Chapter 1566

"Isn't it possible that Fellow Daoist Jian made a mistake? The newly appeared Xuantian Treasure is not within our Flying Spirit Tribe's territory. If that is the case, it is normal that we cannot summon this treasure using the blood sacrifice technique." A faint female voice also sounded from the altar.

The speaker was, however, a middle-aged beautiful woman wearing a white 'colored' robe, with a pair of five 'colored' shimmering feathered wings on her back. In her earlier words, there was clearly a hint of gloating.

"Lady Bu! The summoning formation just now was jointly presided over by me and Elder Jian. Through the power of blood sacrifice, we indeed sensed the existence of that Xuantian Slaying Spirit Sword. However, during transmission, something seems to have gone wrong, and it suddenly vanished midway. Could it be that this sword has become sentient and can cleave through the void on its own?" Another young man suddenly spoke up.

This person had a single white horn on his head that was shining brightly. He was exactly the one-horned youth of the Jiao Chi tribe that Han Li had seen on the giant island half a year ago.

And the person who spoke at the beginning was naturally the fish-eyed man of the Sea King Tribe.

However, at this moment, the fish-eyed man's face bore a hint of flustered and flustered 'color'.

"Whether there truly is a Xuantian Treasure, naturally only the two fellow Daoists presiding over the formation know. We are merely following orders to cooperate with the two fellow Daoists." A man wearing a black robe but with two pairs of gray wings on his back also said lightly.

He leaned on a dragon-headed cane with one hand, not concealing the mockery hidden in his words.

As for the other Flying Spirit Tribe members who also had wings on their backs, although they said nothing, their glances toward the one-horned youth and the fish-eyed man were also somewhat unfriendly.

The one-horned youth, however, did not answer further, but exchanged a glance with the fish-eyed man, their lips moving slightly, yet producing no sound, actually beginning a secret sound transmission conversation.

Seeing these two act so brazenly, the faces of the Flying Spirit Tribe members present became increasingly ugly.

"Since the first attempt failed, we will immediately hold another blood sacrifice. Now that the blood energy has not yet dissipated, we should be able to accomplish this. As long as that Xuantian Spirit Treasure is still within your Flying Spirit Tribe's territory, it will definitely be summoned accordingly." After the two foreign tribes seemed to have finished their discussion, the one-horned youth suddenly turned his head and said, his expression somewhat gloomy.

"Hold another one. Do you two fellow Daoists think our magic power is cultivated for nothing? The blood sacrifice just now has already consumed more than half of our spiritual power. If we hold another one, will it damage our true essence?" The black-robed elder suddenly tapped his cane, producing a muffled 'thud' that made the entire altar tremble slightly twice, and then spoke sternly.

"Min naturally knows this is somewhat difficult to insist upon. But no matter how difficult, it is still better than exterminating two tribes within half a year and killing tens of thousands of savage ancient beasts. If we thus lose the opportunity to regain the Xuantian Treasure, truly delaying this matter, several fellow Daoists would also be unable to bear the responsibility." The one-horned youth narrowed his eyes, yet spoke without concern.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed elder's anger flickered, his body moved a few steps forward, as if wanting to scold something.

But at this moment, a light cough came from the crowd nearby, followed by a hoarse voice:

"Junior Brother Yao, please calm down. Fellow Daoist Min represents the Jiao Chi tribe, so how can he act unreasonably?" The speaker was a hunched-backed, bent-waisted figure, enveloped in a thin white mist, making his facial features indistinguishable.

"What Brother Xiong said is indeed correct. It is I, Yao, who has been somewhat impatient." Upon hearing these words, the black-robed elder's face 'color' changed drastically, he immediately retreated to his original position, and replied respectfully.

"Does Fellow Daoist Xiong also have something to say?" Upon seeing the speaker clearly, the one-horned youth's expression similarly tightened, but he immediately forced a smile and asked.

"Indeed, I have a few words to say. Fellow Daoist, letting us lose our vital energy to help you activate the blood sacrifice again is not difficult, but if this attempt still fails, how then?" That hunched figure chuckled, then his voice turned cold as he asked.

"If both attempts fail to summon it. Then it indicates that this object truly does not exist in this area. We two will immediately turn around and leave, and the conditions we previously promised will certainly not be regretted." The one-horned youth replied without hesitation.

While this foreign tribe was speaking, the fish-eyed man remained silent on the side, seemingly acquiescing to this.

"Good! With this promise from a fellow Daoist, that will do. We will help you once more. You few must not act on impulse; you must definitely make another move." The hunched figure spoke in a semi-commanding tone to the others.

How strange! Upon hearing this, the high-level existences of the other Flying Spirit Tribes all showed no dissatisfaction, and nodded silently in unison.

After a while, the surface of the blood lake began to ripple, and simultaneously, strands of black qi emerged and condensed on the lake surface, while the blood-colored mist sea began to violently churn.

Meanwhile, the altar at the center of the blood lake was completely enveloped by a piece of bloody, hazy light, from within which faint, obscure incantation sounds could be heard.

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After a sensation as if the skull were being torn apart in two, Han Li finally woke up slowly.

He only felt darkness before his eyes, and immediately tried with great effort to open his eyes, but felt his eyelids as heavy as Mount Tai, unable to open them in the slightest.

This startled Han Li greatly, and he also realized he seemed to be lying down, so he immediately wanted to sit up with a carp's leap, but similarly, he could not move a single finger.

Han Li's heart sank, he barely endured the pain, raised a trace of residual divine sense in his spiritual awareness, and hurriedly turned his gaze inward to examine the condition of his body.

The result made him unable to help but wryly smile.

Now he not only had lost more than half of his essence blood, but his internal magic power had also been 'emptied' completely. Worse still, the cause of his skull-splitting pain was actually severe depletion of his divine sense, leaving only about one-tenth or one-twelfth remaining.

And the cause of all this was merely that he had, not long ago, unintentionally swung a sword.

After a while, thinking of the astonishing scene when he swung the sword transformed from the Xuantian fruit, Han Li's heart churned uneasily, while simultaneously he secretly felt fortunate beyond measure!

That sword strike, when unleashed, almost caused heaven and earth to 'change color', not only immediately interrupting the transmission, but even cleaving the void with a single stroke. However, the price of this sword strike was also extremely high, not only was his magic power completely sucked dry, but his divine sense power was similarly absorbed by this sword. This allowed him, while being sucked into the torn void, to instantly faint.

However, now recalling it, the sword strike unleashed using the Xuantian fruit only seemed to have exerted a hint of superficial 'fur' power. The power of this sword strike obviously relates to the absorbed magic power and divine sense, and even to the previously lost essence blood.

Han Li secretly speculated thus.

But knowing his body's dire condition, Han Li's heartfelt panic lessened considerably. Whether essence blood or magic power and divine sense, they are not fatal injuries. As long as he takes medicinal pills and rests for several years, he can fully recover.

And the surroundings seemed utterly silent, he could safely remain here, at least indicating he had escaped the dangerous place.

Although he could not open his eyes, and his divine sense could not be projected outward, from the damp air and the slight breeze carrying a hint of saltiness, he could still determine he was somewhere by the sea. And the ground beneath his body was unusually soft, yet seemed to be a patch of grassland.

Could it be that he was not transmitted to a very distant place!

Feeling some doubt in his heart, Han Li turned his thoughts over, and then began to worry a little. But now, whether his body or his magic power's poor condition left him unable to move in the slightest, he could only lie still in this manner.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Li's eyelids twitched, and he barely opened his eyes into a narrow slit.

A sheet of pale blue 'color' sky immediately entered his view.

Not seeing those strange blood clouds, Han Li exhaled lightly, finally feeling relieved.

After several more hours, Han Li's neck could twist, and he could sway left and right to clearly see his surroundings.

It seemed like a small mountain valley. Three sides were low hills, one side was a narrow exit. The entire valley covered less than a thousand zhang in width. And he happened to fall right in the middle of the valley.

Han Li's eyes 'revealed' a hint of a smile, the corner of his mouth twitched once, but immediately made him grit his teeth in pain. At this moment he discovered that his entire body's muscles had already become unusually sore.

This was a sensation he had never experienced since cultivating the Fan Sheng True Magic Technique.

It seems that swinging that Xuantian fruit, besides absorbing magic power and divine sense, there might also be something else inside his body that was completely absorbed. Otherwise, given his formidable physical body, he would not have become like this.

Thinking thus in his heart, Han Li continued to lie quietly on the grass.

After another half day passed, a certain finger on one of Han Li's hands twitched, as if he had regained a trace of strength.

Han Li's face immediately 'revealed' a hint of joy, but before his smile could fully 'appear', it suddenly froze.

Because just then, from outside the valley came the sound of "thud-thud" of heavy objects falling to the ground, and from the slight tremors felt through the ground, it was clearly a huge creature walking toward the small valley.

Han Li glanced sideways, then fixed his gaze on the valley entrance, his expression becoming unusually solemn.

After a moment, a creature over ten zhang tall rushed headfirst into the small valley. It was indeed a giant crab covered all over with barbs.

This crab had eyes with green dots of light, its hard shell emitted a blue 'color' faint glow, as if wearing a set of blue 'color' battle armor. And the sharp barbs on the battle armor naturally made everyone draw a cold breath, shivering involuntarily.

The giant crab initially seemed not to notice Han Li's presence, walking sideways with its head toward a nearby hill, quickly reaching a certain cliff wall, then its two giant claws picked up a fallen bluish-gray 'color' stone from the ground, and stuffed it into its mouth in large bites.

In its mouth came the "creak-creak" sound that made people's 'hair' stand on end, a chilling chewing noise.

Seeing that the giant crab did not rush to attack him, Han Li's face relaxed a little, and the solemn expression eased somewhat.

After the giant crab swallowed more than a dozen stones without moving, its green eyes flashed, its body suddenly turned, and it directly faced Han Li.

Han Li's pupils suddenly contracted, and he and the giant crab began to stare at each other.

Suddenly, the giant crab emitted a strange "hissing" sound from its mouth, then waved its two giant pincers and charged straight at Han Li with a fierce momentum.

Han Li's face darkened immensely, cold light flickered in his eyes, he stared emotionlessly at the oncoming giant crab, showing hardly any sign of panic!

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