Chapter 322

The activation of a True Treasure is much more difficult than that of an ordinary talisman treasure, which is why Liu Jing asked other fellow sect members to protect him. He didn't want to end up like that tragically dead Junior Martial Sister. Net Therefore, after releasing a yellow circular magic treasure to surround himself, he finally felt at ease to sit cross-legged and inject magic power into this firebird True Treasure.

The fiery red talisman began to glow with increasing red light in Liu Jing's palm. The firebird in the talisman flew more and more nimbly and happily, looking like it could leap out of the talisman at any time. It seemed that the moment the bird transformed and flew out would be the moment of successful activation.

Although Han Li was entangled with the Ice Fiend on the ground, he also understood that these fellow sect members were using other means, so he felt relieved in his heart. He was most afraid that these fellow sect members would just pat their butts and leave because of cowardice, and then he alone would have no way to get that thing from the Black Fiend Sect Master.

Since he didn't need to be distracted by other things, Han Li's mind naturally returned to the opponent in front of him. With his Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivation, using the Luo Smoke Steps was still a considerable burden on his body. He could not drag this high-speed battle on any longer and had to risk a full-force attack.

Thinking of this, Han Li waved his silver sword with one hand, his figure flashing continuously, suppressing the Ice Fiend until it couldn't breathe, while his other hand silently hooked an object from his storage pouch with his finger and tightly wrapped it around his ring finger.

After doing this, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He brought both hands together, holding the sword with both hands in a wide-open stance, and suddenly, with the person and sword together, he slashed fiercely. The speed and ferocity of this sword strike far exceeded all previous attacks, making the Ice Fiend feel a chill in its heart. It hurriedly retreated while crossing its crystal-clear ice claws to block.

With a clear "clang," the Ice Fiend sneered, using the force of this strike to fly backward even faster. Just as it was about to open up the distance from Han Li, a look of mockery appeared on Han Li's face.

Just as the Ice Fiend saw this and felt something was wrong, Han Li released one hand holding the sword and suddenly pulled back.

As a result, the Ice Fiend's backward-flying momentum stopped inexplicably, and then it couldn't help but shoot toward Han Li. At this moment, Han Li held the sword with both hands again, assuming a slashing stance, his face devoid of any expression.

The Ice Fiend was shocked and hurriedly struggled desperately, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, it reached Han Li's front. Han Li shook the silver sword in his hand slightly, and countless dense silver rays flashed and disappeared. The two brushed past each other in an instant, and then their figures were revealed under the moonlight. Only Han Li stood holding the sword, while the Ice Fiend fell heavily to the ground.

This scene was clearly seen by Song Meng and the others watching from the air, and they couldn't help but become very nervous.

The Ice Fiend stood up unsteadily, looking at Han Li's back, sneering, and just as it wanted to say something, its expression suddenly froze.

A series of crisp cracking sounds came, and the Ice Fiend's transparent body, like cold ice, developed countless fine cracks. In the blink of an eye, the cracks grew and lengthened, and the Ice Fiend's whole body shattered into a pile of crystal-clear ice slag on the ground amidst the cracking sounds.

Among the crystal-clear debris, half of a complete claw stretched out, the sharp claw tip still chillingly cold. Only this object could withstand Han Li's high-speed cutting without being destroyed.

Han Li coldly glanced at the shattered Ice Fiend, then looked up at the three light cocoons that were even more dazzling with blood-red light, his brows tightly furrowed.

He silently waved his hand and pulled, and an ice claw flew straight over.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, one could faintly see that between Han Li and this claw, there was a transparent silk thread tightly connected. This was the fatal reason for the Ice Fiend's death.

Taking advantage of the renewed battle, Han Li manipulated the transparent silk thread on his ring finger to silently wrap around the opponent's claw. Poor thing, although its demonic ice body had become transparent and hard, it had also lost its sensitive sense of touch, which allowed Han Li to easily succeed and kill it.

Han Li lowered his head and looked closely at this ice claw, hesitated for a moment, but still threw it away casually.

Although he knew that since this ice claw could block the silver sword refined from "Silver Essence" without being destroyed, it must be an excellent material for refining magic treasures, but as soon as he thought that this was originally transformed from a human hand, he still felt a bit creepy in his heart and couldn't overcome the mental block to collect it.

He walked a few steps to the Ice Fiend's corpse, slashed a few times in the ice slag with his silver sword, picked out a storage pouch, took a quick look, and carefully put it away. Then he flew into the sky without a word; he wanted to see what tricks these fellow sect members were playing, as those three Blood Servants were about to transform.

Han Li did not know that at the same time the Ice Fiend had just lost its life, in a secret room under a rockery, a clean-looking middle-aged man who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and muttered to himself:

"Is the Ice Fiend dead? That's fine, it saves me from having to do it later."

After saying this, he continued to close his eyes as if nothing had happened.

And lying horizontally in front of him was a skeleton that was nothing but skin and bones. Looking at its emaciated appearance, it seemed that apart from a layer of skin, not a trace of flesh and blood existed, and judging from the clothing on it, it was actually a cultivator from the Yellow Maple Valley.

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Han Li flew into the air using his magic treasure. Before he could speak, Song Meng and the others hurriedly surrounded him, praising him incessantly with expressions of amazement, and their words even carried a hint of awe. And the dual cultivation partner of "Senior Martial Sister" Sister Xuehong was even more grateful, his eyes slightly red.

Han Li was slightly humble, then pointed to the talisman that was red and somewhat dazzling in Liu Jing's hand, and asked with confusion.

Immediately, someone explained the matter of "True Treasures" to Han Li, which made Han Li overjoyed and completely relieved.

Han Li had naturally heard of True Treasures, but he didn't expect that this Senior Martial Brother Liu would have such a treasure, and would be willing to take it out to use now. Under normal circumstances, this was a life-saving means for critical moments.

Han Li's experience was different from Liu Jing's, so he naturally couldn't understand Liu Jing's complex mentality and that kind of fear of loss.

For Han Li, it didn't matter what kind of eyes others used to look at him. As long as it didn't affect his own interests, it wouldn't make him lose a single hair.

Of course, if there was an opportunity to leave a good impression on others without much effort, Han Li was still willing to do it. But to maintain this impression by using a treasure like a "True Treasure," he would never do such a foolish thing even if he were beaten to death.

However, Liu Jing's approach really moved Han Li a little, and he even suspected that his previous views were wrong. Could there really be such a "good person" in this world who would disregard himself for the sake of eliminating evil?

Just as Han Li felt a little ashamed, a roar suddenly came from below, full of bloodthirsty and murderous intent.

Han Li and the others were startled and hurriedly looked down.

They saw that one of the three blood-colored light cocoons had begun to expand and deform continuously, as if the Blood Servant inside was about to come out immediately.

Han Li felt a chill in his heart. It seemed he still had to fight the other Blood Servants first to buy some time for Senior Martial Brother Liu!

Thinking of this, just as Han Li was about to take action, a calm voice came from behind the crowd.

"Everyone, move aside, let me eliminate these three demonic people."

This voice made everyone's expression happy, and Han Li hurriedly turned around to look.

He saw Liu Jing looking at them with a smile. On his palm, there was a small, exquisite red bird flying back and forth, extremely cute. The scorching heat from before had disappeared without a trace at some unknown time.

"Is this the original form of that True Treasure?"

Han Li looked at the red bird with some surprise.

"Thank you all for protecting me!"

Liu Jing stood up slowly and flew lightly in front of Han Li and the others. Then, under the surprised gazes of others, he blew lightly on the small bird in his hand without hesitation. The fiery red small bird immediately let out a clear cry and flew out of Liu Jing's palm, flying straight down nimbly.

At this moment, the light cocoon below that had already changed made a muffled "puchi" sound and actually split open automatically. A demonic object wrapped in green light walked out from inside. Its shape was extremely similar to the half-demonic form of the Ice Fiend, only the color had turned into a deep green.

The face of this demonic person was clearly that of the Daoist priest Daoist Qingwen, but at this moment he had a look of madness on his face, as if his sanity was somewhat unclear.

He roared twice, looked up, and saw the fiery red small bird flying lightly. His figure suddenly stalled, and the madness on his face actually converged, revealing an expression of extreme fear.

Immediately, he looked around in a panic, and suddenly green light surged on his body, and he flew into the sky, wanting to escape.

But just at this moment, the red small bird's body expanded suddenly with a "zi la" sound, transforming into a giant flame bird about a zhang in size. Then, with a flap of its wings, it appeared suddenly behind the demonic Daoist Qingwen from more than ten zhang away, as if teleporting, and pecked lightly with its sharp red beak.

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