Chapter 1183

Han Li's heart turned cold!

Because the scarlet eyes were full of violent intent, feeling that they were not the eyes a normal person should have, but like a beast full of slaughterous madness.

Han Li's thoughts raced, still wondering whether the other party was his target for this trip, when the black shadow's roar stopped, its figure flickered, and it suddenly vanished into the demonic aura below.

Han Li's expression shifted slightly, but he remained calm, flicked his sleeve, and a silver shield appeared, which then transformed into a silver light curtain enveloping his figure.

Just as he finished setting up his defense, the demonic aura behind him surged, and a demonic arm covered in thick black hair shot out like lightning, grabbing the light curtain.

With a boom, the demonic claw plunged half a foot or more into the silver curtain.

Han Li only felt the light curtain tremble violently, and simultaneously a tremendous force was transmitted directly.

His expression changed slightly, he took a step forward, moving two small steps, and only then did he resolve this tremendous impact.

But at the same time, he flicked his wrist, and a golden sword several feet long appeared strangely, he gripped it, and without looking back, he slashed backward swiftly.

A flash of golden light, and the furry arm was severed in one strike.

The black shadow let out a great roar, staggered backward several steps before regaining its footing. But its pair of blood-red eyes glared viciously at Han Li, full of ferocity.

"Indeed it's you. However, it seems the possession wasn't successful, resulting in half-demonic transformation, even losing consciousness." Han Li then turned around, carefully observed the black shadow a few times, and suddenly let out a light sigh.

At this moment, the black shadow was only about ten or so zhang away from him, naturally allowing him to see the other party clearly.

The other party still looked roughly like the Heavenly Slaughter Demon Corpse, but at the same time, its black robe had mostly been torn away, revealing long corpse hair, and some vital parts had grown black armor plates the size of fists, flashing with icy light. Meanwhile, the originally skull-like face was covered with a layer of faint black aura, and faintly visible, the features were twisted abnormally, extremely ferocious.

The demon corpse's arm was severed by him, but not a drop of blood flowed from the wound, as if there was no blood inside its body.

It let out a low growl from its mouth, but merely stared at Han Li's golden sword, without lunging again.

Obviously, Han Li's previous slash made it wary, so although it hated to tear Han Li to pieces, out of instinct it did not attack again. And although it clearly had a storage pouch hanging at its waist, it fought bare-handed, not taking out any treasure to resist, showing no trace of intelligence.

Originally, the demonic aura in this ten-thousand-zhang demon abyss might not be as strong as that suppressed on Mount Kunwu, but the degree of demonic transformation far exceeded the Second Nascent Soul's expectation. Moreover, the Second Nascent Soul, considering Han Li might come looking, during the final stage of demonic aura infusion, actually became anxious and accelerated the infusion by a few points.

Although the Second Nascent Soul had the Great Expansion Art within it, because it was busy cultivating the Profound Yin** for some reason, it had only trained to the second layer. Its spiritual sense was indeed somewhat stronger than that of fellow cultivators of the same level, but using it to resist demonic aura for a long time was somewhat strained.

As a result, although the demon corpse's body endured the demonic transformation process, the Nascent Soul failed to resist the demonic aura invasion when the infusion was nearly complete, and thus lost its consciousness.

At this moment, the demon corpse had become entirely a half-demonic creature that only knew killing and relied on instinct to act. It was no stronger than those unenlightened demonic beasts.

After Han Li carefully observed it, he confirmed in his heart that the other party truly had lost its consciousness, and he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he found the matter somewhat amusing.

He regarded the other party as a major threat, and had come here with great solemnity under the starlight, only to face such an unexpected outcome, which truly left him speechless.

However, facing such an opponent, he felt much more relaxed, and capturing the other party should require no effort at all.

Thinking this, Han Li no longer hesitated, raised one hand, and the three-colored feather fan appeared in his palm.

Since the other party had lost its consciousness, he naturally needed no courtesy, and directly used the three-flame fan to forcibly dissipate the other party's demonic body. Without a body, the Second Nascent Soul would naturally only be able to surrender.

But just as the three-flame fan emerged with three-colored spiritual light, the demon corpse opposite suddenly let out a great roar, a demonic wind blew up near its body, and immediately the surrounding pure demonic aura surged toward its severed arm, condensing and constantly transforming.

An unbelievable scene appeared: a black arm identical to the previous one instantly formed, as if it had never been severed by Han Li.

"Indestructible Body!"

Han Li was first startled, but immediately sneered, increasing the spiritual power poured into the feather fan by a fraction.

Although the Indestructible Body divine ability is rare, among the demon beasts he has slain that possessed this talent, there were not just one or two.

As long as he uses greater power to completely destroy it, the other party naturally cannot recover.

After a phoenix cry, a firebird several feet in size flew out from the fan, its body surrounded by three-colored runes, and it swooped straight toward the opposite side. And when the surrounding demonic aura touched the three-colored flames, it instantly vanished, with astonishing momentum.

The opposite demon corpse seemed to sense something amiss; if the Second Nascent Soul's consciousness were still present, upon seeing the three-flame fan's astonishing momentum, it would certainly not hard-block it, and would have long since fled somewhere unknown.

But now, the demon corpse with lost consciousness was aroused into a fury of violence, let out a great roar, and the nearby demonic aura surged, rolling into its body in a frenzy.

Immediately, the demon corpse's body swelled by about a chi, then it opened its mouth, and a jet of ink-black light shot out, directly meeting the three-colored firebird.

With a boom that shook heaven and earth, in the depths of the demon abyss, a three-colored light halo and a black light mass simultaneously exploded, intertwining and entangling, and for a time they were locked in a stalemate.

"Eh" Han Li saw this, let out a soft exclamation, and an expression of surprise appeared on his face.

The power of the three-flame fan is such that even late Nascent Soul cultivators generally dare not hard-block it.

And although this fan only used a small portion of spiritual power, the other party, with mid-Nascent Soul cultivation, managed to hard-block it.

This truly exceeded his expectations.

He stared at the scene not far away, his eyes slightly narrowed.

After the runes on the surface of the three-colored halo flashed wildly, they finally overpowered the black light mass, devouring it bit by bit, and then began rolling toward the demon corpse.

Seeing this, the demon corpse's eyes flashed with ferocity, it again inhaled the nearby demonic aura, opened its mouth, and prepared to spew out another jet of black light.

Han Li saw this, his expression darkened, and after a thunderclap, a pair of blue-white wings appeared behind him.

These were precisely his Wind Thunder Wings, refined a second time.

Only seen, he did not move his hands or feet, the wings behind him flicked once, and he vanished into a gentle breeze.

The next moment, a blue arc of electricity flashed behind the demon corpse, and Han Li silently appeared, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and struck empty space toward the demon corpse's back.

A huge fist of brilliant blue light suddenly appeared behind the demon corpse, and it struck fiercely.

With a bang, the demon corpse, unprepared, was blown away, actually headfirst into the three-colored light halo ahead.

Immediately, a frantic howl of extreme panic came from within, and the demon corpse's body surface began to emit streams of black demonic aura, trying to resist the scorching of the light flames.

But under Han Li's expressionless gaze, the demon corpse wrapped in three-colored light flames first had its black aura quickly dissipated, then with each breath, its body began to melt and disintegrate bit by bit, utterly unable to withstand even the slightest bit.

As the three-colored runes flashed, they completely submerged the demon corpse.

Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light, his three-flame fan spun in his hand, and he prepared to scatter the three-colored flames, then grab the Second Nascent Soul inside.

But just then, the three-colored halo suddenly trembled, a mass of blood light exploded in the middle, actually breaking through the three-colored halo and creating a gap.

Immediately, a black light flashed, a dark light shot out from within, flashed a few times, and then reached an altitude of over thirty zhang.

Han Li startled, hastily focused his gaze, and saw within the dark light a black-green Nascent Soul holding a small black banner, suspended there—wasn't that the Second Nascent Soul, and who else could it be?

This Nascent Soul turned its head, coldly glanced at Han Li once, its eyes actually exceptionally clear, as if its consciousness had fully recovered.

Han Li didn't have time to think further, snorted, flicked his wings behind him, and vanished strangely.

Seeing this, the Second Nascent Soul's expression changed drastically, it suddenly threw the black small banner in its hand downward, then both hands formed a seal, and fiercely pointed at the banner.

The Yin Luo Banner that Han Li had personally repaired back then spun around, black light flashing wildly on its surface, then with a "puchi" sound, it actually self-destructed on its own.

After a tremendous boom, countless strands of black light shot out densely, as if a heavenly net of immense size appeared beneath the second Nascent Soul, instantly covering an area of several li in radius.

The second Nascent Soul let out a long cry from its mouth and immediately shot upward into the void without looking back.

Beneath the black net, a blue arc sprang from the void, and Han Li's figure appeared strangely.

He glanced at the black net above his head, then at the second Nascent Soul which had nearly vanished, and a trace of icy coldness flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly his sleeve twitched, a piercing golden light flashed and struck the black threads, but the black net only trembled slightly and did not break.

Han Li frowned, then pointed at the golden light.

Instantly, with a flash of the golden light, a layer of golden arcs appeared within it, then after a circular motion, the golden light slashed forward once more.

With a "boom," this time the black net was forcibly torn open a large hole.

Without a word, Han Li leapt forward, transforming into a blue rainbow that shot out from the hole, directly pursuing the second Nascent Soul.

Almost simultaneously, at the sea outlet of the Wan Zhang Mo Yuan, dozens of cultivators gathered near the seal, holding formation flags and disks, standing in several rows.

Everyone's faces were solemn, and the formation flags and disks in their hands emitted various colored spiritual lights, as if already activated.

Suddenly, a tremendous roar came from within the white seal, followed by violent trembling, as a several-zhang-long pitch-black giant sword pierced through the seal, and with one sweep, it carved a gap over ten zhang long in the seal.

A mass of black light shot out from the gap.

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