Hearing what his junior sister said, the old man surnamed Fu had a flash of hesitation in his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he still nodded in agreement:
"Since the Page of Styx has no effect on fellow Taoist, I won't force it any more. But I want to leave a mark on fellow daoist. As long as fellow daoist does not leave the southern border, the mark will automatically disappear after half a year.
Disappear. Fellow Taoist Han, please don’t mind what I did!”
"Yes, my whereabouts are not secret. Fellow Taoist, just cast a spell." Han Li smiled and agreed without thinking.
When the old man heard this, he made a gesture with one hand without hesitation. After a few spells were spoken, a blue light shot out.
Han Li looked carefully and saw that this magic weapon was indeed just an ordinary mark. He immediately raised his arm and let the blue light disappear into it and disappeared.
The old man surnamed Fu showed a satisfied look, closed the pages of Styx, and said to everyone:
"I have finished talking about everything. Since Fellow Daoist Bai still needs three days to think about it, my junior sister and I will wait for Fellow Daoist Bai on this mountain for another three days. Brother Yuan and Fellow Daoist Han can leave and prepare first. The entrance to the Yin-Yang Cave is in the Ten Thousand Poison Valley.
, although the poisonous flowers and poisonous weeds scattered throughout it are not a big threat to us. However, I hope that fellow Taoist Yuan will bring some poison-proof treasures. Before entering the Yin-Yang Cave, it is best for us not to consume too much mana."
"Repelling poison? Hehe, this is a piece of cake for our Poison Saint Sect. Just leave it to Yuan. I'll take the first step." The big man said with a laugh.
Then he raised his fist to the others, patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and released the huge spirit turtle. The people were wrapped in a gray gust of wind, and flew away on the spirit beast.
Seeing this, Han Li had no intention of staying any longer and also said goodbye.
Turn into a blue rainbow and leave through the sky!
Half a year may be a bit tight for him, but it is still enough to refine the Three Flame Fan first. As for the treasures to deal with ghosts, he has the evil-proof thunder and the soul-crying beast at hand, so he needs to prepare something else.
He was so anxious to refine the treasure fan first, naturally he was thinking not to be afraid of ten thousand, but to be afraid of the worst. If he encountered any unexpected danger down there, if he had this fan and the humanoid puppet in hand, he would be able to
Enough to sit back and relax.
With this consideration in mind, Han Li drove the escape light and headed all the way to the Silver Snake Mountain in the central part of southern Xinjiang.
More than ten days later, Han Li appeared above a strange mountain range.
This mountain range is not small, with a length of three to four hundred miles, but the mountain range is long and slender, winding and undulating, like a giant snake. However, the trees growing in this mountain range are mostly strange trees with light silver leaves.
Looking down from a very high place, Silver Snake Mountain really deserves its name.
Han Li did not stop anywhere else and flew directly to the end of the "Silver Snake"'s head.
Before he even flew close, Han Li felt gusts of hot wind blowing towards him, with a pungent smell of sulfur in it.
After a while, several naked volcanic heads appeared in front of us, each of them cone-shaped and extremely ugly.
What is shocking is that low roars can be heard from time to time in these craters, and some of them directly emit streams of fly ash, which looks really amazing.
But just like this, there were all kinds of escaping lights flashing around these volcanoes, and many monks were walking in and out of these craters. There were actually dozens of monks gathered here.
Most of these monks are in the foundation building stage, and there are also those in the elixir-forming stage, but there are only a few of them.
This is also normal. Once the elixir is formed, the average monk will naturally focus on cultivating his own magic weapon and there is no need to come here again.
As for the Yuanying monks, there seems to be no one at all.
Han Li stopped escaping and looked at what was happening below him from high in the air. Suddenly, blue light flashed in his pupils. The fire veins in this area immediately fell into his consciousness clearly.
After a while, Han Li found the place with the strongest fire veins. With a flash of inspiration, he flew straight to a place between the two volcanoes.
After reaching a place a hundred feet above the ground, the escape of light suddenly stopped.
Han Li shook his sleeves, and seven or eight small golden swords flew out from the cuffs. They circled in front of him for a while, then he made a seal with his hands and shouted lowly.
The flying sword made a clear sound, and at the same time turned into a huge golden light several feet long, slashing hard towards the ground.
Suddenly there was a roaring sound from below, and the golden light was dazzling wherever the sword light hit.
When Han Li's expression changed, all the sword lights flew back in a circle, and the light disappeared from the spot, revealing a huge crack of more than twenty feet, which was dark and unknown how deep it was.
The nearby monks who were refining weapons in other places were naturally alarmed by Han Li's big move, and some couldn't help but fly towards Han Li.
As soon as Han Li sensed the actions of these monks, his face immediately darkened, and he suddenly released the powerful aura of Nascent Soul level monks.
An astonishing amount of spiritual pressure rose into the sky and immediately swept around with Han Li as the center.
The monks within dozens of miles around were all startled by Han Li's aura. Those monks who originally wanted to see what was going on hurriedly turned around and left. Some of the closer ones even hurriedly left the original place where the weapons were refined.
Dispersed in all directions. They were all afraid of inadvertently offending this senior expert and thus causing undue disaster to themselves.
Han Li was very satisfied when he saw that all the nearby monks had the wisdom to avoid this place. He immediately fell directly into the crack below, and the light disappeared in the crack in a flash.
But not long after, all the monks who came to Silver Snake Mountain to refine weapons knew that there was a Nascent Soul-level monk here, and they all tried their best to avoid this place.
The ten-mile radius with the crack as the center has become a restricted area, and no one dares to take a step.
As the days passed, the crack was silent at first, but after a month passed, rumbling thunder could be heard from time to time. After another month, the thunder became sparse and replaced by bursts of clear sound.
, as if the phoenix was singing for nine days. Then the sound gradually subsided, and it became silent from then on.
While Han Li was busy refining treasures, in a side hall of the imperial palace in Jinjing, more than ten male and female monks in different costumes gathered, including Taoist nuns, monks, and Confucian scholars.
All of them are at the Nascent Soul stage and above. One of them, a monk in brocade robes with a square face, and an old woman holding a golden crutch, are even middle-stage Nascent Soul monks.
And the old man with the black crown was among them.
These people were all sitting quietly on the chairs in the palace, all silent, and some of them looked anxiously outside the palace door from time to time, as if they were waiting for someone.
"Eleventh brother, you did not admit the wrong person, is he really the old man? But three hundred years ago, I witnessed the fall and death of the seventh uncle." The square-faced monk suddenly asked the Taoist priest with white hair and beard opposite him, with a hint of trace on his face.
concern.
"Uncle Qi's appearance is so strange, how could I mistake someone for him? Besides, even if the person is fake, Uncle Qi's magic weapon, the Cold Moon Blade, will never be wrong." The old Taoist replied with a wry smile.
"Second brother, don't be nervous. Won't you know if it's true or not in a moment? With so many of us here, we're afraid that all of us might be mistaken. If it's true, uncle Qi, God will help our Ye family. If it's false, even if he
Even if you are a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, don’t even think about stepping out of this palace." Another old woman in the middle Nascent Soul stage said gloomily.
"That's true, but there's nothing wrong with being careful." The square-faced monk seemed to think it was reasonable. He sighed and said nothing more.
After a full hour, when a few bells were faintly heard in the distance, suddenly a figure flashed at the door, and a tall and thin man appeared there for some reason. Then he took a light step, and the person suddenly stood up strangely.
We arrived at the middle of the hall.
This person's appearance suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
His eyebrows are scorched yellow, his eyes are small, but his head is extremely large, nearly half the size of an ordinary person. It is dangling on the neck, looking like it will break at any time, which is really weird.
But when the cultivators in the temple saw the terrifying appearance of this man, they all stood up in shock.
"Are you really the seventh uncle?" The square-faced monk took a deep breath and asked cautiously.
"Hehe! Second boy, we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, and you don't even recognize me. But it's no wonder. I came back from the dead, which naturally makes you a little suspicious. However, I have the third boy's sound transmission jade slip here, you see
You'll know what's going on just by looking at it." The weirdo laughed, raised his hand and threw a green jade slip over.
The square-faced monk looked surprised, but he still took the jade slip and immersed his consciousness in it.
In just a moment, the face of the square-faced monk suddenly changed several times. When he drew out his spiritual consciousness again, he immediately bowed to the strange man with great joy:
"It turns out that the death of Uncle Qi back then was actually a clever plan arranged by the previous Great Elder. My nephew was rude just now, so I hope Uncle Qi will forgive me."
"You can act so carefully. I'm happy before it's too late, so why would I blame you?" The weirdo waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
The other monks also looked at the jade slip, and not long after, all the monks in the hall were surprised and came forward to pay their respects.
"Really Uncle Seven"
"Meet my third uncle!"
The greetings came one after another!
"Gaga, please excuse me from all of you."
The weirdo was extremely happy, so he sat on the main seat without any ceremony.
"The third brother said on the jade slip that the seventh uncle had advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage two hundred years ago. This is true." The old woman said respectfully.
"Yes, when those big sects secretly attacked me, they thought I was likely to advance to the later stages, so they secretly set a trap to kill me. After I escaped that disaster according to the clan's arrangement, I finally lived up to my expectations.
Everyone hoped that I could advance successfully. Originally, according to the arrangements of the elders of the clan, I should not have shown up to you unless the Ye family was at a critical moment of life and death. However, the three boys who were the only ones who knew about my existence suddenly suddenly appeared not long ago.
Come to me, tell me about your plan, and as the current elder of the clan, ask me to help with this matter. I thought about it again and again, and felt that this matter is really related to the life and death of our Ye family, so I set out
I've come to wish you a helping hand." The weirdo's face suddenly became serious.