Chapter 761: Enemy Plot

Han Li sat quietly in the room, and after an unknown amount of time, the spiritual power he had consumed while rushing on the road gradually recovered to its peak state.

When he opened his eyes and looked inside his body, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Since practicing the Azure Origin Sword Technique to the tenth layer, he clearly felt that his spiritual power recovery had increased significantly compared to before, which could be considered an unexpected joy.

Thinking this way in his heart, Han Li pondered for a moment, then reached out and took out a dark, shiny wooden box from his bosom, with several blue-glowing restriction talismans pasted on the lid.

With a flick of his hand on the lid, the talismans fell off and turned into several blue lights that shot into his sleeve.

Han Li tapped the box with a finger, and the lid opened by itself, revealing the object inside.

A talisman the size of a palm, covered in runes, lay quietly in the box, and a blood-red small dragon seemed to be swimming on the surface of the talisman.

Han Li beckoned lightly at the talisman, and the talisman flew out, circled, and landed lightly in his hand.

He had spent several days and failed three times before finally successfully refining this talisman. Although he didn't know how powerful it was, he could be certain that this "Spirit-Descending Talisman" had significantly reduced power compared to the description in the refining method.

After all, the three failed talisman-making attempts had caused that eighth-level dragon soul to lose most of its soul power, and its true effectiveness could only be tested in actual combat.

Han Li stroked the various runes on the surface of the talisman with his fingers and fell into deep thought, his expression changing unpredictably.

While Han Li was sitting in the room thinking, in a certain stone room twenty or thirty feet underground, dozens of miles away from the Tiannan camp, several mysterious figures were also surrounding a stone table, discussing something.

Five men and two women. Among them, one man and one woman were covered in black robes, unable to see their faces at all.

Among the others, two were people Han Li knew. One was the woman surnamed Le who had used the ancient lamp in the Battle of Mount Huanglong and made him suffer a not-so-small loss. The other was the middle-aged Confucian scholar, that Divine Master Zhong, who had chased him for several days and nights and caused him to suffer heavy damage to his vitality.

The other three men were a dark, thin old man, a dwarf less than four feet tall, and a majestic-looking man in brocade clothes.

"Divine Master Le, how is the spirit oil preparation going? You must know that the length of time the holy lamp is lit is related to the length of time the holy bird appears in this world. There can be no mistakes," the thin old man, whose face was full of wrinkles but whose eyes were clear and crystal-like, sat in a corner of the stone table and asked the woman surnamed Le indifferently.

"Divine Master Zhu, please rest assured. This battle is related to the life and death of my tribe, so I have brought all the lamp oil that my tribe has stored for over a thousand years. It is enough to support the holy bird to finish this battle," the green-robed woman surnamed Le said with a solemn face.

"Brother Zhong, the spiritual art array you organized should also be no problem, right? Compared to Tiannan cultivators, our Dharma Masters are inferior to the opponent in both quantity and quality of magic tools, so we can only rely on spiritual art arrays to suppress the opponent's attacks," the old man turned his face and asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar again.

"No problem. My spiritual art Dharma array of several hundred years is not for nothing. I have already passed on several newly improved large arrays to them. If Tiannan cultivators still measure this battle with the power of their original spiritual art Dharma arrays, they will definitely be taken by surprise," the Confucian scholar said calmly.

"That's good! Brother Bi, once the melee starts, you let all high-tier Dharma Masters summon the Void Spirit Beasts to attack first, to attract the opponent's attacks and consume the cultivators' spiritual power as much as possible. Sect Master Fang, this still requires the cooperation of your giant beasts," the thin old man ordered the dwarf, and then spoke politely to the black-robed man.

"Before the battle starts, I will hand those giant beasts to you. However, the matter that your tribe promised us, don't go back on your word after it's done," the black-robed man agreed, but added another sentence meaningfully.

"Go back on our word? Brother Fang is joking. After fighting a great war with the cultivators, would our Mulan tribe do something stupid that offends your sect? Anyway, your Yinluo Sect is one of the top ten demonic sects of Great Jin. Once our Mulan tribe seizes Tiannan, we will only try our best to recuperate; handing over a few mortal nations to your sect to manage is not a big deal. Anyway, these mortals are all Yan tribe people, and we won't ask about their life or death at all," the thin old man's eyes flickered, and he said coldly.

"That's good. This time, if it weren't for our Yinluo Sect's treasure, the 'Ghost Luo Banner,' being destroyed by those righteous path guys, and us urgently needing a large amount of living souls to repair it, our sect would never have been involved in the struggle between you Dharma Masters and Tiannan cultivators. Collecting living souls in Great Jin would definitely be entangled by those righteous path guys. Although we don't fear them, the repair of the treasure cannot be delayed," the black-robed man nodded and said with an emotionless voice.

"In addition, all the living souls of the cultivators who die in this great war also belong to our sect. Divine Master Zhu, you have no objections to this, right?" the black-robed woman also spoke. But her voice was rough and hoarse, which was completely inconsistent with her slender figure, and anyone who heard it for the first time would definitely be startled.

"The cultivators', we naturally won't ask about. But Dharma Master living souls, can you identify them and let them go? You have been collecting the living souls of the war dead recklessly for some time, which has already made us three old guys very passive. We can make some compensation in other aspects," upon hearing this, the thin old man's expression changed slightly before he said.

"This won't do. The yin souls of cultivators and Dharma Masters originally have no difference at all, and it is completely impossible to distinguish them in detail. Moreover, tomorrow in the battle, the number of dead Dharma Masters and cultivators will definitely be in the thousands; how do you expect us to identify them one by one? Are the three Divine Masters planning to break their promise on this matter?" the black-robed man narrowed his eyes, and his pupils instantly turned emerald green, and gloomy cold air emerged from his whole body.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Zhong and the dwarf surnamed Bi saw this and were secretly annoyed. Although they didn't make any moves, one had silver light slightly revealed on his body, and the other had red light flashing on his face, simultaneously staring at the black-robed man without speaking.

The majestic man in brocade clothes and the woman surnamed Le also stared coldly at the black-robed man with unhappy expressions.

One must know that the matter of collecting the living souls of war-dead Dharma Masters had long made these people extremely dissatisfied. If it weren't for truly being unable to do without these Jin Nation demonic cultivators, they might have turned against them long ago.

"Cough! Stop, what are you doing? Sect Master Fang is a guest personally invited by Zhu. Don't you even give Zhu face?" the old man coughed lightly, and his expression sank.

And the black-robed woman on the other side also moved her lips and transmitted a sentence to the black-robed man.

The black-robed man heard this, the green light in his eyes gradually receded, and the cold air around his body also flashed and disappeared strangely, without a trace.

The Confucian scholar and the others saw this and let out a long breath, also dispersing their spiritual power.

They were very clear that although they didn't like the other side, they were each getting what they needed, and it was not the time for infighting.

"In this way. You can take away the living souls. But you must do it secretly after the war, and you must not let others see it. Otherwise, we truly cannot suppress the people below," the thin old man hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and saying.

"Alright. This condition, our sect can agree to," the black-robed man's eyes flickered before nodding in agreement.

The Confucian scholar and the others were still somewhat dissatisfied, but they could only do this.

"Is the method your sect prepared for the gambling battle really feasible? Don't let it backfire. You must know that Tiannan also has demonic cultivators; don't let the opponent recognize it at a glance," the majestic man in brocade clothes suddenly said indifferently.

"Demonic cultivators? They can be considered as such! It's just that they know some superficial cultivation techniques. Or they are clever and have changed their demonic cultivation techniques beyond recognition. How would they know the power of true ancient demonic arts," the black-robed man laughed coldly and said with disdain.

"Is that so! But an elder of your sect seemed to have been instantly killed by a Tiannan cultivator of the same rank. I think Sect Master Fang had better not underestimate them," the dwarf surnamed Bi curled his lips and said with a hint of sarcasm.

The black-robed man's eyes turned cold, and he snorted coldly, but didn't refute anything.

But the black-robed woman took this opportunity to speak.

"I was actually just about to say this. That cultivator who can release golden arcs is of some use to our Yinluo Sect, and we hope the three Divine Masters will capture him alive and hand him over to us for processing. I wonder what you Divine Masters think?"

"Hand him over to you!" The thin old man heard this and pondered.

"Why, you won't even agree to this small condition, you three?" the black-robed woman seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but her voice became even rougher and uglier.

"If it were just a mere Core Formation early-stage cultivator, handing him over to you two Fellow Daoists would naturally be no problem. But if it involves Geng Essence magic treasures, it would be different," the old man stared at the black-robed woman, squeezed a strange smile out of his wrinkled face, and said unhurriedly.

"So Fellow Daoist Zhu has already guessed it." The black-robed woman's heart sank, and she felt somewhat surprised.

"Although our Mulan grasslands are poor, I, this old man, know a little bit about the three great divine woods of the cultivation world. Although not many people know about the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, it still can't be hidden from us," the old man said leisurely.

"Since you know about the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder, you should know that our demonic sect absolutely cannot let this item fall into the hands of others. If you have any conditions, just say it directly," the black-robed man saw the other party's intention and asked directly and coldly.

"Very simple, I heard that besides bringing over a dozen giant beasts this time, your sect also brought quite a few copper-armored refining corpses. I hope that when the battle is critical tomorrow, Brother Fang can release this batch of corpse soldiers to help our tribe. After all, no matter how well we prepare, we don't know how the cultivators will respond. Naturally, we have to be more careful," the old man's cheeks trembled slightly, and he said with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Oh! I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Zhu to know quite a bit about our sect's secret techniques. Although copper-armored corpse soldiers are relatively easy to refine, if too many are lost at once, it will also be disadvantageous to our sect's future development. If this is the condition, then that Tiannan cultivator who drives the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder must be captured alive and handed over to our sect," the black-robed man thought for a while, but didn't flatly refuse, instead stating his own conditions.

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