These Yellow Turban Warriors were extremely agile, holding various weapons such as sabers, spears, swords, axes, and so on. As soon as they landed, some of them jumped up, like a large yellow bird gliding in the air, and some of them ran wildly, causing the earth to emit a deafening buzzing sound.
In an instant, a dense army of Yellow Turban Warriors rushed toward Han Li from all directions. They covered the sky and the momentum was terrifying.
Han Li stood in place and calmly swept his gaze around him.
The next moment, a Yellow Turban Warrior was the first to arrive in front of him. The spear in his hand pierced down, turning into a spear shadow. It made an ear-piercing whistling sound and covered most of his body.
Han Li's eyebrows moved. He ignored the spear shadows as if they were nothing. He reached out with one hand and grabbed the spear with lightning speed.
A turbulent force surged along his arm, causing his body to sway slightly. Although he stabilized himself in an instant, his eyes still flashed with a trace of surprise.
The strength of this Yellow Turban Warrior is really amazing!
While thinking, he pulled the spear back with his arm, causing the Yellow Turban Warrior to stagger. His other hand clenched into a fist and punched.
Bang!
The spear in the Yellow Turban Warrior's hand fell out, and his whole body was knocked backward. He smashed into the crowd behind him, knocking dozens of Yellow Turban Warriors in a row before stopping.
As a result, the Yellow Turban Warrior turned over and immediately stood up. A clear fist shadow could be seen on his chest.
Although his movements were a little slower than before, he still continued to rush toward Han Li with the rest of the Yellow Turban Warriors.
Han Li casually tossed the spear in his hand behind him, sending several of the Yellow Scarf Warriors flying. When he turned around and saw this, his pupils shrank. He had used fifty percent of his strength in that punch, shattering a mountain, but he hadn't been able to kill a single Yellow Scarf Warrior.
At this time, the surrounding Yellow Turban Warriors had already swarmed over.
Han Li snorted coldly. He took a step and his body moved with a series of afterimages. At the same time, he shook his fists and suddenly became blurred.
Dense fist shadows appeared and bombarded in all directions.
"Peng Peng" sounds rang out!
The yellow-turbaned strongmen were sent flying one by one, and deep fist marks appeared on their chests. When they collided with the strongmen behind them, they immediately fell to the ground, and the originally aggressive and astonishing offensive slowed down.
After the Strongmen that were sent flying fell to the ground, they flipped over and stood up again.
Han Li's eyes turned cold. His figure flickered, and he appeared like a ghost in front of a Yellow Turban Strongman who had just been sent flying. Without hesitation, he punched the fist mark on his chest.
Crack!
The Yellow-scarved Strongman's body shuddered and cracks appeared on the surface of his body. Rays of yellow light shot out from the cracks and his body shattered, turning into a yellow mist that filled the sky and dissipated.
Han Li's expression relaxed. Although these yellow cloth puppets' bodies were hard, they were not indestructible.
The surrounding Yellow-scarved Strongmen swarmed in like a tide again.
Han Li took a light breath, and his chest and abdomen flashed with blue light. Six light spots appeared, and his body suddenly swelled up. Then, his body swayed left and right, and a few blurry figures appeared.
Peng Peng Peng!
Seven or eight of the Yellow Scarf Warriors that were flying over were sent flying and then directly exploded.
Han Li's hands danced like a hurricane, and wherever he passed, a dense fist shadow appeared.
A series of loud noises accompanied the roar of the air!
Within a dozen feet of him, all the strongmen were sent flying, and their bodies shattered, turning into a yellow mist.
No matter how strong these strongmen's bodies were, under the power of the Little Big Dipper Origin Art, it was nothing.
… …
Immortal World, a vast and boundless pitch-black sea.
Above the sea, the wind whistled, and the black mist filled the air, constantly rolling up a dozen feet high turbid waves.
In the sea where the black mist was the densest, there was a huge black city floating steadily.
The city was more than a hundred feet high and had a radius of a hundred miles. Above the northern city gate, there were three ancient characters engraved: Blackwater City.
The outer city of the city was built with huge black square stones. Occasionally, under the reflection of the sun, it would reflect a crystal-like luster. However, the inside of the city was like an ordinary secular world. There were rivers, fields, trees, streets, and markets.
He could also see many people coming and going, and it was an endless stream of people.
The city was not flat. The closer one was to the center of the city, the higher the terrain, the closer the buildings were, and the more magnificent the palaces and pavilions were.
At the highest point of the huge city, there was a small inner city. It was separated from the other buildings on the periphery by a black river, and there was a clear dividing line.
In the Inner City, there were exquisite pavilions and pavilions, quiet and beautiful ponds and water corridors, and there were even artificial mountains and gardens. At the center was a vast platform, and on the platform stood a three-story pavilion with double eaves. It was completely made of wood, with vermilion arches crisscrossing, and a glazed roof with yellow tiles. There were dragon and phoenix sculptures on it, and it was extremely exquisite and gorgeous.
On the highest floor of the pavilion, all the windows were wide open. Looking in all directions, the field of vision was very wide. Not only could one see the scenery of the inner city, but even the large black sea outside the city could be seen at a glance.
The furnishings in the pavilion were very simple. There was only a square table in the center, and on both sides of the table, there was a round silk praying mat.
On the table, there was a dark red copper incense burner with a beast inscribed on it. Green smoke was slowly rising, and the fragrance filled the entire room.
On the right side of the praying mat, there was a thin old man with gray hair and a purple lotus crown sitting cross-legged. He was holding an exquisite teacup, and he was carefully sipping it.
The color of the tea in the teacup was dark green, and it was even better than jade. The fragrance was faint, and it was not even as fragrant as the sandalwood in the incense burner. However, after entering the mouth, the taste was extremely exquisite, and the spiritual energy was rich, leaving one with an endless aftertaste.
The thin old man slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and sincerely praised, "Fellow Bone Flame, your Black Water Spirit Tea really lives up to its reputation."
"Fellow Clear Flame, you flatter me.
If you like it, you can bring more back, "a withered, yellow-faced man with a wide forehead said indifferently.
"Previously, because of the sects in the lower realm, Brother Yan and I did not have much contact. In the future, we should cooperate more and develop together," Clear Flame Daoist said with a warm smile.
"If we can take down this person this time, we might have to work together and dig out the secrets that he might be hiding." Bone Flame Daoist nodded.
"Speaking of which, what is this person's identity? Did Brother Yan find out?" Clear Flame Daoist asked with a serious expression.
Bone Flame Daoist shook his head and asked, "After you contacted me last time, I have already asked around through some channels, but I did not obtain any useful information. Did you find anything on your side?"
"It's not much different from yours, and I also can't find out anything about this person.
The information that Ten Direction Tower has leaked is very limited. We only know that the client has a powerful background, but we don't know the specifics. "Clear Flame Daoist sighed.
"The more it is like this, the more I am interested in the secrets that this person might be hiding.
It seems that we can only wait until after this matter is over, "Bone Flame Daoist said with a chuckle.
Clear Flame Daoist laughed heartily and asked, "Haha, seeing how confident Brother Yan is, you must have some secret treasures to give to your disciples, right?"
Bone Flame Daoist glanced at the thin old man and said, "Could it be that Fellow Yan doesn't have any trump cards?"
Bone Flame Daoist didn't mind and said with a smile, "In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, I naturally have some."
Bone Flame Daoist saw that the other party didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions and only casually said this.
Seeing that the other party didn't want to say more, Bone Flame Daoist didn't ask any more questions and only casually said this.
The thin old man's expression changed when he heard this, and he was extremely shocked.
"It's actually a Dao Soldier … Fellow Yan, you really have great fortune and astonishing fortune, but it's only a Yellow Turban Dao Soldier of the three lower grade Dao Soldiers. It's not worth mentioning."
Bone Flame Daoist waved his sleeve and put on an unconcerned expression, but a trace of pride flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Even if it's a lower grade Dao Soldier, it's still far from what other magic treasures can compare to. With this treasure, even if that Han guy has three heads and six arms, he'll still be able to capture him," Clear Flame Daoist said. The envy in his voice didn't decrease in the slightest.
Bone Flame Daoist heard this and smiled without saying anything.
At this moment, Clear Flame Daoist suddenly thought of something and raised his eyebrows as he asked, "That's right, this Han Li is also an outer sect elder of Leng Yan Sect in name. That guy, Leng Yan, won't cause trouble and interfere, right?"
Bone Flame Daoist's expression turned cold, and he said with a cold smile, "If he's not afraid that there will only be two top sects left in Spirit Huan Boundary, then he can come and try."
Clear Flame Daoist nodded, and his thin face also revealed a hint of a smile.
…
In a mysterious space, above a thick layer of gray clouds, three figures stood in the air. They were Tong Renjue, Daoist He Shan, and Duan Renli.
At this moment, Duan Renli was holding a yellow gourd in his hand, and he was chanting.
The gourd was half the size of a person, and its surface was lit up with circles of fine golden words. At the mouth of the gourd, there were some golden runes that were similar to these small words floating around, and they emitted an ethereal aura.
As he chanted a series of profound and cryptic incantations, a burst of golden light revolved around the mouth of the gourd, and yellow bean-like objects flew out of it, all of which shot downward.
Once these beans came into contact with the gray clouds, tiny whirlpools immediately appeared on the cloud layer, and they were pulled in and swallowed, disappearing without a trace.
"Could this be … Bean Soldiers!?
I didn't expect your sect to be able to use such a legendary celestial technique! "Daoist He Shan looked at the yellow gourd in Duan Renli's hand with a face full of envy.