Chapter 609 Mysterious River

When Han Li heard this voice, his complexion suddenly changed.

Before he could do anything, the light above the crystal wall suddenly radiated, and a huge vortex emerged, spinning rumblingly.

Boom!

A huge suction suddenly emerged from the vortex, covering Han Li's body.

This suction force is extremely huge, far better than the previous several shuttles, and his body was also faintly sucked up.

But at the next moment, the suction power covering Han Li's body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

He only felt a pain in his head, and then his soul was sucked in without any resistance, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

It didn't know how long it took before Han Li's consciousness slowly woke up from his daze. He looked around and suddenly let out a light sigh.

At this moment, he was in a gray space, and below was a dark red wasteland, extending to the end of his field of vision.

Not a single blade of grass grows on the wasteland, and as far as the eye can see, there are only endless sand and stones.

And in the sky above the wasteland, there is a silver crystal river lying in the air, "squeaking" flowing past, making a muffled thunder-like sound.

Upon closer inspection, what flows in the big river is not any river water, but light clusters like water droplets.

Han Li looked around, his face showing surprise, but he didn't move immediately.

This time's soul travel seems to be different from the previous few times?

The surrounding environment has a mysterious atmosphere everywhere.

Immediately, the eyes that appeared on the palm bottle before the shuttle appeared in his mind, as well as the hazy voice.

Those eyes are no strangers to him, they are the bottle spirit holding the sky bottle.

As for that sentence, nine times out of ten it was also said by Ping Ling.

What does the bottle spirit mean? It seems to have a bit of expectation and a warning.

Han Li thought for a while and didn't have any clues, and he didn't seem to find Ping Ling around, so he shook his head, put this idea aside, and didn't think about it anymore.

When he shook his head, he suddenly discovered another problem.

He doesn't seem to be possessed by anyone at the moment, but is suspended in mid-air in the form of a group of spirits.

"This..." His mind fluctuated, and countless thoughts flashed through him in an instant.

All of this should have been caused by the golden ring that I had condensed through the power of the three laws of time before, and that thing seemed to trigger a deeper change in the Zhangtian bottle.

After thinking this through, Han Li settled down and looked around.

There is only endless wasteland around, and there is no place worth exploring.

He quickly retracted his gaze, moved his body, and flew towards the big river in mid-air, and soon arrived nearby.

The closer the distance, the clearer the view of the river.

The big river flows from the end of the front view, and disappears into the sky at the other end. There is no end in sight. Countless water droplets and light balls flow in the river, densely packed, endless, and I don't know how many.

These light spheres vary in size, the big ones are as big as a millstone, and the small ones are shaped like rice grains.

No matter how big or small, images are flashing in the light balls of these water droplets, like a revolving lantern, but the light balls are flowing so fast that they can't be seen clearly.

The whole big river exudes an indescribable mysterious atmosphere, majestic and mighty, carrying the torrent formed by those light spheres, flowing forward.

Han Li was startled by the scene in the big river, and it took him a while to recover. He approached the big river cautiously again, and looked towards a huge drop of water flowing past.

A scene of a yellow desert loomed on the water droplet, changing rapidly, making it hard to see clearly.

Han Li hesitated for a while, and sent out a wave of consciousness to land on the water droplet, trying to see the image on the water droplet clearly.

But at this moment, the water droplet seemed to be stimulated, and the light suddenly burst out, sending out a huge devouring force.

With a sound of "whoosh", Han Li's entire soul was swallowed by the water droplets without any resistance.

His eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness again. It took an unknown amount of time before he slowly regained consciousness.

"...This man's strength is really terrifying. Our five-star envoy joined forces and was still killed by three of them." A panting voice entered Han Li's consciousness, revealing a faint sense of shock.

"This person's alchemy has reached the peak of the fifth level, so it's no small matter. Fellow Daoist Gu and Fellow Daoist Lin rushed up without any precautions in an attempt to compete for merit. It's really stupid. But it's also thanks to the three idiots who restrained him." This person, otherwise we would not be able to capture his son, and let him have scruples." Another sharp voice sounded, and it sounded a little out of breath, but he was sneering endlessly.

"Gu Daoyou and the three of them were killed. We suffered heavy losses during this trip. Will your lord blame us?" the voice asked worriedly at the beginning.

"No, our monitoring mission is a dangerous mission, so why not be afraid of a few people dying, as long as our brothers send the head of Cape Lu Ren to the Lord, there will be a lot of rewards." The shrill voice smiled triumphantly.

Han Li was startled when he heard the conversation between the two, and immediately calmed down.

After he stabilized his soul, he quietly sensed the surrounding situation.

At this moment, like the previous few times, he was possessed by a corpse.

The corpse was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with disheveled hair and slender cheeks, like a jackal. Although he was dead at the moment, he still gave off a vicious feeling.

He was lying in a yellow desert right now, the surrounding ground was riddled with holes, and there were countless large pits, some of which were tens of miles in size.

Puffs of thick smoke gushed out of some large pits, exuding a sulfurous smell of underground magma.

Obviously, there has been an extremely fierce battle here not long ago.

Two men in golden armor stood nearby. The pattern on the golden armor was the symbol of Heaven.

One was a tall old man with sword-like eyebrows and a high nose, with a stern expression on his face.

The other is a short and fat young man with a round head and a round face, without a single hair on his head, but a bald head.

Both of them looked a little pale at the moment, especially the short and fat young man, with a bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, and the golden armor on his body was also a little tattered.

On the ground farther away, there were still three corpses in golden armor scattered.

Han Li only glanced out, and immediately withdrew his consciousness, and his soul lurked deeper into the corpse's mind.

Although he only glanced at it, he could feel the aura of the tall old man and the short and fat young man.

Both of them are Taiyi realm existences, and their cultivation bases are far higher than those of Gong Shujiu back then, at least they are in the middle stage of Taiyi, and they may even be in the late stage of Taiyi.

From the conversation just now, Han Li knew that these two were the monitoring emissaries of the Heavenly Court. If they discovered that there was another soul in this corpse, they would definitely kill it immediately.

His soul traveled here because of holding the sky bottle. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he was killed here, but he guessed it wouldn't be a good thing.

Just as Han Li's soul was lurking deep in the black-robed man's mind, a sudden change occurred.

A huge heat flow suddenly gushed out from the black-robed man's mind and merged into his spirit.

This hot current was an extremely pure and huge power of consciousness, and Han Li's soul immediately swelled up rapidly as if it was inflated.

In the huge spiritual consciousness, there were still fragments of memory fragments, which belonged to the man in black robe, and they quickly integrated into Han Li's mind.

It may be that Han Li has gone through several times of shuttles, and his soul is used to all of this. Although he is constantly incorporating the memories of the black-robed man at this moment, he does not feel too much pain and easily tolerates these memories.

Han Li's soul easily accommodated these fragments of memory, but the power of his consciousness was too large, and only half of it was absorbed into Han Li's soul before stopping.

The rest of the power of consciousness surrounds the soul, forming a crystal clear white cloud, and it moves quickly along an extremely mysterious trajectory.

Han Li was overjoyed. This power of spiritual consciousness was extremely powerful, far superior to his own. Moreover, the way this power of spiritual consciousness operated was at the fifth level of the divine refining technique.

During these years, he has also been practicing the fifth level of alchemy.

But the fifth level of alchemy is extremely obscure and difficult, far beyond his expectations.

He practiced penance for hundreds of years, but still made little progress.

Feeling the operation of this power of divine consciousness at this moment, for a while, many difficulties in the past cultivation suddenly became clear, and I felt a sense of enlightenment.

But at this moment, Han Li couldn't care less about comprehending these things carefully.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and slashed out.

A glaring black light shot out from his palm, but it was a pitch-black flying sword.

The black light emitted by Feijian suddenly lit up, and a blur disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, countless black sword glows emerged silently out of thin air, turning into a huge mountain of swords, pressing towards the tall old man and the short and fat young man.

The change in the black-robed man's mind was quite dramatic, and it was impossible to hide it from the two people next to him.

Sure enough, the tall old man and the short and fat young man looked at the corpse on the ground at this moment, with shocked expressions on their faces, they hurriedly shot backwards.

But neither of them noticed that a ray of crystal light shot out from the center of Han Li's eyebrows, disappeared into the void in a flash.

"You're not dead yet? Impossible!" The tall old man yelled in disbelief, and grabbed Han Likong with one hand.

Countless blue ripples swarmed out from his palm, and in a flash condensed into a phantom of a huge blue dragon, pounced towards the black sword mountain.

The huge body of the blue flood dragon rolled up, and immediately entangled the black sword mountain.

A strange cold force suddenly burst out from the phantom of the flood dragon, and icicles appeared in the nearby void, and the entire void was instantly frozen.

There was a flash of blue light on the black sword mountain, and it stopped suddenly. It was frozen there, and a thick layer of blue ice crystals appeared on the surface.

There was a hint of fear in the short and fat young man's eyes, but at this moment he also shouted and waved his arms.

There was a clear cry, and two crimson rays of light shot out from his sleeves, but it was two crimson Wuhooks.

The Wu hook is three feet long, and there are clusters of crimson flames shining all over its body, faintly condensing into crimson flame flowers, exuding a terrifying hot breath.

The two Wu hooks trembled and turned into two scarlet scarlet rainbows, made a detour, and slashed towards Han Li.

Han Li clapped his hands on the ground, and his body flew out like a piece of light paper, then twisted strangely, turned into a black shadow, and flew past the two startled rainbows without any time.

"Forbidden!" There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he made a fist with both hands.

There was a flash of space behind the tall old man, and several crystal chains flew out of the air and sank into his head in a flash.

The old man showed horror on his face, he raised his hands, and was about to do something.

But at the next moment, all the expressions in his eyes faded suddenly, revealing a look of bewilderment, and Feishe's body also froze, as if a stone statue stood there blankly.

The distance between the two sides was too close at this moment, and Han Li suddenly attacked again. The tall old man, a great monk in the Taiyi realm, barely had time to display his strength, and was imprisoned by the cage of divine sense.