easily break; even Han Li's self-created Ultimate Cold Flame would make late-stage great cultivators and tenth-level demon cultivators feel a degree of apprehension.

He saw the golden 'color' flying knife slash the large hand—merely a flash of purple light, and the knife's surface instantly condensed a layer of purple cold ice, then lost control and plummeted straight down.

Beneath the Golden Flower Ancestor's expressionless gaze, the fingers of the purple 'color' large hand curled strangely, resembling a giant cattail, and seized the bald man's body, which had just been shot outward, gripping it firmly.

A miserable cry rang out; the purple flames on the large hand suddenly surged several feet higher, and in the blink of an eye, the Golden Flower Ancestor turned into a purple 'color' ice sculpture.

Seeing this, Han Li in midair hesitated not at all, activated his magic decision, and the large hand suddenly clenched its fingers with force!

With a "Crack," the entire ice sculpture shattered inch by inch; ice chips flashed with golden light, and the Golden Flower Ancestor's Nascent Soul tried to seize the moment to escape.

But Han Li had prepared for this; a thought moved, and the large hand transformed into surging purple flames, instantly trapping the Golden Flower Ancestor's Nascent Soul within.

This Nascent Soul only lasted a moment inside, flashing wildly a few times before vanishing into nothingness.

Han Li then shook his sleeve, the purple flames turning into a fire serpent that flew back, flashing once before disappearing into his sleeve without a trace.

He then gave a faint smile, swept his gaze downward, and raised his hand to grasp at the void below.

Immediately, the bald man's storage pouch, floating in midair, was drawn into his hand.

He stuffed the storage pouch into his sleeve, then lifted his head to look in other directions.

He saw that those three and the eighteen snow-white centipedes had long vanished from sight, seemingly having chased off to an extremely distant place.

Han Li was not in a hurry either; after taking back the crying soul beast that had already recovered its "lost" form, he closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and slowly extended his spiritual sense outward, his body hovering motionless in midair.

At this moment, the vicinity became utterly quiet, with only a faint sea breeze and almost no sound at all.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Han Li's mouth corner suddenly twitched into a faint smile, and he reopened his eyes.

Almost simultaneously, a flash of spiritual light appeared in the horizon in a certain direction, and a mass of white "color" cold wind flew back, arriving above Han Li's head in a short while; as the cold wind dispersed, six ferocious snow-white centipedes emerged.

However, at this time each centipede had grown to over ten feet in length, with two of them still bearing faint sword marks on their white "color" shells, as if they had just endured a great battle.

With a low shout, he cast a spell toward the sky; the six centipedes' bodies flashed with white light, rapidly shrinking back to their original size.

Then, after Han Li again produced the spirit beast pouch, these six-winged frost centipedes turned into six streaks of white light and flew "shot" into the pouch's opening.

After waiting a while longer, two additional groups of centipedes similarly came flying "shot" back from two other directions; one group remained unharmed, but in the other group, one centipede had several of its fine legs severed, appearing to have suffered some trauma.

However, these spirit insects are naturally vigorous in vitality and possess the innate talent of regenerating severed limbs; these minor injuries will fully heal after some time.

Han Li collected these centipedes as well, then gazed toward the lake's center; immediately, his body erupted in azure light, transforming into a cyan rainbow that shot "shot" downward.

But after a flash, the startling rainbow vanished into the lake surface without a trace.

This so-called demon lake is not particularly deep; Han Li merely descended over two hundred zhang before he could faintly make out the lakebed.

However, the lake water here is indeed somewhat strange, being excessively green; even after Han Li activated his spiritual eye ability, he could only clearly see a dozen zhang away, beyond which things became blurred; as for spiritual sense, once it entered this lake, it seemed unable to leave the body.

This demon lake is actually a natural place that isolates spiritual sense.

However, Han Li had long since obtained the accurate location given by the bearded man; after flying nearby for a moment, he easily found the target of this journey.

A seemingly ordinary pile of reef stones on the lakebed!

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