"You don't need to know now. When you are strong enough, they will naturally come to you, so you must be careful. After you go to Canglong Continent, you must hide the power of the Five Spirit Art and wait for the opportunity."
"Then what level do I need to reach before I can come into contact with the enemies of the Han family?" Han Yi asked calmly.
"At least I need to reach the realm I once had, the supreme realm." The old man suddenly looked sternly, and his momentum exploded. Han Yi's body seemed to weigh as much as tens of thousands of kilograms. He couldn't help but take a step back, and even dropped the stones under his feet.
Trampled to pieces.
However, the momentum disappeared in a flash, and the old man coughed violently, with bright red blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
"Are you okay?"
"It's nothing, it's an old injury. We have been living in this dark place for thousands of years, and finally we have found someone like you who can place the hope of the Han family. I really want to tell you everything I know."
"Tell me your name. If the Han family is restored in the future, your name will definitely be listed alongside those six ancestors."
"Haha, hahahaha..." The old man suddenly burst out laughing, "Han Yi, you don't need to remember my name, you just need to know that we, all of us, are doing this for you and the Han family.
I have managed to survive until now, but I must avenge the Han family and restore the Han family’s lintel."
After he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his hands and formed a seal in each hand, and the terrifying spiritual power overflowed from his body. Han Yi sensed the spiritual power and couldn't help but retreated several steps in a row.
"What a terrifying spiritual power. It's just breath. It makes me have the urge to kneel down."
"That's the suppression from the realm." Zhao Tianji said in Han Yi's mind, "He used to be a supreme being."
A layer of blue and green flames suddenly rose from the old man's body, and a huge shadow appeared behind him. The shadow was dressed in colorful clothes and had a face that was very similar to the old man's, except that one eye was blue and the other was green, which was strange.
Han Yi quickly retreated without him needing to remind him. The moment the spiritual power statue appeared, the surrounding space seemed to be stagnant, and a majestic force rushed towards him. In Han Yi's perception, the spiritual power
The oppressive feeling emitted by the Dharma can completely cause any monk in the spiritual general stage to explode and die.
Even a monk at the Spirit King stage would never be able to withstand its oppression for too long when faced with this thing.
Han Yi retreated for thousands of meters in a row, until he reached the edge of the underground palace, and then stopped. He looked at the tens of meters tall spiritual power statue inspired by the old man from a distance, breathing rapidly, and his face was full of yearning.
color.
That is the peak level of power. It can kill monks like them with just the pressure of breath.
"This spiritual image seems to be too weak." Zhao Tianji appeared next to Han Yi.
"What? Too weak? You're not mistaken, if I had retreated slower just now, I would have been dead now." Han Yi looked at Zhao Tianji in disbelief. Such strength was actually too weak.
?
"He's right." Xiaoyou didn't know when he appeared at Han Yi's feet, looking at the spiritual power form dozens of meters high in the distance, and said calmly.
"Why did you appear suddenly?" Han Yi was startled by Xiaoyou's sudden voice.
"I saw that you were so powerful that you could defeat enemies all the way. You didn't seem to need my protection, so I looked around. This underground palace is quite old." Xiaoyou said, looking at the main hall behind the old man, "That main hall
There are also some interesting things in there.”
"In the Five Lights Palace?"
"Hmm. Also, the spiritual power that the old guy inspired is really too weak."
"He just said that he was once a Supreme, which means he is no longer a Supreme." Han Yi remembered what the old man had said before.
"He must have been seriously injured, so his level has dropped to the level of the current Spirit General stage. Not only him, but also the five spirit envoys you have fought against before, all fell to the level of the Spirit Sect stage after being seriously injured.
of."
"So that's it." Han Yi suddenly understood. No wonder he felt that their strength was so powerful. Their cultivation and combat power at the Lingzong stage were even more terrifying than that of Wu Lian's inner disciple.
However, he couldn't even defeat Wu Lian, so how could he kill them? Han Yi frowned, even if they recovered from their injuries, they couldn't be killed by him so easily. The methods of the Spirit Emperor monks were not at all
He could imagine that what they practiced was still such a terrifying spiritual technique.
"They died for you."
The old man's words echoed in Han Yi's ears, and he suddenly thought of that beautiful woman, who was like his mother.
There was also the Golden Spirit Envoy, that man who looked elegant and sharp, like a sword. He threw himself at him regardless of his own safety and gave his chest to his sharp claws.
There is also the water spirit, who is melancholy and natural, and his every frown and smile is as dazzling as the stars; the fire spirit, who is as red as fire and has a sincere temperament, who does not hesitate to set everything on fire; the earth spirit, a man like an iron tower, actually sheds tears for him in the end.
They may have stayed in this place for too long. A Spirit Emperor monk can live for more than three thousand years. Although his cultivation has declined, his body and spirit will not change. After waiting for so long, they finally waited
A person came who could inherit their will, so they would rather die in such a humble way than let Han Yi embark on this road to power.
The old man in the distance finally completed the last seal. In an instant, all the power was withdrawn from his body. He fell from the air and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The spiritual power turned into a beam of light and shot towards the Five Lights Palace.
At the gate, a huge pattern emerged and completely absorbed the light beam. With a rumble, the door of the main hall suddenly opened.
The old man sat on the ground, looked at the Five Lights Palace, and laughed.
"How are you?" Han Yi quickly walked over to the old man and asked with concern.
"Don't worry about me anymore. I'm very satisfied to be able to sleep here together with the Five Spirit Envoys." The old man's face was calm.
"The Qiankun Lock Realm was set up by you in your heyday, right? Now if you want to open it, you need to sacrifice the spiritual fetus." Xiaoyou stood next to Han Yi and looked at the old man.
The old man was shocked when he heard this. He looked at Xiaoyou and his pupils shrank.
"Sky Fox Clan."
"I asked you guys, can you stop acting like you've seen a ghost every time?" Xiaoyou rolled his eyes.
"Why is the aura on your body so weak?" the old man wondered.
"Don't mention this, if it weren't for those bastards from the You clan, would my aunt have ended up like this?" Xiaoyou was furious and furious, looking like she was bitter and resentful.
"Calm down, calm down." Zhao Tianji suddenly appeared, comforting the furious Xiao You and greeting the old man.