It was still late at night, and everything was silent.

Han Li left the cave, and his body surface escaped light and determined a certain direction and broke through the air.

As a result, not long after he flew out, he felt the sky in front of him dim, and a giant white palm appeared silently out of thin air, and fell down.

The sound of "hissing" was heard, and countless white fire lotus appeared out of nowhere like a scattered flower in a celestial world. With a dripping turn, countless lotus petals shot out, covering a range of more than a hundred feet in a radius, making Han Li unable to avoid it at all.

The temperature of the nearby air was swept by an extremely cold atmosphere and suddenly dropped sharply, and even a layer of crystal frost appeared on the ground of the nearby hilltops.

Han Li was slightly stunned, then raised his hand and punched out the void, and an invisible huge force rushed out.

"Bang bang bang" a series of noises!

Almost all the white fire lotus disintegrated like bubbles, turning into crystal lights all over the sky and dissipating.

The white giant palm seemed to be suppressed by this huge force, and the surface of the spiritual light trembled wildly. After a slightly twisted void nearby, it burst out with a rumbling buzzing sound.

The master of the giant palm seemed to be caught off guard, and shrank in a panic, and disappeared into the void.

Then the void fluctuated not far away, and a figure that was covered by a layer of white light, and could not see clearly appeared. He held a crystal-clear blue jade ruler in his hand, with mysterious patterns as if they were thread-like on the surface.

As soon as the figure appeared, he turned around with one hand and threw the jade ruler in his hand high.

The ruler turned and rose to more than a hundred feet in size in the wind. The spiritual patterns on the surface lit up in a series of lights, emitting dazzling blue light.

I saw the white figure raising one hand.

There is a loud noise breaking through the air!

Immediately, a huge ruler sounded and the place where North Korea, which was accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, fell down.

Han Li's eyes flashed slightly, his cuffs moved, and his palms stretched out five fingers at a glance, grabbing the void.

Not yet really grasped it, a huge force that made the air condense into a large ruler like a rush, causing the surface of the light to tremble and spin in the air, and it could not fall.

At this moment, the spiritual patterns on the surface of the giant ruler were flourishing, and a monster with a bull head and dragon body appeared faintly, and a strange scream like a cow roar appeared.

The blue giant ruler was buzzing and trembling, and it was about to press down again.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and urged the little Beidou star Yuangong in his body. Five blue lights flashed in his chest and abdomen, and a clear Beidou star pattern appeared. However, only five big stars shone brightly, and the other two big stars were dull.

The five fingers he poked out suddenly closed, and the nearby void twisted and swayed violently!

The phantom of the strange dragon on the surface of the blue giant ruler let out a whine, and a "bang" sound dispersed.

"Fellow Daoist Han, Sima Jingming, show mercy!" Seeing this, the white figure quickly spoke.

After the words came to an end, a white light shone around him, revealing a man in purple robe with white hair.

Han Li's eyes flashed, and his fist, which was about to clench completely, paused.

Sima Jingming made a gesture like lightning in his hand, and the blue ruler shrank a hundred times in a flash, and fell back into his hand.

He then breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, through the spiritual treasure in his hand, he could clearly feel how terrifying the other party's grasp was. If he hesitated for a moment, he would probably lose his spirituality even if this treasure was not destroyed.

Although he did not do his best, seeing the other party's understatement, he obviously showed mercy.

"What does this mean for Fellow Daoist Sima?" Han Li asked with his hands on his back and his face blankly.

"Fellow Daoist Han, don't mind. I don't have any offense. I just want to try out the true strength of fellow Daoist. After all, the agreement between you and the ancestor is an extremely important thing for this sect. I have to see what the savings of this sect can get after a million years." Sima Jingming flipped his hand and put away the jade ruler and said with a smile.

"What do you think now?" Han Li raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a smile.

"Brother Han's strength is far beyond expectations, and being able to practice the Little Big Dipper Star Yuan Gong to such a state in such a short period of time has really opened my eyes. Some people in this sect have practiced this technique before, but unfortunately they are just a first glance at the path." Sima Jingming sighed lightly and praised sincerely.

"Fellow Daoist Sima has been awarded too much." Han Li smiled slightly and said like this.

After pausing for a moment, he continued, "About the lost classics of the Sutra Pavilion of the Sect, you can engrave them after Han finishes this trip."

"Fellow Daoist Han is polite. There is another copy of the missing classics. It's just that you promised the ancestor. I hope you don't forget it." Sima Jingming said, bowing to Han Liyaoyao.

"Of course, there is no regret for what Han promised." Han Li said frankly.

"Okay, if you have this sentence, I will feel at ease. Brother Han seems to have something to do, so I won't disturb you." Sima Jing clasped his fists at Han Li again with tactfulness.

Han Li didn't say much, and his green aura flew into the distance with a wrap around his body. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the vicinity without a trace.

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Immortal Realm, Beihan Immortal Realm.

A green mountain peak, more than a thousand feet high, was shrouded in the mist emitted by thick spiritual energy. On the top of the peak was a magnificent golden hall shining brightly against the rising sun.

At this time, an old man with a long bearded dressed in a purple-gold Taoist robe and a lotus crown in the hall was sitting on a large red sandalwood chair, holding a crystal clear jade tea cup in his hand. After taking a sip, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

The man looked like he was in his twenties and thirties, wearing a black outfit, saluted respectfully at the old man, and said, "Tongxu Xianchang, the younger generation Fang Pan, came to visit today because he hoped that Xianchang would help me find someone with the secret technique of heavenly secrets."

"I am not interested in who you are, but you should know the rules of Tongxu Pavilion, right?" The old man gently put the teacup on the coffee table next to him and said calmly.

"A ten thousand years of purple sun flower in the Void Sea, two top-grade golden-eyed longan stones, plus a bottle of Poyang Huiyin Water, I wonder if I am satisfied with the immortals?" The young man in black immediately took a step forward and said.

After saying that, two delicate purple boxes and a white jade bottle appeared in the void in front of him. The covers and bottle plugs were opened by themselves, revealing the things hidden inside.

The old man glanced over, his eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded slightly, "I'm still a little sincere. Tell me, who are you looking for?"

"This person is a strong enemy I have met before. I thought I had died three hundred years ago. I only found out recently that he might still be alive, but I don't know where he is now. I hope the immortal elder will help me find it." The young man in black frowned and said.

"Can there be anything related to his bloodline, or something like hair, scales, or something?" the old man asked.

The young man in black hesitated for a moment, flipped his wrist, took out a white porcelain bottle, handed it over, and said:

"This person's bloodline is a bit special. When I was fighting with him, I managed to obtain such a drop of essence and blood. Is the immortal elder able to see if it is suitable?"

The old man took the porcelain bottle and shook it. He felt that the amount of money he bought was quite heavy. He opened the bottle cap and sniffed it slightly, and his expression changed.

"How strange, how strange, who is this person? Does the bloodline contain so many true spiritual powers?" Tongxu Xian Chang shouted in surprise.

"This... I will not hide it from the Immortal Chief. This person is a person who ascended the lower realm. He has a variety of magical powers and is really strong. I was lucky enough to defeat him back then." The young man in black hesitated for a moment and said.

"The person who ascended the lower realm...forget it, follow me."

Tongxu Xian pondered for a while, stood up, and walked towards the back hall with one hand on his back.

The young man in black followed him around an exquisite golden-lacquered screen in the hall, walked through the back hall, and came to a secret room.

The secret room is very spacious, with triple ring-shaped dense patterns engraved on the ground, which is obviously some extremely complex formation pattern. There are no tables and chairs in the room, and only a large bronze urn is placed in the center.

The big urn is about three feet high, and the whole body is also full of ancient and strange patterns, which are closely connected with the patterns on the ground and are integrated.

The young man in black walked to the big jar with Tongxuxian. He looked down and saw that the jar was filled with black liquid, and the shadows of the two were blurred on the liquid surface.

The old man opened the lid of the porcelain bottle in his hand, turned his wrist and poured down the drop of essence and blood hidden inside.

"Dingdong"

A drop of light golden blood slid from the bottle and fell into the jar, making a slight sound, splashing ring-shaped ripples, rippling around.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Pan saw the originally pitch-black liquid in the jar, which immediately faded towards the surroundings with the ripples. In the blink of an eye, the inside of the jar became extremely clear.

You can see through the liquid level that there are also circles of circular patterns engraved at the bottom of the urn.

Seeing this, Tongxu Xian Chang moved his lips and immediately recited the obscure and difficult-to-understand mantra.

"open"

After a while, he heard a loud shout from his mouth, poked his eyebrows with one hand, and then pointed at the bronze urn.

A muffled "Buzz..." sound.

When the bronze urn was pointed at the edge of the urn with both fingers, it suddenly shook, and the patterns engraved on the urn's body suddenly emitted a strong blue light.

Then, the light spread down the runes, and soon lit up the entire formation on the ground.

Before Fang Pan could react, he was shrouded in a blue light.

In a trance, he found that he was standing on a wide area of ​​water. Looking around, he saw a circle of green mountains surrounding him.

"This is... in the jar!" After watching for a while, the young man in black murmured to himself in a daze.

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