Han Li was transforming into a frightening rainbow and flying on the road leading to Mulan Grassland.
The goal this time is to return to the Jin Dynasty and try to get some ghost Luo banners from the Yin Luo Sect.
Although he had not succeeded in advancing to become a god before, his cultivation was already at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, which naturally increased his grasp of the profession.
If he remembered correctly, the Yin Luo Sect should have been the only one in the original Yin Luo Sect after the death of Old Mo Qian who was a late-stage Nascent Soul monk. As long as he didn't act stupidly and fight hard, he would have won the Gui Luo Sect. Flags shouldn't be a big problem.
And this Yinluo Sect leader personally led a team to Tiannan once, and he seemed to have a big grudge against him for killing his wife.
If this is the case, taking this opportunity to deal with this person will kill two birds with one stone, otherwise there may be endless troubles in the future.
He had thought about getting rid of this enemy before, but at that time he had not yet advanced to the advanced stage and was unable to even protect himself, so he did not dare to take risks easily.
Now that he has perfected his magical powers and wants to seize the Oni Luo Banner, of course he will not let this person go again.
Otherwise, if he had something to do and was not in the Luoyun Sect, the great monk would suddenly go crazy and want to avenge his wife's murder before the end of his life span, so he secretly went to the Luoyun Sect and went on a killing spree.
Wouldn't Nangong Wan and others be in danger?
Han Li was thinking about this in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel murderous intent in his heart.
Speaking of which, although he was greatly disappointed this time in retreat, although he failed to use the Five Cold Flame Demons to attack the gods, he was not completely frustrated because he still had the back-up force of Yuanci Divine Light.
This time he went to Dajin. In addition to snatching the Ghost Luo Banner, he actually had two other things to deal with. Otherwise, once he really cultivated the Yuanci Divine Light, he would be trapped in a certain place alive. , except for cultivating the Great Perfection of Yuanci Divine Light, I can no longer do anything myself.
Naturally, we should prepare for everything while we are still free.
Among them, finding the sun's essence fire and using the cold marrow to refine it into 'Yang Shui' is naturally the top priority.
As long as you have the Yang Shui, it is equivalent to increasing your lifespan by a quarter. This kind of heaven-defying thing, I am afraid that no monk of any level will give up. For Han Li, he is already at the top of the human world. For existing monks, the temptation is unparalleled.
Last time, he found out the clues about Sunglasses Fire by searching the soul of Master Hanli Nascent Soul in Xiaoji Palace. In this way, everything is ready, all he needs is the east wind.
As for the other thing, it is not that important compared to this. It is just a coincidence. It is a blessing to succeed, and failure to succeed will not have much impact on it. This is Tianji Pavilion who is going to sell Tianji Mansion. , asked them for the secret technique of refining the mustard seed space.
When he was attending a big auction in Jinjing, he heard the shopkeeper of Tianji Pavilion in Jinjing say that the cracks in space could be refined into mustard space. It is the idea of refining the ruins of Lingmiao Garden into an exclusive space.
After all, Yuanying stage monks like him almost have their own secret caves in addition to the open caves, and some even have several. They usually put their own valuables in them to prevent themselves from any accidents. , there can be a way out.
Han Li has been busy practicing and has no time to think about this matter.
When Han Li suddenly thought of this matter, he naturally didn't really want to leave any escape route for himself, but felt that it was an excellent place to practice Yuanci Divine Light. If he could refine it into his own mustard space
, if there is only a secret teleportation array left connected to the outside world, as long as he controls the teleportation array in the space, even if a god-level opponent finds it, he may only be able to stare blankly.
Even if the enemy destroys the teleportation array outside in anger, with his current magical power, it is not difficult to tear the space apart again, and there is no fear of being trapped in the space by the enemy.
On the contrary, even if the monks outside the space have the ability to tear apart the space, it is impossible to find the mustard space that has been closed without knowing the specific space entry point.
These things were naturally obtained by Han Li's painstaking research.
Of course, if that doesn't work, it's not impossible for Han Li to find another secret place to practice. It's just that the stability is naturally far less suitable than the Mustard Seed Space.
However, the mustard seed space refining method is unique to Tianji Pavilion, so it may be quite troublesome to ask for it. But having said that, if a great monk asks for something from any force, even if the force is extremely reluctant, I am afraid he will try his best.
Be satisfied.
After all, even if there are late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators sitting in the same command, no one is willing to easily make a grudge against such a powerful enemy.
As for Tianji Pavilion being able to maintain the refining method, it is probably because this secret method is too useless to attract the interest of forces such as the ten major sects of good and evil. Otherwise, he does not believe that a mere Tianji Pavilion can really maintain its real importance.
The secret technique lasts so long.
Of course, he needs to be more particular about the way he asks for things.
Han Li sneered and thought to himself, the light suddenly flashed a few times and disappeared without a trace from the nearby horizon.
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More than half a year later, in a small mountainside town in Yuzhou, Jin, thousands of miles away from Tiannan, it was raining mist.
On a shiny bluestone street washed by dripping rainwater, there were only a few pedestrians passing by. Those who walked by occasionally held a cloth umbrella and walked in a hurry. No one seemed to want to linger on the street longer.
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A man in yellow shirt holding a white oilcloth umbrella in one hand suddenly stepped onto this stone street.
But this person moved calmly and unhurriedly, as if he were walking in the countryside. The umbrella in his hand was slightly tilted forward, and it actually blocked most of his face. No one could peek at his true face.
However, judging from the slender white palm holding the umbrella, this person seems to be in the prime of life and not an ordinary poor person.
Some passers-by who happened to pass by saw this man's strange behavior and couldn't help but look at him curiously. But this man was indifferent and continued to walk unhurriedly.
When the man reached an inconspicuous alley, his direction changed and he stepped into it in a flash.
Although this alley is quite far-reaching, after only walking a few dozen steps, anyone can see that this is a dead alley with no exit. There is no door on either side, and everything is high.
The wall, which was about several feet high, was really a place where few people came. But a strange scene occurred. The man in yellow shirt turned a blind eye to all this and just walked forward.
Seeing that the man holding the umbrella was about to reach the end of the alley, when he bumped into the stone wall that seemed to be extremely hard, suddenly his whole body flashed with white light, and his whole body mysteriously disappeared into the wall.
Like a ghost.
I believe that if a mortal passes by here and sees this scene, he will definitely scream that he saw a ghost in the daytime. And if a monk sees it, he will naturally curl his lips in disdain. It is just the simplest cover, so what? What a fuss.
If the monk who said this had penetrated this wall and entered it, and then passed through several layers of mysterious restrictions, he would probably be completely stunned.
Because behind these restrictions, there is actually a jade gate that is more than a hundred feet high and almost reaches the sky. And behind the huge jade gate, there are white jade steps leading straight to the heights, all suspended in mid-air, and then It looks like it leads directly to a green hall in the sky.
Near the main hall, milky white spiritual mist is lingering, and some rare and rare spiritual birds are slowly circling in the sky, looking carefree and at ease. On the ground, there are many exotic flowers and plants, decorating the place like a fairyland.
But if someone scans it with his spiritual mind, he can find that the surrounding area looks white and very wide, but in fact it is a closed space that is not very big, only about ten miles in size, but it is very high. It's several hundred feet tall, which is really astonishingly tall. But otherwise, it would be impossible to build such a strange sky palace here.
Under the huge jade door at the entrance to the space, there were two rows of warriors with golden helmets and gold armor lined up on both sides. Each one was two feet tall, motionless and with a dull look on his face.
But among these warriors, there was a big man dressed as a general in armor, with a dark face, but without any appearance, sitting on a stone pier next to a pillar. He was walking in with the man holding an umbrella. Say something lazily.
"No, even if it's such a big deal, we can't disturb the pavilion master's meeting with distinguished guests now. Otherwise, if the pavilion master blames me, I, Lao Cao, can't afford it. Why don't you, Daoyou Zhang, wait here for half a day and chat with me for a while. These days, it’s my turn to be on duty in the Tianji Palace, and I’ve been spending more than half a year with these wooden lumps, but it’s made me bored.” The big man dressed as a general said with a smile.
This man is a monk in the late stage of pill formation, but he is just a gatekeeper here, which is really shocking. But from what he said, those huge warriors on both sides are just some puppets. But if it weren't for this man It shows that each of these puppets is so lifelike that it is really difficult to tell them apart with the naked eye.
The monk who originally held an umbrella to enter the space had already put away the white umbrella, revealing a majestic face with white face and thin eyebrows.
'Cao Fengwei! What Zhang said this time is not a joke. There are really extremely important things that must be handed over to the Pavilion Master. Even if I can afford to wait, that person may not be able to afford to wait. It will really be delayed. This major incident has brought great disaster to this pavilion, which is definitely not something you and I can afford." The middle-aged man looked a little ugly and said with a bit of annoyance.
"That person? Who is Brother Zhang talking about?" The black-faced man was stunned when he heard this, and asked with some surprise.
"It's very simple. He's talking about Han." Suddenly, a strange man's voice came out of thin air above the two of them, and it reached their ears clearly and unusually.