Chapter 688: First Trial of Divine Abilities

With the astonishing escape speed of Han Li and the Wind-Driving Chariot, in just a short while, they had penetrated over a hundred miles into the Mulan Grassland.

As Han Li stimulated the blood-colored cloak on his body, flying and escaping while enveloped in blood light, he swept his spiritual sense toward the rear, a trace of surprise appearing on his face.

He had already stimulated the cloak to its maximum power, yet not only had he failed to shake off the strange chariot behind him, he had instead been caught up by nearly half the distance. It was no wonder that even with the Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivation of the old man surnamed Yun, his expression had changed drastically upon seeing this chariot pursue them.

This Wind-Driving Chariot was truly a top-tier flying exotic treasure. It seemed that unless he employed the Lightning Evasion Technique or the Blood Shadow Evasion, it would be impossible to shake off the opponent.

However, ever since Han Li had successfully formed his Nascent Soul, he had never once exchanged blows with a cultivator of the same stage. Although he had considerable confidence in his own divine abilities and magic treasures, he truly had no bottom line in his heart regarding his own strength among Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

After all, Nascent Soul cultivators would not easily engage in duels or trials. Even in the few years since he had joined the Falling Cloud Sect, those two Falling Cloud Sect elders had only spoken to him about cultivation methods and had never truly sparred with him. And in Tiancheng City, Marquis Lord Nanlong had similarly only exchanged a few moves with him using spiritual sense, which was fundamentally unable to test his true standard.

Looking at the situation before him, the Dharma practitioner in the Wind-Driving Chariot behind him was a good opponent to weigh his own cultivation. Moreover, he was also quite interested in the Dharma practitioners' spiritual arts and divine abilities.

If he could repel or even kill the opponent with a single strike, that would naturally be best. If not, it would still be an easy matter to employ the Wind and Thunder Wings to escape.

Engaging with the opponent could not drag on for too long, otherwise, it would be easy for delays to lead to changes. Furthermore, they were currently in the middle of the Mulan Grassland, so he absolutely could not afford to be entangled in battle.

Han Li quickly made his decision in his heart. Immediately, the blood light on his body flashed wildly a few times before dimming instantly. Replacing it, a cyan-colored glow erupted violently.

At the same time, his figure paused, and after his escape light made a large circle, he turned his head to face the rear.

Coldly glancing at the white light that was in hot pursuit, Han Li flicked his large sleeve, and dozens of cyan sword lights swarmed out from his cuff. After a low hum, they laid out a layer-upon-layer cyan sword formation like fish scales before him, the momentum of which was truly astonishing.

For his first fight against another Nascent Soul cultivator, Han Li would naturally not be careless. Besides unleashing all seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords, he reached out and summoned a spirit beast bag from his waist, casting it into the air.

The three-colored Gold-Devouring Beetles transformed into a massive cloud of insects and appeared in the air, but following the incantation that came from Han Li's mouth, all the flying insects circled once before directly charging downward.

Han Li's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he raised both hands, striking two cyan Dharma formulas into the insect cloud.

Instantly, under the envelopment of the cyan light, the insect cloud submerged Han Li within it.

But a moment later, three-colored insect armor appeared on Han Li's body. It was crystalline and ancient, flashing with a faint cyan light.

As it happened, because Han Li had paused, the Wind-Driving Chariot behind him caught up in an instant, and the Dharma practitioner in the chariot happened to see the astonishing scene of the insect armor forming.

The flying chariot, which had been pursuing without restraint, suddenly slowed down significantly, and it stopped when it was over a hundred feet away from Han Li.

Han Li glanced at it expressionlessly. Ignoring it, he instead took this opportunity to flip both hands; in one palm appeared a flower basket, while in the other palm appeared a small bell.

Subsequently, without a word, he threw the small bell toward the opposite side. With a flash of silver light, the small bell grew in the wind, transforming in an instant into a giant object several feet in size, shooting toward the opposite side with aggressive momentum.

At the same time, with a thought from Han Li, the seventy-two flying sword phantoms before him flashed, transforming into over two hundred cyan sword lights through the "one into three" technique.

Then, Han Li gave a low shout of "Go!"

A clear humming sound rose up, and all the sword lights flashed and linked together, transforming into a cyan rainbow giant wave over a hundred feet long, rolling toward the opposite side. It had the clear intent of following the silver bell to grind the Wind-Driving Chariot into fragments in one fell swoop.

The silver bell that had been cast first began to exert its power at this moment. Once it reached the space above the flying chariot, it spun rapidly, and low bell tolls rang out one after another. Pale silver waves, visible to the naked eye, rippled out with the giant bell as the center, covering the Wind-Driving Chariot below.

If the Dharma practitioner in the chariot had not been on guard, Han Li believed this strike would have been enough to make the opponent suffer a great loss.

After all, although the silver bell was still the original ancient treasure and had not changed, following Han Li's great advancement in cultivation, once this treasure was unleashed, its power had increased by nearly twofold, far from what it could be compared to during the Core Formation stage.

Of course, the Dharma practitioner in the flying chariot could not possibly take this head-on.

One could see the wooden wings of the Wind-Driving Chariot move slightly, and the chariot shot backward over ten feet, just happening to escape the coverage of the sound waves.

Following that, white light erupted from the chariot, and a human figure flew out from the white light, floating above the flying chariot. At this moment, the cyan giant rainbow that had followed arrived, striking wildly head-on.

Seeing this, the figure on the flying chariot did not panic, but raised one hand.

Blue light suddenly rose, and a layer of deep blue light screen appeared several feet above his head. At the moment the cyan rainbow struck the light screen, a bursting sound erupted.

Although this light screen shook and flashed incessantly, for a moment, it remained safe and sound.

Han Li, who was squinting in the distance, had his expression change slightly.

At this time, the Dharma practitioner was chanting incantations, and following that, he opened his mouth, and a slender blue thread sprayed out, transforming in the blink of an eye into a blue giant python that pounced out from the light screen, fiercely meeting Han Li's cyan rainbow sword light.

Instantly, cyan and blue lights intertwined, and rumbling sounds were heard from time to time.

Only then did the Dharma practitioner raise a hand, striking a Dharma formula onto the Wind-Driving Chariot below.

The flying chariot rapidly deformed and shrank, and after becoming only palm-sized, it automatically shot into the Dharma practitioner's hand, being calmly stored into his storage bag.

Then, this person raised his head and looked toward Han Li, revealing a gloomy and gaunt face.

Han Li's pupils constricted slightly. This was an old man of over sixty years, with some strange cyan tattoos pricked on both sides of his cheeks, wearing a blue brocade robe of a peculiar style. But what surprised him was not these, but the astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations on the opponent's body; he was actually a Dharma practitioner at the peak of the Nascent Soul early-stage, about to enter the mid-stage. It was no wonder he had so easily blocked his two waves of attacks.

And Han Li had also seen clearly that the blue light screen of the opponent was not unleashed out of thin air, but was released by a fist-sized round bead he was holding in one hand.

As for that blue strange python, after a sweep of his spiritual sense, he did not discover any host treasure for it to take form; it was truly composed entirely of spiritual power.

This made Han Li feel three parts more wary.

After his expression turned icy, the flower basket ancient treasure in his other hand began to flash with white light, about to be cast as well.

"Stop! Although your divine abilities are not low, you are a bit too impatient. I haven't even opened my mouth to speak, yet you, fellow Daoist, attacked without a word." Seeing Han Li's actions, the old man shouted to stop him with a solemn expression, his voice slightly stiff.

"What is there to say between a cultivator and a Dharma practitioner?" Han Li frowned and said coldly.

However, he still pointed at the silver bell, causing this ancient treasure to stop its attack and float motionlessly in the air. As for the flower basket in his hand, its spiritual light also faded.

He actually wanted to hear what this Dharma practitioner wanted to say.

"That is true. But since our cultivation has reached this stage, sometimes there is no need to fight to the death. As long as your answer, fellow Daoist, can satisfy me, this Master can also spare you, fellow Daoist." The old man chuckled and said indifferently.

"Answer? I have nothing to tell you. On the contrary, I have a few questions I would like to ask you." Han Li stared at the old man and said with a mocking expression on his lips.

He could guess what the opponent wanted to ask nine times out of ten without even thinking.

So many Nascent Soul stage cultivators appearing here all at once—anyone who saw this would be suspicious in their heart.

"It seems you, fellow Daoist, have rejected my good intentions!" Hearing Han Li's words, the old man surnamed Mu's expression turned gloomy.

After Han Li gave a cold snort, he suddenly pointed lightly at the high sky in front of him.

The cyan sword lights that had been entangled and tearing at each other condensed toward the center in a large area, and instantly, a giant sword about twenty or thirty feet long appeared out of thin air.

After a few slashes as fast as lightning, the blue strange python was immediately cut into several sections, and then the giant sword slashed down unceremoniously, with the momentum to smash both the light screen and the old man surnamed Mu into flying ash.

Seeing this scene, a ferocious expression flashed across the old man surnamed Mu's face. He stopped talking nonsense and raised one hand, casting that fist-sized precious bead into the air. Subsequently, he opened his mouth and sprayed a ball of vital energy directly onto the surface of the bead.

The precious bead flashed with blue light and spun rapidly out of thin air. Threads of blue silk flew out from the round bead, and in the blink of an eye, a blue silk net a foot large appeared beneath the light screen.

At the same time, the old man chanted incantations, and after striking a Dharma formula with both hands, blue spiritual light rose into the sky from his body, forming a massive blue light ball that floated uncertainly above the old man's head.

The giant sword had already slashed down, colliding fiercely with the light screen.

It did not exceed Han Li's expectations; how could this light screen easily withstand a giant sword condensed from over two hundred sword lights?

As a result, a loud "Zila" sound rang out.

The light screen was split in two almost without any resistance, and then the giant sword slashed head-on into the giant net below.

Net. ===== CHAPTER 689 =====