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Chapter 773: Famous Party, Enemy Conspiracy

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    Han Li quietly meditated in the room. After an unknown period of time, the little spiritual power that was originally consumed by the rush gradually returned to its peak state.

    When he opened his eyes and looked inside his body, a slight smile appeared on his face.

    Since Qingyuan Sword Art has been practiced to the tenth level, it is obvious that the recovery of spiritual power has increased a lot compared to before, which can be regarded as a surprise.

    With this in mind, Han Li pondered for a while, then reached out and took out a shiny black wooden box from his pocket, with a few gleaming blue forbidden talismans stuck on the box cover.

    With one hand flicking the cover of the box, a few talismans fell off and turned into a few streaks of blue light that flew into the cuff.

    Han Li tapped the box again with one finger, and the lid opened by itself, revealing the contents inside.

    A large palm talisman covered with runes stayed quietly in the box, and there was a small blood-colored dragon swimming back and forth faintly on the surface of the talisman.

    Han Li stretched out his hand to lightly touch the talisman, and the talisman flew out, circled and landed lightly on his hand.

    He spent several days and failed three times in a row before finally succeeding in refining this talisman.  Although I don't know how powerful it is, I can be sure that the power of this "spiritual charm" is much lower than that described in the method of refining.

    After all, the three failures in refining the talisman caused the eighth-level dragon soul to lose most of its soul power, and the real effectiveness can only be tested in actual combat.

    Han Li touched the various runes on the surface of the talisman with his fingers, and fell into deep thought, his expression changing from cloudy to cloudy.

    While Han Li was sitting cross-legged in his room to meditate, there were several mysterious figures sitting around a stone table in a certain stone room that was tens of miles away from Tiannan Camp, in a certain stone chamber, discussing  whats the matter.

    There were five men and two women, one of them was wearing a black robe, and one could not see their faces.

    However, two of the other people were people Han Li knew.  One was the woman surnamed Le who used the ancient lamp during the battle of Huanglong Mountain that day and made him suffer a lot.  The other one was the middle-aged Confucian scholar who hunted him down for days and nights and severely damaged his vitality, that Divine Master Zhong.

    The other three men were a black and thin old man, a short man who was less than four feet tall, and a handsome man in brocade clothes.

    "Master Le, how is the preparation of the spiritual oil? You need to know how long the holy lamp is lit, which is related to the length of time the holy bird will appear in this world. There is no room for any mistakes." The thin old man was wrinkled, but his eyes  With crystal clear eyes, he sat at the corner of the stone table and asked the woman surnamed Le lightly.

    "Master Zhu, don't worry. This battle is related to the life and death of my family. I have brought out all the lamp oil that my family has stored for more than a thousand years. It is enough to support the holy bird to finish this battle." Le of the green shirt  The surname is a woman, Huarong said solemnly.

    "Brother Zhong, the spiritual array you organized should be fine. Compared with Tiannan cultivators, our magicians are inferior to the opponent in both quantity and quality, and we can only rely on the spiritual array to suppress it."  The opponent attacked." The old man turned his face and asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar again.

    "There is no problem. My hundreds of years of spiritual magic circle research is not in vain. I have passed on to them several new and improved large formations. If Brother Tiannan still uses the power of the original spirit magic circle to measure this  If they fight, they will definitely be surprised." Confucian scholar said calmly.

    "That's all right! Brother Bi, as soon as the melee begins, you let all the high-ranking mages summon ethereal beasts to attack, so as to attract the opponent's attack and consume the monks' mana as much as possible. Fang Zongzhu, this requires the cooperation of your giant beasts  It's gone." The skinny old man said a few words to the dwarf, and said politely to the man in black robe.

    "Before the war begins, I will give you those giants. However, the nobles will not regret what they promised us after it is done." After the black-robed man fully agreed, he said something more meaningful.

    "Repent? Brother Fang was joking. After the battle with the monks just now, will our Mulan tribe do stupid things to offend the noble sect? Anyway, your Yin Luozong is also one of the top ten demon sects in the Jin Dynasty. Once our Mulan tribe wins Tiannan  , will only try to cultivate life and rest as much as possible, and it is not a big deal to hand over a few mortal countries to the noble clan. Anyway, these mortals are all from the Yan tribe, and we will not care about their life or death." The skinny old man's eyes flickered  A few times, said coldly.

    "That's good. This time, if our Yin Luozong Zhenzong's treasure 'Ghost Luo Banner' was not destroyed by those guys from the righteous way, it urgently needs a lot of living souls to repair it. This sect will never get involved with you mages and  In the battle of the Tiannan cultivators. Collecting a large number of living souls in Dajin will definitely be entangled by those righteous guys. Although we are not afraid of them, the restoration of the treasures cannot be delayed." After the black-robed man nodded, his voice changed  Said with emotion.

    &nbspWhen the key is pressed, Brother Fang can release these corpse soldiers to help our clan.  After all, no matter how well prepared we are, we don't know how the monks will deal with the enemy.  Naturally, we should be more careful.  "The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks trembled slightly, and he said with a half-smile.

    "Oh! I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Zhu to know a lot about the sect's secret arts. Although it is easier to refine the bronze armored corpse soldiers, if you lose too much at one time, it will be detrimental to the future development of the sect. If this condition, then  The Tiannan cultivator who drove the evil god's thunder must be captured alive by you." After thinking about it for a while, the black-robed man did not refuse, but stated his own conditions.  (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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