Han Li hovered in the air and carefully observed the scene in the lotus pond below for a moment. He found that the pink lotus flowers below seemed to be scattered everywhere in the lotus pond, but in fact they had their own unique composition, forming a large magic array.

After a moment of pondering, his body suddenly swept down. As he approached the water surface, the purple crystal light in his eyes lit up and swept around.

Under the sight of the Nine Nether Demon Eyes, the distribution of plants in the lotus pond immediately became clearer.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled and waved his hands, and a silver flame immediately flew out, and then turned into a silver firebird. With a flare of wings, he flapped his wings and flew around the lotus pond like a silver shadow. Large silver flames suddenly sprinkled down the entire lotus pond like sky fire, and instantly ignited all the lotus leaves.

In the blazing silver flames, there were waves of "bumping" sounds. The green lotus leaves turned into ashes under the burning of the essence and firebirds. The entire lotus pond was no longer alive and became lifeless.

However, even so, the thick milky white fog that filled the lotus pond still did not dissipate, and the pink lotus flowers did not disappear.

Seeing this, Han Li nodded in his heart and raised his hand and let out a light move.

There was a clear sound from the lotus pond, and all the silver flames rolled back and turned into a silver flame bird, flying towards Han Li. When he approached, he suddenly withdrew and turned into a silver flame villain, jumping and landing on his shoulders.

The little man Yinyan looked around, his face full of doubt, as if he was a little puzzled. Why did Han Li ask it to burn the lotus flowers in the pond but not to burn it?

It seems that as long as you give it a moment, those pink lotus flowers will turn into ashes.

Just as he was confused, a slight change suddenly occurred in the lotus pond.

I saw a little bit of green crystal light lit up around the pink lotus, and then a little bit of tender buds grew from it, and the milky white mist surrounded him violently.

Soon, green shadows grew out of the tender buds at a speed visible to the naked eye and continued to grow.

The green lotus leaves in the pond actually filled the entire pond in an instant.

These are not illusions, but because the water energy in the lotus pond is too sufficient, and the formation assistance can make these lotus leaves reborn in an instant.

When the silver flame man saw this, he widened his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with the Lotus Pond's daring to resurrect under his silver flame. His body was full of flames and he was about to swoop here and burn it completely.

Han Li raised his hand and patted the head of the silver flame man on the shoulder, indicating that it didn't have to do so. The latter then curled the flames on his body and returned to his body.

Han Li looked around and his eyes flashed slightly.

After some previous tests, he had figured out the layout of the lotus pond. He swept hundreds of feet away, came to a pink lotus, raised his palm and penetrated straight downwards.

As he raised his hand and grabbed it, a large green hand emerged from the void, and he closed his five fingers and uprooted the pink lotus.

The blue crystal light at its root is shining, and an extremely transparent blue crystal lotus is hanging.

As soon as the blue crystal lotus came out of water, the other pink lotus flowers in the lotus pond faded and became dry and withered.

The lotus leaves in the pond are still standing tall and do not wither immediately, but they do not have the luster of the previous green luster, and seem to have lost their vitality.

At the same time, the milky white fog that had been shrouded in the lotus pond began to dissipate little by little under the slight breeze.

Han Li did not look at the changes in the pond. At this time, his eyes were staring at the blue crystal lotus in his hand, feeling the strong aura of water-attributed laws coming from it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I saw two fingers on his right hand illuminating, and a silver light gate about meter high immediately appeared in front of him.

After taking a step forward, he immediately came to the golden lotus pond outside the "Huazhi" Cave Tian Bamboo Tower. He raised his hand and threw it into the pond.

The blue crystal lotus fell to the ground and took root. In the not-so-large lotus pond, six pink lotus flowers soon emerged, and water vapor was evaporated around them.

A faint white mist began to rise from the water surface, and another breeze seemed to emerge from the cave heaven, carrying the faint mist to flow everywhere in the cave heaven, causing the spiritual energy in the entire Huazhi Cave Heaven to soar again.

The magic light that was originally practicing with closed eyes on the second floor of the bamboo building was disturbed by the sudden change of spiritual energy and suddenly opened its eyes.

However, he only slightly checked the changes in the cave, then glanced at Han Li's place, and closed his eyes again as if nothing had happened.

On the other side of the Lingyao Garden, on a brand new bamboo building that had been built for a short time, the crab Taoist stood on the railing and looked at this side, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Han Li stood in the air with his hands behind his back, with a faint smile on his lips, and the breeze still blew his clothes and made his clothes rush.

After a while, he nodded with satisfaction when he saw nothing unusual.

With this object, plus the previous golden lotus and magic circles, the spiritual energy in this cave is more active, which can greatly reduce the consumption of medium-grade immortal essence stones.

With this in mind, he stepped out of the Huazhi Cave Heaven, jumped up, flew over a thousand feet of lotus pond, and continued to rush inward.

...

At the same time, there is a dense architectural remains somewhere in the ruins of the Zhenyan Gate.

Among the ruins, there were devastated, with collapsed palace walls and broken beams and pillars everywhere, and there were a large number of corpses and remains of the Zhenyan disciples and people from the Heavenly Court. Among them, there were some monks with high cultivation during their lifetime. Even though they died for countless years, their bones were still shining with a clean and shiny luster.

In addition, in the center of these ruins, there is a huge palace that is relatively intact. Its appearance is quite strange, and it looks like a solidified red flame. A huge plaque hung on the lintel in front of it, with the three big words "Liuhuo Palace" written vertically.

I don’t know whether the palace is made of special materials or there are alchemy or weapon refining furnaces in the palace, but at this moment, there are still slight heat waves coming from the walls, one after another, and wherever they pass, the void is a little distorted and blurred.

At this moment, outside the main entrance of the palace, roars were constantly coming.

I saw a layer of purple spiritual realm overlapping with a layer of yellow spiritual realm. Inside was a charming woman in purple palace outfit and towering peaks on her chest, and an old man with a yellow face and a hunched figure like a tuberculosis ghost was fighting fiercely.

The charming woman was nothing but Yan Ziyan, the lord of Fantasy City.

At this moment, her eyebrows were full of anger. Her frown squeezed the red mole on the center of her eyebrows and raised it high. She held a purple jade pipa in her arms and quickly tweaked the strings.

"Sharp"

As the sound of gold and stone sounded, beautiful women condensed from the illusion of smoke appeared out of thin air, holding a purple scimitar in their hands, swaying by, flying towards the old tuberculosis ghost.

The old man with tuberculosis flashed back and forth in the square in front of the hall, easily avoiding the attacks of these illusion smoke women.

Because his cultivation level is much higher than the other party, his face is completely fearless, but instead he is full of jokes and appreciation, as if he is very helpful to the siege of these groups of illusion beauties.

One of his slightly turbid eyes was spinning back and forth, looking at Yan Ziyan's chest and buttocks with a vulgar smile on the corners of her mouth, and she said happily:

"Hehe, Lord Ziyan City, you said that in this desolate ruin, there are only two people, you, I, the man and the widow. Doing something else is more interesting than fighting and killing?"

"Do you recognize me?" Yan Ziyan asked in a deep voice when she heard this.

"Isn't it just the mistress of the Palace Master Fu... What's there to be unknown? Why? In the remains of the Zhenyan Sect, do you still want to use Fu Yuanhai's name to suppress me?" The old man in the tuberculosis smiled indifferently and said.

"You can only show off your abilities. If you really have a good taste, you will peel off the skin of the Yi Pao Club and face me with your true appearance. I promise to leave this ruins of the Truth Sect, and call my mistress to visit your ancestors for the eighteen generations." Yan Ziyan spat lightly and shouted loudly.

Although she said this, she did not dare to look down on the slightest part of her heart. The person's cultivation level in front of her was much higher than her. If the other party had not been deliberately teasing her, she would not have been able to support her intact until now.

"Well, since the beauty asks you, how can I not respond?" The old man with tuberculosis suddenly stood up straight, coughed lightly, and said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he saw him grabbing the collar of his back and pulling forward suddenly, and actually pulled off all his clothes and a layer of human skin, as if he was a magic trick. A handsome man in clothes that were better than snow came out of it.

"How is it? Is this honorable young man still in the eyes of his wife?" His appearance and figure were completely renewed, and even his way of speaking changed completely, which was completely different from the appearance of the old man who had tuberculosis before.

A strange color flashed in Yan Ziyan's eyes, and she found that there seemed to be no trace of cover on her body, as if she was really facing her with her true appearance. Her expression couldn't help but change, and a bad premonition arose in her heart.

This means that the other party is confident that his true appearance will not be spread, and it also means that he will kill him.

Seeing Yan Ziyan's expression changed, she kept silent. The old man who turned into a handsome white-clothed man's tuberculosis stretched out his red tongue and licked his lips, laughing happily, "Don't worry, how could I bear to kill such a stunning woman? Of course, I have to make a human pig and treasure it well."

When Yan Ziyan heard this, she couldn't help feeling cold all over her body. She held the purple jade pipa tightly in her hand, and pulled the strings of the pipa like she was pulling a bow and shooting an arrow, and suddenly played it at the white-clothed man.

A loud "buzzing" sound came, and a purple light column burst out from the pipa, turning into a huge purple-winged bat, making waves of roars from the mouth and rushed straight away.
Chapter completed!