Chapter 2355

"Since this junior can stand here, I am naturally also a member of the Alliance. I am acting under the orders of Lord Biying, the Chief Deacon of Blood Heaven, to invite Senior Han over for a chat," the cold and beautiful woman replied respectfully.

"Biying? Although this is the first time I've heard this name, since you are the person in charge of this continent for your Alliance, I imagine you are a famous figure in Blood Heaven. What important matter does Fellow Daoist Biying have for me?" Han Li's gaze flickered slightly before he asked in return.

At this point, how could he not know that the news of his arrival must have been leaked to this side by Ming Zun? Otherwise, how could the other party have "blocked" him so coincidentally?

"This junior does not know. This junior is only acting under orders to invite you over for a trip. If Senior Han has any questions, you can ask Lord Biying personally when the time comes," the cold and beautiful woman replied without hesitation.

"Hehe, since Fellow Daoist Biying asked you to invite me, didn't she give any other instructions? Was she so sure that I, Han, would agree to meet?" Han Li sneered upon hearing this.

"Before this junior came over, Lord Biying gave me an item and asked me to hand it to you personally," the cold and beautiful woman said after a strange look flashed across her face.

"An item? Take it out and let me see," Han Li narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, Senior, please look," the cold and beautiful woman did not hesitate to shake her sleeves, immediately taking out a scroll as red as blood, and handed it over with both hands.

Han Li summoned it with one hand, and the blood-red scroll landed in his hand in a flash. After scanning it with his spiritual sense, he frowned slightly but opened it without hesitation.

The opened scroll was surprisingly imprinted with an ink-black picture of Eight Ghosts Devouring Buddha.

Eight ferocious ghosts with green faces and sharp fangs, either baring fangs and brandishing claws or holding bone forks and bone clubs, were surrounding a monk with a blurred face, seemingly about to dismember and swallow the monk alive in the next moment; it was truly lifelike.

Han Li held the two ends of the scroll and looked at the ghost picture, his expression unchanged, but he felt a bit strange in his heart, not knowing what that Biying meant by letting him see such a picture.

Just at this moment, with a "poof," a streak of blood light suddenly flew out from the surface of the scroll and rolled straight toward Han Li.

Han Li was slightly startled, scanned the blood light with his spiritual sense, and after a moment of contemplation, he did not dodge or evade, allowing it to sweep his figure inside, and in a flash, he was pulled into the picture.

Xue Po, Zhu Guo'er, and the others standing nearby were all shocked by this scene.

Ancestor Hua Shi's expression changed, his shoulders shook, and several streaks of black gas sprayed out from his back, directly transforming into a pitch-black giant python more than ten feet long, which stared fiercely at the cold and beautiful woman.

It looked as if he would immediately drive the giant python to attack if the other party made any other moves.

"Fellow daoists, do not panic. Senior Han is fine. This is just Lord Biying using a wisp of her divine sense to summon him into the picture for the sake of secrecy. He will come out in a moment," the cold and beautiful woman waved her hand at Ancestor Hua Shi and said with unusual calmness.

"Is that really so? If Senior Han has any mishaps inside, don't blame me for being heartless," Ancestor Hua Shi said sternly, somewhat half-believing.

"If Senior Han doesn't come out after a while, you fellow daoists can just come find me," the cold and beautiful woman said with a smile.

"Brother Hua, the other party doesn't seem to be lying. Let's wait for a while. With Senior Han's divine abilities, even if he really encountered something, he would never be in danger," Xue Po said slowly after her gaze flickered several times.

Ancestor Hua Shi felt that these words made sense, so he retracted the giant python he had conjured, stood aside with a gloomy face, and said nothing.

Zhu Guo'er, on the other hand, looked worriedly at the ghost picture floating in the air.

At this moment, this strange picture had long been shrouded in blood-red light, and as soon as the spiritual sense of the group touched it, it was immediately bounced away, completely unable to probe into it at all.

Even from this strange picture, bursts of bloody stench drifted out.

The remaining alien people not far away, upon seeing this situation, all felt a chill in their hearts, and after hurriedly chatting a few more words, they flew away from this place one after another, looking as if they were afraid of being involved.

The round-faced man who called himself Fang Jin, however, kept watching this side with a smile.

At the same time, in a mysterious space within the ghost picture, Han Li looked at an old monk in gray robes sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his brows slightly furrowed.

Judging by the monk's clothing and attire, he was surprisingly the same person in the picture who was surrounded by the eight ghosts he had seen on the ghost picture earlier.

Only, the monk was motionless at this moment, like a wooden carving.

The monk was here, so where were the ghosts?

Han Li's thoughts turned, and he swept his gaze around.

He saw that all around, no more than ten feet away, was thick, blood-colored fog like paste.

Amidst the surging blood energy, faint wisps of yin evil energy permeated out, and as soon as his spiritual sense touched it, it sank as if it had touched something extremely cold.

A look of surprise could not help but flash across Han Li's face.

Just at this moment, a giant roar came from the blood fog, and then the fog parted, and eight ferocious ghosts more than ten feet tall walked out from within with a rumble. These ghosts were all half-naked, wearing animal skins around their waists, their bodies covered in strange ghost patterns, and they had strange horns on their heads. As soon as they walked out of the blood fog, they immediately surrounded Han Li.

"Fellow Daoist Biying, what is the meaning of this?" Han Li's expression sank, and he suddenly turned to the monk in front of him and said coldly.

"Oh, how did Fellow Daoist Han know that I, Biying, am here?" The monk's body trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes, his pupils unusually turbid, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. Although I, Han, haven't been at the Mahayana stage for long, how could I have never seen this kind of technique of attaching divine sense? I originally thought that you would reveal a magic tool because you had some secret matter to discuss, which is why I allowed you to cast a spell to pull me in. Now that I see the appearance of these ghost creatures, it seems a bit different," Han Li said calmly.

"Fellow Daoist Han, do not misunderstand. I invited you in because I truly have some matters to tell you, but this matter is of great importance, and I must first verify whether you truly have the qualifications to know about it. These eight Yellow Springs Ghost Kings, although not strong, the Yellow Springs Underworld Wind they manipulate is the real thing. Ordinary cultivators, as long as they are contaminated by a wisp, will have their flesh melted and bones dissolved into yin water. Even ordinary Mahayana fellow daoists who encounter this thing can only retreat and dare not force their way through. As long as you can move freely in the Yellow Springs Yin Wind and persist for a quarter of an hour without using any treasures or magic tools, you will have passed our test. Afterward, I will certainly offer tea and apologize, and tell you everything truthfully. If you cannot do it, I can only send you out of the picture and treat it as if nothing ever happened," the monk said expressionlessly.

Almost at the same time, the eight ghosts let out a low roar, opened their mouths, and pitch-black yin wind surged out, instantly forming a giant wall of wind that blocked the nearby void tightly and rolled straight toward Han Li.

"Yellow Springs Underworld Wind, and I have to stay inside for a quarter of an hour without using any magic tools! Interesting! But this is looking down on me too much," Han Li looked at the rolling yin wind, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately said as if nothing had happened.

"Boom!"

Without seeing Han Li cast any spells, the moment the rolling black wind rolled in front of him, a layer of golden radiance suddenly appeared on his body.

Those black winds stopped one after another a foot away, held firmly in place by the golden light, and could not get any closer.

"Truly a good divine ability. But Fellow Daoist, don't be too careless. This Yellow Springs Yin Wind grows stronger when it meets strength and weaker when it meets weakness; it is not just this much power," the monk's pupils shrank slightly upon seeing this, but he continued to say expressionlessly.

"Is that so? If this Yellow Springs Yin Wind is so strange, I, Han, would be happy to see more of it," Han Li said calmly, looking at the black yin wind not far away.

The moment his words fell, the yin wind suddenly intensified, and a terrifyingly huge force surged out from the wind.

After the golden light released from Han Li's body touched this huge force, it began to retreat with a "crunching" strange sound.

Although it only retreated about half a foot before being blocked again by the intensified golden light, it made Han Li's gaze flicker.

"This Yellow Springs Yin Wind is truly interesting. I will collect some for research; Fellow Daoist won't mind, will you?" Han Li suddenly said.

"Oh? If Fellow Daoist truly has such great divine abilities, feel free to collect these yin winds. I have plenty of this stuff," the monk replied with a low chuckle, somewhat surprised.

"Since Fellow Daoist said so, I, Han, will not be polite," Han Li smiled slightly and pinched a magic seal with one hand.

"Poof!" With a sound, a golden halo flashed behind Han Li, and a three-headed, six-armed golden dharma image condensed out of thin air.

This dharma image was more than ten feet tall, covered in countless golden runes, and emitted an astonishing light that made it impossible to look directly at. As soon as it appeared, its six arms lifted simultaneously, and it began to chant.

"Boom!" Six golden light orbs flashed in its palms, shot out while growing crazily, and instantly condensed in front of Han Li, transforming into a huge golden vortex.

"Collect!"

Han Li pointed a finger at the void of the vortex and shouted with some solemnity.

The vortex immediately roared, countless golden runes floated out, and several huge suction forces rolled out.

An astonishing scene appeared.

Those seemingly fierce yin winds, upon touching the suction force in the vortex, seemed to have met their nemesis and were sucked in, transforming into pillars of wind.

Several black wind pillars rolled into the golden vortex, never to return, like ten thousand rivers flowing into the sea.

The huge black wind wall was sucked to pieces in the blink of an eye, with almost nothing left.

Even the eight ghosts, who were desperately spraying black wind, were pulled by the suction force and couldn't stand steady, moving toward the golden vortex, looking completely unable to break free.