Under Han Li's purposeful gaze, the body was placed on this simple altar, and the woman in the white dress, Pan Shang, stared intently at the purple gold page in front of her, known as the Dao Heavenly Divine Book, and had not yet begun the Qin Tian Purple Technique.

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came into Pan Sang's mind and said:

"Pan Shang! Do you really want to inspire this kind of Qintian Purple Technique for this person? ”

Hearing this, Pan Shang, the woman in the white dress, did not respond, but just brushed the mantra of Qin Tianzi's Jianshu and some things to pay attention to in her heart, but the hoarse voice quickly continued to ask:

"Pan Shang! Have you thought about it, with your six-root body, once this kind of divination technique is activated, especially the Qintian Purple Technique, the various drawbacks of it have also been explained to you in detail that day, even if you don't die, I'm afraid it's definitely not something you are willing to accept! ”

Hearing this, the eyes of the woman in the white dress Pan Sheng suddenly slipped, flashing a faint crystal, and then, Pan Sheng rumored back and said:

"If this is the case, it is also the will of heaven, once the people there chase after it, it is not impossible to bear this kind of drawback, draw the soul and refine the soul, and destroy the form and spirit!"

"Pan Shang! When you really meet that person, can this Han boy really save you from fire and water in time? The hoarse voice questioned again.

"Since he is the person pushed by Yuan Mu, and Yuan Mu knows the truth that I am inevitable, although he has not said it explicitly, but after many years of deep friendship, if I still can't understand her intentions, how can I cultivate to this day!" Pan Shang, the woman in the white dress, said rumoredly.

"But, you ......"

The hoarse voice tried to persuade something. Pan Sheng immediately suppressed her mental connection, and once again put her mind on the purple gold page in front of her.

Of course, Han Li didn't know anything about this, and when he looked at it, Pan Sheng on the simple altar was silently chanting words in his mouth, and he had already begun to urge some kind of obscure incantation.

On the altar, as the woman in the white dress Pan Sheng pinched her palms very skillfully, and the mantra continued to be gently spit out of her mouth, some relatively thin mist flashed on Pan Shang's body. And gradually accumulate. It didn't take long for Pan Sheng to be covered in a soft layer of smoke.

The smoke is quite eerie, the mountain is neither high nor low, but the wind coming from a certain direction is still very strong. Clothes are still inevitable. But the smoke was completely unmoved. Completely surrounded by Pan Shang, there was not a trace of it blowing away, but Han Li could see it. It was definitely not caused by Pan Shang's self-absorption.

The blue glow of his eyes flickered, and Han Li looked at it intently, those faint smokes that were still transparent were suddenly showing an extremely pale purple color as Pan Shang's magic technique was constantly stimulated, and Han Li couldn't help but be amazed at it.

Soon, Pan Shang, the woman in the white dress, seemed to be draped in a purple veil as thin as a cicada's wings, and at this moment, Pan Shang, who Han Li was staring at, had a little purple essence in her originally beautiful eyes, and her eyes couldn't focus on a certain place, looking quite empty and godless.

It was only the beginning of the stimulation, it took nearly half an hour for Pan Shang, the woman in the white dress, to drape her entire person in a large area of purple mist, and Han Li looked in from the outside, leaving only a fluttering figure.

A woman's moaning coquettish voice was about to come out, and faintly, Han Li saw that Pan Shang's arms in the purple mist had actually rotated out another set of mantras, which were originally silently recited, but now they had become loud recitations.

At this moment, Han Li moved his gaze down with some meaning, several materials on the ground were already ready to move, slowly floating to Pan Shang's chest, a faint blue light flickered, Han Li sensed an extremely terrifying aura leaking out in an instant, even Han Li, once he placed his mind on this aura, a terrifying intent actually appeared from the depths of his heart, and this terrifying intent made Han Li have to temporarily move his attention away.

However, Han Li turned his gaze back to Pan Shang's arm, and the purple-gold page, which was also almost hidden in the Purple Mist, the Dao Heavenly God Book gradually floated above her head under Pan Shang's urging.

At this moment, for the first time, Han Li actually saw that the purple gold page flashed with a kind of dark color that he had never seen before, this kind of dark color was very strange, and Han Li could actually see several different colorful colors from it, changing in turn, rapid and wonderful.

However, every time he stimulated a round of colorful colors, Han Li once again derived some kind of terrifying fear from his heart, even if he closed his eyes, Han Li could still feel it, and at the very end, out of awe of this kind of magic, Han Li reluctantly withdrew nearly a hundred miles away, only then did he reduce this unprovoked fear to the lowest level.

However, at this moment, Han Li found that there were actually several latent beasts wailing in the nearby mountains, and the poignant nature of them was really unbearable.

What's more, within a thousand miles of the vicinity, countless large and small trees, whether they are spirit species or ordinary plants, actually "rustle", and within a few hours, those trees are all yellow, gray, withered, nearly destroyed, and finally become a section of broken and ruined rotten wood, those little beasts also died without accident, and their strong eyes must have seen something that broke their guts.

At this time, if someone can see Pan Shang's face clearly, they will find that Pan Shang's face, which is on the cusp of the storm, is extremely hideous, and it continues, as ugly as a demon who has been drained of her soul, and has completely lost her original appearance.

And at this moment, under Han Li's gaze, the Dao Heavenly God Book had already risen suddenly, slowly rising to the top of Pan Shang's head, and was still slowly rising, at this moment, Pan Sheng stimulated several utensils around him, and all the remaining materials in front of him, all kinds of light flickered, and each time it even emitted a different kind of frightened feeling, which was heartbreaking.

Due to the distance, and Han Li had learned a lot, floating his spiritual realm on the surface of his body, this feeling was almost completely discharged, and the impact on Han Li was almost negligible.

At this moment, Han Li turned his gaze to the sky, and in the middle of the sky, right on the top of the mountain, a roll of white clouds from nowhere was slowly turning into light and light gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was still deepening endlessly.

Seeing this scene, Han Li was slightly stunned, obviously, although this cloud of ashes was not the same as the calamity cloud he had encountered before, however, Han Li could still specifically feel the power of heavenly power in it, but the appearance in it was different.

Turning his gaze to Pan Shang's body again, he saw that Pan Sheng had already put a certain piece of material in his hand at this moment, which was obviously the Demon Domain Floating Flame that he had obtained from the True Demon Realm.

Without delay, I saw Pan Shang's purple shadow frantically urging mana, and the demon domain floating in his hand was used as a kind of dark colored fireworks equivalent to infant fire, urging burning, one stroke, two strokes, three strokes, and the purple fireworks in the Xuan Zhong were immediately swayed out by Pan Shang.

In a short time, the entire simple altar was surrounded by this group of flames, and these flames seemed to have quite spirituality, and they bounced and jumped like anthropomorphism, and went straight to the fluttering Dao Heavenly God Book on it.

Soon, the entire Dao Heavenly God Book was wrapped in a heavy layer of such Xuan Zhong translucent flames, burning silently, but the Dao Heavenly God Book shone the light of the rainbow glow at an extremely fast frequency, and the beauty of the period was unforgettable.

At this moment, Han Li noticed that the sky had turned from white to gray, and then from gray to black in the cirrus clouds, until it was completely pitch black, and Han Li vaguely saw something from it, but it was an extremely vague impression, and it was difficult to say what the change was.

And the Nangong Wan Soul Tablet that Han Li had treasured for many years had already floated away at this time, and gradually fell into the Dao Heavenly Divine Book that was heavily burned, Han Li couldn't bear to shake in his heart when he saw this, but he quickly let reason prevail and watched the Nangong Wan Soul Card fall into this pile of strange fireworks.

At that moment, a trace of loss suddenly flashed in Han Li's heart, but soon, after Pan Sheng lightly snorted and activated an obscure technique, Han Li saw a pillar of dark light that was not too big rushing straight into the sky, and when it was lightning, it had already struck into the pitch-black clouds and disappeared.

Soon, Han Li fixed his gaze, and among the purple shadows of Pan Shang, a magic trick with a large amplitude was swayed and excited, and an extremely sad wail cried out, and the piece of Juyuan Essence next to him suddenly turned into a faint glow of light and a dense dust mass with a strong aura in Pan Shang's swinging arm, unable to float.

Looking up at the deep sky, the purple shadow Pan Sheng seemed to have seen something, and "popped" a few fingers in a row, and fell straight to the dust of Juyuan's essence.

At that moment, the blue light of his pupils flashed repeatedly, and Han Li took a closer look at the contents of the Dao Heavenly God Book, which turned out to be an extremely simple topographic map.

Squinting slightly, he compared the shapes of the major cities and small cities in the Northern Han Immortal Domain, and soon, the name of a city appeared in Han Li's mind.

"Jin Han Gong Sickle City!"

When he muttered softly, Han Li had already heard the words of the woman in the white dress, Pan Shang, and the pitch-black cloud in the air disappeared all of a sudden, and the purple mist that had originally lingered around Pan Sheng on the simple altar gradually dissipated, but at this time, Han Li, who was looking at Pan Shang, was taken aback by Pan Shang.

I saw that Pan Shang, a woman in a white dress who was originally calm, not only was her mana consumed a lot at this moment, but her body was unable to support it, she fell to her knees completely, her hands were struggling to probe the ground, and her face, mournful and hideous appearance were no longer able to distinguish her original lovely appearance.

At this moment, Han Li, who was already approaching, fell to the edge of the altar, and he didn't dare to touch Pan Sheng on the other side easily, staring at her, not knowing what to do for a while.

Even if you and I were willing to do this, there was no coercion in it, but Han Li didn't want the other party to be hurt inexplicably because of this, Han Li touched his chin, but at this moment he was thinking about it deliberately. (To be continued......)

PS: May ironclad 3 more per day, another author carefully considered, May monthly pass reached 35, June every other day plus more, that is, single number 3 more, double number 2 more, less than 35, maintain the whole month 2 more, I hope you understand, the most thank you and wish you a happy reading.