Chapter 1523

Han Li was not simply standing there idly; he flicked both sleeves, and countless talismans shot out, swirling around him above and below, with silver-colored runes appearing and disappearing faintly.

These talismans looked extraordinarily mysterious, and there were as many as one hundred and eight of them.

Han Li pinched a seal with both hands, rapidly pointing several times toward the distant thunderclouds, and his expression became extremely solemn.

Instantly, these talismans transformed into over a hundred silver flashes, vanishing without a trace before Han Li in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, a flash of silver light appeared above the massive thundercloud, and one hundred and eight silver talismans flickered into view.

They spun around mysteriously, arranging themselves into a strange pattern that perfectly enveloped the thundercloud below.

As Han Li activated his spell, the talismans exploded simultaneously, and a vast, shimmering silver light formation emerged.

Within the light formation, a colossal palace illusion flickered in and out of sight, as if it were not of this world.

The palace glowed with radiant silver light, countless runes swirling and dancing upon it, while heavenly music faintly echoed from its center, refreshing the spirit and delighting the mind.

But if someone listened closely to hear it fully, the heavenly music would suddenly vanish.

Seeing the formation take shape, Han Li rejoiced and hastily activated his spell, causing the massive light formation to slowly descend downward.

At that moment, a tremendous roar suddenly erupted from within the thundercloud.

After several earth-shaking thunderclaps, the azure thundercloud violently churned, and suddenly several thick, water-tank-sized electric arcs burst through the cloud, shooting out forcefully.

This electric arc was so thick that, as it coiled a few times within the cloud, it resembled a dragon baring its fangs and claws in the sky.

In a short while, the vast thundercloud was swept clean by the rumbling sound.

With the thundercloud gone, the electric arc vanished as well.

In the distance, the Nether Thunder Beast reappeared.

At this moment, the beast looked extremely disheveled: not only were its scales dull and lusterless, but the areas not covered by scales were scorched black abnormally; only its single horn on the head shone with brilliant silver light, with a fine thread of electricity still winding uncertainly around it.

The thick silver arc just now was clearly emitted from this horn.

But what startled Han Li even more was that, as soon as the beast appeared, it opened its mouth and spat out a mass of blood light.

Within the blood light, golden glints flickered, and three golden beetles buzzed loudly—indeed, they were his Gold-devouring Insects.

They had actually been forced out of his body by the beast using magic power.

Such divine ability made Han Li's heart turn cold.

When the Gold-devouring Insects were unexpectedly swallowed by the beast, he felt a surge of joy and could not help but arise with a thought of slaying it, but now witnessing this scene, he knew it was mere wishful thinking and immediately cast this notion to the back of his mind.

Han Li glanced over and saw his Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword floating beneath the Nether Thunder Beast's feet, flickering with a faint golden light.

Evidently, the Nether Thunder Beast, preoccupied with dealing with the thundercloud and the Gold-devouring Insects' pincer attack, had no attention to spare for this sword and casually tossed it aside.

After all, this sword posed no threat to it.

Meanwhile, the Nether Thunder Beast fixed its dead stare on Han Li, and the ferocity in its eyes was utterly revealed without doubt.

Having suffered such a great loss, it appeared as if it wished to tear Han Li to pieces immediately.

But Han Li did not wait for the beast to act; with a downward sweep of one hand, the three Gold-devouring Insects shot out from the blood light and flew back, and that golden-colored small sword trembled before vanishing instantly in place.

A flash of golden light, and the small sword emitted a low hum as it appeared beside Han Li, then sank into his sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

Subsequently, the returning Gold-devouring Insects were similarly gathered in.

The Nether Thunder Beast was startled, then immediately flew into a rage, letting out a piercing, long howl, as if it wanted to take action.

But at this moment, a flash of silver light appeared above its head, and the vast light formation descended silently and unnoticed.

With such a massive formation looming overhead, even if the Nether Thunder Beast had not noticed it at first, it was now impossible not to have detected it.

As it raised its head, it saw the formation, and a flash of surprise crossed its eyes, but immediately its sharp horn thundered once, and a thick silver arc lashed out in a single strike.

With a "Boom," the electric arc struck solidly against the underside of the light formation.

But a flash of silver light followed, and the thick electric arc vanished into it, as if swallowed by the formation.

Only then did the beast sense something amiss; electricity flashed across its limbs, and it instantly shot outward, trying to escape this place.

However, for the beast, this was already too late.

As the light formation shifted in the air, it flickered and vanished strangely.

The Nether Thunder Beast had just shot out over ten zhang when suddenly, before its eyes, silver light flared, and within a patch of shimmering white mist, it swept its gaze around—far off, faintly visible were high walls and palaces, pavilions and towers, layered upon layered ridges, appearing in countless numbers.

The beast was first startled, but then its heart became as still as water.

It did not know how many tens of thousands of years it had lived, nor how many times it had been trapped by people using spell formations; for ordinary restrictions, it did not even take them to heart.

It raised its neck and glanced upward into the sky.

In the high heavens, a vast expanse of silver mist stretched out, revealing nothing at all.

The Nether Thunder Beast tilted its neck slightly, pondered for a moment, then instantly its form flickered, transforming into a silver arc that shot straight into the high heavens, and along the way, its two claws grasped at the void.

With a loud "hissing" sound, more than ten azure claw-lights flashed and shot out, fiercely striking the silver-colored light barrier.

After a continuous series of dull thuds, as silver light and azure light intertwined, the silver-colored light barrier trembled once, but immediately returned to its original state.

The Nether Thunder Beast involuntarily halted its form upon hearing the sound from midair, and its expression became uncertain and changeable.

The power of the restriction trapping it exceeded even its imagination; it seemed far from an ordinary spell formation.

Naturally, this Nether Thunder Beast did not know that the light formation it was in was precisely the "Nine Palaces Heavenly Qian Talisman" that Han Li had painstakingly refined at great cost.

This set of talismans consisted of one hundred and eight pieces, capable of myriad transformations, and in trapping enemies, it was marvelously extraordinary.

Of course, this also depended on what kind of being the formation was trapping.

Given Han Li's cultivation level, let alone the Nether Thunder Beast before him, even a being of the Mahayana stage could not truly be trapped by it.

Just as the beast unleashed its strike, Han Li, who stood at the edge of the formation outside, pressing one hand against a talisman and frantically channeling magic power, suddenly felt a tremendous force, his body shook, and he retreated two steps backward.

His complexion changed several times in succession!

Fortunately, his internal magic power circulated and turned, and he was fine as if nothing had happened.

It was evident that under the beast's assault, this restriction could not hold for long at all. After all, his cultivation and the beast's strength were worlds apart!

However, Han Li had never intended to trap it so thoroughly with this talisman formation; he only needed to gain a little time for it.

Seeing the talisman formation temporarily trap the opponent, Han Li withdrew his hand, and instantly flapped his wings behind him, transforming into a streak of green light as he turned and fled.

His target was precisely the direction from which he had come.

After a few flashes, Han Li reached the edge of the sky; another flash would make him completely disappear.

But just then, Han Li's expression suddenly shifted; he raised his hand, and a tremendous rending sound erupted as dozens of golden small swords shot out together, stabbing toward a certain point in the nearby void.

This caused an unexpected scene to appear.

Where the golden small swords shot, a white light flashed, and suddenly the figure of a woman in shining white robes appeared. One arm, together with its sleeve, had vanished entirely.

It was precisely the female ghost known as "Bai Gui."

When this woman was forced out by Han Li's pressure, her face also showed utter astonishment. Her gaze flickered, as if she wanted to say something.

But Han Li's face suddenly grew cold, a sleeve tore with a crying sound, and a black light shot out, coiling and landing on the ground, revealing a small black monkey.

It was indeed the Weeping Ti Hun Shou.

Han Li now needed to flee for his life and had no wish to entangle with the opponent; he actually summoned this ferocious beast specialized in devouring ghosts as soon as he moved.

Upon seeing it, the white-robed ghost woman suddenly let out a sharp cry from her throat, her face full of panic, and instantly transformed into a stream of white air that shot backward.

But the Weeping Ti Hun Shou's movements were even swifter; in the blink of an eye, its form shifted, transforming into a giant ape several zhang tall, its large nose sweeping sideways as a sheet of yellow radiance flew out, instantly enveloping the white light and then drawing it backward.

The white light retracted, and once again revealed the figure of the white-robed ghost woman.

In her fright, the woman's white robes suddenly transformed into a layer of pure white light shield, completely enveloping her form. It was unknown what kind of treasure this white robe was, but the Weeping Soul's soul-seizing divine light could not for a moment disturb the shield.

The Weeping Ti Hun Shou displayed a solemn expression, let out a low roar from its throat, and a surge of yin wind arose around it; countless bolts of lightning appeared. The giant ape's body swelled and grew larger, its fur began to turn red, three curved horns sprouted from its celestial cap, and its brow split open suddenly, revealing a blood-red demon eye.

At the same time, the beast's face elongated, its fangs fully bared, three black bone spurs about a zhang in length grew from its back, wrapped in black qi, and the yin qi pressed upon people.

Upon seeing the Weeping Ti Hun Shou's transformation, the white-robed ghost woman became even more terrified; she suddenly let out a long, sharp cry from her mouth, and an invisible sound wave surged wildly toward the Weeping Ti Hun Shou and Han Li.

But Han Li had long been prepared for this; he rubbed his head with one hand, and gray-colored light radiance and five-colored flames rolled out, enveloping both himself and the Weeping Ti Hun Shou.

Thus, Han Li's divine sense only felt a slight pain, and he remained unaffected.

As for the Weeping Ti Hun Shou, it was utterly unaffected; instead, a ferocious expression flashed across its face, the demon eye in the cosmos slowly opened, and with a "Boom!" a thick arc of electricity shot out like a bowl's mouth.

This electric arc was actually bright red like blood, and it instantly pierced through the white-robed ghost woman's body, which was unable to move even a fraction within the soul-seizing divine light; the white-colored light shield protecting her could not in the slightest block this blood arc.

As the ghost woman let out a miserable cry, the blood-red electric arc coiled like a spirit snake, tightly binding the ghost creature, then pulled back, dragging the tortoise woman flying upward and rapidly shrinking within the electric arc; a flicker brought it before a great blood-red maw, and the Weeping Ti Hun Shou mercilessly swallowed it whole!

With a "Bang!", something was spat out by the Weeping Ti Hun Shou as it frowned, and it turned out to be a piece of black jade tablet.

Han Li grabbed it with one hand; the object was immediately drawn into his hand, and after a slight turn, he examined it.

"Ten Thousand Miles Talisman!"

Although somewhat different from those of the human race, Han Li still recognized its purpose at a glance; his face showed a trace of surprise, then flickered with a thoughtful expression.

Suddenly, from the distant light formation came a rumbling sound, and within it, faintly, an extremely furious roar could be heard.

His body trembled, and he hastily gestured to the Weeping Ti Hun Shou.

Instantly, the beast's form rapidly shrank, turning into a stream of black light that entered Han Li's sleeve.

Han Li simultaneously stamped his foot, his body rolled onto the ground, and suddenly transformed into a green-colored great roc, flying away at breakneck speed toward the distance.

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