Chapter 225 Seal

After Han Li left Baijiu Villa, he returned directly to his secret room in the cave.

After opening all the restrictions in the cave, he sat down cross-legged on the spot.

Previously, I completed two deacon tasks in one go. Although the process wasn't too difficult, it was exhausting me non-stop. Now that I have three days to spare, I can refine the immortal wine that old man Huyan drank and take a rest at the same time.

As a result, not long after Han Li closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them, and his expression changed slightly.

The storage bracelet in his hand suddenly trembled violently without warning.

Without waiting for him to do anything, a black light flashed, and the black long knife flew out of it automatically, and immediately turned into a black shadow, shooting towards the distance like lightning with an astonishingly fast speed.

Because everything happened so suddenly, Han Li didn't stop the long saber as soon as it flew out, but after he realized it immediately, he made a fist with both hands.

Suddenly, streaks of blue light appeared in the secret room, blocking the way of the black long knife.

"Hula"!

The black light on the surface of the black long knife radiated a lot, making a sound like the roar of a wild animal. The jet-black knife light faltered, and it easily cut through the blue rays of light, but its speed also slightly slowed down.

Han Li's body radiated golden light, and the Mantra Treasure Wheel instantly emerged, and the golden ripples spread out, covering an area of ​​ten feet around in an instant, covering the black long knife under it.

The speed of the long knife suddenly slowed down again, more than three times slower at once, and then it was swept back by an invisible suction force, and shot back, falling into Han Li's hand.

Buzz!

The black long knife made a trembling sound, kept shaking, and struggled endlessly, but Han Li could no longer break free under the tight grip of Han Li's five fingers like an iron hoop.

"What's going on here?" Seeing this, Han Li frowned.

Fang Pan is dead, and the black long knife that belonged to this son has been carefully refined by him over the years. How could it be so strange today?

While the thoughts in his mind were turning, the huge spiritual consciousness had already penetrated into the black knife.

The next moment, his complexion sank again.

The black long knife was completely out of his control, and an invisible force emerged from it, preventing his spiritual consciousness from continuing to invade.

"Hmph!" Han Li snorted coldly, and there was a flash of light between his brows.

A more majestic power of spiritual consciousness surged out, turning into a translucent sword shadow about a foot long, and after a blur, it cut into the black knife.

With a sound of "chi la", the sword shadow easily chopped off the invisible force.

This invisible sword shadow is exactly the supernatural power of reciting the sword art.

Han Li's consciousness submerged into the black long knife, passed through the layers of restrictions in the blade, and soon reached the deepest part of the restriction, and appeared in a black space in a blink of an eye.

There are countless thick and thin black lines all over here, like countless dense spider webs, condensed into a huge and complicated magic circle. At the center of the magic circle is a black formation altar.

A mass of distorted black light floated in the formation altar, flickering endlessly, and the surrounding formation patterns seemed to echo each other, also flickering endlessly.

Seeing this scene, Han Li was shocked.

After he got the black knife, he sacrificed and refined it meticulously, and his divine sense had also arrived here.

But at that time, the array patterns here were not so complicated, only about one-third, and there was no weather at all. The current situation is probably the true face of the black knife's core restriction.

He turned his gaze to the black light.

The black light seemed to have sensed something, and in a flash of light, a somewhat hazy face appeared, looking towards Han Li.

The facial features of this face are blurred, only a pair of eyes are slightly clearer, thin and long, shaped like a blade, and there is a look of anger and arrogance inside.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart skipped a beat.

Although this face is not clear, it is definitely not Fang Pan.

After he thought about it for a while, it suddenly dawned on him that it seemed that the owner of the black knife was not Fang Pan, but Fang Pan probably borrowed it from that person.

Although he carefully refined this knife, if the original owner of the black knife had any means to hide it, he would naturally not be able to sense it.

"Not good!" Han Li's expression suddenly changed.

At this moment, the owner of the black long knife suddenly activated the mark inside the blade, probably sensing the specific position of the black knife so that he could retrieve it.

If this person is really found, it will be a big trouble.

As soon as Han Li thought of this, he let out a long roar.

The next moment, crystal light flashed in the sky above the black altar, and a huge translucent sword shadow emerged, slashing fiercely at the ball of black light.

The fuzzy face also roared, and it turned into a crystal black chain in a flash, which was somewhat similar to the Yuanfa chain, and it was drawn towards Jianying.

The two collided fiercely!

With a "click", the black chain was cut into two by the sword shadow, and then it turned into countless black lights with a "bang", which floated away.

All the formations in the black space immediately stopped flickering and calmed down.

At the same time, the black long knife also stopped trembling, and all the light on the surface dissipated. It looked extremely docile, as if it had been completely refined.

However, Han Li didn't show much joy on his face at the moment, and turned to look at the black altar with his spiritual sense.

Inside the altar, engraved with a mark that looks like text but not text, and looks like a painting but not a painting, emitting a faint aura.

"The seal of fate!"

With a cold snort and a reminder in his mind, there was another flash in the sky above the altar, and a transparent sword appeared, slashing fiercely at the mark.

boom!

The transparent sword shadow bounced back like an iron stone being struck.

The natal imprint only trembled slightly, and immediately returned to its original state, as solid and indestructible as a rock.

Han Li's face was slightly gloomy, his eyes were flickering, he did not continue to attack, but directly withdrew all his spiritual thoughts.

He looked at the black long knife in his hand, and his expression became cloudy.

Just as Han Li's divine sense invaded the black long knife, trying to erase the mark on it, a huge black crane with a size of hundreds of feet was moving forward with its wings up and down, thousands of miles away from the ancient cloud continent gallop.

The whole body of this crane is covered with pitch-black iron feathers, but the feathers on the top of the head are golden, like a golden crown. The black flames on the feathers on the body are faintly visible, especially the black flames on the two wings, faintly condensed into two more. Large black fire wings.

The giant crane flapped its wings quickly, and every time it flapped, it would teleport forward and escape hundreds of miles away, surprisingly fast.

A big man in a yellow robe, nearly ten feet tall, with a scorched face and a bronze forehead guard, was sitting cross-legged on the back of the black crane.

There are more than a hundred yellow formation flags floating around the big man's body, and there are more than a hundred poles, bursting out with yellow rays of light, forming a yellow formation of tens of feet in size, flickering dimly and brightly, and moving slowly.

He made a formula with both hands, and countless yellow runes flew out of his hands in an endless stream. After circling in the air for a while, they sank into the magic circle around him, as if he was performing some secret technique.

"Bang"!

The big yellow formation shook violently, disintegrated and shattered, and the formation flags flew in all directions.

The scorched-faced man turned slightly pale, and opened his eyes.

"Damn it!" The big man squinted his eyes, shot two cold lights, and said with a low drink.

With a single wave of his hand, all the formation flags flying around circled and gathered back, and disappeared into his sky spirit cover one after another.

"Master, haven't you been able to locate that person?" The giant black crane suddenly opened its mouth, making a sharp voice.

"Hmph! It's just a little short, but I can roughly sense the direction of that kid. Fang Pan, that trash, died as soon as he died, and even lost my Black Emperor Slayer Blade." The scorched-faced man snorted coldly. road.

"Fang Pan is just a dude who relies on his master's family, how can he compare with you, master." Ju He said with some disdain.

"Anyway, the Black Emperor Tuxian Blade is my natal celestial weapon, and I must never lose it. If I had known back then, I shouldn't have listened to Fang Pan's one-sided words and lent him this treasure." The scorched-faced man was a little annoyed Said.

"Speaking of which, this Han Li is really fateful. Not only did he not die back then, but now he killed Fang Pan instead. But now that the master is on the move, as long as he finds that kid, he will kill him if he wants to. "The giant black crane smiled flatteringly.

"I don't know what secret is hidden in this kid, but Fang Pan is so persistent. I'm very curious! Anyway, I can't let that old ghost know, otherwise I have nothing to do with it." The scorched-faced man said coldly , the yellow robe on his body swelled, and a huge breath radiated.

The nearby air buzzed and trembled, making a series of loud crackling noises.

The giant black crane sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the big man, lowered its head, its body couldn't help trembling slightly, and the speed accelerated again.

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Han Li looked at the black long knife in his hand, his thoughts turned, his hands suddenly moved his ten fingers together, and quickly made a tactic.

Dazzling blue light erupted from his hand immediately, turning into big blue runes, and landed on the black knife.

Cyan runes suddenly appeared on the surface of the black knife, more and more, covering every part of the black knife in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, the black long knife suddenly turned into a blue long knife, without a trace of breath coming out.

This is a treasure sealing technique that he has learned before, and it can be specially used to seal magic weapons.

After finishing all this, Han Li took out another long black box, which was obviously also a treasure, with an aura flashing on its surface, emitting an inexplicable aura faintly.

He put the black long knife in, took out a few seal talismans, and stuck them on the black box.

Han Li looked at the black box in his hand and frowned slightly.

Although he has imposed so many seals, he is still not sure that he can completely isolate the perception of the original owner of this knife.

That is to say, if this object continues to stay with you, there is still a risk of being approached by someone.

Although I don't know the relationship between the owner of this knife and Fang Pan, it must be an enemy rather than a friend.

I don't know what kind of special method that person used to sacrificially refine this knife to make the mark on it so stubborn.

According to Han Li's estimate, with his current cultivation and methods, if he wanted to completely erase it, it would take at least a hundred years to refine it with real fire.

It's a pity that the cost of time spent in this way is too high, which makes him in a dilemma.