Chapter 689: Ice Crystals and Black Peak

But the scene below somewhat exceeded Han Li's imagination.

The moment the giant sword touched the silk net, the net immediately flashed with blue light, and the crystalline, slender net threads were unexpectedly exceptionally tough and firm.

After the giant sword slashed fiercely in the net a few times, not only did it fail to break this object, but instead, under the old man's manipulation, this net wrapped around it layer after layer, and a moment later, it was instead trapped within it. Although it could not be completely suppressed by the opponent, it was truly difficult to break free for a moment.

Han Li frowned, and just as he was about to employ another Dharma formula, the old man opposite him took the initiative.

After a flash of gloomy coldness appeared on his face, his hands formed various strange hand seals like a spinning wheel, and at the same time, streaks of colorful Dharma formulas shot out rapidly from between his hands, all striking the spiritual light ball above his head.

Instantly, the blue spiritual ball began to shrink and deform, and amidst the obscure and difficult-to-understand incantations, it burst open in an instant.

Countless slender ice crystals the size of a palm subsequently appeared out of thin air around the old man, flashing with blue light and covering an area of over ten feet in radius.

A fierce expression appeared in the old man's eyes, and he pointed fiercely at Han Li with both hands wide open, spitting out a cold "Go!"

Instantly, the ice crystals filling the sky seemed to follow this sound like strong bows and hard crossbows, all shooting over together.

The dense blue crystal rays immediately covered the position where Han Li was located, and the momentum looked truly terrifying!

"Is this a spiritual art?"

Han Li was startled, a look of surprise appearing on his face. However, his hands did not stop for a moment. Without thinking, he cast out the flower basket ancient treasure he had just stimulated, and at the same time, he patted the spirit beast bag at his waist, and another wave of three-colored Gold-Devouring Beetles surged out wildly from the bag, and under Han Li's urging, they immediately surrounded Han Li.

However, this time the Gold-Devouring Beetles did not condense into anything, but instead danced and spun wildly in the vicinity, forming an impenetrable insect shield, and Han Li's figure became blurry and unclear.

And after the flower basket left his hand, it transformed into a streak of white energy, meeting the ice crystals filling the sky that were shooting over from the opposite side.

As a result, the portion of ice crystals that collided head-on were all sucked into it as the white energy rolled and contracted.

Seeing this scene, the other ice crystals seemed to have spiritual intelligence, splitting left and right, unexpectedly bypassing the insect shield in front of Han Li from both sides.

"Pu," "Pu" muffled sounds rang out one after another!

The prismatic ice crystals were blocked by the insect shield. They paused slightly, but still tore open one hole after another, plunging into it one after another. The insect shield subsequently returned to its original state, and inside, it was silent, as if nothing had happened at all.

Seeing this situation, the old man surnamed Mu could not help but be startled.

This "Ice Crystal Art" of his looked similar to the "Ice Rain Art" in the cultivators' Five Elements Dao Arts, just with a larger quantity. But in reality, these ice prisms were all transformed from the Profound Essence Cold Qi he had cultivated himself; they were not only sharp and keen, but also exceptionally cold. Cultivators who did not know the truth, even if they could rely on protective magic treasures to temporarily take them head-on, would absolutely be unable to withstand the follow-up of being frozen by the cold energy after the ice prisms shattered.

But now, these ice prisms had disappeared without a trace after shooting in, which made him feel astonished.

The old man hesitated for a moment. Just as he wanted to use his spiritual sense to investigate the situation inside the insect shield, a loud noise suddenly came from above his head.

He only felt his ears "buzz," and then it went black before his eyes. Caught off guard, he almost fell directly from the air.

In shock and anger, the old man hurriedly rubbed his hands together and slapped his body fiercely, and a layer of white protective shield suddenly appeared on his body. Only then did he stand firm and look up.

He saw that above his head, the silver giant bell had arrived at the space above at some unknown time, and the huge sound just now was emitted by this bell.

And at this moment, this bell flashed with silver light. A second loud noise rang out, but this time it was not aimed at the old man who was on guard, but released circles of sound waves, aiming at the blue giant net and the cyan giant sword struggling inside on the side.

"Not good!" The old man was startled, immediately waking up, and hurriedly wanted to employ a Dharma formula to block it. But he was clearly a step too late.

As a result, the blue silk net was shattered inch by inch under the impact of those pale silver sound waves, and the giant sword broke free from its restraints. It slashed down fiercely toward the old man once again unceremoniously.

Before the sword edge arrived, the massive pressure had already rushed toward his face.

Although the old man still had a layer of protective shield to block it, how could he dare to take such an astonishingly massive giant sword head-on? With a pale face, his figure swayed, and under the envelopment of blue light, he shot backward over thirty feet, dodging the slash of the giant sword.

Subsequently, he did not hesitate to summon the round bead in the air. This magic treasure immediately flew and shot to the top of his head, and after he sprayed a mouthful of vital energy onto it, it re-supported a light screen to protect him, and only then did the old man look toward the opposite side with a solemn expression.

His expression changed, turning pale.

The insect shield on the opposite side had already collapsed amidst buzzing sounds, re-transforming into an insect cloud floating above Han Li's head.

And Han Li himself was holding a deep blue ice flower the size of a few inches in one hand, looking at him indifferently.

As the two pairs of eyes met, the icy expression in the opponent's eyes made the old man's heart tremble. But then his gaze shifted, not looking at Han Li, but staring fixedly at the small ice flower in Han Li's hand, a look of suspicion and uncertainty appearing on his face.

Under the sunlight, this ice flower was crystalline and exceptionally beautiful. But the old man did not care about this at all. What he cared about was that even though he was separated from Han Li by such a distance, having cultivated ice-attribute spiritual arts for hundreds of years, he could sense astonishing icy spiritual power from the ice flower; although it was somewhat unfamiliar, it unexpectedly made the old man feel an inexplicable sense of awe, which made him secretly terrified in his heart.

In an instant, the old man pursed his lips, and with an ugly expression, he opened his mouth and said:

"The spiritual art I just unleashed was broken by you, fellow Daoist, using this object? What kind of treasure is this? Can you tell me, fellow Daoist?"

Hearing this, Han Li chuckled.

"A treasure? Let's consider it one. As for what this is, if you are willing to tell me about the spiritual art you just used, fellow Daoist, it is not impossible for me to say a thing or two." After Han Li smiled, he said indifferently.

"Why, you, fellow Daoist, as a cultivator, are also interested in our Dharma practitioners' spiritual arts? This is somewhat interesting!" The shock on the old man's face gradually faded, and he returned to his gloomy and cold expression.

But Han Li could faintly see the wariness of the ice flower in his hand from his flickering eyes, and he could not help but reveal a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, showing an appearance of being too lazy to answer.

The old man saw Han Li's expression and was furious in his heart.

After a cold snort, he patted the storage bag at his waist, and after black light flashed in his hand, something suddenly appeared.

It was pitch black, unexpectedly a seemingly small miniature mountain.

Han Li was stunned, and before he could carefully examine this object, the old man was already chanting incantations. Subsequently, he threw the small mountain into the air, and instantly, black light flowed on the surface of the mountain, and its volume expanded wildly, transforming in an instant to several dozen feet in size, and it was still continuing to grow.

Witnessing this scene, Han Li gasped.

Without thinking, he pointed at the cyan giant sword. The giant sword gave a clear hum, transformed into a cyan rainbow, and directly escaped and shot to the space above the small mountain, slashing fiercely downward, striking the top of the small mountain head-on.

With a loud "Boom," broken stones flew everywhere, and brilliance erupted, cyan light and black light intertwined and collided.

Han Li's eyes constricted as he glanced at it. The top of the black mountain peak had been slashed by his sword, creating a gap seven or eight feet long and a foot deep, but it was clearly far from enough to split this mountain in two.

But just as he witnessed it with his own eyes, the gap healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and before he could slash a second time, it had already restored more than half.

And at this time, the mountain peak had already expanded to over a hundred feet in size amidst the black light, and there was no difference from a real small mountain. Even though Han Li was bold and calm, witnessing the towering black mountain peak before him, his eyelids could not help but jump wildly, and his expression turned even uglier.

He did not need to think to guess that if he were truly hit head-on by this mountain peak, no insect shield or insect armor would be able to withstand this object, and he would be ground into powder in an instant.

At this time, Han Li's giant sword slashed the mountain peak a few more times, but it was fundamentally of no use.

After the old man gave a gloomy laugh, he pointed at the mountain peak with one hand.

The mountain peak gave a "Whoosh" sound, and the next moment it unexpectedly appeared above Han Li's head, and then it smashed down fiercely.

Han Li was greatly startled, and before he could think about how such a massive object could have a teleportation evasion technique, the sound of thunder rang out behind his back, and he disappeared without a trace amidst the silver light.

And at a distance of over thirty feet away, Han Li's figure appeared again, only with a pair of silver-white Wind and Thunder Wings on his back.

"Eh!" Witnessing Han Li's instant disappearance, it was the old man's turn to be greatly startled.

With his expression changing drastically, his figure shot backward instantly again, opening the distance between him and Han Li, looking extremely cautious. Not only was his gaze fixed on Han Li, but it was also filled with shock.

At this moment, this old man surnamed Mu finally understood one thing: the opponent was not an ordinary Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator. With such a teleportation divine ability, it was fundamentally impossible for him to keep the opponent, and it seemed that this trip would mostly end in failure.

After all, with his cultivation, the divine ability to drive such a massive black peak to teleport instantly could only be used a few times at most.

Every time he employed the Dharma formula, it would cause his magic power to suffer significant loss. He did not dare to use it much.

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