Chapter 571: Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirror

Staring at the descending giant bell, Han Li pointed lightly at the flower basket ancient treasure in front of him with one hand, and the white energy it transformed into shot toward the top of his head.

At the same time, a muffled bell sound of "dang" came from the giant bell.

The sound was not loud, but Han Li, who was facing the bell mouth, felt his brain sink, his figure swayed, and he almost fell over.

It was the sound-type attack he hated the most!

Han Li cursed in his heart, but didn't dare to be negligent in the slightest, urging the ancient treasure in the air.

Light flashed, and the flower basket appeared in its original form within the white energy.

This flower basket then spun around, spraying white rays of light, wrapping the silver bell, and pulling it toward the basket.

The silver bell naturally wouldn't submit so obediently, releasing blinding silver light, and the bell sound rang incessantly one after another. But because it was tightly wrapped by the white energy, Han Li, although still somewhat uncomfortable, was finally not unable to stand firm like just now.

Only then did Han Li ignore the two ancient treasures above his head and turn his gaze back to the man opposite.

This Six Paths Young Master, who had regained his composure, had a look of contemplation flash in his brows, and then he stared at Han Li.

"Evil-Warding Divine Thunder! You possess a Gold-Thunder Bamboo magic treasure!" Wen Wen Tianren's voice was filled with shock and anger for a time.

Other than the legendary Evil-Warding Divine Thunder that specifically restrained demonic techniques and evil arts, he couldn't think of any other electric arcs that could have such heaven-defying ability to instantly break his True Demon incarnation. The Gold-Thunder Bamboo, this thing that had once set off a bloody storm, had actually appeared again, and it had been refined into a magic treasure by the person opposite him, which truly shocked this descendant of the Six Paths.

Hearing Wen Wen Tianren call out the name of the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, Han Li's expression changed slightly, but after a cold laugh, his expression remained unchanged, just urging the flower basket magic treasure above his head, wanting to collect the silver bell first.

Seeing this scene, Wen Wen Tianren finally knew his guess was correct, and his face turned somewhat pale.

As the descendant of the number one person in the demonic path, his understanding of the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder was far beyond that of ordinary cultivators. He was even more fearful of this divine thunder.

And after seeing the Six Extremes True Demon Technique have no power to fight back under the divine thunder, he knew that the rumors about this divine thunder restraining demonic techniques were not exaggerated in the slightest. As long as the other party possessed this thunder, it was enough to abolish eighty or ninety percent of his demonic evil arts.

Wen Wen Tianren took a deep breath, glanced at Han Li who was standing expressionless, his face gloomy like water, and a trace of unease flashed in his heart.

He vaguely felt that the person opposite him seemed to be his destined great enemy in this life. Not only were his magic treasure and supernatural powers no worse than his, but after possessing the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, he had completely restrained his cultivation technique. This was something he could absolutely not tolerate!

"No matter what the price, I must not let the other party leave this island alive today. Only by mastering the Gold-Thunder Bamboo magic treasure in my own hands can I be completely at ease." Wen Wen Tianren looked at Han Li, his heart becoming ruthless.

At this moment, the stunning young girl standing further away was left dumbstruck by the series of spell battles and treasure clashes between Han Li and Wen Wen Tianren.

This girl had guessed Han Li's true identity when he drove the Gold-Devouring Beetles, and her heart was naturally extremely shocked!

In just a few decades, Han Li's cultivation base had soared from the early stage of Core Formation to the late stage, which made it hard for this woman to believe. But then she thought of the legendary Profound Heaven Cauldron that seemed to be in Han Li's hands, and her heart felt somewhat relieved.

But even so, this woman had not been optimistic about Han Li and Wen Wen Tianren's fight from the beginning, only thinking that Han Li would at most support for a while before being defeated and fleeing. But she never expected that the battle had reached this point, and Han Li had actually gained the upper hand. Especially when Han Li's pale golden electric arcs came out, breaking Wen Wen Tianren's demonic technique in one fell swoop, it shocked this woman even more, making her feel that her brain was not working very well.

Evil-Warding Divine Thunder! She had recognized the origin of the golden electric arcs almost before Wen Wen Tianren recognized them.

Because that half-section of thousand-year-old Sky-Thunder Bamboo had been handed to Han Li by her own hands. But how did it become ten-thousand-year-old Gold-Thunder Bamboo now? This was the only answer this woman could think of.

This peerless girl was naturally the Zi Ling Fairy from the Profound Heaven Palace.

Her appearance had changed greatly, and she had actually mixed with Wen Wen Tianren, looking somewhat unwilling. It was unknown how many stories were behind this!

Now, Zi Ling Fairy bit her teeth, staring into the distance without blinking, vaguely feeling that this battle seemed to be continuing.

Wen Wen Tianren saw that the silver bell was about to be collected into Han Li's flower basket, his expression finally moved, and the golden light between his brows suddenly became blinding, then stretched and elongated as if it were real.

In the blink of an eye, a small, exquisite single horn protruded from between Wen Wen Tianren's brows. It was shining with golden light, covered in difficult-to-understand profound runes, and it didn't look like it had a trace of demonic energy, but was instead filled with pure heaven and earth spiritual energy.

Looking at the strange horn of the other party, Han Li narrowed his eyes, and a chill arose in his heart.

He didn't hesitate to point at the two green giant swords in the distance and cast two magic seals.

The green giant swords buzzed, disintegrated, and transformed into over twenty small swords again. These small swords were then activated by the Sword Shadow Splitting Technique, transformed into three sword lights again, and then retreated instead of advancing, swarming back, and in the blink of an eye, they flew to Han Li's side, flying and circling in front of him, setting up a defense.

"Good, very good! I didn't expect to be forced to this point by you. Originally, I thought that apart from those old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage, there would be no one in the Core Formation stage who would be my opponent, but now it seems I was truly sitting in a well and looking at the sky. But this is also good; meeting you now can be considered my luck. Otherwise, if I had to destroy you after you entered the Nascent Soul stage, it would be troublesome." Wen Wen Tianren ignored Han Li's actions, his expression instead becoming calm as he said indifferently.

With a golden horn between his brows, he seemed to be full of confidence. The faint panic he had originally revealed disappeared without a trace.

Han Li's expression was calm, but his spiritual sense swept over the other party early on.

As a result, apart from the extra strange horn between his brows, Wen Wen Tianren did not show any cultivation base surge or other strange changes.

Han Li frowned, a trace of suspicion arose in his heart, and he became even more vigilant.

He didn't believe that the other party's words just now were just empty talk. This golden horn must have some tricks within it.

Before Han Li could solve the mystery in his heart, the opposite Wen Wen Tianren opened his hands, and eight golden ancient mirrors shot out from his sleeves one after another. These mirrors were the size of a palm, smooth as water on one side, with golden light flowing, and the other side was wrinkled and uneven, looking extremely ugly.

Seeing this scene, a strange look flashed in Han Li's eyes, vaguely feeling that he had heard of these mirrors, but for a moment he couldn't remember.

"Eight-Gate Golden Light Mirror!" A cry of surprise came from behind Wen Wen Tianren, followed by an "ah" sound, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Han Li was startled, and after contemplating the somewhat familiar name of these small mirrors, he suddenly remembered the origin of these mirrors, and his heart sank straight down.

"Since my companion has already called out the origin of these mirrors, you must know their power. Then now, you can die without regrets!" Wen Wen Tianren tilted his head slightly, glanced deeply at Zi Ling Fairy, and then turned his head back to say coldly.

The golden horn between his brows flashed with light, and a slender golden light suddenly spat out, shooting into the mirror closest to him. Then it quickly bounced to the adjacent small mirror,

In the blink of an eye, it bounced eight times, and after each bounce, the golden light grew stronger, and when it bounced out from the last golden mirror, the golden light had become as thick as an infant's arm.

... ===== CHAPTER 572 =====

"Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror!" A cry of alarm came from behind Wen Wen Tianren, followed by an "Ah," and the voice was abruptly cut short.

Han Li was startled and swept his gaze over; it was indeed that stunning young girl, covering her lips with one hand, looking at those golden ancient mirrors with a face full of shock.

"Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror?" Han Li pondered this somewhat familiar name for a moment, and suddenly, he recalled the origin of these small mirrors. His heart skipped a beat, and his entire being sank straight down.

"Since my female companion has already called out the origin of these mirrors, I presume you now know how formidable they are. In that case, you can die without regrets!" Wen Wen Tianren tilted his head slightly, cast a meaningful glance at Fairy Zi Ling, then turned back and said coldly.

The golden horn between his brows flashed with brilliance, and a slender golden light suddenly sprayed out, shooting onto the mirror closest to him. Then, it rapidly bounced to the small mirror next to it.

In the blink of an eye, it had bounced eight times. After each bounce, the golden light grew a fraction stronger. By the time it shot out from the final golden mirror, the golden light had become as thick as an infant's arm.

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