Chapter 872 The Abyss of Magic

"Hmm! Brother Wei, why do you have to ask knowingly? I don't believe that Taoist friends are not a little afraid. At such a young age, he has advanced to the middle stage of Yuanying, and with several magical powers, he is also very powerful. After advancing to the later stage of Yuanying, there is no place for us in Tiannan. The man in black said coldly.

"Hey hey! My opinion is a little different from that of Brother Hehuan. Wei Wuya glanced at the old demon of Hehuan and said with a smile.

"There is a difference, Brother Wei might as well talk about it. Is it possible that after this boy advanced to Yuanying in the later stage, Brother Wei still has the confidence to suppress this person? The old demon of Hehuan said gloomily.

"Repression? In order to suppress it? I am the largest of the three monks in the middle grade, and I will sit down for more than a hundred years at most. Even if he is reincarnated as a true immortal, he can't advance again in a hundred years? If so, even if he is cultivated in the future, he can sweep the whole world. What does this have to do with me? Wei Wuya said faintly.

"The forces that Brother Wei was willing to support with great effort were finally taken away by him alone? If Taoist friends are willing to join hands with me, Wei can even give in to some things? The old demon of Hehuan said with his eyes narrowed.

"I'm not interested in eventful! Besides, Brother Hehuan doesn't think it's too late to use these brains now? If this person is in the early stage of Yuanying, Taoist friends are willing to pay enough price, and they will also be moved. But now the other party's cultivation is not as good as ours, and it will not be too weaker than us in magic. I'm not interested in the next enemy of the same level, let alone the endless misfortunes of my family. Don't forget that our hierarchical existence wants to be completely destroyed. It's almost impossible. Even if the plan is thorough in advance, it is likely to be a loss. Of course, if you can make up the lineup to deal with the ancient demon at the beginning, it's another matter. But in my opinion, Taoist friends should not do these useless little actions. Instead, it provoked this person's hostility. After all, even if this person really has a chance to unify Tiannan, it will not last long. Don't forget the underground field of the god monk who once dominated Tiannan all day long. Wei Wuya said with a sneer in the corners of his mouth.

The old demon of acacia was stunned when he heard these words, and then fell silently. I don't know if I have listened to Wei Wuya's words.

At this time, Han Li and Zhiyang Shangren had been thousands of feet deep under the whirlpool.

Under the heavy pressure of Reiki. Naturally, the two of them can't fly to the bottom in an instant, so they can only go down slowly.

Han Li sacrificed the blue light shield early. It turned into a layer of blue light mask to protect the whole body. At the same time, more than 30 golden flying swords turned into sword shadows, rotating quickly around the body, and the body kept sinking down.

As for the supreme person next to the sun, it is even more exaggerated. From the beginning to now, with a mouthful of white flying sword turned into a rainbow around the body, easily breaking the layers of white aura. Side by side with Han Li.

This made Han Li look at it and admired it in his heart.

These old monsters in the later period of Yuanying are indeed some unusual existence.

Thinking of this, Han Li scanned it again with his divine consciousness. As a result, after only penetrating more than ten feet below, the divine consciousness was rebounded, and there was no effect at all.

As for the spiritual eyes of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it can penetrate more distances, reaching a distance of 30 or 40 feet. But what I see in my eyes is still a piece of white. On the contrary, those aura whirlpools that appear from time to time, which can't escape the magic power of the spiritual eye, were all seen and cleverly hidden by Han Li in advance.

Every time he could anticipate and avoid those hidden aura whirlpools in advance, and naturally fell into the eyes of the sun. The Taoist priest secretly said that he was surprised, and the intention of entlowing Han Li was stronger.

As for whether Han Li is in the later stage of Yuanying. The matter of unifying the major forces is not worried at all.

He asked himself that he absolutely didn't look at it. Han Li is the kind of ascetic person who is committed to pursuing the way of heaven. As long as it doesn't matter to him, he will only practice silently. He won't do such a painstaking and laborious thing at all. Otherwise, with Han Li's magic power, not to mention Luo Yunzong, it is absolutely easy to control the whole Xi country.

Previously, according to the return of the Zhengdao League in Xiguo, whether the other party was in the early stage of Yuanying or in the middle of the advanced stage, the young monk showed no sign of this at all.

In this way. This made Lao Dao feel more at ease.

After a meal. Han Li estimated that it had almost gone down to a depth of ten thousand feet, and couldn't help looking up at the sky.

The top of the head is also white and isolated by Reiki. I can't see how far it is.

And the huge pressure from the flying sword around him estimated that if he wanted to go to such a depth, he really had to at least have the mid-stage cultivation of Yuanying. If it hadn't been for the Qingyuan sword formula he practiced, it would have been much more powerful than the monks of the same level, I'm afraid it would have been a little difficult now.

Han Li was thinking about it, and the Zhiyang man beside him suddenly opened his mouth to remind:

"Han Daoyou! It's about to get to the bottom. It's going to be one or two.

"Thank you for waking up!" Han Li hurriedly closed his mind and stared down.

Sure enough, dozens of feet later, a milky white light appeared in the depths of the feet, dazzling, as if it were a thick light curtain.

Seeing this situation, Han Li fell down slowly. After a moment, he and Zhiyang stopped at a height of five or six feet above the light curtain at the same time.

With the assistance of Lingyan, Han Li can clearly see the countless magic spirits behind the scenes of the solemn light, which kept squirming and looked dark.

"This is the magic of being suppressed. Is it really troublesome?" Han Li stared at the light curtain and muttered.

"No, there is too much magic gas below, which has formed an abyss of magic gas, and I don't know how deep and wide it is. To tell Han Taoist friends, the skills I practice on my own are also a little anti-evil nature, but I have experienced it once. But after only a hundred feet, he knew that he could not stay for a long time and immediately retreated. These magics, whether magical or in quantity, are really not accessible to ordinary monks. It is to practice the ancient magic skills to enter it, although the cultivation may soar. But you will definitely be spoiled by magic and lose your mind. Zhiyang Shangren explained to Han Li.

Han Li nodded when he heard these words, stared at the magic behind the scenes, and thought about it without saying a word.

"Brother Zhiyang, please wait here for a moment. Go in and see how powerful this magic is. After a while, Han Li still opened his mouth.

"That's Brother Han!" Zhiyang Shangren had long expected Han Lihui to say this, so he was not surprised.

Han Li stopped talking nonsense. After shaking his body a few times, he appeared close to the light curtain. Gently point your toes down. A foot-long cyan sword spirit shot out from under the foot, instantly penetrating the light curtain and shooting into the magic gas. It disappeared all of a moment.

Han Li was stunned and a little surprised. But he immediately understood that the light curtain was only effectively forbidden against magic, which saved him from breaking the ban by applying secret techniques.

Thinking like this, there was a thunderous sound of the golden sword shadow around him.

Golden arcs bounced up from the flying sword and turned into an electric network and appeared around Han Li.

He has already reached an incredible level of understanding and mastering the evil spirits. With both hands, the power grid shrank sharply and deformed, and instantly stuck to the light shield transformed by the blue light shield, forming a huge ball of the power grid.

And those flying swords shrunk to a few inches under the movement of divine consciousness, and flew into the cuffs and were put into the body.

At this time, Han Li's figure silently sank into the light curtain. He entered the magic spirit without any hindrance.

The rumbling sound suddenly sounded loudly, and Fang Yi entered the bottom, and the dark magic rushed up. However, in the sound of thunder, the dark magic gas was shaken away, but the back was still surrounded by the front and subsequent attacks.

Han Li did not act immediately, but stood still and watched a mass of magic gas being scattered by the golden arc, and then re-condensed into shape. Rush to the shield.

Han Li frowned, estimated the speed of the evil god's thunder consumption, and had some bottom in his heart.

After tilting his head and thinking about it, he finally flew to the depths of the magic.

At this moment, Han Li dares not poke the divine consciousness out of the shield at all. After all, the magic spirit here is so thick that I'm afraid that even the monk's divine consciousness can be filthy. He doesn't want to let bad luck because of his careless care.

Now the only thing to rely on is the spiritual eyes of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. But in this dark abyss of ink magic, the spiritual eye can only see a few feet away, so it can't be seen clearly, and the body is naturally extremely slow.

But it's not too far. When I only flew more than 200 feet away. Han Li stopped and looked around in place for a while.

After a while. He just pulled out the way and returned without thinking about it.

"The evil god thunder is really sharp, and the Taoist friend stayed in it for so long that he was still unharmed. It's thanks to such a great reputation. Han Licai came out of the light curtain, and Zhiyang Shangren smiled and praised.

"No, it's also because there is no one to control the magic spirit, so we can break them up so easily. Let's go back to the top now." Han Li smiled and said as usual.

Zhiyang didn't ask much, and immediately nodded and agreed.

So Han Li collected the golden arc and released the flying swords again, and the two flew up.

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"Same, with the evil god thunder of Han Daoyou, it should be unimpeded in the magic spirit!" As soon as Han Li and the Taoist priest flew out of the vortex and appeared near the two outside, Wei Wuya asked in a hurry.

"It seems that Han can go in and have a try. However, before agreeing, I plan to ask a few Taoist friends where I plan to bury the game. If it goes too deep into the magic, I'm afraid that the evil spirit thunder can't support such consumption. Han Li thought for a moment and replied without hesitation.

"The specific location, I'll wait until I go back to the cave. That array is still in the hands of those array masters. Let's get the array first, and then discuss it carefully before we can really let Han Daoyou go down. After all, this array is not easy to make, and it can't be lost. The old demon of Hehuan said faintly.

(first update)

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