The first thousand two hundred and twenty-five chapters fight
Chapter 1,225 Fight
"Senior Brother, must he have forgotten the Demonic Tribulation in Kunwu Mountain and the Demonic Beast Rebellion in Xiaoji Palace more than two hundred years ago? If Junior Brother guessed correctly, Taoist Fellow Han was personally involved in both of these two sensational events. And it also played a lot of roles." Yanzhu said calmly.
"Kunwu Mountain, Xiaoji Palace? Could this be the person that Yinluo Sect and Xiaoji Palace have been tracking?" The silver-robed monk was suddenly startled when he heard this, and looked at Han Li again with strange eyes.
"So many years have passed. Does anyone still remember what happened to Han? Why, do these fellow Taoists want to capture me and hand it over to these two families?" Han Li was unusually calm, as if he had already identified Yanzhu. As expected.
"Haha, Brother Han, don't be joking. Even though the Yinluo Sect and Xiaoji Palace are quite powerful, what does it have to do with our Tianji Pavilion? How could this pavilion do such a thankless thing? However, Brother Han's name is Can. But it has been like thunder for a long time. I heard that the old demon Qian of the Yinluo Sect and the master Hanli of the Xiaoji Palace were killed by fellow Taoists. I don’t know if this is true." When the fat old man heard Han Li admit it frankly, he felt in his heart After a slight chuckle, the smile suddenly became a little forced.
"There are other reasons for what happened back then. As for what happened to Lao Mo and Master Han Li, even if I say it's not true now, I'm afraid some fellow Taoists won't believe it." Han Li replied with a sneer on his lips.
"I heard that Brother Han's cultivation was still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If the external rumors are true, Taoist fellow Taoist could kill two great monks at this level. Now that he has advanced to the later stage, wouldn't his magical power be even more earth-shattering. I would rather thank you for discussing with your fellow Taoist." The silver-robed monk's expression changed several times, and he said this solemnly.
"Master Yuanzhi, there is no need to be like this! Since Brother Han really wants to buy the mustard seed space refining method, this pavilion is not incapable of discussing it with friends." Chan Kuwen heard the monk's words, but was shocked and hurriedly tried to dissuade him. road.
It seems that as soon as the master of the Tianji Pavilion knew that Han Li was the mysterious monk who had caused a sensation in the Jin Dynasty for a long time, the master of the Tianji Pavilion suddenly changed his mind and did not want the guest elder to fight Han Li again. ,
"Fellow Daoist Chanku doesn't need to persuade me anymore. Even if there is no matter about the Mustard Seed Space, the poor monk must discuss his magical powers with fellow Taoist Han. After all, the poor monk has stayed in the late Yuanying stage for a long time and wants to communicate with some fellow Taoists of the same level. Second, let’s see if we can learn anything from it. If Fellow Taoist Han is really as powerful as the rumors say, I will not miss this opportunity.” The silver-robed monk stared at Han Li and said something like this.
Hearing these words from the silver-robed monk, Chanku's face suddenly elongated, he turned his head and winked at Yanzhu beside him.
"Donor Charm doesn't need to be filtered! If it's just about exchanging magical powers, senior fellow apprentice Yuan Zhi and fellow Taoist Han won't have any accidents. It's okay to exchange a few words. To be honest, the poor monk also really wants to see a thing or two about the great magical powers from Tiannan." The young monk said with a smile.
When the fat old man heard this, he was immediately speechless.
"You know Han's origins!" Upon hearing Yanzhu mention Tiannan, Han Li felt a chill in his heart and his face darkened.
"Brother Han, don't be surprised. Although the origin of Taoist friends is naturally extremely mysterious in the eyes of ordinary monks, it is not difficult for us and the ten major sects of Zhengmo to trace. Taoist friends really thought that Yinluo Sect and Xiaoji Palace also investigated Isn’t it because of fellow Taoist’s background? It’s just that they are afraid of fellow Taoist’s magical powers, and now they are pretending not to know. After all, in addition to losing a great monk, the two sects also lost many other Nascent Soul elders. Now they are just busy dealing with other If you have no time to peek at the forces of the two sects, you will cause trouble for your Taoist friends again. Otherwise, your Taoist friends will not be so stable in Tiannan these years." Yanzhu seemed to know what Han Li was thinking, He said calmly.
"That's true. I don't know about other sects, but Yinluo Sect probably knows my origin. However, since it's not about the Mustard Seed Space, I'm not interested in fighting casually with monks of the same level, unless Taoist Chan Ku
I promise that if I am lucky enough to win against Master Yuanzhi, Tianji Pavilion will be willing to trade the refining method." Han Li's expression softened.
The silver-robed monk was startled when he heard this and couldn't help but glance at the fat old man.
The master of the Tianji Pavilion had a gloomy expression on his face, but after a while he figured out what was going on and replied with a smile:
"Since fellow Taoist Han is so confident, how can Mr. Can continue to push back and forth? As long as Brother Han really has the upper hand in the discussion with Master Yuan Zhi, there is no harm in handing over the secret refining technique of the Mustard Seed Space to fellow Taoist."
He actually agreed wholeheartedly.
"As long as you have the words of Taoist friend Chanku. Then Han will learn the magical power of Master Yuanzhi. To be honest, I am also very curious about the secrets of Buddhism. I hope the master will not disappoint Han."
Han Li chuckled, stood up immediately, and said without hesitation.
As soon as these words came out, the alchemy monks standing on both sides were all in a commotion, and some could not hide the excitement on their faces.
The Flame Bamboo monk was smiling and saying nothing, looking enigmatic.
The silver-robed monk raised his eyebrows and sneered, his elegant face showing a bit of evil spirit.
"With the magical powers of these two fellow Taoists, it is natural that they will not be able to use them in a fight in the Tianji Palace. How about we compete outside. For these two fellow Taoists, the mere restricted space will naturally not be a problem for them." Can Ku.
After looking around for a while, he suggested this.
"Of course you can, I have no objections to this poor monk!" The silver-robed monk slowly nodded.
"Then let's follow what Master Can Pavilion said." Han Li also looked indifferent.
So the group of people immediately walked out of the hall and came to the door of the hall again.
The rest of the people stood still on the ground, but one of Han Li and the silver-robed monk flashed green light, turning into a blue rainbow and shooting up to the sky, while the other one sprouted a white lotus under his feet, gently lifted it up, and slowly flew into the air.
rise.
A moment later, the two stood in the sky above Tianji Hall, facing each other dozens of feet apart.
The silver-robed monk stared at Han Li for a while, then suddenly uttered a Buddha's name, and a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his face.
When Han Li saw this scene, his originally lazy expression dropped, and he suddenly asked with a frown:
"I've heard for a long time that Master Yuanzhi is the Vajra Protector of Buddhism. Could it be that he practices the rumored Mingwang Jue?"
"Oh, I didn't expect fellow Taoist to know our Buddhist Kung Fu quite well. This is exactly what I practice. I hope fellow Taoist Han can give me some pointers." The silver-robed monk heard Han Li call out the name of the Kung Fu he performed.
, he was startled for a moment, but then he said proudly.
As soon as he put his hands together, he spoke Sanskrit sounds from his mouth, and the light silver runes floated directly from his silver robe. At the same time, not only his face, but also the skin all over his body began to turn into a light gold color. For a moment, it was like a golden Arhat descending.
The world is ordinary.
Han Li's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was trembling.
The opponent's performance is clearly a sign that Ming Wang Jue has reached the fourth level of cultivation. This shows that the opponent's body is as hard as an ordinary magic weapon. If an ordinary flying sword were to attack him, he would probably be able to withstand it with his bare hands.
However, if the other party only has this level, it naturally cannot be his opponent.
He immediately shook his sleeves without saying anything, and suddenly there was a clear sound, and dozens of golden flying swords swam out from his sleeves, turning into long swords of light, hovering in front of him.
Immediately, Han Li issued the same spell and lightly tapped it in the air.
All the sword lights trembled, and the golden light emitted. In an instant, one turned into seven, transforming into hundreds of unique sword lights. After a short dance, the golden sword light almost covered half of the sky, like a patchwork of sword lights.
The dazzling golden waves are extremely powerful.
Chan Ku and the other Danjie monks who were watching the battle below couldn't help but change their expressions when they saw this scene.
There is no need for this Great Monk Han to use any more magical powers. With so many sword lights rolling in at the same time, I am afraid that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators will never be able to resist it.
The silver-robed monk opposite saw this scene, but was indifferent. He just raised his hands, and red and green spiritual lights flashed in his hands at the same time. A red Zen staff several feet long and a string of emerald-green Buddhist beads appeared respectively.
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At this moment, Han Li on the opposite side made a seal with his hands, and hundreds of sword lights buzzed, turning into a golden glow and sweeping over him like flying.
"Well done!"
However, the silver-robed monk shouted loudly and suddenly raised his hand. The red Zen staff turned into a red dragon and faced it directly towards the opposite side. The emerald green Buddha beads in the other hand were also sacrificed. After a little green light flashed,
, turned into a green light curtain, protecting it inside.
Immediately, this great Buddhist cultivator lowered his eyes and kept changing his hand seals, as if he was about to use some extremely mysterious magical power.
The crimson dragon shook its head and swung its tail, then plunged into the golden clouds transformed by the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.
I don’t know what material the Zen staff is made of. Although Jiaolong was struck by hundreds of sword lights at the same time, under the intertwined golden light and red light, he was not cut into pieces by the sword lights of Geng Jing.
Not to be outdone, the red dragon bared its teeth and claws, biting and fluttering in the golden clouds, never seeming to lose its footing.
"Ten Thousand Years Fire Coral!" Seeing this situation, Han Li murmured, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Although the flying sword mixed with Geng Essence is extremely sharp, there are naturally several materials in the human world that can completely withstand it. This ten thousand year fire coral is one of them.
It's just that this kind of material is rare, and it's probably more difficult to find than Geng Jing. The Zen staff of this monk Yuanzhi is actually made of this kind of material, and it seems that the proportion is quite high. Otherwise, it would never be able to withstand so many
The flying swords all slashed together, but they were unharmed.
Han Li was surprised, but his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword did not rely solely on its sharpness to win. Immediately with a mental urge, a small part of the sword light continued to entangle the red dragon, while the majority of it circled around and passed from one side.
, turned into golden light and shot straight towards the monk.