"It depends on how Fellow Daoist Hu thinks about it. If it's just an ordinary blow, there's no problem in receiving it. If he would rather lose some life essence and even plan to use his spiritual treasure, Junior Brother Han may not be safe and sound. But Fellow Daoist would not do such a thing that hurts both sides." Xiang Zhili frowned and said slowly.
"Brother Xiang said it was polite. But brother Xiang didn't know it. Hu Laomo recently got a strange treasure. I heard that its power is no longer inferior to Lingbao, but this treasure only needs to be sacrificed with a special secret technique in advance. After some refining, it can be used easily. As long as Hu Laomo matches his own mana a little bit, the power will be unimaginable. I think he will use this treasure in all likelihood." Old Monster Feng chuckled.
"There is such a thing!" Xiang Zhili's face changed slightly, a little moved.
Just as the two of Xiang Zhili were muttering, the two confronting each other in the air finally took action.
Seeing the old man with the wooden crown, with a flick of his sleeves, a ball of green light shot out, and after a circle, it turned into a thing and stopped in front of the old man.
It turned out to be a simple and unsophisticated scroll, with strange emerald lights flashing on it, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling.
The old devil cast a cold glance at Han Li, who was opposite him, and suddenly made a gesture with both hands, muttering something in his mouth.
The scroll slowly opened amidst the sound of the incantation. A mass of emerald light flickered on the opened scroll, and there were more than a dozen emerald green hills of different sizes, which turned out to be a beautiful landscape painting.
But before anyone can clearly see the content on the scroll, a green mist immediately emerges from the scroll, submerging the entire scroll in the blink of an eye.
Immediately there was a cry in the fog, and eighteen pillars of green light rose into the sky.
An incredible scene appeared!
When these beams of light converged in the sky, there were miniature hills about ten feet high, each of which was green and full of aura, and it was from these hills that the sound of crowing came out.
"This is¡¡"
Seeing this vision, Han Li was startled. The originally lazy face became serious, and without thinking, he flipped his hands over.
Immediately, the two treasures that had been held in his hands for a long time, a green wooden ruler and a small blue tripod, appeared in his hands respectively.
Throwing the wooden ruler in front of him with one hand, the lotus shadow suddenly appeared, and then swelled up, turning into a giant silver lotus in front of him, and the wooden ruler was slowly turning at the lotus heart, shining bright green Light.
Almost at the same time, Han Lichong flicked the small blue cauldron lightly, and with a clear sound, the cauldron cover flew away, and a slender blue silk shot out.
Under the pervasive blue light, it turned into a silk net with a width of more than ten feet and descended from the sky, protecting Han Li in it.
The Xutian Ding itself also turned into a few feet in size and flew to the sky above the head.
Then Han Li made another tactic, a golden light flashed on his body, and a layer of golden mask tightly attached to his clothes emerged, which is exactly the vajra mask transformed by Buddhist relics.
After laying down the three most powerful layers of protection in one go, Han Li felt relieved.
Hu Laomo on the opposite side saw all this, but said lightly:
"Since you are ready, the old man is about to make a move."
Following the words, the old devil let out a low shout, and made a fist with both hands, a jet of black light shot out from his mouth, and disappeared into the green mist.
The old devil poured spiritual power into the scroll in the fog.
After a muffled bang, the green mist rolled violently, and eighteen black beams of light rose into the sky, each of which poured into the eighteen miniature hills high in the sky.
These small hills suddenly became dazzling green and soared one after another. In just a few breaths, they turned into giants with a height of fifty or sixty feet, eighteen real peaks, and the cries in the mountains became louder and louder. The cleaning was abnormal, and a gray ape about the size of a foot was looming in the mountains, and there was no other mystery in it.
Seeing this scene, the monks below were amazed for a while. Zi Ling couldn't help worrying secretly.
"go!"
There was a flash of blackness on the old devil's face, and with one hand he grabbed Void, which weighed more than a thousand catties, and a hill trembled and flew towards the opposite side. After the old devil grabbed several times with a dignified face, seven or eight hills screamed and smashed towards Han Li's position in a row.
Don't say seven or eight of this kind of behemoth, even if there is only one, ordinary Nascent Soul monks will never be able to take it.
Although there were still about a dozen mountain peaks left, Laomo Hu let out a long breath, his eyes dimmed, and his hands stopped. I don't know if the old devil is really afraid and feels that these mountains are enough to give Han Li a little color, or directly grabbing these mountains really consumes a lot of mana, and he doesn't want to consume too much mana.The fluctuation of ?? turned into little fragments, collapsed and disappeared.
But Han Li had already urged him to make a decision, and the huge skeleton immediately turned into five puffs of white air and fled in all directions, and there was a phoenix cry from below, and a three-color fire bird surged out from the three-flame fan, hitting it head-on. Under Cuiyang.
A halo of tens of feet in size exploded, and the three-color light slowed down the falling of the emerald green light. The two intertwined in mid-air, but it was obvious that the three-color light flames were exhausted, and they fell down again.
Han Li's eyes flickered, and he tapped the small cyan tripod above his head with one hand.
The cyan silk screen that was originally protecting him turned into a cloud of cyan spiritual clouds and rushed into the air with a flash of inspiration.
As soon as this cloud joined the three-color halo, it finally supported the falling emerald light temporarily.
But as the other two peaks also fell one after the other, Cuimang slowly pressed down again.
Han Li took a deep breath, and flicked the silver lotus in front of him.
With a flash of the giant lotus in front of him, it disappeared in place out of thin air. But the next moment, the seven-colored Buddha light flashed above Han Li's head, and the silver lotus appeared again.
And the small green ruler at the lotus heart turned around, and the lotus rose wildly again.
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