"If this is the case, it would be just right... In fact, the members of the Impermanence Alliance only recognize masks but not people... Even if they know that the members under the mask have changed individuals, as long as the mask is not destroyed, they will still default to the person who will succeed... and... Since members in the alliance are strictly prohibited from revealing their identities to each other..., it is even more difficult to see the change of people..." Lomon said with a smile on his face, but his words were intermittent and weak.

But I saw an extremely subtle black mist slowly flowing out from its shoulders, shaking in the air like a water grass.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, my residual soul is almost supported... I can't hold on anymore. If you have any questions... please ask quickly..." The black little man turned his head and glanced at the black mist on his shoulder and said with a wry smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black mist began to escape from his calf.

"I have nothing to ask. If you have any wishes, just say it. I will not refuse wherever you can." Han Li looked at Lomon's ghost and shook his head.

The ghost of Lomon looked up at the sky and murmured:

"My fellow Taoist can do what he asked for before... I dare not, and have other extravagant hopes... If my Luo family can prosper again in the future, my wish will be enough..."

As its voice gradually weakens, its figure gradually distorted and blurred, turning into wisps of black air and swaying into the sky, eventually completely dissipating between heaven and earth.

Han Li looked at the void where Luo Meng's ghost disappeared, and was a little stunned. This bond passed down from the depths of his bloodline could not help but move him.

After a while, he came to his senses, grabbed the cow's head mask with a grabbing his hand.

This time the mask did not become blurred, but fell honestly into his hands.

Han Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the strange patterns on the mask, and fell into deep thought again.

...

More than half a month later.

On a sea area that is thousands of miles away from Wumeng Island, lead-gray clouds fill the sky, and strong winds blow on the sea surface, causing huge waves.

A blue light was like an extremely sharp sword, passing through the huge waves, splitting it into two halves, splashing countless pearl-like silver waves.

Among the green light was a tall man in green robe with a dark blue cow-head mask on his face. He could not see the appearance below, but his eyes cast a brilliant luster through the holes of the mask.

This person is no one else, but Han Li, who went to Hairong Island on behalf of Lomon.

On the sea dozens of miles ahead, there was a round island with a radius of only a little over. From a distance, it looked like a green lotus leaf swaying slightly with the ups and downs of the waves. It was the destination of his trip.

After Han Li slowed down and flew more than ten miles, the island's appearance became clearer.

I saw many sea banyan trees growing on the island, with lush branches and leaves and green fields. The huge crowns were close to each other, covering the entire island. Countless branches as thick as arms of adults were stacked layer by layer, interlaced into a thick blue wooden wall.

On these dense side branches, countless slender side roots are still growing. Some have penetrated into the soil, while others have fallen into the sea water, densely connected, looking like the beard of an octogenarian.

Han Li flew to Hairong Island, hovered down, and looked into the island, and saw gray-white bird droppings everywhere on the ground of the island, but there was no trace of a seabird in the forest.

Moreover, there was no sound in his ears except for the "whimpering" sound of the sea breeze passing through the branches of the tree, and the entire island seemed a bit unusually quiet.

At this moment, a somewhat cold voice suddenly rang out from Han Li's ear:

"Jiao Shiwu, since he has come, why haven't he landed on the island yet?"

Han Li was slightly surprised because the voice was not coming from the island just now, but from the mask he wore on his face.

He then moved and flew down toward the island.

The soil on the island is very soft, and a pothole will sink if you step on it. Han Li passed through the gap between the dense forest and came to the middle of the island.

In the middle of the island, there is a huge sea banyan tree embraced by three people. The side roots hanging around its main trunk have been cut clean, and a relatively spacious open space has been cleared.

There were several figures of people on the open space, sitting or standing around the tree trunk.

Han Li glanced over and fell on a man in red robe sitting upright in front of the banyan tree in the sea.

The man wore a red dragon-shaped mask on his head, with many strange runes carved on it. At the center of his mask's eyebrows, a number "three" was also engraved with strange characters.

"Jiao San"

Han Li's heart moved and he pondered without saying a word.

The man wearing a dragon mask just looked at Han Li casually, then withdrew his gaze, and did not look like he wanted to talk to him at all.

Han Li naturally ignored it, but turned his eyes to look at the other people.

One of them saw a slight bow, wearing a wide purple robe, a blue sheep mask on his head, and an engraved word "nine".

He kept squatting on the ground, staring at the ground, not knowing what he was looking at, and he had no intention of looking up at Han Li.

Not far away from him, a tall man wearing a blue tiger-headed mask standing nodded slightly at him.

Han Li didn't say anything, looked at the number "one six" on his forehead, and nodded slightly.

On the left side of the tree trunk, there is a woman wearing a gauze skirt and an owl mask. Her graceful body is leaning against the sea banyan tree, her slender arms are wrapped around her chest, and she looks slightly towards Han Li. The number on her mask is "Two One".

Behind him, on the other side of the banyan tree, a head wearing a dark blue eagle and falcon mask engraved with the words "25" was poked out, and he glanced up and down at Han Li, then took it back.

On a horizontal branch to the right of the sea banyan tree, there is a thin figure hanging upside down. He wore a monkey mask on his face, and the word "eight" is engraved on it.

Seeing Han Li looking at him, the man's two yellowish eyeballs also wandered through the holes of the mask, and also looked at Han Li.

Below this person, there was a thin man wearing a water blue gown and a bear-like mask, sitting upright, closing his eyes to rest.

The word "one three" is engraved on the eyebrows on the mask.

I don’t know whether it was due to the rules of the Impermanence Alliance or some other reason, no one spoke or talked, and even the man in the red robe wearing a three-mask on his head did not say a word to the others.

Seeing this, Han Li also picked up a place to sit down, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

This wait will last for eight days.

During this period, no one came again, and no one in the audience spoke or left.

The atmosphere on the scene was indescribable.

Until the early morning of the eighth day, when the first ray of sunlight on the sea surface shone on the island, the man in red robe who had been sitting quietly in front of the banyan tree raised his head slightly and stood up from the ground.

A slightly stiff voice came from under the dragon mask:

"Time is up……"

When everyone heard the sound, they stood up from the ground one after another. The thin man wearing a monkey mask stayed on the trunk, immediately jumped off from above.

At this moment, a stream of light suddenly flew away from the island, falling straight down from the sky like a huge rock, hitting the island.

The entire island shook violently, and all the branches shaking violently.

I saw a burly figure wearing a wild boar mask where the escape light disappeared.

As soon as he landed on the island, he rushed towards the center of the island. He did not dodge or avoid the branches and roots he encountered were directly broken by him.

When he came to everyone, the man glanced around and shouted with a loud voice: "Which is Jiao San?"

After saying that, his eyes swept at the people present without any concern and finally landed on the man in red robe wearing a dragon mask.

"So you are Jiao San. Hurry up and announce the task. I still have something to do after I finish it." The man in the wild boar mask looked up and down at the other party and said loudly.

"Jiao Thirty-two, you are late." The man in red robe looked at the burly man and said in a indifferent tone.

"Even half a stick of incense is worth mentioning? Tell me the serious business quickly and don't waste time." The burly man waved his hand and said impatiently.

Han Li stood aside, but his heart suddenly jumped for no reason, and he subconsciously took a step back.

The next moment, a surprising scene appeared.

A layer of red light suddenly lit up around the man in the red robe, and a red flame rose up, wrapping his body around him. A wave of hot air suddenly burst out from him, pushing everyone around him back.

But he saw his figure suddenly leaning forward, his palms and fingers were like knives, stabbing the chest of the burly man wearing a wild boar mask.

Faced with the man in red robe's action without warning, the burly man reacted very quickly, took a step back, quickly formed seals in front of him with his hands, and a white light suddenly lit up on his body.

At the same time, an octagonal white crystal shield also appeared in front of him.

I saw a prism-shaped pattern on the shield surface, and a dazzling white glow was lit on the surface, and waves of law fluctuations were emitted from it.

Although it was just a hasty response, Han Li found that this fluctuation in the law seemed to be a little stronger than the previous Hanqiu and others.

There was only a dull sound of "puff".

There was no expected violent collision or the powerful momentum that they imagined. The two of them just fought and decided to win and lose in an instant.

Everyone was frightened to see that Jiao San's palm had penetrated the octagonal crystal shield and pierced directly into the burly man's heart.

At the rupture in front of his chest, white smoke was emitting, and a circle of muscles around him had burned into liquid, ticking like ignited oil.

"If you fail to comply with the transfer order, delay your registration, and cancel the membership of Jiao 32 Impermanence Alliance." Jiao San slowly pulled back his palm and said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wild boar mask on the burly man's face lit up, and it shattered with a "bang", turning into a piece of powder and dissipated into the air.
Chapter completed!