Chapter 727: Purple Luo Extreme Fire

Han Li sat cross-legged in a quiet room on the second floor of the pavilion, his eyes closed, his whole body glowing with green light, his ten fingers forming a strange magic art, and a ball of purple flame the size of a chicken egg floated gently between his palms, flickering incessantly.

This was the demonic flame Han Li had cultivated using the Dry Blue Ice Flame and the cold air sprayed by the Six-Winged Frost Centipede.

The power of this fire was clearly a cut above the Dry Blue Ice Flame and could be considered Han Li's greatest trump card today.

After discovering this fire, every time Han Li refined a wisp of Dry Blue Ice Flame in the future, he would immediately convert it into the purple demonic flame, truly making it his own.

And in order to distinguish it from the Repairing Saint Fire, Han Li called it the "Purple Luo Extreme Fire."

He believed that even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would be unable to bear it if they were contaminated by this fire. As for whether it could kill a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Han Li had never truly seen a late-stage cultivator take action, so he couldn't predict it for the time being.

The pity was that although this fire was incredibly sharp, it was limited by the amount of Dry Blue Ice Flame refined, and Han Li could only manipulate this much Purple Luo Extreme Fire for now. Otherwise, if the number of this extreme fire were to double or triple, it would not be impossible to fight a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator openly.

"Congratulations, Master! This Purple Luo Extreme Fire seems to have increased in power by 30% compared to when this servant first saw it. It seems this fire still has a lot of potential to be tapped!" A pleasant voice from Silver Moon echoed in Han Li's mind.

Han Li heard this, a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and without a word, he opened his mouth, inhaled, and the ball of Purple Luo Extreme Fire instantly turned into a thin line of flame, which was sucked into his abdomen.

Only then did he loosen his ten fingers and put away the cultivation technique.

"This Purple Luo Heavenly Fire is sharp, but unfortunately, the quantity is too small and is not enough to be fully relied upon. What I hope for most now is to be able to open that 'Void Heaven Treasure Cauldron.' If the power of the Heaven-Connecting Spirit Treasure you mentioned is not false, having this cauldron in hand should be enough to sweep across Tiannan. Only then can one truly sleep soundly in this world," Han Li said slowly with his eyes open.

"Master, rest assured, the supernatural ability of the Void Heaven Cauldron is only above what this servant said, not below it," Silver Moon laughed confidently.

Han Li nodded upon hearing this and was about to say something else when a white light suddenly flew in from outside. Ying Ning's crisp voice came hurriedly from the white light.

"Senior Uncle Han, come to the hall quickly! Senior Ma and the others have returned, and the Mulan people are about to arrive."

After saying this, the white light circled once and flew out of the quiet room.

Han Li's face sank, cold light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up and walked out.

When Han Li arrived in the hall, Gu Gu Shuangpu and the bald-browed man had already arrived.

And the elder of the Haoran Pavilion who went to meet them, along with another hunchbacked, pale-faced brocade-robed cultivator, were talking to the two.

The Brother Murong brothers, Ying Ning, and others were standing on the side listening, all with solemn expressions.

However, Ying Ning saw Han Li walk in, looked over, and smiled sweetly.

"Fellow Daoist Han has also arrived. Let me introduce you. This is Fellow Daoist Bu Bu Yunhe who presided over the Heavenly Terrace Valley. This is Fellow Daoist Han of the Falling Cloud Sect," the bald-browed man forced a smile and introduced them, trying to appear relaxed.

Seeing this scene, Han Li's heart sank slightly.

It seemed the situation was even less optimistic than he had imagined!

"I have heard of Fellow Daoist Bu's great name from Brother Lu long ago. It is truly joyous that you were able to escape unscathed," Han Li revealed a trace of kindness at the corners of his mouth and said politely.

"This miserable appearance of mine truly makes Fellow Daoist Han laugh. This time, thanks to Fellow Daoist Ma's help, otherwise, it would have been truly dangerous," Bu Bu Yunhe also knew of Han Li's existence from others, so there was no look of surprise on his face, but he said with a bitter smile, revealing his gratitude to Elder Ma.

"It's nothing, just a small effort. However, those pursuers retreated on their own before I even took action, which really made me feel a bit depressed!" The elder laughed and said.

"This is because of the ancient treasure you have, Fellow Daoist. The momentum was too shocking. Those Mulan people didn't dare to collide head-on without certainty. However, this invasion by the spellcasters is truly very different from the previous few times. Not only are they much better trained, but the giant beasts they carry are even more powerful. Not only are they thick-skinned and armored, but their bodies are also huge. Plus, they have been blessed with various strange ancient restrictions. Once they break into the great array, the array being broken is only a matter of time." Bu Bu Yunhe said, his face still showing a lingering fear.

"Could it be that even with your Nascent Soul cultivation, you couldn't hurt those giant beasts?" Han Li was stunned upon hearing this, his face showing a strange expression.

Although he had long known that the spellcasters' army this time carried giant beasts that were different from ordinary ones, he still found it hard to believe that they were so powerful.

"With my cultivation plus a full-force strike of my magic treasure, I could hurt this beast, but at that time, I was attacked by two high-tier spellcasters, and I couldn't spare any energy. Brother Lu has reinforcements like Brother Ma here, so it shouldn't be as easy to lose as my Heavenly Terrace Valley," Bu Bu Yunhe sighed and said, not looking very optimistic.

"Fellow Daoist Bu, how many Divine Master-level spellcasters are in this team of spellcasters? If the number is not large, the five of us Nascent Soul cultivators can go out together and catch the other side off guard. Even if we can't kill one or two Nascent Soul-level spellcasters, injuring them is also good," Gu Gu Shuangpu suggested gloomily.

"This is afraid to disappoint Brother Gu. Although I haven't fought them one by one, besides the two Divine Masters who showed their faces, I also saw another strange spellcaster who asked us to pay more attention later. That person didn't take action, but the aura on his body was indeed strange; he might really be transformed from some alien species. Besides these three, I can't be sure if there are other high-tier spellcasters hiding," Bu Bu Yunhe sighed and said, not approving.

"In that case, let's weigh the other side's strength first. If the other side's strength is too strong, we will rely on the great array to confront the other side. Anyway, the current task is just to buy some time for the rear," the bald-browed man heard this and nodded in agreement.

Gu Gu Shuangpu's brows furrowed, revealing an indifferent look, and he didn't insist anymore.

Han Li and Elder Ma had no other opinions.

Thus, the bald-browed man let the Daoist Chong Yun take Bu Bu Yunhe to a quiet room to heal his injuries, and then ordered the cultivators to arrange for the defeated Heavenly Terrace Valley cultivators and immediately ordered to increase the manpower guarding the great array.

Watching the bald-browed man arrange everything in an orderly manner, Han Li nodded secretly.

It seemed that it was not without reason that the Nine Nations Alliance sent this person to guard this side

Just at this moment, everyone in the hall suddenly heard a burst of "rumbling" war drum sounds, faintly coming from afar, and the sound grew louder and louder, like thunder on a clear day.

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed.

"It seems the Mulan tribesmen are pursuing quite urgently. We had just returned, and they followed right on our heels." The elderly man surnamed Ma said, his face covered in frost and his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

"Very well, let us meet them first and see what formidable figures are among this group of spellcasters before deciding. This time, I must trouble the three fellow Daoists. You two should also come out with us; after all, you have already clashed with them, and you can give us a heads-up about any of their sinister methods." The big man with bald eyebrows first cupped his fists at Han Li and the other two, then turned his head to instruct the two Core Formation cultivators who had retreated together with Bu Bu Yunhe.

Those two were one with thick eyebrows and large eyes, a dark complexion, and the other with a horse-like face and thin eyebrows, looking somewhat gloomy.

Hearing the big man surnamed Lu say this, they looked at each other and immediately cupped their fists, agreeing readily.

Han Li, however, looked leisurely toward the direction where the drum sounds were coming from, his face expressionless, his thoughts unknown.

On the south side of Mount Huanglong, a vast, dark mass of Mulan spellcasters was riding on several types of strange-looking flying magic tools, arranged neatly in the high sky, overlooking the green sea of fog that was dozens of miles wide.

At the very front of the spellcaster army, over a dozen people stood side by side, their bodies flickering with various spiritual lights and treasures; these were the high-tier spellcasters of the Mulan people.

Among these people, three were the most eye-catching. One was shrouded in red light, with a strange, bowl-thick fire snake coiling around his body, looking ferocious and terrifying. Another was withered, thin, and exceptionally tall, like a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

There was also one shrouded in a black robe, whose face could not be seen, but his whole body emitted an eerie black Qi, and faint sounds of ghosts crying could be heard from his robe, making people shiver and not dare to approach.

The actual situation was indeed so; the others were clustered around the other two, and only this black-robed spellcaster floated alone in front of the crowd, as if he were not of the same group as the other spellcasters.

The other spellcasters also looked at the black-robed person with shifty eyes, full of awe. But if one looked closely, one would find that this awe actually contained a hint of disgust.

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