Han Li was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room on the second floor of the attic, with his eyes closed tightly and his body covered in azure glaze. He used his fingers to create a strange spell. A ball of purple flame the size of an egg floated gently in his palm, flickering. stop.
This is the magic flame that Han Li cultivated using dry blue ice flames and the cold air spewed out by six-winged frost centipedes.
This fire is obviously more powerful than the dry blue ice flame, and it is Han Li's biggest trump card now.
After discovering this fire that day, every time Han Li refined a trace of dry blue ice flame, he immediately transformed it into purple magic flame and truly took it as his own.
In order to distinguish it from the Holy Fire of Shura, Han Li called it "Purple Extreme Fire".
He believed that even if a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was contaminated by this fire, he would definitely not be able to bear it. As for whether the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could be killed, Han Li had never actually seen a late-stage Nascent Soul monk take action, so he couldn't predict it at the moment.
It is a pity that although the power of this fire is incredible, due to the limitation of the refining quantity of dry blue ice flames, it can only control so many violet extreme fires. Otherwise, if the number of extreme fires is increased several times, it will be fair and just. He has never been able to fight against the late Nascent Soul monks.
"Congratulations, Master! This purple fire seems to be three times more powerful than when I first met you. It seems that this fire still has a lot of potential to be tapped!" Han Li heard Yin Yue's astonishment in his mind. Sweet sound.
When Han Li heard this, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Without saying a word, he opened his mouth. With each exhalation and inhalation, the violet extreme fire instantly turned into a thin line of flame and was sucked into his belly.
He then loosened his fingers and stopped the technique.
"Although this purple sky fire is sharp, unfortunately the quantity is too small to be completely relied on. What I hope most now is to be able to open the "Void Heaven Treasure Cauldron". If what you said about the power of the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure is not false, , with this cauldron in hand, it should be enough to sweep across Tiannan. Only then will we really have peace of mind in this world." Han Li opened his eyes and said slowly.
"Master, please rest assured, the magical power of the Xutian Cauldron is only as great as what the little maid said, but not as great as it is." Yinyue smiled sweetly and said confidently.
Han Li nodded after hearing this, and when he was about to say something else, suddenly a white light flew from outside, and Ying Ning's crisp voice hurriedly came out from the white light.
"Uncle Han, come to the main hall quickly! Senior Ma and the others have returned, and the Mulan people will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white light circled and then flew out of the quiet room.
Han Li's face darkened, and after a few cold flashes in his eyes, he stood up and walked out.
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When Han Li arrived at the main hall, Gu Shuangpu and the bald-browed man were already there.
The old man surnamed Ma and another monk in brocade robes with a slightly hunched back and pale face were talking to the two of them.
Brother Murong, Ying Ning and the others were standing nearby with two other unfamiliar alchemy monks, listening with solemn expressions on their faces.
However, when Ying Ning saw Han Li coming in, she glanced over and smiled sweetly.
"Fellow Daoist Han is also here. Let me introduce you. This is Friend Bu Yunhe, who presides over Tiantai Valley. This is Friend Daoist Han from Luoyun Sect." He forced a smile on his bald-browed face and introduced in a relaxed manner.
Seeing this situation, Han Li's heart sank slightly.
It seems that the situation is worse than imagined!
"I heard Brother Lu mention Brother Bu's name this morning. I'm really glad that fellow Taoist escaped safely." Han Li said politely with a trace of kindness on his lips.
"My embarrassment really made fellow Taoist Han laugh. Thanks to fellow Taoist Ma for taking over this time. Otherwise, it would have been really dangerous." The monk surnamed Bu also knew about Han Li's existence from other people, so there was no surprise on his face.
Instead, he said with a wry smile and showed gratitude to the old man named Ma.
"It's nothing, it's just a little effort. But the pursuers retreated before I even took action, which really made me a little depressed!" the old man said with a smile.
"This is the ancient treasure from your fellow Taoist land. The momentum is so astonishing. Those Muran people who are chasing are not sure, so they naturally refuse to touch it head-on. However, this invasion of magicians is really different from the past few times.
Not only was he well-trained, but the ancient behemoth he carried was even more powerful. Not only was he thick-skinned and thick-skinned, but he was also wearing armor and had an astonishingly huge body. In addition, he was blessed with a variety of weird forbidden techniques.
Once he is abandoned and breaks into the formation, it will only be a matter of time before the formation is broken." The monk surnamed Bu said, with a trace of lingering fear on his face.
"Is it possible that even fellow Taoist's Nascent Soul stage cultivation can't hurt the giant beast?" Han Li was startled when he heard this. He couldn't help asking with a strange expression on his face.
Although he had known for a long time that the giant beasts carried by this army of mages were unusual, but it was so powerful that he still couldn't believe it.
"With my cultivation and the full blow of the magic weapon, I was able to hurt this beast. However, at that time, I was jointly attacked by two high-level magicians and was completely distracted. This led to the formation being broken by the giant beast.
Yes. Daoist Lu, there are Daoist Ma and other reinforcements here, so they shouldn’t be lost as easily as in the Tiantai Valley down there." After thinking about it for a moment, Bu Yunhe's expression softened a lot.
"Fellow Daoist, how many great master-level magicians are there in this team of magicians? If there are not many, five of us Nascent Soul monks have dispatched together to catch the opponent off guard. Even if we can't kill one or two Nascent Soul level
Mages, but it would be good to seriously injure them." Gu Shuangpu suggested gloomily.
"I'm afraid this disappoints Brother Gu. Although I haven't fought against them one by one, in addition to the two great masters who showed up, I also met another one who sent a message later, asking us to pay more attention to the strange method.
Scholar. Although that man has never made a move, the aura on his body is indeed extremely strange. He may have been transformed by some alien species. Besides, apart from these three people, I am not sure if there are other high-level magicians hiding.
"Bu Yunhe sighed and said, looking disapproving.
"That's it. It seems that we should weigh the opponent's strength first. If the opponent's strength is too strong, we still rely on the large formation to confront the opponent. Anyway, the task now is just to buy some time for the later ones." After hearing this, the bald-browed man said,
He also nodded in agreement.
Gu Shuangpu frowned, showing an indifferent expression, and did not persist any longer.
Han Li and the old man named Ma had no other opinions.
So below, the bald-browed man first asked Taoist Priest Chongxu to take Bu Yunhe to a quiet room for healing, and then ordered Ning Ying and other monks to arrange for the defeated Tiantai Valley monks, and then ordered more manpower to guard the main position.
Seeing the big man surnamed Lu keeping everything in order, Han Li nodded secretly.
It seems that it is not unreasonable for the Nine Nations Alliance to guard this place alone.
At this moment, everyone in the hall suddenly heard a "rumble" of war drums, faintly coming from a distance, and the sound became louder and louder, like thunder on a sunny day.
The expressions of everyone in the hall changed.
"It seems that the Mulan people are chasing us in a hurry. As soon as we came back with our front legs, they followed us with our rear legs." The old man surnamed Ma said with his face covered with frost and his eyes showing murderous intent.
"Okay, let's meet each other first and see if there are any powerful figures in this team of magicians. This time we have to work hard for three fellow Taoists. You two should also go out with us. After all, you have fought against them.
Now, if the other party has some sinister tricks, we can warn them in advance." The bald-browed man first fisted at Han Li and the others, then turned his head and gave instructions to the two alchemy cultivators who had followed Bu Yunhe in retreat.
One of the two people has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a dark face, and the other has a horse-faced face with thin eyebrows and is a bit gloomy.
Hearing what the big man named Lu said at this moment, after looking at each other, the two of them immediately clasped their fists and agreed.
At this moment, Han Li looked towards the place where the drum sound came from, his face expressionless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
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To the south of Huanglong Mountain, a large group of black Mulan monks were riding several strange flying instruments, neatly arranged at high altitude, overlooking the vast sea of green mist that was dozens of miles wide.
At the front of the army of magicians, there were more than a dozen people standing side by side, with all kinds of auras and treasures flickering on their bodies. They were the high-level magicians of the Mulan people.
Among these people, there are three people who are the most eye-catching. One person is covered with red light, and a weird fire snake with a thick mouth is wrapped around his body, which is ferocious and terrifying. One person is skinny and tall, as tall as a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind can blow it.
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There is another person whose body is covered by a black robe, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but his whole body emits a strange black aura, and there are faint ghostly cries emanating from his robe, making people tremble with coldness and dare not approach him.
The actual situation is also the same. Everyone else is crowding around the other two, but the black-robed mage is floating alone in front of the crowd, as if he is not from the same group as the other mage.
The other magicians also looked at the man in black robes with evasive eyes, full of awe. But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a hint of disgust in this awe.