Chapter 1267: Strange Land

Han Li lay on the ground motionless, feeling the dryness of the ground, while silently calculating the time in his heart. Net

If he remembered correctly, according to the mortal world habit of counting a day as one day and one night, he had been lying here for three months.

The reason he said this was because in the sky he was looking at now, there were actually three dazzling suns and four hazy moon phantoms at the same time.

Han Li knew very well that in the coming night, these suns would all gradually transform into moons, and when the day came again, the moons would one by one become dazzling and scorching, transforming into seven suns.

That is to say, there would always be seven luminous celestial bodies in the sky here, only that during the day, these things were scorching and difficult to bear, and at night, they became cold and dim.

And if his feeling was correct, the day and night here were unusually long, probably more than three times that of the mortal world. The temperature difference between day and night was even more astonishingly extreme. If it weren't for his truly special physique, he would have died long ago.

This was naturally not the mortal world, but was it the Spirit World? Han Li felt a bit suspicious and dared not be certain.

For one thing, the spiritual energy here was not very dense, seemingly no different from the ordinary spiritual veins of the Spirit World. For another, the way he appeared here was a bit special, caused entirely by an accident. He didn't know if he had really reached the Spirit World.

Thinking back to what happened at the spatial node that day, Han Li's expression was not very good, and he felt lingering fear in his heart.

However, having said that, if he hadn't encountered this accident in the last leg of the spatial node, whether he could have really passed through the wave after wave of spatial storms that appeared at the end, Han Li himself had no certainty at all. After all, his protective treasures had been destroyed by eight or nine out of ten, and even spirit treasures like the Eight Spirit Ruler had been buried in it. Even if the Spirit Transformation Talisman hadn't taken effect, he would likely have been reduced to ashes in the spatial storm long ago.

However, his current situation was not much better.

He had just escaped the spatial node and appeared here. Because he was forced to separate from the Ice Phoenix, the restriction they had placed on each other was acting up fatally at this moment. If he hadn't known enough secret techniques and hurriedly used another secret technique to forcibly suppress this restriction, he would likely have died from magic power backlash on the spot.

But even so, the remaining power of the restriction was still fatally rampaging in his body, constantly destroying the meridians everywhere. If it weren't for the Wood-Life Bead exerting the divine ability of the undying body, constantly repairing his body, his physical body would have long since collapsed and been destroyed beyond repair.

Now in Han Li's body, one force was constantly destroying, and one force was constantly repairing. The process was naturally extremely painful. Not only was he unable to mobilize any magic power, but his body was also unable to move at all. And the destructive force was even a point faster than the restorative force.

In this way, if time dragged on, his physical body would still collapse.

In his anxiety, Han Li had no choice but to adopt the method of virtualizing the Nascent Soul, enduring the pain to drive all treasures out of his body and into the storage pouch, then self-dissipating the Nascent Soul, forcibly injecting the vast essence transformed by the Nascent Soul into all parts of his body to strengthen the process of repairing his body.

But the price for doing so was that he would have no magic power at all for over a hundred years, and would be unable to absorb any spiritual energy or use any spiritual sense.

At this moment, even a cultivator higher than Han Li, using spiritual sense to roughly scan his body, would only treat him as a mortal, easily unable to find anything wrong.

This method of seeking survival from a desperate situation was indeed highly effective.

After three months, the remaining power of the restriction finally disappeared, and his meridians had also largely recovered.

According to his estimation, as long as another month passed, he might be able to recover his mobility.

Silently pondering in his heart, he moved his head slightly with difficulty, and all he saw was an endless stretch of blue-gray gravel, without a single blade of grass.

He was actually in a desolate place like a desert, with most of his body covered by this strange sand, just lying quietly in the sand without moving.

The suns above his head gradually changed from three to two, and finally to one. The sky began to dim, and it finally looked like dusk was approaching.

At this moment, Han Li did not close his eyes, but instead opened them wide, with blue light faintly flashing in his pupils, staring at the high sky without blinking.

Not long after, several shrill cries came from the nearby air, and then black dots appeared one after another in the sky, numbering more than twenty, and after circling for a while, they plummeted downward.

Although Han Li did not inject magic power into his eyes, he could still see those black dots clearly with his astonishing vision by narrowing his eyes.

They were actually black strange birds with eagle heads and bat bodies, each four or five feet large, with a pair of glowing sharp claws on their abdomens, and their black flesh wings spread out, looking exceptionally ferocious.

The strange birds were extremely fast, reaching the low altitude of only thirty-odd feet from the ground in the blink of an eye, and their target was Han Li, who was lying on the ground as if he were a dead person.

Cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes. Without moving his limbs, he tilted his head and sucked fiercely toward the side while his chest collapsed.

A small group of blue-gray gravel strangely condensed into a ball and flew toward Han Li.

Just as it was about to fly into his mouth, Han Li spat out, and a gentle wind blew out, causing the gravel to spin non-stop by his mouth as if it were weightless, but it didn't fall immediately.

At this moment, Han Li scanned the air and saw that the strange birds had already pounced to within ten-odd feet of him, and the first few had already opened their mouths full of sharp small teeth, with a fishy wind that made one want to vomit blowing in his face.

Han Li was expressionless, but his collapsed chest suddenly swelled, and he spat out a white mist of strong wind from his mouth, hitting the group of gravel.

"Swish swish" sounds of breaking air rose, and the gravel turned into dense blue light, shooting out from below, hitting the first few strange birds like a sky full of flowers, making "puff puff" muffled sounds.

These few strange birds let out miserable screams like metal friction, immediately startled and scattered in all directions, but they only flew ten-odd feet away before countless blood threads shot out from their bodies, and they fell to the ground one after another, looking heavily injured.

An astonishing scene occurred.

The remaining strange birds, seeing their companions injured, did not attack Han Li again, but changed direction and pounced fiercely on their own kind on the ground. In the blink of an eye, they tore their injured companions to pieces, then each bird picked up a piece of green bloody flesh and flew away contentedly, disappearing without a trace.

In a moment, only Han Li remained alone on this blue-gray sand ground.

Han Li's expression was calm, seemingly long since accustomed to this, just pondering something with his eyes flickering.

After another unknown amount of time, the last sun in the sky gradually dimmed and began to change its form.

Han Li had watched this gorgeous wonder countless times on the ground, but looking at the seven bright crescent moons about to appear in the sky, he still felt a sense of shock in his heart.

Suddenly, Han Li's expression changed, and a look of surprise and uncertainty appeared on his face, but unfortunately, besides tilting his head slightly, he couldn't make any other movements.

After a while, a rumbling sound came from a certain direction, and it was faintly mixed with the noisy sounds of horses' hooves and vehicles, as if a large number of people and horses were passing by nearby.

Han Li frowned, revealing a look of hesitation, not knowing whether he should actively attract the attention of these people.

If he didn't speak up, with his body half-buried in the blue sand, he believed the other party wouldn't easily discover him.

But immediately, Han Li abandoned this trace of hesitation in his heart.

Because a fire-red bird the size of a fist appeared strangely above Han Li's head, thirty or forty feet from the ground, circling non-stop, and emitting pleasant clear cries from its mouth. Although the sound wasn't loud, it was melodious, and could be heard clearly within several miles.

It was clearly passing a message to those vehicle teams.

Han Li let out a long sigh. Given the current situation, even if he intended to repeat the trick of spitting gravel at this bird, he absolutely couldn't do it, so he could only wait quietly.

Sure enough, not long after, the ground vibrated slightly, and it seemed that something was speeding toward him.

Amidst low roars, several knights riding a strange beast arrived near Han Li, and stopped from a long distance away, all staring at Han Li in the sand pile without saying a word, their gazes exceptionally cold.

Han Li tilted his head and scanned these "people".

Indeed, although their clothing and appearance were truly strange, they were indeed humans.

Han Li felt a slight relief in his heart.

These knights were all strong men between twenty and forty years old, with different outfits. Some were fully covered, wearing shiny armor, while others only used a few bone pieces glowing with faint light to cover a few vital parts, which was extremely simple. But no matter who they were, they all held a heavy stick-like weapon, the front half of which was several times thicker and full of sharp spikes, like a mace.

But what attracted Han Li's attention more was that the strange beasts these people were riding were all blue giant wolf-like beasts, but with a pitch-black, shiny straight horn on their heads, and their waists and thick limbs were all covered with thick armor plates, standing two feet tall, making them look exceptionally ferocious.

While Han Li was sizing these people up, the knights on the giant wolves seemed to see that Han Li had no malice, and their originally tight faces relaxed a bit, but they still didn't dare to approach casually.

One of the strong men, about forty years old, with a deep scar on his face, suddenly turned his head and said something to a young man beside him. The short-haired young man immediately fumbled in his bosom, took out a white, disk-like object, and then drove the giant beast under him to walk toward Han Li.

The young man stopped a few feet away from Han Li, said a string of words that couldn't be understood at all, and seeing that Han Li had no reaction, frowned and sized Han Li up several times, then raised his hand and shook the disk toward Han Li gently.

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