Chapter six hundred and ninety-ninth disaster eastward
Chapter 699: Disaster Moves Eastward
As Marquis Nanlong spoke, he brushed his hand towards his chest, and a soft white light flashed.
The place that was originally sunk returned to normal in an instant.
The faces of Wang Tiangu and others changed slightly. But the old man surnamed Yun said without changing his expression:
"Don't worry, everyone. He just used secret techniques to temporarily control his injuries. He is not out of trouble! But what's wrong with this boy named Han? Send one person up to entangle him, and the others will kill Nanlong Marquis first."
After the old man said this coldly, he calmly pointed at Yinlun in front of him.
This magic weapon immediately turned into a silver rainbow and flew to his head, then sprinkled a large piece of silver light to protect his whole body.
The old man's figure appeared vaguely in the silver light.
Obviously, this person also knew that Marquis Nanlong hated him to the core, so he did not seek merit, but sought no fault.
Wang Tiangu frowned, and seemed to think there was some truth to it, so he tilted his head and said to the monk surnamed You next to him:
"Brother You, I'll leave this kid to you for now. You don't have to fight him to the death, just hang on to him for a moment and a half. Once Nanlong Hou is dealt with, his death will come."
Wang Tiangu finally no longer concealed his murderous intention towards Han Li. After giving Han Li a cold look, a black light several feet high suddenly appeared on his body, and his whole body was plunged into darkness, looking extremely strange.
Seeing this, the old woman and the black-faced man also sprayed out magic weapons and slowly gathered around.
"It's easy to say, just leave this fellow Taoist Han to me!" The monk surnamed You chuckled, and a white jade Ruyi slipped out of his sleeve silently, then stepped forward and stood facing Han Li with a half-smile.
For him, it was a piece of cake to entangle a newly advanced Nascent Soul monk. This was much safer than directly facing Nanlong Hou, a mid-level Nascent Soul monk.
Han Zhan stared at the monk surnamed You, standing motionless. But the moment the old woman left the stairs, her heartbeat intensified, and a palm shrunk in the cuff of her sleeve firmly clasped an ancient treasure.
At this moment, Marquis Nanlong suddenly flicked his hand backwards, and a piece of golden cloud flew out. At the same time, it wrapped around three jade boxes on the jade bed behind him, and then flew back into his hand.
"Go on!" Marquis Nanlong waved his hand without any hesitation. One of the jade boxes shot towards Han Li.
This move caught everyone's expectations, and naturally no one had time to stop it.
The jade box was easily taken into Han Li's hands, but he blinked, looking a little confused.
"Since fellow Taoist did not join them, I will give you this jade box as a gift. If there is really a secret of Falling Demon Valley in the box, fellow Taoist can bring it out of here alive, even if your luck is good, fellow Taoist." Finished.
All this, Nanlonghou put his hands behind his back and said pointedly.
When Wang Tiangu, the old man surnamed Yun and others heard this, their expressions changed drastically.
Han Li lowered his head and looked at the jade box in his hand, pursed his dry lips, and suddenly felt the urge to laugh wildly, but he suppressed it with his extraordinary sense.
There are so many monks in the attic trying to grab things. It's really funny that someone would take the initiative to show them to their door.
Naturally, Marquis Nanlong did not have any good intentions in doing this.
With Wang Tiangu and others determined to win the jade box, the jade box is now given to him. This is obviously a trick to move the disaster eastward, so as to distract Wang Tiangu and others' attention so that they can be stressed out.
The reduced one ran away.
However, this person can afford to take it and let it go. He can bear the pain and still give him one of the treasures he got. He really has some heroic qualities.
But now that the treasure is in his hands...hehe!
After Han Li sneered, he flipped his palm without hesitation, and the jade box disappeared and was put into the storage bag.
"Chan'er, you two help Daoist You. Don't let the boy named Han escape by taking advantage of the situation. A few of us old guys are enough for the fight here." Wang Tiangu's face darkened and he did not hesitate.
The ground commanded.
He was actually calm enough and was not stunned by the treasure in the jade box. He only sent the two weakest ones, Wang Chan, to watch over Han Li, and did not allocate any other manpower to deal with Han Li.
The others looked at each other and said nothing.
Although the treasure is tempting, as long as the Nanlong Marquis is eliminated, Han Li, a mere early Yuanying monk, will not be able to capture him at the same time.
"Yes. Second uncle! I was just thinking about meeting this 'Senior Han'!" Wang Chan's eyes flashed sternly, and he agreed with a sinister smile.
Then he waved to Yan Ruyan and walked towards Han Li.
The complex look on Yan Ruyanmei's face flashed away, and she followed her silently.
Seeing this, Han Li glanced at the two of them indifferently, with nothing strange on his face.
It's funny to say that although there were crossbows and swords drawn in the attic, neither Wang Tiangu or the others nor Nanlong Hou had the intention to take action first.
It's not that the two sides still have any feelings for each other. It's just that everyone knows that Nanlong Marquis is now trapped and still fighting. Once he takes action, it will definitely be shocking. Maybe one or two opponents will be killed together if he is determined.
A mid-Nascent Soul cultivator's dying counterattack is terrifying, and these old guys are all very aware of it. Naturally, no one is willing to be the first to take action and bear the opponent's fatal blow.
Moreover, of course, they themselves are not afraid of the opponent delaying. As long as Nanlong Hou does not have time to meditate and recover, his injuries will only become worse and worse, which is more beneficial to them.
Strangely, Nanlong Hou also stood there without moving, as if he didn't care about the injury at all. But the bright red color on his cheeks became even brighter, and now it has become as bright as a drop of blood.
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This made Wang Tiangu and others dare not act rashly, fearing that the other party had already used a powerful secret technique to fight for their lives, so they all stared at Nanlong Hou with cold eyes without blinking.
As for the monk surnamed You on the side, he also had similar thoughts towards Han Li. Anyway, he only needed to entangle Han Li immediately, so he had no plan to take action first.
Wang Chan wanted to kill Han Li immediately, but because he was not strong enough, he naturally did not dare to act rashly.
As a result, although murderous intent was everywhere in the attic, it became quiet for a while.
After a moment, Han Li, who looked thoughtful, suddenly sighed softly. Although the sound was not loud, it was very eye-catching at this time.
But the Yuanying old monsters in the attic were all cunning and cunning. Except for the monk surnamed You across the way, no one else even raised their eyelids, and no one was distracted to look over.
Wang Chan on the opposite side curled her lips, a hint of ridicule flashed in her eyes.
In their minds, Han Li would naturally only wait for Marquis Nanlong to take action before taking action. Only in this way could he have a slim chance of survival in the chaos.
But no one expected that after Han Li sighed, he actually took action.
Han Lishen raised his hand without any change, and a black thing appeared in his hand.
The monk surnamed You squinted his eyes. Before he could see what it was, Han Li unceremoniously threw the object into the air. After the object spun around in the air, it instantly rose sharply, and in the blink of an eye it was gone.
It became as big as seven or eight feet, and it stretched between the two people like a huge wall, separating them from each other.
Only then did the monk surnamed You see clearly. This was actually a dark hill, with black light flashing all over it. He didn't know what kind of treasure it was.
However, after he was startled, he did not panic. Instead, he pointed at the Jade Ruyi magic weapon in front of him.
Immediately, the buzzing sound of Yu Ruyi started loudly, and then the white light burst out. In the halo of light, a giant white tiger actually appeared.
Although the tiger looked a little blurry, as soon as it took shape, it opened its mouth wide and a bowl-sized pillar of scorching white light shot out in a flash, hitting the black hill directly.
A loud "rumbling" sound came, and the white light instantly submerged most of the hill into it.
Wang Chan on one side also reacted. He made a seal with both hands without hesitation, and a blood-red thick mist suddenly emerged from his body, engulfing his figure. At the same time, there was a smell that made people want to hear it.
The bloody smell of vomiting instantly filled the entire attic.
Yan Ruyan's face was expressionless, and with the same seal, a similar thick bloody mist appeared on her body, but this time there was no bloody aura coming out, but it was filled with a weird sweet scent that made people faint.
He felt groggy and his consciousness immediately became unclear.
Seeing this, the monk surnamed You felt even more relieved. While controlling the white tiger on Yu Ruyi to spray out a beam of light again, he slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a light blue gourd about an inch in size appeared in his hand.
Just when he was about to sacrifice the gourd in his hand, he suddenly heard a slight thunder that seemed to come from the opposite side. He was startled and became vigilant. He pinched the hand without hesitation, and a thick layer of white
The photomask appeared in my hand first.
Almost at the same time, a silver electric arc flashed beside him, and Han Li's figure with wings on his back appeared there, almost clinging to his protective light shield.
"Ah You……"
The monk surnamed You looked shocked, but he finally had a lot of fighting experience. He hurriedly raised the blue gourd in his hand, and a blue arc shot out from the mouth of the gourd, which was very dazzling.
But at the moment when the blue arc was shot out, Han Li had no intention of avoiding it. Instead, he opened his mouth and blew lightly, and a wisp of blue flame as thin as silk spurted out from his mouth, piercing through the white light mask without any obstruction.