Wooden houses and stone houses of different sizes are looming in the forbidden formation, arranged in a mess without any rules.

Belongs to the regional camp of Yellow Maple Valley.

Han Li walked out of his residence with a calm expression, but he was puzzled in his heart.

There are a lot of skulls and flags again...

Besides those guys from the Ghost Spirit Sect, who would use it?

He weighed the worthless and unused storage bags and walked towards the most conspicuous room among the houses.

The thoughts in my mind have changed.

Seven months?

Or is it eight months?

Almost a year has passed since he and Li Feiyu completed a transaction.

He and Li Feiyu are already twenty-nine years old.

During this period, he went in and out of the Golden Drum Plains many times to fight and hunted many foundation-building demon cultivators.

It is also somewhat famous.

However, he once looked for Li Feiyu, but he was nowhere to be seen.

There was no response to the transmission notes left behind.

The whole person seemed to disappear out of thin air.

This made Han Li feel something was wrong...

Li Feiyu was definitely not hunting demon cultivators that day!

"Senior brother... his behavior is too suspicious."

Muttering, Han Li thought of the rumored incident of Yan Ruyan defecting to the Ghost Spirit Sect...

To hunt Yan Ruyan?

Shaking his head, Han Li couldn't understand, so he pushed open the wooden door in front of him politely and walked in.

The house was bustling with people.

Inside is actually a simple trading venue.

The storage bag in his hand quickly transformed into spiritual stones. He took the obtained spiritual stones and exchanged them for the needed Dragon Song Grass from a familiar foundation-building monk.

Han Li headed towards Li Huayuan's temporary residence without stopping again.

He received the transmission talisman today, and Li Huayuan came to see him. It seems that he has a new mission...

When he walked into Li Huayuan's temporary residence and found many alchemy monks, he felt awe-inspiring and cautious.

But I discovered a familiar and unforgettable silhouette!

Nangong Wan also glanced at Han Li lightly.

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"Jiejiejie..."

"The floating clouds of Qingxu Sect are nothing more than that!"

Jinguyuan, a pile of rocks.

A square-faced man in black robes wearing strange clothes holds two mirrors, one black and one white, constantly releasing patches of psychedelic divine light.

The old Taoist priest in front of him was trapped in place, like a headless fly, manipulating a flying sword magic weapon to chop.

It looks extremely ferocious, but in reality it is a breathless fight between trapped beasts!

Fuyunzi's face became more solemn.

This is obviously the night time for the Danjie monks to fight, but he can't see the moon now!

All around are pieces of white shimmering light!

He can't even see the enemy -

A pill-forming demon cultivator from the Thousand Illusions Sect suddenly encountered!

The opponent's mirror magic weapon, a divine light hit him, and he fell directly into the quagmire of the light screen in front of him!

Under his feet, there were already several fragmented protective weapons, including handkerchiefs, shields, and even a split door panel...

Judging from the spiritual luster involved, they are all top-level magic weapons!

These are the protective weapons he has accumulated over hundreds of years.

But this time, everything was lost!

The opponent relied on the illusion of the mirror light screen and secretly used magical powers from time to time in an attempt to kill him.

You can only escape by consuming magic weapons again and again!

But Fuyunzi knew very well that he couldn't hold on much longer!

This pill-forming demon cultivator in Thousand Illusions has the opportunity and possibility to kill him at any time!

Thinking of this, Fu Yunzi looked unwilling, but his heart was filled with bitterness...

Mana depleted!

The golden elixir in the Dantian became a bit dim.

Buzz!

At this moment, dozens of spears with dark light appeared in an extremely bizarre manner, coming silently from all directions!

Fuyunzi shouted lowly when he saw it, and resisted with all his strength.

Mana surged wildly, magical powers were unleashed, and a terrifying aura erupted.

The spear was shattered!

The light curtain was torn apart!

The earth trembled and the mountains shook, and the dust swept away.

Can……

Still trapped in place!

Beyond the mirror light.

The Qianhuan Sect's elixir-forming demon cultivator sneered proudly when he saw Fuyunzi being pierced through the bloody hole.

"Mirror confusion!"

He shouted lowly!

A murderous intent flashed across his eyes!

That gleaming white light curtain, in the blink of an eye, transformed into mirrors, reflecting Fuyunzi's figure!

Fuyunzi was so frightened that he felt cold!

He saw himself in those mirrors, saw his own death, saw himself constantly talking to himself, and saw the figures of Qian Huan Sect's demonic cultivators constantly appearing around him!

"Ahhh...it's not me, this is not me!"

"Fake, all fake!"

"Am I already dead? I'm the one who owns the mirror?!"

Fuyunzi's eyes were about to burst, and his eyes kept turning, but they were full of horror and confusion.

This old Taoist from the Qingxu Sect no longer had the immortal spirit that he had with Li Huayuan before the bloody trial.

His hair is disheveled and his body is covered in blood!

Completely crazy!

Madness before death!

He sprayed out the golden elixir and put it on his head, covering his body!

The magic weapon Qingjun Sword is swimming around!

Rush directly towards those mirrors, trying to knock them away!

But what I got in exchange was endless layers of hallucinations!

Looking at Fu Yunzi, who was trapped and powerless, the Qian Huan Sect demon cultivator sneered and fired a spell!

Sudden.

A dragon roar with the aura of ancient wilderness resounded between heaven and earth!

Coming like the sky!
To be continued...