Chapter 1140 Waiting for the Rabbit

After Han Li's expression changed a little, he returned to normal in a blink of an eye and walked leisurely in front of the Liulian Hall as if nothing had happened.

Miaohe Zhenren and another old man in yellow robe only glanced at Han Li. Although he was a little surprised that Han Li's dry and thin old man's cultivation was not low, he did not go to his heart much. He took the other four Jiedan monks directly to the city center.

And Han Li walked forward without looking back. It seemed that the simulation was just passing by the shops of Liulian Hall.

However, at this time, He Zhenren and the old man in the yellow robe moved their lips slightly, but there was no sound coming out, and they began to talk with the art of sound transmission.

Han Li turned his back to the two of them slightly, but then recovered as usual, farther and farther away from Miaohe Zhenren and others.

After the last turn, Han Li was here. I walked into a seemingly-style attic.

After a full hour, he was in the palm of his hand. The monk dressed in the cabinet sent him off and came out. But he didn't leave immediately, but walked into another house nearby...

When Han Li walked out of the fifth with satisfaction. At the time of the store, more than 100 high-level spiritual stones have been collected in exchange for magic weapons, ancient treasures and some rare materials.

But when he came out this time, there were suddenly more people nearby. The unidentified monks of the elixir seemed to be nothing, but there was a trace of strange color in their eyes.

Han Li sneered and immediately cancelled his original plan and walked along the street. He swaggered out of the city, and finally walked out of the stone city.

Most of those monks used hidden spells to follow Han Li. The gate was over, but they immediately looked at each other.

Because it was clear before. Han Li, who was still shrouded in their divine thoughts, disappeared strangely in the eyes of the public, and the nearby was empty, without any escape.

These monks were naturally in chaos.

Some of them were secretly sent by those shops, and some of them noticed that Han Li frequently went in and out of several shops. Every time the shopkeeper sent them out respectfully, they followed them by themselves.

Although the old man dressed as Han Li is a monk in the late Jiedan period, these people will not really shrink back under enough benefits yin*. Even before, someone had already discussed the joint proposal.

But now Han Li's mystery disappeared, which made these monks stunned and could only search nearby for a while, but they got nothing. Finally, they could only return to Shicheng depressed.

Not long after these people left, the blue light flashed in the high altitude of the place where Han Li disappeared, and a figure flashed out vaguely. Then the light on his body restrained, and the figure solidified into a shape. It was Han Li who returned to his original face.

Han Li looked at the Stone City, with a sneer on the corners of his mouth.

If he hadn't suddenly had another plan, he didn't want to startle the snake before and let the Yuanying monk in this city exist. He will never let these monks who follow him live.

They couldn't see through Han Li's hidden spell, which should be a fluke. Otherwise, Han Liyi would never mind waving these elixir monks to destroy them.

After Han Li looked around in the sky, he identified a certain direction and turned into a blue light.

After a while, the blue light fell at the sip between the two hills surrounding the small city.

Here, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the silence is abnormal, and there are some thick mountain fogs that do not disperse.

Han Li just glanced around and nodded slightly.

As soon as the hand was raised, a pile of colorful flags emerged. After more than a dozen rays of light shot out, they disappeared around one after another.

Then a layer of white fog quickly emerged from the ground, and merged with the water mist in the mountain, and they could no longer distinguish from each other.

Han Li's figure was submerged in the fog.

Han Li, who laid the hidden magic circle, patted a spirit beast bag around his waist in the fog.

Buzzing loudly, thousands of gold-eating insects swarmed out of the mouth of the bag and turned into a golden cloud floating in front of him.

Han Li sat down cross-legged, gently recited words in his mouth, and began to flash the blue light on his body,

After the sound of "boom", the worm cloud turned into golden flowers and flew away in all directions.

Almost at the same time, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes. The divine light in his eyes was first crystal clear, and then strangely dim.

This is the secret art of enlightenment that Han Li once used when he fell into the Devil Valley. It is a kind of magic power that he realized by himself with the help of Da Yanjue, which can turn most of the divine knowledge into thousands of small divine thoughts, temporarily attached to each gold-eating insect, as if there were thousands of more ears and eyes.

This kind of magic of enlightenment and the art of attaching spiritual objects to Han Li's previous divine thoughts seem to be a little similar, but it is completely different.

One is to divide most of the divine consciousness into countless small divine thoughts at a time. With the help of the gold-eating worm's ears and eyes, the search and exploration that the divine mind cannot be carried out can only be carried out under the personal command of the Yuanshen. It cannot exceed a certain range, otherwise the divine thoughts will be taken back by

The other is to attach the independent distraction to the spirit, so that the distraction can flexibly command the spirit to do things according to the order in advance. The yuan god does not interfere, and can even directly command the sacrificed spirit insects and beasts to attack the enemy. To a certain extent, it is similar to the incarnation. And as long as it can't be attached, no matter how far away it is from the caster.

It is difficult to use unless it is inconvenient for the mind of God, and it feels quite chicken ribs. The art of attaching spiritual objects is a kind of magic power that few people can master in the late Yuanying monks, which can't be said in the same day.

Now, as soon as all the gold-eating insects flew out of the white fog, some immediately drilled the ground and some rose into the air. In a blink of an eye, all these worms disappeared without a trace.

Han Li, sitting in the magic circle, closed his eyes again, and his face was cold and silent.

Little by little, the sun gradually set from the surface of the sea, and finally at night, the whole Biling Island fell into darkness.

However, the lights in the stone city are bright, and the moonstones full of spiritual power are shining, shining all over the stone city like day. In this way, it became more and more dark around the stone city, and the sound of the sea breeze kept roaring, as if countless demons were hidden in the dark.

Although the monk doesn't care about the day and black liquid, he can also see clearly with a little mana at night, but the distance is far worse than that of day. But it can't be done in the alien sea. There are many monsters in the outer sea. Not to mention that they usually travel on the sea, even if they stay on the island at night, they may be secretly approached by some monsters who are proficient in concealment, and then suddenly attack them!

After all, it is impossible for ordinary monks to release their thoughts on alert at all times. As a result, the number of monks who fall every year is almost more than in the case of officially killing monsters.

Therefore, unless there is an emergency or a high-level monk with a large number of self-containing magical power, the monks on the island will try their best to strengthen their vigilance at night. The gathering points of the monks are naturally forbidden to open, and all the monks who have not gone to sea have shrunk.

In the stone city wrapped in the mountains, eight stone towers lit up at the same time, and a light blue light curtain protected the whole stone city in it to prevent monsters from sneaking into the city to attack.

But on such a night, several people with cloaks quietly arrived at the gate of a city.

The gate was guarded by a elixir and several monks in the foundation period. The leader just opened his cloak slightly, revealing his true face. When the guard monk saw it, he immediately hurriedly opened a crack in the siege and sent a few people out of the stone city.

As soon as these people left the city, they immediately turned into a few escape lights and disappeared into the dark night sky in a blink of an eye.

Several people's escape was not slow, but none of them opened their mouths, just in a hurry.

But Fang left the stone city for more than a hundred miles, and suddenly there was a soft "wow" sound from the escape light. After a pause, a slender white line shot out of the escape light and disappeared into the void behind him.

The rest of the monks were stunned and couldn't help but stop and look back one after another.

With a "Zi", a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out in the dark sky at afar, and the white line faintly hit. After a strange hissing, a big golden light fell down from afar.

"Is that?" Another monk lost his voice in surprise.

But the monk who took the initiative to attack made a move, and the white line suddenly flew back from a distance. After a circle, it turned into a snow-white needle and fell into his hand. At this time, he said slowly:

"No, it seems to be some kind of spirit insect. I don't know if it's wild or domesticated. But this worm has not been pierced by my 'white mourning needle'. It's really hard. Go and pick up the body of this insect, and I'll see what kind of spirit insect it is.

The last sentence was that the man turned around and ordered the two monks behind him.

Suddenly, the two people behind him answered respectfully, turning into two escape lights and shooting directly into the dark underground in the distance, looking for the dead golden spirit worm.

But after a cup of tea, the two flew back depressedly.

"Tent the door master, the worm doesn't seem to be dead, and there is no his body over there!" One person replied with some trun.

"Isn't dead? Do you think my white mourning needle is an embroidery needle? It's useless to kill a spirit worm!" The monk's tone sank and seemed to be a little annoyed.

"Brother Bai, maybe that's really okay. I don't have the trace of that worm." At this time, another monk with a cloak suddenly said solemnly.

"That's true, let me have a look!"

The monk who released the fine needle treasure was shocked and hurriedly covered the divine consciousness in the distance and searched carefully.

After a moment, his face under his cloak became ugly, and there was no trace of the golden worm in that area.

In surprise, his lips moved slightly and said a few words, and then the other monk raised his hand at the same time without saying a word. One released a small green hammer, and the other raised countless slender white silks in his hand. The two kinds of treasures protected themselves in a blink of an eye.

"Which tall man is following me? Don't be sneaky. Come out and see!" The monk who released the white silk shouted loudly, and at the same time, his eyes swept around, and his body suddenly released a shocking momentum.

(second update!)

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