In that smoky place, a burst of silver light rippled, and there were exquisite high-walled palaces, pavilions and pavilions emerged, and between the peaks, there were also a series of exquisite white jade arch bridges, connecting each other, as if there was a scene of immortal victory.

As soon as these strange scenes appeared, the cyan light suddenly flew in, and then suddenly hovered to a halt.

Fang Pan, dressed in black, showed his figure from the light, stood against the wind, looked at the lifelike buildings and palaces below, and snorted coldly:

"Hmph! It seems that you haven't been idle for the past six months, I want to see what other tricks you can play!"

With that, he flew straight down towards the palaces, plunged headlong into the mist, and fell directly onto one of the peaks.

Fang Pan's eyes closed, and his eyeballs rolled under his eyelids.

After a while, he let out a soft sigh and suddenly opened his eyes.

He found that all of a sudden, he couldn't perceive Han Li's specific location, and could only vaguely tell that he was near him.

His eyes froze, his body did not move, but his figure became blurred, and six identical clones flew out from his original body.

The seven square pans, all of a sudden, shot away in seven different directions.

I saw seven blue rays of light shuttling back and forth between these immortal palaces, and the figure kept flashing, and after a while, it returned to its original place.

They have the same heart to mind, but they don't get anything.

At this moment, one of them, Fang Pan, seemed to suddenly notice something, and immediately bent down and squatted, reaching out and touching it on the ground.

"It's ...... He slowly withdrew his palm, Huo Ran stood up, frowning.

As soon as he said that, the seven men turned their backs to each other and formed a circle to the periphery.

I saw that his body moved at the same time, and the black long knife in his hand suddenly swung out, and seven giant sword lights reflected each other, stirring in all directions.

"Huhuhu......"

Gusts of wind rolled up, and seven sharp sword lights twisted each other, conjuring countless sword shadows, like a black sword shadow lotus blooming and spinning into the sky.

The void above the canopy shook, and those conjured Qionglou Yuyu, under the tearing of this majestic and incomparably sharp force, trembled and distorted one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of "poof" in the void was loud, and the image of the palace in the sky gradually blurred, and then disappeared, revealing the original scene of the entire mountain peak.

I saw that the peak had already been flattened by manpower, and the ground was paved with white jade slabs, which were carved with strange runes distributed in a circle, and a strangely shaped beast pattern was carved in the center of the runes.

Around it, there are more than a dozen white stone pillars, more than ten zhang high, inlaid with many colored spars of different shapes and colors, which look colorful and extremely dazzling.

Fang Pan's seven figures merged back into one, looking at these spar streamers, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly turned his head, and saw Han Li in green clothes, who was standing hundreds of zhang away at the moment, holding a circular array disk in his hand, moving quickly on it.

As if sensing Fang Pan's gaze, Han Li raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly arcing.

The magic circle he was urging was called the "Illusory Light Array", a set of high-level phantom arrays that he had found through the Impermanence Alliance a few months ago, but it could only be used once.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to spend all the top-grade spirit stones on his body, even the only two Tusun Fruits left on his body, as well as the two good-grade spirit treasures in the storage bracelet that Gan Jiuzhen gave him before, were all worth out.

It is said that this array is extremely powerful, and even if the immortals in the late stage of the True Immortal have reached the consummation realm, as long as they have not cultivated to the Golden Immortal Realm, once they fall into it, they will not be able to wake up by themselves, and they can only fall deeper and deeper, and finally trapped in it, and even the Yuanying Divine Soul cannot escape.

However, there are also many shortcomings in this formation.

First, it took too long to activate the formation, so in order to delay time, Han Li laid out another set of "Nine Palace Heavenly Dry Talismans" outside of this formation.

The second is that the person who controls this formation must use himself as the eye of the formation, carry the array plate in the same formation, and be tested by the formation with the trapped people, which is quite a bit of a jade burning.

However, as the person controlling the formation, after all, he has many advantages, and if he can be lucky enough to wake up first, he can directly control the phantom array and attack the trapped enemy.

"Look for death!"

Fang Pan saw Han Li's gaze, his pupils shrank slightly, his figure suddenly blurred, and the black long knife in his hand swept straight forward, stabbing straight into Han Li's heart like a sword.

At this moment, Han Li's forehead was already slightly sweaty, and when Fang Pan's long knife was only a hundred zhang away from him, his fingers landed on the array plate for the last time.

Fang Pan only felt that his eyes lit up, and then the colorful light on the surrounding stone pillars was magnificent, and his eyes were misty for a while, and he couldn't see clearly.

Before he could react, he felt empty, as if he had passed through an invisible barrier, and after stumbling, he rushed into a dimly lit hall.

He glanced at the stout square pillars around the hall and the old brazier hanging on it, and then looked at the vigorous, green flames in the basin, and felt indescribable familiarity in his heart.

"Bright and Bright"

The sound of the grinding of iron cables suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the hall, and a low, hoarse and majestic voice suddenly sounded in the hall:

"Bold criminal, dare to swing a knife at me, are you trying to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?"

When Fang Pan heard this voice, he was full of excitement, and the blade that was pointing straight forward subconsciously drooped down.

He looked up at the wide pitch-black chair more than ten zhang away in front of him, and looked at the middle-aged man sitting on it who was dressed in a snow-white coat with a bruised complexion like a zombie, and muttered "Master".

But then, he shook his head suddenly, and his gaze became fierce again.

"You're not a master, you're just an illusion condensed in the illusion array. He let out a loud cry, and the hand holding the knife was raised again, pointing directly at the zombie man.

I saw that his figure moved, and his figure instantly elongated, and a series of vague phantoms appeared in the main hall.

Among those phantoms, there were constantly figures separating out, and in the blink of an eye, seven identical clones surrounded and killed the zombie man from all directions.

"Evil obstacles, you dare?"

The zombie man shouted angrily, and he didn't see any chanting or pinching techniques, and a burst of majestic momentum suddenly erupted from all over his body, sweeping towards all directions.

"Qiang Qiang ......"

A muffled metal clash sounded, and the black chains that covered the entire hall around the zombie man trembled as if they were all suddenly alive, surging around like black waves.

Fang Pan's seven doppelgangers, no matter how fast they were, were all swept by the chains without exception, and they all spat blood and fell to the ground.

"The little thing that has been trained by this seat also wants to turn the sky upside down?" the zombie man glanced at Fang Pan, who was prostrate on the ground, and said disdainfully.

When the latter heard this, his heart was turbulent, and the zombie man in front of him was the same as his master in terms of breath and speech.

Could it be that Han Li was not activating some kind of phantom array, but some kind of special teleportation array?

For the first time, his originally firm mind wavered.

"Evil Barrier, why don't you come and receive your death yourself?" Before Fang Pan could figure it out, the zombie man shouted again.

Seeing this, Fang Pan's expression changed uncertainly, and he couldn't help but hesitate......

However, it was said that the moment Fang Pan raised his sword and stabbed straight over, Han Li's eyes were also blurred for a while, and he fell into the phantom array.

He only felt the sound of "whistling" in his ears, and his figure was rushing towards the sky.

And at this moment, in the high sky, a huge expressionless face was slowly becoming blurred, and after a flash of dazzling purple light, a long white crack slowly opened, and a faint sound of Sanskrit sound came from it.

"The Gate of the Faerie World!"

I'm ...... Ascension?

Han Li never imagined that the illusion he was facing would be to re-experience the Soaring Thunder Tribulation.

Just as he was surprised, he heard a deafening thunderous sound suddenly come from above his head, and a huge seven-colored arc of lightning flashed down from the mouth of the giant face that was already invisible, and with a shaking, it smashed down towards him.

A breath of destruction swept over as if destroying the world!

Han Li subconsciously waved his hand, and a series of golden thunder flames immediately shot out of his hand, heading towards that seven-colored arc.

As soon as he looked down, he saw that he was holding a dark green long sword in his hand, and there was a familiar and warm touch on the blade.

It was that Xuantian Slashing Spirit Sword!

Feeling the coercion coming from above his head, Han Li hesitated slightly, and after shaking his wrist holding the Xuantian Slashing Spirit Sword, his whole person immediately turned into a dark green rainbow rushing into the sky.

"Boom" resounded throughout the sky!

A brilliant halo of light that obscured the canopy flickered wildly in the void, and then shattered in violent law fluctuations.

Han Li's figure suddenly fell from the sky.

At this moment, his whole body was in severe pain, and his whole body was like a piece of charcoal, his whole body cracked scarlet cracks, and his body almost collapsed.

The dark green wooden sword in his hand shattered into powder with a "snap" and dissipated.

And the huge illusory cheeks in the sky actually became solid again, the face was neither happy nor sad, and the empty eye sockets revealed a kind of indifference that defied all things, and then shattered with a bang.

Immediately after, the door of the immortal realm that had been opened suddenly closed, but a huge spatial crack suddenly appeared on its side.

Through the rift, Han Li saw a darkness that was incomparably deep, as if it could swallow everything.

In it, there was no light, but it had a strange attraction to him, which made him feel close, and he had an irrepressible urge to enter it.