Chapter 212: Secret Calculation

When the male and female disciples of the Hazy Moon Pavilion listened to Han Zilong's words, they began to hesitate, although the so-called black-scaled python shed a layer of skin, and its form changed drastically.

But they had just beaten it to a serious injury, and it was really hard to believe that this demon beast could be so different in strength in the blink of an eye.

But just such a moment of hesitation is enough to make some people regret it for life!

Because the black-scaled python that evolved into a white-scaled python, as soon as its body suddenly moved, it rushed to the sky above everyone in the Hazy Moon Pavilion like lightning.

Then it gulped and spewed out puffs of purple liquid.

"Get out of the way...... Can't pick it up!"

Seeing this, Han Zilong hurriedly shouted, his face showing anxiety, and at the same time, the crescent moon ring immediately became several times larger, and he flew to block most of the purple liquid.

When some clever disciples heard this, they either hurriedly turned around and jumped into the bluestone passage when they came, or they immediately took a few steps forward and hid within the range of the crescent ring magic weapon.

And the remaining five or six disciples, who believed that they had powerful spiritual weapons, not only did not dodge, but released one or two shining objects to protect the top of their heads, and it seemed that they were planning to take it hard!

"Idiot!"

Han Zilong saw that some disciples didn't listen to what he said, and his face flashed blue, revealing a look of annoyance.

However, the spiritual power he used was limited, and he could no longer expand the scope of the crescent moon magic weapon, so he could only let them fend for themselves!

Sure enough, the scene that happened later confirmed what Han Zilong said was true.

The purple liquid that had been leaked by the magic weapon of the crescent moon ring sprayed violently on the heads of those disciples.

Those few spiritual weapons, which were not ordinary at first glance, only flashed a few flashes of brilliance, and then a few puffs of green smoke came out, disappeared in the impact of the purple liquid, and were completely melted.

And those disciples of the Hazy Moon Pavilion only had time to exclaim, and under the impact of the purple liquid, they disappeared from the world without a trace!

As for where they stood, only a large hole was several feet deep that had been dissolved by the purple liquid, leaving the rest of the people of the Hazy Moon Pavilion who were still alive with pale faces.

At this time, the demon beast White Scale Jiao saw that he had eliminated those disciples, and his tyranny subsided slightly, and finally shut up and stopped spitting purple liquid, and instead used cold eyes to look at Han Zilong and Han Ziqian.

It seemed to be very clear that these two senior uncles of the Hazy Moon Pavilion might be their fierce rivals, and the rest of them were just small characters that could not be worried.

"Why are you stunned? Why don't you hurry up and get out! This beast has just turned into a snake, and there should not be much liquid left, and it won't spit out easily!"

Han Ziqian ignored the white scaly Jiao's fierce eyes, but instead had a cold face and commanded in a cold voice.

Then, she said to Han Zilong with hatred: "It's just that the little snake who has just entered the second level dares to be so arrogant in front of us, if I had recovered my original spiritual power, I would have caught it back to guard the cave mansion a long time ago......!

"Yes, sister, it's all my fault for my lack of cultivation ability, and I have to ...... in the future."

Han Zilong was lectured by his sister, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Han Ziqian glanced at him and said, "Okay, you take them away first, and leave me alone here......"

"Yes...... Sister, be careful!"

After Han Zilong said this, he accepted his magic weapon, beckoned the rest of the disciples, and began to retreat.

And at this time, not to mention Han Zilong's unwilling appearance for the time being, the other disciples of Haoyue Pavilion, after seeing the tragic situation of those few people, how could they dare to stay for a moment, and immediately hula, everyone obediently retreated into the passage, and then rushed out.

Not long after, behind them came the roar of the demon beast, the coquettish sound of Han Ziqian, and the rumbling sound of fighting...... And so on, resounding in the deep hole.

This made those disciples pale and their hearts were as gray as if they were dead after hearing this.

They were tumbling up the stairs with trepidation.

For Fang Cai, Han Ziqian can make it clear that she can only be entangled for a short time, if she is too late and then caught up by the white scale Jiao, after letting the terrifying purple liquid get stained, wouldn't she die a very unjust death!

As for Han Ziqian at this time, she was flying around in the air with sweat, constantly fighting the white-scaled Jiao.

Her set of needlework magic weapons was made by her to be superb, so that in addition to constantly roaring, the white scale Jiao couldn't do anything for a while.

Han Ziqian obviously didn't use all her strength, but just drove those countless needles and threads with one hand, and held a white moon spirit stone in the other hand, constantly absorbing the power of its moon spirit, trying to recover her spiritual power.

After a while, she felt that the time was almost up, and as soon as she put away the moon spirit stone, she took out a talisman with white light.

She didn't say a word, and when the white scale Jiao's attention was all attracted by the needlework magic weapon, as soon as she raised her hand, the talisman turned into a white light and shot towards the past.

When it reached its body, the white light suddenly became a thick and long white rope, and in an instant, the white scale Jiao was tied to a strong knot, and it could no longer move.

"Whew......"

This demon beast was so angry that it roared again.

Seeing this, Han Ziqian's sneer flashed in her eyes, and then she reluctantly glanced at the golden box suspended in the bluestone platform, and then gritted her teeth and flew towards the entrance of the passage.

She knew very well that she would not be able to trap the white scale Jiao for how long she would not be able to trap the beast bundle talisman herself, or it would be better to leave this place as soon as possible, and as for the treasures in the golden box, she would still find a way to get it later!

Han Ziqian thought of this, the person had fallen, and when she raised her legs and wanted to enter the bluestone passage, there was a deafening thunder from the passage.

The sound grew louder and louder from far to near, making her a little suspicious, and the raised Xiuzu didn't dare to step on the passage for a while.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver divine light suddenly appeared in the passage, like a raging tide, swept along the passage.

Everywhere it went, all the bluestone passages were as if they were alive, desperately squeezing them into the middle, and in the blink of an eye, they made a few feet of highland passages close to the point that there was no gap.

Seeing this, Han Ziqian hurriedly took a few steps back as if she had seen a ghost, and shouted in a lost voice: "Forbidden Talisman!"

Then, her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but be stunned as she looked at the fading passageway.

The confident expression she had always maintained also disappeared without a trace at this moment and became solemn.

"Click......

But at this moment, in the mid-air behind Han Ziqian, the beast rope on the white scale Jiao's body began to break inch by inch, it seems that this demon beast is about to break the ban in the blink of an eye, and then it will be in big trouble!

When she came back to her senses, when she turned around and saw this scene, her heart chuckled even more, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss......

And in the stone cave outside the passage, more than a dozen disciples of the Hazy Moon Pavilion were all staring at a white-clothed young man.

This young man is the Han Zilong who is known as one of the Haoyue Twin Pride together with Han Ziqian, but at this time, his face is pale and he is at a loss!

"Uncle Junior, what did you do just now? Why did the passage disappear after throwing a strange talisman into it? Do you want to murder Uncle Han?"

The male and female disciples of the Hazy Moon Pavilion were all surprised by the scene that had just happened, so they asked questions with a panicked look.

This is no joke, if that uncle really can't come out because of this, they will be miserable!

After returning home, at least the cultivation will be completely wasted and expelled from the division, or the worst will be difficult to protect his life, and he will suffer from the division of the head.

They all knew very well what the loss of a Yuan Dan stage cultivator meant to a sect, so they became more and more nervous.

"I didn't do anything! I just pasted a middle-level and lower-level "Imprisonment Talisman" at the entrance, wanting to wait for the demon beast to chase after it, and then activate this talisman to give it some hardship!"

Han Zilong did not panic in the face of everyone's accusations, and when he spoke, he looked reasonable.

Others don't know, but he knows very well that when this kind of disaster happens, his backing is very hard, and there is nothing wrong with it at all!

As for why he did this, only he knows, and outsiders can't understand why.

Now, when he thinks of his cousin, if he really can't come out, maybe this is the result he really wants!

Let's try to open up the tunnel and rescue Uncle Han!"

An older male disciple, after listening to Han Zilong's words and looking at his expression, did not speak angrily, as if he was greatly dissatisfied.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately reminded the disciples of the Hazy Moon Pavilion, and they hurriedly brought out all kinds of colorful spiritual weapons, surrounding the place that should have been the entrance of the passage, and kept smashing down, trying to fight the ban again to rescue Han Ziqian.

Han Zilong, on the other hand, watched from the sidelines, did not stop it, and had no intention of helping.

A few hours later, in the underground world dozens of feet below, Han Ziqian opened her big eyes and looked at her in front of her incredulously, and suddenly there was one more person.

This person commanded a golden long knife and kept attacking the White Scale Jiao, while blocking in front of Han Ziqian to prevent her from being sprayed by the White Scale Jiao's purple liquid.

When Han Ziqian saw someone coming, she breathed a sigh of relief and was faintly relieved.

This person is Wang Baoshan, he flew to avoid the attack of the white scale Jiao, and a few hours later, when the spiritual power was about to be exhausted, he suddenly came out of nowhere and saved her who was already in danger.

The situation at this moment could not be delayed, Wang Baoshan barely parried the attack of the white scale Jiao, and glanced at Han Ziqian, who was full of surprise.

In his heart, there was a wry smile.

Originally, he had been leisurely watching the good show of the Hazy Moon Pavilion vs. the White Scale Jiao, and even when this python demon, after changing its form and evolving, he didn't have any panic except for being stunned.

But when Han Ziqian wanted to withdraw and the entrance to the bluestone passage suddenly disappeared, Wang Baoshan couldn't sit still anymore.

Not to mention anything else, if the entrance of that passage is gone, wouldn't it mean that no matter who wins or loses between Han Ziqian and White Scale Jiao, he can't leave this place alive!

Where can he be calm and not panic!