Naturally, Han Li had already discovered that the Blood Light Saint Ancestor was chasing after him, and he felt a shudder in his heart. He had already activated the magic power in his body to the extreme, and the transformed Peng bird was beating wildly with its four wings.
But the small boat driven by the Blood Light Saint Ancestor was so fast that it was the only flying treasure that Han Li had ever seen in his life.
With the same two pairs of crystal wings vibrating, the boat followed far behind, unable to close the distance any further, which made Han Li feel helpless.
Is it really necessary to have a fight with this incarnation of the Bloody Saint Ancestor?
But regardless of whether the other party has other powerful magical powers, the two treasures in his hands alone can be called heaven-defying mysteries! He has absolutely no confidence that he can resist them.
But at this moment, he has been locked by the opponent's spiritual thoughts. Unless he is tens of thousands of miles away from the opponent in one breath, there is no way to truly get rid of him.
As Han Li fled, his mind was racing and he was secretly thinking about countermeasures.
As several flashes passed by a hilltop, the Dapeng suddenly let out a low cry, and thousands of silver feathers shot out from its body. In a flash, they turned into array flags.
As soon as the colorful rays of light flashed, the formation flags and talismans trembled and disappeared in the mountains below.
Although Dapeng did this, his escape speed was not affected at all. With a series of flashes, he escaped from the small mountain range and disappeared again at the end of the sky.
After a short while, at the end of the sky on the other side, a blood streak appeared in a flash, and then the sound of breaking through the sky appeared above the mountains, and a small blood-colored boat suddenly appeared in the air.
On this boat, there were three young men with identical faces, standing on it with cold expressions.
There was a person at the front, eyes slightly narrowed, arms folded.
The two people behind them closed their eyes and kept their hands locked together.
As soon as the blood-colored boat blurred, it was about to disappear into the void in the flash of blood.
At this moment, thousands of light pillars suddenly spurted out from the mountains below, and various colors of light flashed, forming an unusually gorgeous giant magic circle over the mountains.
Just as the blood-red boat was about to escape, it felt that the air nearby suddenly became extremely thick and thick, and it was suddenly submerged into the power of the magic circle.
"Hmph, it's just a temporary magic circle that wants to trap me!" Seeing this situation, the bloody boy standing at the front didn't change his expression, but said with a sneer.
Then another young man standing behind him released his spell, opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and a ball of black light was ejected.
A small cauldron loomed in the black light, it was the Ziyan cauldron!
"break"
The young man who spurted out the purple cauldron lightly patted the cauldron with one palm and shouted expressionlessly,
Suddenly, the small cauldron glowed brightly, and its size surged, and it suddenly became as big as more than ten feet.
Then there was a buzzing sound, and a black rune about ten feet in size flew out of the cauldron. It rolled around and turned into a black hurricane.
The black wind was like a huge turbulent wave, carrying incredible power, rolling around, making the whole sky tremble.
The huge magic circle only resisted for a few times, then tore apart like paper, and finally turned into countless spiritual lights that collapsed and disappeared.
The giant purple cauldron flashed, shrunk in an instant, and turned back into a ball of black light that submerged into the young man's body.
The young man took a long breath and closed his eyes again.
Seeing this, the bloody boy at the head laughed wildly, and the bloody boat turned into a thread of light and shot out again.
The process of being blocked only took a few breaths.
At the same time, Han Li, who was flying wildly in front of him, suddenly sensed that a link in the dark world had suddenly disappeared.
A hint of horror flashed through his eyes!
How is it possible! This Qianmiao Haiyun Formation equipment can already exert 80% of the power of the array, but it can't stop the old demon even half a minute.
Han Li was shocked, and his heart sank even more.
After a while, the wings of the giant roc he transformed suddenly shook, and hundreds of feathers shot out.
As soon as these feathers were shot out, they turned into various colored talismans in a flash, and disappeared into the void one after another.
Only two silver charms were left floating in the original place.
A flash of silver light suddenly transformed into a golden armored warrior, holding a golden giant blade in his hand, floating there with his head held high.
Another silver talisman transformed into a faint golden shadow, flashed behind the soldier, and then disappeared strangely.
But the giant roc itself had no intention of staying at all. After a few flashes, it disappeared again at the end of the horizon.
Looking from a distance, it seems that this soldier is the only one standing quietly here.
Not long after, the space in the distance fluctuated, and the bloody boat appeared in the nearby void with a flash.
The bloody young man standing on the boat was startled at first when he saw this scene, but after briefly looking at the golden armor, a sneer appeared again.
"This human boy knows a lot. He can even refine such a high-level shadow puppet. But this thing is completely vulnerable to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man standing at the end of the boat slowly opened his eyes and raised one hand without saying a word, and a small seven-color tower suddenly appeared.
With a flash, a seven-color tower thousands of meters tall suddenly appeared in the sky above the golden warrior, and moved downwards.
The soldier's face was expressionless, but the golden giant blade in his hand slashed high into the air without showing any signs of weakness.
There was a loud rumble.
A golden sword light that was more than a hundred feet long struck the bottom of the tower shadow, but disappeared like a bull in the sea.
The huge tower shadow fell downwards, and suddenly countless seven-colored light surged out, submerging the golden armor into it.
When the light in the sky dimmed and the tower shadow returned to a small seven-color tower, the soldier suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The young man who sacrificed the tower took back the small tower with one move of one hand.
The bloody boy at the head laughed loudly, and the bloody boat turned into a bloodshot and shot forward.
But the blood streaks flashed past the void where the armored man was taken away. Suddenly, there was a flash of silver in front of his eyes. Another golden armored man flashed out silently, and with a gesture of his hands, a vague statue with three heads and six arms emerged from behind.
, the six arms waved together, and six huge balls of golden light smashed directly into the boat.
Before it actually hit the boat, a terrifying power that was both familiar and unfamiliar rolled in with force.
"True magic! This is impossible!"
The young man who was the leader of the group, who initially seemed not to care about the attack, was shocked and blurted out when he saw this.
But the young man behind him didn't say anything. He flipped his hand over, and a small purple cauldron appeared in a flash. He patted it with his backhand, and a layer of purple light curtain immediately emerged, covering the entire boat.
They were all protected in it.
Six balls of golden light struck the purple curtain. After making several muffled sounds, they were absorbed by the light curtain in a flash.
But within this moment of delay, the bloody boat suddenly stopped in the void.
Although the leading boy still looked a little surprised, he also reacted, his face darkened, and he raised his arm to draw a seemingly strange circle in front of him.
With a "Puff" sound, a large white hole suddenly appeared in front of the boat. In a flash of blood, a python-like shadow shot out from it. In a blur, it directly penetrated the golden warrior's body, and then circled around. One le.
An irresistible force immediately descended on the soldier.
A muffled sound!
The golden armored man even had time to activate the Dharma behind him, and then it burst open instantly, turning into little bits of silver light and disappearing.
The folded three-headed and six-armed dharma image also made a crisp sound and fell apart at the same time.
The bloody boy at the head snorted coldly, his eyes flashed and he wanted to urge the boat to escape again, but his expression changed and he raised his head sharply.
Above the boat, I saw the rays of sunlight rolling in from nowhere, and a looming palace and pavilion appeared in it.
It is the Nine Palaces Tianqian Talisman that Han Li quietly planted!
The moment the young man discovered it, the palace and pavilions were already emitting thousands of rays of light and were about to fall, trapping the bloody boat into a restraint.
It was the young man at the back who suddenly threw the seven-color pagoda out of his hand again.
Suddenly, a huge tower towered overhead, blocking the dense palaces and pavilions in mid-air, unable to make a single drop.
Then the young man muttered something in his mouth, opened his mouth and spurted out a ball of essence and blood, and at the same time shouted the word "collect" in his mouth.
In an instant, seven-colored rays of light rolled up from the top of the tower, and with a twist, all the shadows of the pavilion were absorbed into the rays of light.
As soon as the light faded, the huge tower shadow disappeared, and the seven-color small tower fell back into the young man's hands.
The young man at the head felt relieved immediately, and then with a loud laugh, he urged his blood boat to escape from the light.
…
At Yitian City, all the restrictions outside the giant wall were finally breached by the demons. Nearly half of the city had been lost. Countless demon knights and monsters poured into Yitian City like a tide.
But the one hundred and eight fine gold warriors were still floating motionless in the sky, and turned out to be just phantoms condensed by clever magic circles.
When this matter was finally discovered by the human guards not long ago, their morale naturally fell to the lowest point again, and they all retreated and fled.
At this time, on the top of an unnamed mountain hundreds of miles away from Yitian City, nearly a thousand men, women, and children wearing uniforms were looking in the direction of Yitian City, which had been suppressed by the billowing demonic energy.
Some clasped their hands tightly, some had whining expressions on their faces, and some showed a look of luck that could not be concealed.
Although they had different expressions, they all remained silent and seemed to be well-trained.
Right in front of this group of people, a pale middle-aged man in a green robe was also looking in the same direction with a complicated expression.
It is none other than the Supreme Elder of Yitian City, the "Master Qinglong" who originally fled back to the city!
"Let's go. The destruction of Yitian City is irreversible. You are the seeds of our four major sects. As long as we survive the calamity in Tianyuan City, our four major sects will one day rise again. Now it is not too late, Let's set off immediately." Master Qinglong suddenly turned around and gave instructions to these monks in a deep voice.