Chapter 1001

Han Li kept watching Shi Pokong and the others go away, and his spiritual sense also checked the surrounding area carefully. After confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he turned and returned to the main hall.

In the main hall, on the jade bed in the pool, Crying Soul was lying sideways, his not tall body shrunk into a ball, his brows were locked together, his face was full of pain.

Han Li's mind moved, and he immediately invested his spiritual consciousness and looked at him.

After a while, his expression eased, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the crying soul is still in a deep sleep at this moment, the aura on his body has undergone considerable changes.

Especially in her dantian, the swaying ray of original power is like a bright lamp in a dark room. Although the fire light is still faint, it makes people feel warm.

"Clatter..." A burst of water waves sounded from behind the stone bed.

Han Li moved his eyes and saw the figure of the high priest standing up slowly from the pool. There were wisps of gray smoke emitting from his body, and there was a smell like burnt raw meat on his body.

And when he saw his face, his expression couldn't help changing, and he couldn't help asking:

"your face……"

Hearing the words, the high priest raised his hand to stroke his cheek, smiled wryly, and said, "Using the power of the law of reincarnation to speculate on the secrets of heaven, how can it be possible not to pay a little price?"

I saw that his neck was covered with scorched scars on the part connecting his cheeks. The pus filled inside was like magma, and it was still surging, and a smelly and scorching breath came out from it. .

"Then those scars on your body?" Han Li asked, frowning.

"Every time I spy on the secrets of heaven, there will be scars like the punishment of heaven. It is useless to take any panacea. At first, it is just a thick sore scar, and then it will scab and become a gall. Over time, it will become a scar. Now this look of neither human nor ghost." The high priest smiled wryly and said in a hoarse voice.

After finishing speaking, he picked up a handful of pool water and poured it on the scar on his face, creating a puff of white smoke.

When Han Li heard this, he also understood that the reason why the high priest refused to save the crying soul before was not only because of the eldest prince, but also because of this consideration.

It can be said that when this kind of natural punishment reaches a certain level, no matter how high the cultivation base is, it may not be able to escape the death, and judging from the current situation, the person in front of him is very close to this critical value.

"Han owes the high priest this matter. If there is any need, as long as it can be done, the high priest can speak up." Han Li said after pondering for a moment.

"I don't have anything to ask for at the moment, but if there is a chance in the future, I still need Fellow Daoist Han to help me." The high priest walked out of the pool and said.

"In the future... I don't know what to do?" Han Li frowned and asked.

"The secret must not be revealed." The high priest shook his head and said.

Han Li's eyes were fixed, and when he was about to ask again, the crying soul suddenly let out a muffled snort, as if he was about to wake up.

"Crying Soul..." Han Li hurriedly called softly.

However, the crying soul just shrank again, and did not really wake up.

"The original power in her body was lost for too long before, so that the power of consciousness was consumed a lot. If you hadn't used other means to help her hold on to her soul, she would have dissipated at this moment, leaving only a shell. So you don't have to worry too much, she just needs some time to accumulate her spirit, and she will wake up on her own after a while." Seeing this, the high priest explained.

After hearing this, Han Li felt relieved a little, and suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You helped me this time, what should you explain to the Third Prince afterwards?"

"With the two of them as examples, I was coerced by you, and I had no choice but to help you. If Fellow Daoist Han still thinks it's not safe enough, you can attack them again and beat them up to make them look worse." The high priest glanced Glancing at the two people who were still unconscious by the gate of the palace, he said with a smile.

"It would be great if the third prince was so easy to fool..." Han Li smiled and continued.

"So what? As the High Priest of the Saint Clan, he won't go too far. Besides, he came here in person just now, and he didn't seem to get any benefits, so what right does he have to blame me?" the High Priest said hoarsely.

"That's the reason." Han Li nodded.

Then, he brought the crying soul back to Huazhi Cave and placed it in Huazhi Cave, and stayed by his side all the time.

Until the dawn of the second day, the crying soul did not wake up, but the aura in his body picked up, and Han Lidao felt a little relieved. After saying goodbye to the high priest, he left the hall and headed towards the magic palace.

However, not long after he left here, he saw that Shi Pokong had brought more than ten people, waiting outside the square.

Han Li took a quick glance and found that apart from the Elder Qu who appeared last night, there were three monks in the late stage of Taiyi behind him, and seven or eight monks in the middle stage and early stage of Taiyi behind him.

"The third prince made such a big battle, could it be that he wants to scare Li?" Han Li smiled as usual.

"Your Daoist Li is wrong. When you came to our holy clan, you came as a distinguished guest of the clan. Now that you are leaving, naturally you have to treat each other with courtesy." Shi Pokong said with a smile, waving a folding fan.

"Since that's the case, then Li will be impolite."

Han Li smiled casually, his figure flashed suddenly, passed the crowd, and came directly in front of them.

Seeing this, Shi Pokong's gaze sank slightly, he closed the folding fan with a "snap", and followed up first, while the rest of the crowd opened a little distance from him and fell not far behind.

"Fellow Daoist Li, if I say that I regret now that I didn't choose to befriend you at the beginning, wouldn't it be too late?" Shi Pokong caught up with Han Li, walked side by side, and asked.

"I wonder if what the third prince said was when I first arrived in Yeyang City, or when I was about to enter the Scaled Sky Realm?" Han Li asked with a smile.

"Is there any difference?" Shi Pokong asked.

"Actually, there's no difference. As long as it's before you give me the Sky Boundary Talisman, it's not too late. It's a pity...Third Prince, you don't know how to turn back time, so there is no need to regret it." Han Li shook his head and said.

"That would be such a pity..." Shi Pokong said with a sigh.

Hearing this, Han Li showed a hesitant look on his face, and he was rarely moved. He sighed, "Why is this between you two?"

Shi Pokong naturally knew that Han Li's words were referring to him and Shi Chuankong, but unfortunately some of the secrets in it were not for outsiders to understand, so he just sighed again, and said nothing more, with a smile on his face. But there was a little more loneliness.

Seeing this, Han Li didn't say much anymore, and just went forward on his own.

The crowd traveled through the sky until they reached a square in the South Garden of the Demon Palace, and then flew down.

Han Li swept his gaze, and saw not far ahead, a strange pointed building that looked like a steeple, but the level of the tower could not be seen from the outside.

There are circles of circular lines all over the body of the tower, which are connected with each other, forming a series of extremely complicated rune patterns, which are connected to the ground.

The body of the pagoda is only over a hundred feet high, and the base of the pagoda takes up one-third of it. There is a ring of rhombus-shaped transparent crystals embedded around it, which refracts the sun's rays and emits pieces of dazzling light, which is hard to see clearly.

"Could this tower be the legendary Skywalking Tower?" Han Li asked after looking at it for a moment, frowning slightly.

"Fellow Daoist Li wants to return directly to the Immortal Realm. Ordinary teleportation circles can't do it at all. The only way is to tear the void through the Sky Leaping Tower and directly cross the boundary and return." Shi Pokong nodded and said.

"Is it possible to return to the Northern Cold Immortal Territory through this tower?" Han Li raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Cross-boundary teleportation is already very difficult, and it consumes a huge amount of resources, and tearing the void to teleport can only reach the closest place in the adjacent realm." Shi Pokong said with a smile.

"Where is that?" Han Li asked.

"Golden Origin Immortal Territory." Shi Pokong glanced at him and said.

"Where is the Golden Origin Immortal Territory?" Han Li asked with a frown upon hearing this.

Although Han Li has not set foot in this fairyland, he can't be said to be unfamiliar. After all, both the Jiuyuan Temple and the main mountain gate of Baizoshan are located in this fairyland, and most of Jintong is still there now.

"In Jinyuan Immortal Territory, there are a few guiding magic circles, such as Jiuyuan Temple and Shouyang Mountain, but they all need sect tokens before they can be teleported. If you don't have these, it's just a matter of luck , so you may be randomly teleported to any place in Jinyuan Xianyu." Shi Pokong laughed.

"Let's go." Han Li said cleanly after pondering for a moment.

After all, he took the first step and walked into the Yuekong Tower.

Shi Pokong looked at his back, frowned and followed him.

Walking into the tower, Han Li saw that the ground was engraved with talisman patterns everywhere, and in the middle stood several snow-white stone pillars, which were also engraved with various strange patterns.

On the four walls of the tower, diamond-shaped transparent spars are inlaid everywhere, and the dense prism mirrors on them reflect layer upon layer of shadow traces.

Among the snow-white stone pillars, there is a high platform with a radius of ten feet, on which is carved a relief of the true spirit of Rahu, which is lifelike.

The entire formation has not yet operated, and it seems that there are layers of floating light overflowing on it, like water patterns in the sun, rippling on the entire high platform, and there are bursts of strong spatial fluctuations.

"Fellow Daoist Li, once we bid farewell today, we hope that we will never meet again in this sanctuary in the future." Shi Pokong said suddenly.

"Third Prince, don't worry, Li always keeps his word." Han Li smiled noncommittally.

"That's good, please join the battle." Shi Pokong nodded and said.

Han Li's spiritual sense scanned the formation again, and found that the details in it were not different from what the high priest told him in detail the night before, so he nodded and walked up.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Li, this Yuekong Pagoda is extremely precious. I absolutely dare not tamper with it. Once this pagoda is damaged, the property will be almost the same as destroying half of the Holy Clan's imperial city." Seeing this, Shi Pokong , laughed.

Han Li didn't say anything, just glanced at Shi Pokong, indicating that he could activate the magic circle.

The latter didn't say much, just waved his hand.

Several elders of the demon clan behind him immediately dispersed, came around the formation, sat down cross-legged one after another, closed their eyes and began to move the Yuekong Pagoda.

Accompanied by a beeping "buzzing" sound, the entire ground in the tower trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a silver light shone on the high platform in the center of the tower, covering Han Li in it, and the various runes on the ground also burst into dazzling light.

On the entire tower body, all the rhombic crystals were in full bloom, refracting countless light spots immediately, interlaced with each other, turning into a dazzling light, even if you squint your eyes, you dare not look directly at it.

Han Li was in the place where all the light gathered, his whole body was flooded by the light, and he couldn't see his figure clearly. Wisps of stronger and stronger spatial power around him began to gather towards the center, and the momentum reached its peak.

Just as the formation was about to launch, Shi Pokong's voice suddenly came from Han Li's ears:

"There will be no end of time, Fellow Daoist Han."