Chapter 181: Butterflies and Life-and-Death Battle

"Hmph! You wish!"

"Don't use your brain to think! This time, our two fellow apprentices being able to teleport to the same place is already great luck. At the very least, our chances of saving our lives are much stronger than others, and being able to luckily kill this person is also luck. Do you really think you have much ability, and want to play this stupid game of waiting for the rabbit? Aren't you afraid of running into a fierce person who will break your teeth and play with your life? What's more, how could anyone come to this ghostly place? Rushing to the central area to fish in troubled waters is the best policy!"

The older Spirit Beast Mountain disciple was clearly much more aggressive and cunning than the younger one. While lecturing the other, he was also vigilantly scanning the surrounding dense forest frequently.

Seeing this, Han Li became even more cautious. He raised his Breath-Concealing Technique to the limit, completely withdrawing his aura, not daring to reveal even a fraction. As for the foolish notion of "one against two," Han Li had never considered it, and would certainly not be stupid enough to do so.

These two, one had magic power at the early stage of the twelfth layer, and one was at the high stage of the twelfth layer. If they joined hands, he would not have much chance of winning. He did not have the great supernatural power to block a hundred with one.

Therefore, Han Li could only watch as the other party plucked the last few Cold Smoke Grasses by the pool, and burned the Heaven's Gate disciple's corpse to ashes with a fire. Finally, the two of them put the Cold Ice Toads into a red leather bag and disappeared into the dense forest opposite.

After the two left, Han Li did not get up immediately, but only after a period of time did he shake off the fallen leaves on his body, stood up straight, and looked thoughtfully in the direction where the two disappeared.

It seemed there were many people who had the same idea as himself.

This was also understandable. Since people dared to take the risk to participate in the Blood-Colored Trial, how many didn't want the heaven and earth spiritual objects in the central area? A fire fight was inevitable! After all, the heaven and earth spiritual herbs generated and matured each time were really limited, and not enough for the sects to divide.

Han Li stood in place with a gloomy face for a while, then thought bitterly.

He had seen with his own eyes that the blue-clothed person, who was as cautious as himself, had disappeared from the world without a sound. And the same thing had happened countless times in the corners of the Forbidden Area, which made his confidence in achieving his goal waver quite a bit!

I really don't know if this Forbidden Area trip is right or wrong? Perhaps, if he just took those two Foundation Establishment Pills, he would have succeeded in Foundation Establishment, and there was no need to take this strange risk at all.

Han Li thought dejectedly, vaguely having a thought of retreating. After all, it was easy to say, but when the shadow of death really shrouded his heart, he was still a bit restless.

Several hours later, Han Li set off to leave this place. Judging by the direction he was traveling, it was still toward the center of the Forbidden Area.

After some consideration, Han Li's reason still prevailed. He knew that those little thoughts just now were just finding excuses for his own cowardice. Therefore, after cheering himself up, he set off again.

Han Li did not follow behind the pair. Instead, he took a detour and moved forward circuitously, although the route of the Spirit Beast Mountain pair was the closest and fastest.

Han Li was not worried that the other party could discover him with their own ability, but was very wary of the strange beast-driving techniques of the Spirit Beast Mountain. He didn't know if the other party had any special means to monitor his tailing through other ways, so it was better to keep a distance.

You must know, when he first entered Huang Feng Valley, in order not to attract others' attention, he released his little Cloud-Winged Bird, which was familiar with human nature, into the Taiyue Mountain Range, letting it move freely.

As a result, at the beginning, this bird often came back to find Han Li, its master, to beg for the "Yellow Chestnut Pills" it loved to eat.

But as time went on, its visits gradually became sparse. When Han Li realized his mistake, the bird had completely flown wild, and after flying away one time, it never returned. This made Han Li extremely painful; otherwise, it could have been of great use in this Forbidden Area trip.

Han Li didn't know that this decision to go circuitously really allowed him to escape a disaster.

Since the Spirit Beast Mountain pair left Black Dragon Pool, they had released large patches of colorful moths from some pockets.

These gorgeous flying insects flew out and immediately scattered, spreading densely within a hundred feet, and their colors gradually changed, slowly overlapping with the scenery nearby, generating similar colors, which were not easy to find if not looked at carefully.

And even if some interested people discovered the moths, they would mostly think they were natural creatures in the Forbidden Area and would not be suspicious.

In this way, these colorful moths became the natural sentries of the two, and as long as anyone approached their warning range, they would immediately be known by the two, who could make preparations in advance.

This kind of live warning network composed of numerous insects could be said to be impeccable in reporting, and was the specialty of the Spirit Beast Mountain disciples. Even if there were people from other sects who knew about this in advance, they still had no way to deal with these insects and could not sneak attack quietly by bypassing them.

In fact, Han Li walked a great luck at Black Dragon Pool. The Spirit Beast Mountain pair did not release the colorful moths at the water pool, but only started after leaving, otherwise Han Li would never have escaped their search.

This was not because the two were negligent and forgot about it, but because this kind of moth was naturally afraid of cold, and if the temperature was slightly lower, they would die one after another. It had to be said that it was a pity.

And the water of Black Dragon Pool was naturally strange and extremely cold, making a large piece of land near the water pool become like winter. In this situation, how could they dare to release the colorful moths to seek death?

Han Li was completely unaware of the fact that he had escaped a disaster, and was standing under a strange cliff, looking at the two miserable corpses under his feet, silent.

One corpse, in black tight clothes, burly, with thick palms, had a thin, bright red blood line on its neck, its eyes wide open, full of unwillingness, seemingly dying extremely unresignedly. Judging by the appearance, it should be a Giant Sword Sect disciple.

The other one, medium build, was covered in blood and flesh, and most importantly, his face had no features, but was nailed to the ground by a giant sword from the front of his face to the back of his head, with brains and blood flowing all over the ground. But on the curled ring finger of his right hand, there was a circle of strange transparent silk threads, which were vaguely flashing in the sun.

Han Li looked at the Giant Sword Sect disciple's corpse carefully for a long time. Suddenly, he raised his toe and kicked the head with the red line on its neck gently. As a result, the huge head immediately rolled to one side, without needing any effort.

This person was already separated from his head.

Han Li sighed, and looked at the other corpse that could be identified without recognition. Although his face was gone, the yellow shirt that was exactly the same as Han Li's was the best proof. It was just unknown which fellow disciple of Huang Feng Valley had died!

It was very clear that the two had died together!

Han Li raised his head and looked at the top of the cliff without moving, but he had already reached a conclusion in his mind, and imagined most of the scene where the two met and fought.

Judging from various signs, the Giant Sword Sect person should have been a notch higher in strength than this fellow disciple of Han Li.

The blood and flesh on the yellow-shirted corpse, the unwilling expression on the black-clothed person's head, all indicated this.

And this unknown fellow disciple was clearly a person who loved to play tricks, and the magic treasure he used was actually that kind of transparent silk thread. He must have used the other party's carelessness in the face of imminent victory, and launched a sneak attack at the last moment, cutting off the other party's head, causing the Giant Sword Sect person to hang up.

But he clearly didn't expect that, for some reason, this black-clothed person still had the strength to sacrifice the giant sword in his hand before dying, and nailed the yellow-shirted fellow disciple, who was either too badly injured to dodge or had made the same mistake because of the victory at hand, to the ground. This caused a tragic life-and-death battle without a winner.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 182 =====

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