Chapter 1332

The hanging-browed man's Nascent Soul, upon seeing the black fissure appear, flicked the black bell five or six times into the void.

Each time he flicked it, his face turned a shade paler, while the black fissure suddenly widened a bit.

After so many bell rings, the black fissure had opened into a semicircular mouth, inside which black mist swirled and gloomy winds gusted, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"Gah-gah!"

An extremely strange, eerie laugh suddenly came from within.

Han Li's pupils contracted, golden light burst from his body, and simultaneously his magnetic divine light surged up by half, protecting himself thoroughly.

Facing a spirit treasure-level artifact, he likewise dared not underestimate it.

At this moment, a strange scene appeared.

Suddenly, threads of black silk appeared around Han Li, swirling around his body, but with no intention of attacking forward.

Han Li was startled, not yet understanding what spell this was, when suddenly the black silk shifted and condensed into a black-colored light formation, trapping him right where he stood.

"Not good!"

Han Li was startled, gray light flashed on his body, and he swept wildly toward the formation.

But it was obviously too late.

The black formation's light flashed, Han Li felt the world spin, and his entire person, along with the giant cauldron and golden lotus, vanished from the spot.

The next moment, his body staggered, and he suddenly appeared in a dark, murky, strange space, four black pillars looming, ghostly wails rising loudly.

He had actually been directly drawn into that black fissure.

Seeing this, Han Li was first startled, but then the corner of his mouth twitched upward, and he actually laughed instead of being frightened.

At the same time, the hanging-browed man's Nascent Soul hurriedly activated the black bell again.

Instantly, with the bell's ringing, the fissure's opening slowly closed together, finally flashing into a faint black line over ten zhang long, hanging motionless in the air.

Then the Nascent Soul flashed and returned to its physical body.

The hanging-browed man's true form opened his eyes, revealing a gloomy smile.

That black fissure is a space independently opened by the Thousand Soul Bell; although called "Thousand Souls," inside there are not just ten thousand but eight thousand various yin souls, and all these yin souls are the essences of exceptionally vicious demonic beasts taken from their lives, then specially refined through secret methods, their ferocity not falling short of what they were in life.

And among the yin souls in the Thousand Soul Bell, the primary soul was, in life, a mid-Soul Transformation heaven-earth spirit beast; by coincidence, his master refined it into the primary soul of this treasure.

With this primary soul, aided by the other yin souls, its divine abilities can be further doubled; moreover, this space has some special restrictions—any cultivator drawn into it, if not a yin-soul body, will have their magic power greatly limited.

Therefore, even a late Soul Transformation cultivator trapped inside would mostly face more misfortune than fortune.

Outside the light curtain, the golden-armored cultivator gazed at the floating faint black line in the air, his eyes flickering a few times, but took no action.

The hanging-browed man simply sat cross-legged in the void, quietly waiting for the fierce souls in the yin-soul space to devour Han Li inside, thus ending this struggle.

After a full cup of tea's time, the black bell in the air suddenly trembled violently, emitting rings of strange black light, while from within came a buzzing sound, rising and falling, extremely strange.

Although the hanging-browed man could not achieve divine sense linkage with this treasure, seeing this anomaly, he was equally at a loss, not knowing what had happened.

The black bell let out a mournful cry; the huge phantom it had released outside suddenly shattered inch by inch, then turned into strands of black air that entered the bell's body, vanishing in an instant.

"Impossible, the primary soul was actually destroyed." The hanging-browed man finally understood what was going on, and started in alarm.

At this moment, in a certain void above his head, suddenly a black light pierced silently from a point, manifesting a fist-sized hole in midair.

Spiritual light flashed, a blue-colored escape light shot from the hole, and in a flash became a human figure hovering there.

The hanging-browed man is also a mid-Soul Transformation cultivator; he seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head to look.

But just as he spoke, it was already too late—the human figure merely moved, then vanished from the spot, and the next moment, after a series of afterimages, the figure strangely appeared behind the hanging-browed man.

A loud shout rang out, shaking the man's ears with buzzing, followed by a fierce wind, and a golden-colored fist came swinging in.

"Ah"

The hanging-browed man was startled, his body swayed, and actually shattered like glass into seven or eight phantoms, simultaneously shooting off in all directions.

"Hmph! Want to run!"

This human figure was naturally Han Li; he let out a cold snort, and the fist he unleashed, though slightly blurred, likewise transformed into seven or eight identical fist images, "pock-pock" several times, each fist image accurately striking the phantom's back.

They all immediately shattered upon impact!

Only behind the man's true body did a small silver-colored shield appear, just blocking one golden-colored fist.

With a "bang," that silver-colored light shield merely paused the fist for a moment, then instantly shattered.

The golden-colored fist unhesitatingly struck the man's back.

At the instant the fist made contact, the man's body surface suddenly appeared with a layer of green armor.

With a tremendous boom, golden light and green light intertwined, and the fist slammed heavily onto the armor.

Under the tremendous shock of the green light, the fist sank several inches deep, and the hanging-browed man let out a miserable cry, his entire body flying backward.

Han Li, however, felt a jolt in his heart; he clearly sensed that his punch contained immense power, but the green armor slipped like a loach, shedding about half of it, only half striking solidly on the armor.

Otherwise, this single punch could pierce through this armor, directly leaving the hanging-browed man severely injured and unable to rise.

At the moment he was drawn into the yin-soul space by the Thousand Soul Bell, Han Li finally sensed the opponent's killing intent; now, striking out, he naturally held nothing back.

Though this punch did not land fully, though he was slightly surprised in his heart, he immediately shifted his form, appearing ghostlike above the hanging-browed man, one hand grasping the void, and suddenly a golden-colored sword about a chi long appeared in his hand; a shake, and he was about to chop down in one stroke.

But just then, the Wei-surnamed man suddenly shouted hoarsely:

"Don't move, I surrender!"

Han Li heard this, his mouth twitched once, but the sword in his hand ignored it and swung downward, instantly sending a rolling torrent of golden sword energy downward, mercilessly.

With the sharpness of the Celebrating Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, even if the opponent had that Dark Mystic Armor protecting him, he would absolutely be cut in two by one slash.

Nearby space fluctuated, suddenly a sheet of yellow radiance shot forth like lightning, wrapping the hanging-browed man, and in a flash, he vanished without a trace.

The golden sword energy, though not slow, still only managed to slash at empty space.

Han Li's expression moved, his gaze swept around, and he saw that in the void over twenty zhang away, suddenly a cluster of yellow light burst forth, followed by two human figures strangely appearing within the yellow light.

They were precisely the scar-faced golden-armored cultivator and the Wei-surnamed man.

The scar-faced cultivator's face showed no expression, while the Wei-surnamed man's face was ashen, his chest armor stained with blood, glaring at Han Li with resentment.

It seems that under Han Li's strike, even though the Clear Ring Armor had shed most of its force, he still ended up vomiting blood from internal injury. The fist marks on the battle armor behind him were even more clearly visible.

Han Li swept his gaze over the man surnamed Weng, his face showing not the slightest trace of 'color', and instead, after his long sword flashed and disappeared in his hand, he bowed to the golden-armored cultivator.

"Thank you, Senior, for your intervention; otherwise, I would have nearly injured Fellow Daoist Weng just now due to my inability to withdraw in time!" Han Li said solemnly.

Upon hearing Han Li's words, the man surnamed Weng's face flushed with 'color', and he nearly spat another mouthful of blood.

Han Li had not been unable to withdraw in time just now; clearly, he had harbored murderous intent, deliberately intending to slay him with a single sword.

Upon hearing these words, the scar-faced cultivator's face flashed with an abnormal 'color' that vanished instantly, and his eyes 'revealed' an expression that was neither smiling nor not smiling, but he said lightly in midair:

"In a struggle, failing to withdraw in time is originally a normal occurrence; this counts for nothing. In this contest for the spiritual land, Fellow Daoist Weng voluntarily admitted defeat, so the victor is naturally Fellow Daoist Han. This spiritual land shall belong to Fellow Daoist Han. Do you two have any objections!"

Han Li gave a faint smile, naturally unwilling to refute anything,

while the man surnamed Weng wore a face full of unwillingness, but his lips twitched a few times, and in the end he still did not speak.

Seeing that neither of them had anything else to say, the scar-faced cultivator nodded slightly, extended a hand toward Han Li, and instructed:

"Hand over your Azure Nether Pendant!"

Upon hearing this, Han Li did not hesitate, flipped his palm, and the azure 'color' jade pendant flashed into appearance in his hand, then he tossed it over.

The golden-armored cultivator made a grasping motion, and the jade pendant was seized from midair; simultaneously, his other hand, which had long prepared a thumb-sized emerald 'color' crystal stone, struck it against the pendant, whereupon it instantly sank in and vanished without a trace.

"Very well, the spiritual land marker has already been implanted into your Azure Nether Pendant. Unless you voluntarily relinquish this spiritual land in the future, you will otherwise have no qualification to participate in the spiritual land contests held once every hundred years. Now you two may leave this place. The next round will also begin shortly."

The scar-faced cultivator returned the jade pendant to Han Li, then waved his hand, signaling the two to depart immediately. At this moment, the surrounding white 'color' light curtain had, unbeknownst when, already split open an exit.

Han Li also said no more, clasped his fist once, and his person instantly transformed into a streak of azure rainbow, shooting straight out from the exit, flashing a few times, and then vanished without trace.

As for the cultivator surnamed Weng, his face turned gloomy with 'color' and he remained silent, similarly transforming into a yellow 'color' escape light and departing the light curtain. However, after the nearby light condensed and his form reappeared, he gazed gloomily in the direction Han Li had departed, then suddenly stamped his foot and shot off as a mass of yellow light in the opposite direction.

Although this person bore internal injury, his escape speed was not slow either; after the time it takes to eat a meal, Lady had already appeared in the high altitude of an unfamiliar place, and his escape light condensed and suddenly came to a halt.

"How come, your breath is so mixed 'chaos'! Could it be that you failed in the spiritual land contest and still got injured?" A familiar voice coldly transmitted, followed by a flash of emerald light in the nearby void, whereupon that foot-long jade flood dragon flashed into view, glanced at the man twice, and its eyes flashed with cold 'color' as it asked.

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