Chapter 1210

"Double the price. Fellow Daoist Wan, you are truly generous!" Han Li laughed, his face shifting to a half-smiling expression.

"Why, does Fellow Daoist feel it is not enough?" Wan Wan Tianming asked with an expressionless face.

"Enough, of course it is enough. It is a pity that Han Mou promised to take action this time many years ago. And I do not have the habit of going back on my word. However, if Fellow Daoist Wan can retreat safely, next time, Han Mou would not be unable to consider your condition." Han Li replied lazily, his tone clearly mocking.

At this, the cultivators from both the Anti-Star Alliance and the Star Palace were stunned into silence.

The smile on Wan Wan Tianming's face finally vanished, revealing a gloomy expression.

"Since Brother Han has already made up his mind, I have no choice but to exchange pointers with you. But if you and I fight, it will implicate the juniors nearby. How about we find another place far away to fight?" Wan Wan Tianming's voice turned cold.

"Good, that is exactly what I intended." Upon hearing this, Han Li agreed immediately, without the slightest hint of hesitation.

This actually left Wan Wan Tianming somewhat stunned, but after his gloomy gaze flickered a few times, he immediately pinched a spell with both hands and transformed into a purple rainbow, flying away in the direction far from Heaven Star City.

Han Li looked back at Ling Ling Yuling and the others, nodded with a smile, and also transformed into a green rainbow to chase closely behind.

In the blink of an eye, these two late-stage Great Cultivators broke through the air one after the other, disappearing at the end of the horizon shortly after.

Seeing this situation, Ling Ling Yuling and the old man surnamed Zhao looked at each other, both seeing a trace of worry on the other's face.

This Wan Wan Tianming seemed to have known of Han Li's existence long ago, and now he had taken the initiative to challenge him and flee; could there be some trickery involved? But Han Li had followed without the slightest hesitation, which made the two of them feel uneasy, yet they could not say anything to dissuade him, lest it affect their side's morale.

"Hehe, since Fellow Daoist Wan has already left, we don't need to be idle either. Let me, Lan, properly weigh the divine abilities of you juniors. Tsk tsk! I haven't killed a Nascent Soul-stage cultivator in hundreds of years." The disheveled-haired man among the Lan Clan Twin Devils stretched out a tongue as red as blood, licked his lips, and suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Then he pinched a spell with both hands, opened his mouth, and spat out a hazy white bone ring. At the same time, a large cloud of blood mist emerged from the man's body, and in the blink of an eye, it permeated dozens of zhang around, forming a sea of blood. Inside, the sounds of ghosts crying and monsters howling rose sharply, sweeping toward the Star Palace cultivator formation opposite them.

The petite woman right next to the man also let out a giggle that made people's bones go soft. With a shake of her sleeves, streams of pink mist flew out, the fragrance hitting the nose, making anyone who smelled it unable to steady their mind or control themselves.

After the old man surnamed Long and the old woman looked at each other, one spat out a golden round bead, and the other released thirteen emerald green flying knives in one breath, attacking as a sheet of light.

Seeing this, the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Anti-Star Alliance, including Ling Ling Yuling, naturally did not dare to be slow. They likewise displayed their own divine abilities, releasing various colored light rays to meet them.

The Star Palace side had several more early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, while the Anti-Star Alliance had the two formidable, baleful Nascent Soul mid-stage stars, the Lan Clan Twin Devils. After a series of rumbling collisions, the various colored spiritual lights and demonic energies transformed by the divine abilities of both sides instantly intertwined, becoming deadlocked there.

And those mid-to-low-tier Core Formation and Foundation Establishment cultivators on both sides, seeing this, shouted in unison, one after another sacrificing their respective magic tools and magic treasures, and also driving their escape lights to charge over. A chaotic battle officially began.

It was just that these cultivators naturally stayed far away from the battleground of the Nascent Soul-stage cultivators at the center, scattering far and wide.

For a time, within a radius of dozens of miles, the sounds of explosions, shouting, and the clashing of various magic tools resounded through the nine heavens, and it was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand.

It seemed that if both sides were to truly determine a victor, it would certainly not be a matter of a short moment.

At the same time, the escape lights transformed by Han Li and Wan Wan Tianming, after escaping for nearly a thousand miles in one breath, finally stopped on a stretch of sea.

As soon as Han Li revealed his figure from the green light, he stood with his arms crossed, looking at the opposite side, his face devoid of any expression.

With his current powerful spiritual sense, whether there were other cultivators hiding in ambush nearby was naturally clear at a glance. Otherwise, how could he have truly been led by the nose by the other party?

After sweeping his spiritual sense here, there was indeed no one within a hundred miles, nor were there any restrictive formations. Looking at Wan Wan Tianming opposite him, his expression was unusually calm.

As Han Li's thoughts turned, he actually found it somewhat amusing!

This seemed somewhat interesting; this Sect Master Wan actually seemed just like him, appearing full of confidence in this battle.

"That's about enough, this place is quite quiet. Using it as your burial ground, Fellow Daoist, is not an insult to your status as a Great Cultivator." Wan Wan Tianming looked around, and when he looked back at Han Li, his whole person suddenly became as cold as an iceberg.

"My burial ground?" Han Li chuckled upon hearing this, not showing any anger.

"Why, does Fellow Daoist Han feel that I am boasting too much?" Wan Wan Tianming asked with a huff.

"No. I just feel that perhaps Brother Wan's recent cultivation has gone awry; could it be that your magic power advanced too quickly and damaged your brain?" Han Li smiled noncommittally and said leisurely.

"Whether it is boasting, you will naturally know after your soul flies away and scatters. But before that, I would like to introduce two others for you to meet, Fellow Daoist." Wan Wan Tianming said grimly.

"Introduce people? Do you take me for a three-year-old child? If there is a third person here besides you and me, I will tear my own head off and give it to you directly." Han Li sneered and replied bluntly.

Wan Wan Tianming's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, but he then said indifferently:

"Is that so? That was a slip of the tongue on my part. These two, as of now, indeed cannot be considered human."

After saying this, without waiting for Han Li to understand the meaning, he unfastened a pitch-black leather bag from his waist, tossed it into mid-air, and then pinched a spell with both hands while chanting something.

Instantly, as the bag's mouth turned downward, a cloud of pitch-black mist sprayed out from within, and two figures, one tall and one thin, emerged, flickering in the mist like ghosts.

"Refined corpses?" Han Li was experienced and knowledgeable; he immediately recognized the mist before him as an extremely formidable corpse energy, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Wan Wan Tianming sneered upon hearing this and urged the spell in his mouth.

The two figures raised their arms, and the corpse energy nearby seemed to be attracted by a great force, transforming into streams of mist-pythons that surged wildly toward their bodies, disappearing into them without a trace.

In the blink of an eye, the black corpse energy was absorbed, revealing the true appearance of the two grayish-white figures.

Han Li glanced at these two refined corpses, his expression unusually calm.

This was no wonder; he was completely unfamiliar with the appearance of these two refined corpses, so naturally, he would not show any unusual expression.

Among these two refined corpses, the tall one had a grim face and looked to be only in his forties, but a pair of arms were much longer than an ordinary person's, hanging directly to his knees. His two palms were also unusually large, but they looked crystal clear, as if carved from white jade. The other, shorter refined corpse was in the appearance of a woman in her thirties with a thin, long face, deep eyes, and thick brows, but on one shoulder, there were three small swords of different styles nailed into her flesh, looking extremely bizarre.

Seeing that Han Li looked at these two refined corpses as if they were nothing and showed no reaction, a fierce look flashed in Wan Wan Tianming's eyes.

He took a deep breath, changed the spell in his hands, and suddenly strange cracking sounds came from his body. His body then swelled by several inches, and at the same time, he opened his mouth, and a cloud of hazy purple mist sprayed out, instantly submerging his figure and transforming into a cloud several zhang in size.

The cloud then rolled violently, beginning to change into various colors.

Seeing this scene, Han Li rubbed his chin, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. When he lowered his hands, a three-colored light rolled out from the sleeve of one hand, and a green light flashed in the other, revealing the Eight-Spirit Ruler magic treasure.

Han Li's expression remained as usual, but he had already made up his mind: no matter what cultivation technique or secret art the other party used, he would go all out from the start. Once he spotted an opportunity, he would first use the Eight-Spirit Ruler to trap the opponent, then get close and use the Three-Flame Fan for a full-force strike.

Thinking this, Han Li's blue eyes flashed slightly, and a low rumble of thunder came from behind him, followed by a pair of cyan-white feathered wings appearing.

Just as he was about to use the wings to escape to the opponent's vicinity, a scene that gave him a great shock appeared!

In the color-changing cloud opposite him, the cracking sound suddenly stopped, followed by an astonishing demonic energy soaring into the sky. The mist instantly turned grayish-white, simultaneously emitting a grim, icy chill.

Han Li's pupils constricted, and his heart skipped a beat.

Wasn't Wan Wan Tianming the Sect Master of the righteous Ten Thousand Dharma Sect? Why would he cultivate demonic cultivation techniques? And this demonic energy felt somewhat familiar, approximating the true demonic energy of ancient demons, but not entirely. That's right, in his memory, it seemed another person also possessed similar demonic energy. It was just that the time interval seemed too long, and in his haste, he couldn't recall it immediately.

Just as Han Li was in doubt, a burst of arrogant, wild laughter came from the demonic energy, and a figure flickered and bizarrely appeared in front of the demonic energy.

Behind this person, six unusually clear, solid-looking tall shadows appeared, some with horns on their heads, some with fangs in their mouths, all ferocious and terrifying, clad in scales, as if demons had appeared in the world.

"Six Extremes True Demonic Art!"

Such a bizarre situation left Han Li with no need to think, and he blurted it out.

"Oh, you actually recognize this Venerable's demonic art. That doesn't count as being truly muddled!" The person's laughter stopped, and he looked down at Han Li coldly with a posture of looking down from above, a trace of mockery appearing on his face.

This person was clearly wearing Wan Wan Tianming's attire, but his face and figure were completely different.

At this moment, looking at this person's true face, Han Li's face was filled with astonishment.

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