Han Li's pupils were shining with golden light, and after exhaling lightly in his mouth, as soon as he refined the mystic technique, his majestic divine sense suddenly released, and through the light curtain, it was suddenly divided into seventy-two parts, directly piercing into the golden thunder and lightning, and controlling the seventy-two green bamboo bee cloud swords with all his might.

Under the manipulation of his mind, the seventy-two flying swords trembled one after another, the light gradually converged, and all the golden arcs that ejected out were also retracted inch by inch, and little by little they merged into the flying swords, and finally all disappeared.

Han Li pinched the magic technique with both hands, and after the magic circle on the fire pit flashed a few times, the golden pillars of light that shot out of it gradually disappeared, leaving only those flying swords, still suspended in the flames.

He opened his mouth and took a sharp breath, and the infant fire, which was fused into the silver flame, immediately rolled out and was swallowed by him.

As the infant fire withdrew, the temperature in the flames dropped slightly, but the transparent green bamboo bee cloud swords began to glow with blue light, and they turned into verdant colors little by little.

On the edge of his sword, there were faint dots of golden light shining out, and it was a natural formation of golden lines in the style of thunderclouds, which looked natural and had some simple meanings.

Han Li's hands moved in the void for a while, leaving behind a trail of golden light, and all the flying swords suddenly burst out of the silver flames like spirits, slowly sweeping in front of him.

He raised his fingers and swiped them in his palm, and a cloud of pale golden essence blood overflowed from it, condensing into a golden blood mass the size of an egg, which was scattered by his palm, and was accurately divided into seventy-two drops, scattered into each flying sword.

I saw that as soon as the essence blood was stained with the flying sword, it immediately sank into it and disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Han Li felt that the connection between himself and the flying sword had become even closer, and the discomfort he had previously felt due to the change in the flying sword's aura had suddenly vanished.

With another wave of his palm, the seventy-two flying swords flashed with blue light, like a summer firefly, flying into the flames with extreme agility and continuing to calcine.

A moment later, Han Li stepped forward, his eyes slightly closed, and began to use his divine sense to engrave the miniature magic circle recorded in the Beast Skin Book on the flying sword.

......

Half a year later.

The Qingguang Great Array outside the Floating Mountain withdrew, and Han Li walked out of the gate of the mansion, his face showing no emotional fluctuations, but he was quite happy in his heart.

At this point, the seventy-two Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Swords had all been cultivated, their appearance and the aura released had taken on a new look, and the Mixed Sword Element, which had not been completely refined before, had also been completely absorbed, and the quality of each flying sword had been greatly improved.

And what satisfied him the most was that the seventy-two flying swords after the re-training were once again integrated with his essence and blood, and the connection between them and him became closer, and he also clearly felt the amazing spirituality contained in these flying swords.

This feeling is as if these seventy-two flying swords are not his magic weapons, but things that are connected to his blood.

Being in the secret realm, he didn't test the power of the flying sword for the time being, but he didn't have to think about it to know that it was definitely not comparable to the past.

On the square outside the mansion, Hu Zhen and the others had already been waiting for a long time, and after Han Li inquired about some affairs in the secret realm, he rewarded these people with some spirit stones, and let them continue to do their jobs well.

After that, Han Li asked about some things in the Candle Dragon Dao, intentionally or unintentionally, but since most of these people had also stayed in this secret realm, they didn't know much.

There is only one new disciple who said some things in the Candle Dragon Dao, and they are all trivial things, but it can also be seen from this that there is no major turmoil in the door.

This made Han Li's heart more or less relieved.

In this way, time passed in relative calm.

A few years later, Han Li finally got the exact news from the Impermanence Alliance by chance, and learned that Gu Jie had been blocked back by a high-ranking member of the Impermanence Alliance, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It didn't take long for him to be isolated by the Forbidden Great Array outside the Floating Mountain.

......

Time flies, the years go by, and in the blink of an eye, it is already two hundred years later.

In the secret realm of Fushan, outside a suspended mountain peak shrouded in blue light, seven or eight young men dressed in the costumes of Candle Dragon Dao disciples stood in mid-air with nervous expressions on their faces, looking very anxious.

"What should I do? Senior Brother Hu...... This time the fog in the gully rose very unusually, in previous years, it would have receded in a month at most, but this time it has been more than three months, but it has not dissipated, and there is even a tendency to continue to spread upwards in the past few days, this ......" A round-faced young man asked as he looked at the dark-skinned young man named Hu Zhen.

"Elder Li had instructed him before this retreat that his retreat was very important, and we must not disturb him unless there was something very important. If we summon him so recklessly, and really affect the cultivation of the elders, who can afford it?" Hu Zhen heard the words and said.

"But Elder Li has been in retreat for nearly a hundred years this time, and no one knows when he will come out, in case something really goes wrong in the big gully and affects the harvest of the elixir, we can't explain it. The round-faced young man said anxiously.

Everyone around them also nodded, looking deeply approving.

The dark-skinned young man frowned, and after thinking about it again, he spoke:

"It's definitely not appropriate to summon Elder Li so rashly now, we must find out what is going on in the gully before we can make a decision. For the time being, I will pay close attention to the changes in the fog, let everyone keep an eye on it, and prevent the white ghosts from invading on a large scale, I will find a way to investigate the situation inside, but it really can't be done, so I have to disturb Elder Li. ”

"That's all it can be......" the round-faced young man nodded and said.

As a result, before his words fell, his expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head and looked above the suspended mountain peak shrouded in blue light.

I saw that in the high sky, there seemed to be a sudden wind winding, blowing wisps of clouds and gathering towards this side, and soon converged into a huge gray cloud that stretched for hundreds of miles.

There was a faint stream of light in the clouds, which at first shimmered like a meteor, and then the light gradually became stronger, and gradually stabilized, revealing a brilliant multicolored light.

"It's ...... Is Elder Li about to break through the realm?" muttered the round-faced youth.

"It should be ......," said the dark-skinned youth.

Before he could finish speaking, the clouds in the sky spun wildly, and a multicolored beam of light condensed by the condensed energy of heaven and earth fell down from the sky, enveloping the entire mountain peak.

Everyone only felt that the air around them was tight, as if an invisible prohibition had suddenly been born in the void, making them feel a little uncomfortable.

At this moment, a rapid and loud "buzzing" sound suddenly came from the abyss below.

"Oh no, there's a situation!

When the dark-skinned young man heard this, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly shouted.

With that, its figure flashed, flew down, and went straight to the ravine below.

Seeing this, the round-faced young man and the others did not hesitate at all, and they also lit up one after another and flew down after him.

Everyone went all the way down, crossing hundreds of suspended mountain peaks, and there were Candle Dragon Dao disciples around them who were constantly joining them, gradually gathering into an army of more than a thousand monks.

Among these people, except for the first few who are at the peak of refining the void, most of the others are in the early stage of refining the void, and they have been stationed here for different lengths, but there are hundreds of years to say the least.

Everyone knew that the sound of that "buzzing" sound meant that the range of the fog rising had exceeded the highest record in history, and more than a dozen peaks would enter the range of the fog, and the rare elixir growing on them would be eaten up by those white ghosts.

Flying down for nearly a thousand miles, the dark-skinned young man and the others finally saw the layer of fog that was as thick as a dark cloud.

In the past, most of the peaks that would not have entered the range of the fog have now been swallowed up by the fog, and there are many shadows on them, as if a large number of living creatures are running and jumping, and from time to time there are bursts of low and hoarse roars from them.

"How so?" said the round-faced young man with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Senior Brother Luo, the communication talisman given by Elder Li is on you, you quickly go to the outside of the peak to wait, once our side can't support it, you will immediately cast the secret talisman and send it to Elder Li. Hu Zhen frowned and said quickly.

"Good. The round-faced young man immediately responded.

"Remember, Elder Li is at the point of breaking through the realm, and you must not use the secret talisman until we are defeated here. The dark-skinned young man admonished.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I remember. The round-faced young man nodded solemnly and said.

With that, its figure turned around and swept straight up.

The disciples listened to the order and immediately set up the Blue Light Absolute Sky Array. Hu Zhen looked worried, turned his head to look at the others, and shouted.

"Yes. The crowd answered in unison, and the sound reverberated back and forth in the ravine.

Those Void Refining Peak Cultivators who surrounded him immediately flashed and scattered, each flying to various places above the mist with hundreds of disciples.

I saw that he waved his palms one after another, as if he had already rehearsed countless times, skillfully and neatly took out a cyan flag, threw it into the void in front of him, and pinched the magic trick with his hands, and recited the secret mantra in his mouth.

With the sound of chanting, the runes on more than a thousand cyan flags lit up, releasing Dao blue light, which connected with each other and turned into a huge curtain of green light, blocking the fog.

In the gully, the thick mist was like a pot of boiling water, surging wildly, and the rolling mist began to rise sharply, and the speed was several times faster than before, and it caught up on the cyan light curtain in a moment.

"Huhuhuhu"

A sound like a wind blowing and a wave surging came from the depths of the gully, and the surging mist hit the cyan light curtain, causing the light curtain to fluctuate violently.

The disciples of the Candle Dragon Dao above the light curtain held the flagpole in their hands with both hands, and their bodies were full of light, struggling to stabilize the big array, and some of the disciples with lower cultivation were like willow leaves in the wind and waves, and their bodies were shaking.

At this moment, in the dense fog, a series of humanoid figures suddenly swarmed out, shooting up from below, and slammed into the cyan light curtain, making a dull "bang" sound.

The disciples of the Candle Dragon Dao looked over one after another, and they saw that under the cyan light curtain, one by one white ghosts with ugly faces, as if they were crazy, leaping up from the top of the floating mountain frantically, and constantly crashing towards the top.

The behavior of these white ghosts was so strange that it was incomprehensible, and it seemed as if they were completely dead.

What's more, he directly knocked himself into a crack in his skull, and a lot of unidentified slurry of white flowers burst out of it.

"What the hell is going on......" Hu Zhen looked at this scene, his face became more and more ugly, and he muttered in his mouth.