Chapter 1202: Battle of the Star Palace (II)

Senior, you don't know, Alliance Leader Wan, his old self, refined one hundred and eight wind-fire copper pillars, and then somehow invited several formation masters from somewhere, and set up a Wind-Fire Heaven-Sealing Formation around the giant island where Tianxing City is located, using the boundless wind-fire power to attack the Star Palace. WWW. feiazw. COM As long as the Ben Alliance cultivators concentrate their strength, as long as they hold these one hundred and eight wind-fire pillars, it is enough to trap Tianxing City.

Although the big man knew that speaking of this would surely bring no good fruit upon returning to the alliance, but under Han Li's cold stare, his heart turned cold, and he actually blurted it all out under some ghostly impulse.

Naturally, as soon as these words came out, the big man immediately regretted it, but then he thought, this news probably isn't that secret—any Nascent Soul cultivator in the alliance now knows this, so he felt somewhat relieved.

"Wind-Fire Heaven-Sealing Formation!" Han Li's face showed a trace of being moved.

Although he had never studied this ancient formation, many formation texts mention this great formation. It is said to be a famous forbidden great formation from ancient times; besides being able to draw on the wind-fire power of heaven and earth, this formation's super massive scale is also renowned. If someone understands how to set up this formation, they could truly trap Tianxing City.

After all, with Wan Tianming personally guarding it, as long as the formation eye isn't broken, even if Star Palace cultivators occasionally sally out a few times and destroy some wind-fire pillars, the Nixing Alliance can easily repair them, unable to truly break the formation.

Han Li pondered thus, his face showing a thoughtful expression. The nearby Nixing Alliance cultivators also similarly had expressions shifting between overcast and clear.

At this moment, even the dullest person could hear that Han Li had come to support the Star Palace; their situation could be greatly unfavorable.

And the three Bai Shui Sword Sect cultivators originally trapped in the blue silk net rejoiced; that old man at this moment hurriedly rushed to Han Li and loudly called out:

"Senior, we juniors came to support the Star Palace. These few people are all law-enforcement hall cultivators of the Nixing Alliance, each having killed who knows how many Star Palace-affiliated cultivators, all deserving death, senior, please do not let these scoundrels go!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the Nixing Alliance cultivators turned completely white.

Originally, the two cultivators standing farthest apart exchanged a glance, then suddenly flipped their palms, each producing a yellow small flag. Without thinking, they threw the flags into the air, instantly turning into two yellow clouds that swooped down, instantly enveloping the two.

In a flash, the two yellow clouds vanished from sight in place.

But the next moment, over twenty zhang away, the yellow clouds reappeared, but after a flicker, vanished again into thin air.

"Instant movement!" Han Li's pupils contracted, revealing a trace of surprise.

But then he coldly snorted, suddenly raised his hand, and grabbed at the blue silk net binding the three Bai Shui Sword Sect cultivators.

The two Nixing Alliance cultivators manipulating this treasure only felt their minds "hum" with a tremendous roar, followed by dizziness and blurred vision.

The Qiankun Net slipped from their control, once again turning into a mass of azure mist that flew off from the old man and the three, after a circling, landed in Han Li's hand.

Han Li also ignored the old man and three's joyful thanks; behind him, cyan-white light flashed, a pair of strange wings appeared, he flapped his wings, and in place, he vanished with the wind—clearly going after the two who had used instant movement.

This caused the remaining Nixing Alliance cultivators to be both startled and delighted; after exchanging a glance, they suddenly scattered, fleeing in various colored escape lights.

Since Han Li is such a terrifying enemy, they dare not pin their hopes on his great mercy.

Seeing this, the old man and three naturally wouldn't just watch these people escape; after a shout, they immediately split up and pursued.

In the distance, "boom—boom" two muffled sounds came consecutively; in the void, white light flashed, two yellow clouds flew backward into view, as if struck by some great force and flung out of the void.

Then a gentle breeze blew, Han Li's figure appeared with the wind, coldly gazing not far off at the yellow clouds, the corner of his mouth showing a hint of mockery.

And between his eyebrows, there suddenly appeared a jet-black vertical eye, which silently closed, black light flashing, then strangely vanished.

In the yellow clouds, the two Nixing Alliance cultivators had bloodstains all over their clothes, faces deathly pale, appearing as if suffering heavy injuries.

At this moment, the two felt both startled and afraid.

After all, since they obtained these two yellow sand Sumeru banners, relying on them they had escaped several times from Nascent Soul cultivators' hands, having full confidence in the instant movement divine power of these two ancient treasures; otherwise, they wouldn't have dared to flee actively after seeing Han Li's previous terrifying divine powers.

But now Han Li merely punched twice in the void from afar, completely shattering their confidence, only then realizing the youth before them was far more terrifying than they had imagined.

Nevertheless, even so, the two would not truly surrender.

Immediately, the two gritted their teeth, shouted loudly, and sprayed a mass of essence blood into the yellow clouds.

Instantly, the thin misty cloud churned, turning blood-red in color, then the two began chanting, preparing to unleash their final desperate measure.

Han Li's eyes flashed with cold light, suddenly opened his mouth, two piercing golden beams shot out, after a flicker strangely arrived before the blood clouds, instantly pierced through, and vanished.

The cries of agony from the two blood clouds sounded together, the two directly fell from the clouds.

At this moment, Han Li's face remained expressionless as he lightly pointed at them.

Two golden small swords flashed from nearby void, merely circling them lightly, then a mass of golden light burst forth, instantly submerging the two figures within, and a great shower of blood rain fell down.

Han Li actually gave them no chance to cast their secret techniques, and swiftly crushed them with thunderous speed.

Then he beckoned to the two blood clouds.

The blood light on the clouds rapidly faded, returning to yellow clouds flying back.

He cast two azure magic seals, which sank into the clouds and vanished.

When the yellow clouds "whooshed" to his front, they instantly reverted to two yellow banners, which he swept into his sleeve with a flick of his long sleeve.

These two ancient treasures, if used for escape, are absolutely top-tier existences. Even if somewhat redundant for him, sending them back to his sect's disciples would be rare life-saving items.

After Han Li similarly retrieved the two flying swords, he then leisurely swept his gaze over the escape directions of the other few cultivators.

Only seeing that in this brief time, these people had mostly fled beyond a hundred zhang, and even the fastest had already become a black dot on the horizon.

Han Li lightly sighed, grabbed his spirit beast bag, and threw it into the air.

A buzzing sound rose, a golden worm cloud swarmed out, and under Han Li's divine will, it split into five small golden clouds, chasing after like wind and lightning.

Meanwhile, Han Li himself flipped his palm, two yellow small banners appeared in his hand, and he idly played with them.

The worm cloud and those cultivators, one after another, vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Of course, not long after, the distant sky again flashed with golden light; the worm cloud flew back from all directions, and the three Bai Shui Sword Sect cultivators' faces turned deathly pale as they followed back, but their gaze toward the worm cloud was like looking at demons.

It seems these three personally witnessed the scene of the gold-devouring worms devouring people alive, and were greatly stimulated.

"Many thanks for senior's life-saving grace; this time, if not for senior's intervention, we juniors would surely not escape calamity." The leading old man, after Han Li collected the worm swarm into his spirit beast bag, immediately stepped forward and respectfully said.

"I saved you only incidentally, no need for special thanks. Now Tianxing City has been completely surrounded. With your three cultivations, even if you passed through, you could not enter the island; better to return early. I have no interest in breaking the Wind-Fire Heaven-Sealing Formation while also bringing along a few burdens." Han Li also spoke bluntly, glanced at the three, and said lightly.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, these three gave a wry smile, knowing he spoke the truth, dared not say more, after a few more thanks, they truly turned back toward their original path.

While Han Li narrowed his eyes watching the three's escape lights gradually recede, he then turned and shot toward the Tianxing City direction.

For Han Li, a journey of tens of thousands of li naturally requires no much time.

But along the way, paying attention, he again found several waves of Nixing Alliance cultivators hiding in concealed reefs or beneath the sea surface.

Although these people were far from having seven or eight Nascent Soul cultivators like the first wave, their leaders also had two or three high-level cultivators. Obviously, these people were stationed here to prevent any fish that might slip through this direction from escaping, so they could be eliminated later.

For these cultivators, Han Li also couldn't be bothered; under the escape light disc's influence, he turned into a pale cyan shadow, silently passing over their heads.

These Nixing Alliance cultivators noticed nothing at all; a death god capable of easily slaying them with a backhand had just brushed past them.

When Han Li flew to a point only over a hundred li from Tianxing City, he finally saw faint red light flickering on the sea surface in the distance; flying closer, he discovered that the originally expected giant island was now completely enveloped by a layer of light resembling gauze, in cyan-red, covering it.

Moreover, faintly from the direction of the giant island, he heard a rumbling sound like muffled thunder.

Han Li raised his eyebrows, and suddenly his hands flew to form hand seals; the escape light that had originally been faint and nearly invisible completely vanished at once.

However, at the same time, Han Li's escape speed suddenly slowed by more than half, yet he still leisurely approached the giant island.

After flying another few dozen li, the situation near Feng Tianxing City finally became clearly visible to Han Li.

Directly ahead of him, on the distant sea surface, a vast expanse of dense black dots had appeared at some unknown time; upon careful scrutiny, he discovered they were actually numerous spirit vessels of various designs.

These vessels varied greatly in design—some were as tall as pavilions, carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, while others were merely as long as two zhang, simple flat boats; their construction materials were diverse and extraordinary, ranging from pale green spirit wood to flawless white jade, and even entirely black, glossy "iron vessels" appeared...

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