Chapter 941

"Unexpectedly, I can still encounter the phantom formation here..." Han Li said with a smile without much panic.

"Brother Li, you have a big heart. This phantom formation is not simple. I just tried to break it with the secret technique of the clan's spiritual sense and failed. If you have a way to break it, you should do it as soon as possible before the phantom formation becomes a killing formation. " Shi Chuankong looked at Han Li and said with a wry smile.

Han Li nodded his head, did not speak any more, and silently started his alchemy.

As the power of his divine thoughts strengthened, when he looked around again, he saw that those beautiful women with creamy skin dancing gracefully turned into evil ghosts with rotten faces and withered cheeks, which were extremely infiltrating.

"Hiss..." Han Li took a breath in surprise.

"Why, could it be that you can't break it?" Shi Chuankong asked.

"This phantom formation does have some tricks, but it shouldn't be difficult to break it." Han Li smiled, quite confidently.

As soon as his voice fell, a sudden change occurred.

Those women who had turned into rotten ghosts seemed to have noticed that Han Li was breaking the formation. One by one, they dropped their pipas, stretched out their five-fingered ghost claws, and rushed towards him.

"Break it!"

Han Li mobilized the five-layered alchemy technique with all his strength, and let out a loud shout.

There seemed to be a thunder in the whole hall, and even Shi Chuankong felt his heart tremble. The bodies of those evil ghost women who had not yet rushed to the front of them burst open one after another under this loud shout, turning into A piece of dark red sparks dissipated.

However, after the evil ghost woman disappeared, the abnormalities around her did not completely disappear, and they were still in that gorgeous palace.

"It seems that only by breaking the formation hub can we fully enter the formation...Brother Shi, you have to stand firm." Han Li said after a moment of pondering.

After finishing speaking, he lifted the stone through the empty shoulder, raised his foot and stomped it down heavily.

"Boom" a loud noise!

The ground of the entire palace collapsed suddenly, turning into a bottomless black hole, and the bodies of Han Li and the two fell straight into it.

After more than ten breaths, the two of them felt the feeling of falling disappeared, and they regained their stature. When they looked around again, they had already returned to the temple.

It's just that the two of them were standing in the middle of the dry pool, and the stone arch bridge under them had already broken. It was obvious that they were trampled by Han Lifang's foot.

"It seems that the pivot of the phantom formation is the stone arch bridge under our feet." Shi Chuankong said in a deep voice.

Han Li nodded when he heard the words, and when he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed, and he turned to look behind the temple.

I saw the six half-kneeling statues of halberd warriors on the stone platform, suddenly there was a slight "click" sound, and the surface was like a piece of porcelain, with tiny cracks appearing all over the body .

Immediately afterwards, a red light flashed in his eyes, and the six heads that looked exactly the same seemed to come to life. They turned around in unison, and looked at Han Li and the two.

"Here we go again..." Han Li shook his head.

The six halberd-wielding warriors made loud "clicking" sounds, and pieces of stone skin peeled off from the surface, revealing the real puppet body inside, and slowly stood up.

He held a black halberd in his hand, and the stone skin on some parts of his face hadn't peeled off completely, showing some mottled marks.

After the six people stood up, they moved their necks anthropomorphically, and then held their halberds in their hands. With a leap, they all jumped towards Han Li and the other two.

The six formed two teams in mid-air, and the three on one side rushed towards Han Li and Shi Chuongkong respectively, and dispersed them.

Han Li stepped back first, dodging the halberd stabbing of one of the warriors, and then kicked his feet on the ground. The Xingyue boots under his feet suddenly exerted force, and his figure floated out like a ghost, and rushed to the ground almost instantly. In front of that wrestler.

With a twist of his wrist, he grasped the scimitar backhand, and swept towards the warrior's neck.

However, before he handed over the blade, the halberds of the other two halberd warriors stabbed towards him from left to right, one also went straight to his throat, and the other went straight to his dantian.

Han Li was a little surprised in his heart, but his steps changed, his body turned like a spinning top, and he knocked down the halberd that was piercing his throat with one knife, and at the same time kicked away the halberd that was piercing his dantian.

At this moment, there was a loud noise behind his ears, and the long halberd of the previous strongman had already stabbed at the back of his neck.

Han Li jerked his head to the side, avoiding this dangerous blow, but he was extremely surprised in his heart.

The cooperation between the three puppets in front of him was even more tacit than that of ordinary monks, and it was completely different from those he had encountered along the way.

Fortunately, their speed was not too fast. Otherwise, with such a close cooperation, Han Li would not be able to guarantee that he would not be stabbed.

While Han Li was secretly surprised, his hands and feet were not slow at all. He grabbed the halberd that had been pierced by his ear with one hand, pressed down fiercely, and directly threw it out with the strength on his shoulder.

Before the halberd-wielding warrior landed, the Xingyue boots under his feet exerted force again, and his figure flashed past, chasing him in mid-air, and a white rainbow swept across, cutting him in half with his halberd.

On the other side, two wrestler puppets pinched left and right, forcing Shi Chuankong to a corner in the pool.

I saw his two long halberds stabbing out alternately, Shi Chuankong retracted his arms and blocked it in front of his chest. The halberd rods pressed over in a cross shape, and stuck the latter firmly in the corner.

The remaining warrior puppet jumped up from the broken stone arch bridge, holding the halberd tightly with both hands, and stabbed Shi Chuankong's chest.

Shi Chuankong was seriously injured, and his strength and physique were not as good as before. At this moment, if he wanted to break free from the suppression and resist, he couldn't do it. He was about to be pierced through his chest by the halberd.

Han Li yelled violently, the profound orifices under his feet lit up, stepped on the void, his body suddenly twisted, and the scimitar in his hand was thrown out, drawing a white arc in midair, and hitting the puppet.

Sensing the attack of the machete behind him, the wrestler puppet retracted the halberd suddenly, and blocked it with his backhand, which happened to block the white machete back.

However, Han Li had already arrived in the blink of an eye.

He suddenly raised his fist, and the Tiansha Prison Suppressing Kung Fu started to work, the mysterious orifice on his arm lit up in a series of "bang bang bang", and he punched down with his five fingers clenched tightly.

The halberd-wielding puppet only had time to turn half of its cheek before Han Li punched it on the head, and the whole head immediately shattered like a ripe watermelon.

"Be careful!" At this moment, Shi Chuankong suddenly exclaimed.

Hearing the sound, Han Li knew something was wrong, and when he subconsciously lowered his body, he felt a gust of wind sweeping along the back of his head.

Before he could get away from the spot, his shoulders suddenly sank, and he was hit by a huge force as heavy as a mountain, and his whole body slammed to the ground with a loud roar.

The pool in the temple burst instantly, and Han Li was smashed into the ground like an iron nail.

Han Li didn't even have time to see what was attacking him, so he immediately used that force to dive down, as if he had used a ground evasion technique, and disappeared underground.

But immediately after, the ground on the other side of the temple suddenly bulged, and a hole was broken, and Han Li's figure reappeared.

He frowned and glanced at the previous direction, but saw that it was empty, and there was no one at all, but the statue of the demon man holding a long stick on the stone platform had disappeared.

With a flash in Han Li's eyes, he pushed the Xingyue boots with all his strength, and his figure immediately burst forward.

In the next moment, a purple-black long stick as thick as an arm hit the ground against his back.

The earth shattered, sparks and rocks flew.

Han Li suddenly turned around to look, and saw the man with the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked thunder-like statue, holding the long purple-black stick in his hand, hanging in mid-air, and a pair of black wings flapping up and down behind him.

Thunder God's puppet seemed to be quite intelligent, seeing that Han Li dodged the blow just now, a little angry expression appeared on his face.

His wings flapped suddenly, and his body seemed to be surrounded by a whirlwind that was invisible to the naked eye. His figure flew towards him in an instant, and his speed was even faster than Han Li using his Xingyue boots with all his strength.

Han Li raised his brows, this time he didn't choose to dodge, but raised the scimitar with one hand, and slashed at him head-on.

When Thunder Puppet saw this, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes like an anthropomorphic one, and he lifted the eyebrow-level stick with both hands, and a hazy white light shrouded the stick, as if it was also a star artifact.

But seeing it flashed in an instant, the long stick in his hand swung round and struck down violently, colliding with the snow-white scimitar.

"Zheng"

Accompanied by a loud noise, a wave of violent force rushed down like mountains and seas.

Han Li's arm shook violently, and the scimitar was instantly suppressed, and the hand holding the knife trembled violently.

He had no choice but to quickly raise his other arm and support the blade with both hands to resist the blow.

Han Li's legs had already broken through the floor and sank half a foot into the ground. He was even more horrified in his heart. He really didn't expect that this thunder puppet was not only extremely fast, but also so powerful?

Before he could counterattack, the mutation reappeared.

I saw clusters of star apertures on the long purple-black stick light up one after another, and there was a sound of "Zi La" on the stick, and a thick white lightning burst out from it, and suddenly hit Han Li's eyebrow.

Han Li only felt a burning on his forehead, and his sea of ​​consciousness trembled accordingly. His soul seemed to be a little shaken, his body swayed, and his hands lost strength. on the shoulder.

His legs bent suddenly, and he couldn't hold it any longer. He leaned back and fell down.

Seeing this, Lei Gong Puppet stepped forward, with a look of indifference flashing in his eyes, and with a twist of the long stick in his hand, he made a gesture to smash it down on Han Li's forehead.

The moment Han Li got the trick, he had already activated the alchemy technique, and his eyes were focused, and he regained consciousness.

At this critical moment, he hurriedly took out a small white shield from his bosom, and immediately blocked it in front of him, continuously pouring the power of stars in his body into it.

The white star light on the surface of the small shield suddenly rushed out, supporting a three-foot-square white light curtain, which was able to protect his body.