Chapter 690: Ice Sealing

Just as the old man surnamed Mu was greatly shocked in his heart and secretly harbored thoughts of retreating, Han Li looked at the black mountain peak, a trace of temptation appearing on his face.

Such a peculiar and astonishing treasure, one look and it was clear it could not have been refined by the Dharma practitioner old man; it was mostly some astonishing ancient treasure left behind by an ancient cultivator.

And with the power of this treasure, Han Li believed that even if a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator were to take a strike from this mountain peak head-on, they would absolutely be unable to remain safe and sound.

As long as it could hit, this was almost a means to settle the outcome in one strike.

If he could get this object into his hands, he could immediately make up for the defect of his own insufficient attack power.

Moreover, he was also quite interested in the Wind-Driving Chariot in the old man's hands.

Thinking this way, Han Li's gaze shifted to stare at the old man, his expression gradually turning icy, and a trace of sharp killing intent appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Although they had not exchanged many blows, he was confident he had a rough understanding of the opponent's cultivation technique.

And he did not know if the opponent was unlucky? The cultivation technique the old man primarily cultivated and the spiritual arts he used were all ice-attribute. And for him, who had absorbed the Dry Blue Ice Flame, this did not pose much of a threat. Just now, so many ice prisms had attacked, yet they were all easily turned into nothingness by the ice flower transformed from his Dry Blue Ice Flame.

And this black mountain peak that could teleport was likely the opponent's most powerful treasure. But under the lightning evasion of the Wind and Thunder Wings, it fundamentally could not do anything to him.

Looking at it this way, it was not impossible to eliminate the opponent.

Han Li made his decision in his heart and did not hesitate any longer.

He shook the hand holding the ice flower, and after blue light flashed, the ice flower rapidly deformed and melted, transforming into a ball of blue flame the size of an egg, floating uncertainly in his palm, revealing a trace of a strange aura.

Han Li pointed at the giant sword and the silver bell in the air with his other hand simultaneously, and subsequently, the sound of thunder rang out behind his back. With a slight movement of his wings, his figure disappeared instantly. The next moment, when he appeared again, he was already within a hundred feet of the old man, holding the blue flame.

And the giant sword and the silver bell had already erupted with brilliance, transforming into two streaks of light, one silver and one cyan, flying and shooting toward the old man.

Among them, the giant sword suddenly disintegrated in mid-flight, transforming once again into hundreds of cyan-colored sword qi a foot long, descending from the sky. It immediately trapped the old man within the group of swords.

Cyan light flashed incessantly, and the sword qi slashed fiercely toward the old man's protective light screen.

And the silver bell released silver sound waves one after another, and under the impact, the light screen shook incessantly.

This series of attacks made the old man somewhat surprised, but he was not panicked in his heart. Besides injecting a large amount of spiritual power into the precious bead above his head to make the light screen around his body even thicker, he quickly formed a Dharma formula with one hand. Blue spiritual light flashed on his body, and then it shot out from his body.

After a burst of spinning, the spiritual light transformed into four crystalline ice shields a few feet in size, small and exquisite, slowly spinning. They protected the old man within them.

After having the protection of these few ice shields, the old man felt at ease in his heart, and his other hand immediately summoned the black mountain peak in the distance, causing it to transform into a black rainbow. It flew and shot back.

Of course, he also harbored fear toward Han Li's teleportation, and his eyes flashed with sharp light, constantly looking left and right, fearing that Han Li would suddenly appear nearby and launch a sneak attack on him.

He was truly worthy of being a Nascent Soul stage Dharma practitioner; his combat experience was truly rich.

When the rumbling sound rang out again, Han Li appeared ten feet to the side of the old man amidst the electric light. And he raised his hand, and a dense patch of cyan threads sprayed out wildly from his hand; it was the exceptionally sharp "Green Underworld Needle" talisman treasure.

At such a short distance, the old man surnamed Mu fundamentally could not react in time, and those countless cyan threads immediately pierced through the blue light screen, striking directly onto the four ice shields.

"Pitter-patter" sounds like rain hitting fallen leaves rang out. As the cyan threads shot onto the ice shields, white light erupted. They unexpectedly instantly condensed into white, crystalline ice needles, falling down one after another.

Seeing this scene, the old man surnamed Mu was first startled then happy. Subsequently, he gave a hearty laugh, and opening his mouth, a blue light pillar sprayed out from his mouth, shooting directly toward Han Li who was close at hand.

The result was naturally that Han Li flashed with silver light, and his figure disappeared again.

But during this delay, the black giant peak flew back to the top of the old man's head, pitch black, truly astonishing.

And the old man did not hesitate to strike a Dharma formula onto it.

Instantly, this mountain peak trembled slightly, and suddenly released a large patch of black brilliance from the bottom, immediately taking the old man as the center, covering the hundreds of cyan sword lights and the silver giant bell within it.

These treasures, which had been attacking happily, immediately showed signs of sluggishness and dullness as they twisted and turned, their power greatly reduced.

The light screen around the old man, which had been shaking fiercely, stabilized once again.

Seeing this scene, the old man felt greatly at ease in his heart.

Subsequently, he flipped one hand, and white light flashed. The Wind-Driving Chariot he had put away earlier reappeared in his palm. With a light throw, this chariot grew in the wind, and in a short while, it returned to its original size. It landed to the side.

He did not know why, but ever since the ice flower in the opponent's hand transformed into a small ball of blue strange flame, the old man surnamed Mu had faintly felt an ominous premonition. Waiting until the Wind and Thunder Wings behind Han Li appeared, he finally felt that the situation was not feasible and decided to retreat, no longer entangled.

Now, seeing the Wind-Driving Chariot stimulated successfully, the old man immediately transformed into a long rainbow, and after flashing a few times, he rushed out of the obstruction of the flying swords, directly escaping toward the Wind-Driving Chariot.

His speed was so fast that he arrived in the blink of an eye.

The brilliance faded, and the old man appeared safely in the Wind-Driving Chariot.

His heart relaxed, and just as he wanted to put away the precious bead and the black mountain peak that were still in their original places, a thunderous sound suddenly came from one side of the Wind-Driving Chariot.

Amidst the jumping electric arcs, Han Li's figure appeared there suddenly.

"Ah..."

The old man was greatly startled, and just as he raised his hand to take action, Han Li's arm suddenly reached out, and a palm enveloped in Dry Blue Ice Flame closed its five fingers with a "Swish," stabbing toward the old man like lightning.

The old man was startled, but the ice shield floating around his body automatically protected its master with spiritual intelligence. After white light flashed, it blocked in front of the old man, and the palm slashed directly onto the ice shield.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Mu revealed a trace of joy.

The opponent was unexpectedly attacking his "Crystal Ice Shield" with bare hands. Was this not seeking his own death!

Presumably, the next moment, the opponent's arm would be frozen and destroyed by the extreme cold energy.

With a muffled "Bang," white light and blue light shone simultaneously.

The old man was startled, and only felt a blur before his eyes, and a chill on his chest. The palm enveloped in blue flame pressed onto his chest like a ghost. The movement was exceptionally gentle.

The old man was terrified in his heart, and before he could scream, he heard a "Zila" sound. Strange blue ice spread rapidly from where Han Li's five fingers pressed, and between one breath and the next, most of his body was covered in this strange ice, and it looked like the whole person was about to be frozen within it in an instant.

The old man was terrified to the extreme. Helpless, he hurriedly mobilized a piece of Danyang Fire he had cultivated for hundreds of years, causing his only intact head to immediately release dazzling white brilliance, blocking the spread of the freezing at his neck, unexpectedly stalemating with the blue ice there.

Seeing this, Han Li sneered, and his other empty palm swung fiercely.

A cyan sword qi appeared out of thin air, slashing fiercely onto the old man's head.

Instantly, the white brilliance trembled, allowing the blue ice to gain the upper hand, invading half of his head in an instant, freezing the old man's mouth and nostrils within it as well.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Mu, with only half a face remaining, revealed a look of despair, but subsequently, a fierce expression flashed in his eyes, and a clear hum rang out from his crown.

With a "Puchi" sound, a Nascent Soul with the same face as the old man appeared above his head.

Han Li's expression sank, and without thinking, he opened his mouth, and a golden arc slashed fiercely toward the Nascent Soul.

But after the old man's Nascent Soul escaped, it did not delay in the slightest. Dazzling blue brilliance rose, and it disappeared instantly. The golden arc shot into empty space.

And when Han Li focused his eyes to look around, the Nascent Soul finally appeared a hundred feet away, and then without a moment's hesitation, blue light rose again, and it disappeared once more.

This time, the blue precious bead that had remained in place trembled, and also disappeared.

When it appeared again, the precious bead was already held in the arms of the old man's Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul swept a glance at Han Li with an extremely resentful gaze, and without a word, its figure flickered in and out of existence. Before long, it transformed into a speck of light and reached the edge of the horizon.

Subsequently, it no longer used teleportation, but directly drove the precious bead, breaking through the air and flying away. Before long, it disappeared without a trace.

And Han Li looked coldly at the opponent's Nascent Soul fleeing away, holding the old man's corpse in one hand, not moving a step from his original place.

Although his Wind and Thunder Wing divine ability was also a lightning evasion technique like teleportation, one was fleeing and one was chasing, yet he could do nothing to the opponent. Therefore, once the opponent's Nascent Soul was not killed in one strike, he had no need to strike a second time.

Now, seeing the old man's Nascent Soul flee in a panic without a trace, Han Li expressionlessly shook his hand, and the frozen corpse of the old man he was holding shattered inch by inch, transforming into blue crystal light filling the sky, falling into the dust one after another!

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