Chapter 1229

But something that exceeded the monk's expectations happened!

Although those ten fire threads didn't pierce the golden phantom, they suddenly flashed with red light and transformed into thick red fire chains, circling and binding the golden phantom tightly in a flash.

Seeing this, the monk was stunned, then without thinking, he raised his hand and flicked toward the air.

A white sword light shot out from his fingertip and slashed fiercely toward the fire chain.

After a pleasant crisp sound, red light and white light intertwined, and the sword light was actually bounced away, only leaving a small gap the size of a bean on the thick fire chain, completely unable to cut it open.

This time, the silver-robed monk's face sank.

Seeing the three-colored fire bird and the purple fire wave rolling over one after another, in his anxiety, he didn't care about the phantom above his head, hurriedly threw the silver bottle in his hand into the air.

After the silver bottle circled, the bottle mouth aimed directly at the pouncing fire bird. As silver light shone brightly, bursts of Buddhist chanting sounds came from the bottle, and then seven-colored Buddhist light sprayed out from the bottle mouth, rolling directly toward the three-colored fire bird.

The fire bird spat out three-colored flames, spread its wings, and also wanted to break through these Buddhist lights to fly to the top of the silver-robed monk's head in one breath.

Then, as soon as the two made contact, the Buddhist light suddenly flowed and shone brightly. As the seven-colored spiritual light kept turning, it actually wrapped the fire bird inside, rolled it back, and took it into the bottle. The whole process was as easy as a breeze, and it seemed this bottle was the nemesis of the three-colored fire bird!

Seeing this, the silver-robed monk's expression finally relaxed, but immediately he pointed at the silver bottle in the air again.

This treasure trembled, and sprayed out a large wave of Buddhist light again. This time the target was the purple fire wave rolling over behind the fire bird.

It seemed he intended to use this treasure to collect the Purple Luo Extreme Fire into the bottle as well.

But just at this moment, a light word "Explode" came from the opposite side. The silver bottle originally floating in front of him suddenly shook violently, the surface of the bottle became uneven, and at the same time, muffled thunder-like roars came from within the bottle, and the sound became louder and louder.

"Not good!"

The silver-robed monk was first shocked and scanned the silver bottle with his spiritual sense, then discovered some shocking matter, and actually lost his voice. Immediately, this high monk of the Thunder Sound Sect had the white lotus under his feet shake again, and he disappeared on the lotus.

He left behind the white lotus that was still turning slowly in the void, and the golden phantom that was imprisoned above.

And just at the moment the monk escaped like a cicada shedding its skin, the silver bottle exploded completely amidst the flashing spiritual light.

A three-colored halo appeared in the void where the silver bottle had disappeared!

As the three-colored runes flowed, the size of the halo expanded several times, actually drowning the white lotus and the golden phantom in the sky.

The golden phantom was trapped in the air by the fire chains and couldn't move or dodge at all. Therefore, although the phantom supported itself for a while in the three-colored flames, it still "poofed" and collapsed and dissolved, turning into nothingness. As for the white lotus, it was even worse; as soon as it was covered by the three-colored flames, it immediately vaporized.

In another place over thirty zhang away, white light flashed, and the silver-robed monk's figure appeared. But at the moment the golden phantom was destroyed, his face turned pale several times, and he opened his mouth, actually spitting out a small mouthful of essence blood. At the same time, his faint golden skin dimmed a lot, looking like he had lost quite a bit of vitality.

That golden phantom was actually connected to his mind and essence blood, just like a life-bound magic treasure!

Han Li's expression didn't change, but he urged his sword technique, and the purple fire wave rolling over behind changed direction, transforming into a purple fire python over ten zhang long, holding a white bead in its mouth and pouncing toward the fleeing silver-robed monk.

Before it even pounced in front of the monk, cold wind rose nearby, and the temperature dropped to the extreme, giving people a strange feeling that the space in all directions was about to freeze.

White light flashed under the silver-robed monk's feet, and he strangely transformed into another white lotus exactly the same as the previous one. His feet didn't move, but after flashing a few times on the lotus, he retreated over ten zhang, and at the same time, a bitter laugh came from his mouth:

"Stop! No need to spar anymore. Fellow Daoist Han truly has vast divine abilities, this old monk admits defeat!"

The silver-robed monk actually took the initiative to admit defeat after just one formal exchange with Han Li, and at the same time, his eyes stared at the place where the silver bottle was destroyed, his face full of regret.

That silver bottle was a top-tier Buddhist treasure he had managed to get his hands on with great difficulty, and it was actually destroyed in a spar, which made him feel extremely depressed. How could he dare to continue fighting?

Moreover, although both sides hadn't used their full strength, Han Li's divine abilities were clearly above his, and he had lost vitality, so he naturally didn't want to fight anymore.

Upon hearing this, Han Li's eyes flickered, and he smiled and beckoned to the distance.

The purple fire python immediately froze, then rolled and transformed into clusters of purple flames and disappeared, leaving only the white round bead floating in the air. Then, under Han Li's spiritual sense, this treasure and the fire chains that had returned to their original form of fire threads shot back.

These two treasures flashed a few times and disappeared into Han Li's body without a trace.

Han Li clasped his fists toward the monk opposite, said "I concede" peacefully, and then landed slowly.

At the palace gate, what greeted Han Li was naturally eyes full of awe.

Although both were great cultivators, Han Li had so easily injured the monk Yuan Zhi as soon as he made a serious move, which was clearly beyond the expectations of everyone below, including Can Ku.

Even the monk Yan Zhu, who looked like a teenager, couldn't help but reveal a trace of unnaturalness after meeting Han Li's gaze, no longer having his previous composure.

"The fight between you two Fellow Daoists truly opened my eyes. I really hope that I, Can, can also have a day to advance to this realm! Since Fellow Daoist Han has won, this Pavilion Master naturally won't break his word. I will call someone to fetch the mustard-seed space refining secret technique right now." Although the silver-robed monk was no match for Han Li, this Heaven Mystery Pavilion Pavilion Master was all smiles, without any sign of frustration, and instead took the initiative to mention this matter before Han Li could even speak.

"Then I will trouble Pavilion Master Can." Han Li replied with a faint smile.

Can Ku kept saying "It should be," and immediately took a token from his body, handed it to a Core Formation cultivator beside him, and gave careful instructions.

That person immediately held the token with both hands, hurriedly left, and shot toward the ground below.

Apart from this Heaven Mystery Hall in mid-air, there were naturally numerous pavilions and buildings on the ground, each exquisite and magnificent, with people appearing and disappearing. But these people seemed to have been instructed long ago; even with the great cultivator battle between Han Li and the silver-robed monk just now, no one below dared to show their face.

The person who flew away with the token disappeared into a pavilion below in the blink of an eye.

Han Li then withdrew his gaze, and just at this moment, the silver-robed monk also landed from the sky after adjusting his breath slightly. He took out a white medicine bottle from his sleeve, poured out a fiery red pill, and swallowed it.

"Great Master Yuan Zhi, are you alright?" Han Li naturally asked with concern.

"Nothing, just take the medicine and rest for a few months. On the contrary, Fellow Daoist Han, that feather fan in your hand is no ordinary treasure. This Arhat Golden Body of mine is confident that even if a top-tier magic treasure hits it, it won't have any major problems. But it couldn't block a light strike from this fan. It seems that even if it's not a true Spirit Treasure, it should be a replica of some Spirit Treasure. With this fan in hand, I'm afraid very few people in the mortal world would dare to take a strike from you, Fellow Daoist." After the silver-robed monk saw Han Li look over, this great cultivator of the Thunder Sound Sect didn't mind at all and smiled at Han Li, seemingly not caring about being injured by Han Li, and instead asked naturally.

"Great Master truly has good eyes. This treasure of mine is indeed a replica of a Spirit Treasure." Han Li chuckled and replied indifferently.

Upon hearing this, the silver-robed monk's originally cold face revealed a trace of a smile, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but Can Ku beside him took the words first.

"Two Fellow Daoists, why don't we talk in detail in the hall? Besides, I just happened to obtain a bottle of ancient spiritual wine 'Jin Long Yin'. It is said that ordinary cultivators only need to drink one sip to be worth a month of bitter cultivation, but most importantly, the taste of this wine is absolutely delicious and hard to describe. Why don't you Fellow Daoists taste it together?" The plump old man rubbed his hands and said with a grin.

At this moment, Can Ku looked like a hospitable old farmer, without any appearance of a Pavilion Master.

"'Jin Long Yin'? This poor monk has heard of this spiritual wine. It is said to be brewed from several exotic fruits that are already extinct in the mortal world. It is said that this wine is mellow and fragrant, far beyond the spiritual wines of today. Hehe, don't be surprised, Fellow Daoist. Although this old monk belongs to the Buddhist Sect, I still have a hard time giving up this cup. Back then, Fellow Daoist Can Ku used dozens of jars of ancient spiritual wine to lure this old monk into being a guest elder. However, Fellow Daoist Han, don't mistake this old monk for a wine-and-meat monk because of this. I still observe the other precepts!" Yuan Zhi was overjoyed upon hearing this, and then, after seeing Han Li's surprised gaze, he actually joked, his tone showing great friendliness!

Han Li's heart stirred upon hearing this, but he smiled without speaking.

The group walked into the hall again...

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"Two fellow Daoists, why don't we discuss this in more detail inside the hall? Besides, I have just happened to obtain a bottle of ancient spirit wine called 'Jin Long Yin'. It is said that for an ordinary cultivator, taking a single sip is enough to equal a month of bitter cultivation. But most importantly, the taste of this wine is absolutely indescribably wonderful. Why don't you fellow Daoists join me in tasting it?" The fat old man rubbed his hands together and said this with a grin.

At this moment, Can Ku seemed just like a hospitable old farmer; there was no trace of the appearance of a Pavilion Master left.

"'Jin Long Yin'? This poor monk has indeed heard of this spirit wine. It is said to be brewed from several types of rare fruits that are already extinct in the mortal world. It is said that this wine is incomparably mellow and far superior to the spirit wine of today. Hehe, fellow Daoist, do not be surprised. Although this old monk belongs to the Buddhist sect, I still find it hard to give up this cup of wine. Back then, fellow Daoist Can Ku used dozens of jars of ancient spirit wine to lure this old monk into becoming a guest elder. However, fellow Daoist Han, please do not mistake this old monk for a wine-and-meat monk because of this. As for the other precepts, this poor monk still observes them." Yuan Zhi was delighted upon hearing this, but then, seeing the somewhat stunned look in Han Li's eyes as he looked over, he actually said this half-jokingly, his tone filled with great friendliness!

Han Li felt a stir in his heart upon hearing this, but he just smiled without saying a word.

The group walked into the great hall once again...

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