After the old man finished speaking, he retracted his gaze and seemed to have lost interest. He turned around and went down the city wall, intending to leave.
After taking a step, he suddenly remembered something. Then his lips moved and he transmitted a message to Sheng Xian, "That human can live or die at will, but the Celestial Fox Clan cannot be hurt."
After getting an affirmative answer, the old man left completely.
Sheng Xian, who had gotten the tacit consent of the old man, had a smirk on his face. His two protruding fangs could not help but flash a cold light.
"Ao!"
He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a roar.
There was a red light spreading in his bloody mouth, turning into a huge blood-red vortex. There was a burst of powerful suction force from it, shrouding Han Li's body.
Han Li had long noticed the strangeness, so he first reversed the Treasure Wheel of Truth in his body. Before he was bound by the force, his figure had already blurred and flashed away.
However, as soon as he moved, he suddenly felt that his entire shoulder was numb. There was an indescribable, strange power surging from the place where he was hurt by the magma. It seemed to be echoing the attractive force that Qing Xian had mentioned from afar.
No matter where he went, that power would follow him like a shadow, and what followed was the blood-red vortex.
And as time went on, the suction force became stronger and stronger, and the speed of the blood-red vortex became faster and faster.
In the end, this burst of power reached a point where even the power of the law of time was unable to contend with it. His body flashed as he was forcibly dragged into the crimson vortex, upon which he was swept up and disappeared on the spot.
"Brother!" Liu Le'er exclaimed, but it was too late.
She glared angrily at Sheng Xiao, but Sheng Xiao just chuckled in response, looking like he didn't care at all.
The rest of the onlookers were in a hubbub. Many people sighed, but no one dared to say anything.
Sang Tu and Cloud Leopard's faces were already pale. They stared blankly at the direction where Han Li disappeared and looked at each other.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Liu Le 'er seemed to have calmed down the anger on her face and walked towards the ceremony.
…
At this moment, Han Li had entered a strange void. His entire body was suspended in mid-air, and a hot and unpleasant stench assailed his nostrils.
In front of him was a magma waterfall, and beneath his feet was a churning magma lake. Bubbles kept popping and bursting in the lake.
Han Li wrinkled his nose and looked around. He saw that the surrounding space was not too big, and it was surrounded by dark red walls with scarlet magma flowing on them. It was even moving up and down like a living creature.
While he was puzzled, his eyes turned purple and he looked around.
With this scan, he found that there were veins under the irregular walls, and there were traces of celestial spiritual force flowing inside.
"Strange … Could this be the space inside that bastard's stomach?
I couldn't have been swallowed by that bastard, right … "After Han Li used the Magic Eyes of the Ninth Hell to explore, he could not help but have such a thought in his mind. He could not help but touch his nose and mumble to himself.
Just as he was puzzled, the surrounding dark red walls suddenly began to squirm violently and pressed towards the center, constantly shrinking the surrounding space.
The magma waterfall above his head suddenly became turbulent, and a scorching heat rushed towards Han Li's head.
Han Li's heart tightened. He waved his hands left and right, and a burst of green light flashed. Thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords shot out. Light flashed on the swords' bodies, and they split into countless green sword lights that shot in all directions.
For a moment, the narrow space was filled with sword qi and sword lights.
However, although the sword lights were sharp, the surrounding walls did not move at all. They could not be broken at all.
As the walls continued to shrink and press, the area that Han Li could move became smaller and smaller. The dense sword lights around him could not be used, and they all disappeared.
The magma waterfall above finally fell on him.
Han Li only felt a great weight falling on his head, and his body suddenly fell into the magma lake below. His whole body was submerged in the scorching magma, and it was difficult to endure the burning pain all over his body.
He knew that if the surrounding space was completely closed, he would definitely be sealed in this magma lake. Even if his life was not in danger in the short term, there was no guarantee that nothing would happen after a long time.
As he thought, he waved his hand towards the sky, and the thirty-six Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords combined into one. The sword was like a dragon, and it suddenly flew out of the lake, forcibly opening a path under the pressure of the four walls.
Han Li's body was like lightning, and he flew out closely behind it. He held the Mysterious Heaven Gourd in his other hand, and a green light spiraled out of the mouth of the gourd, directly absorbing the magma waterfall above his head.
Without the obstruction of the waterfall, although the aura in front of him was still unbearably hot, it could not stop Han Li from moving forward.
After rushing for about a hundred feet, Han Li finally rushed out of the pressure of the four walls, and then his body rose and fell a few times, and he came to an open space with a dome.
In front of the open space, the magma waterfall fell from it, flowing down along the path.
Han Li's body swayed, and with the momentum of the Mysterious Heaven Gourd, he passed through the magma waterfall, and found that the area behind him was even more spacious. There were only two white stone pillars standing in front of him, and there seemed to be waves of sealing power coming from them.
"Haha, I finally found the way …" Han Li was delighted, and he put away the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords and the Mysterious Heaven Gourd.
His eyes fell on the two snow-white stone pillars, and he touched his chin, carefully sizing them up.
…
At the same time, outside the city gate, Liu Le 'er was pointing at the ceremony, and asked, "Where did you take my brother?
"Where did you take my brother? Why can't I sense his aura?"
"That kid has already entered the space inside my abdomen, and it won't take long for him to be melted by the Primordial Fire magma. Naturally, you can't sense his aura.
Little sister, why don't you recognize me as your brother, how about it?
Haha! "The ceremony looked at Liu Le 'er, who was less than half his height, and laughed.
"Pitiful, really pitiful …"
When Liu Le 'er heard this, not only did she not panic, but she was also a little relieved, and said.
Originally, the ceremony thought that Liu Le 'er was talking about Han Li, but seeing such a change in her expression, he suddenly had some doubts in his heart.
"You dare to swallow Brother Stone into your stomach, you will regret it … No, it should be said that it is too late for you to regret it … Pitiful …" Liu Le 'er suddenly revealed a touch of sympathy, and said.
When the ceremony heard this, he panicked, and his heart suddenly felt a little bad.
The next moment, there was a roar in his mouth, followed by a burst of black light.
Then, the figure suddenly fell forward, and staggered, and almost fell down. Blood was spurting out of his mouth, and a protruding fang broke from the root. Like a scimitar, it flew out with a whistling sound, and directly nailed on the city wall.
"Hula!"
As soon as the black light left Ceremony's mouth, it quickly swelled up, and with the help of the light, the figure of a three-headed and six-armed Demon God appeared from it.
The true spirit bloodline of his body was urged to the extreme, causing many onlookers around to have a sincere impulse to worship.
"I know you will be fine," Liu Le 'er saw the appearance of Han Li, although a touch of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she still said with a smile.
Han Li nodded slightly to Liu Le 'er, and looked at the ceremony on the other side.
"No …"
The corner of the ceremony's mouth was dripping with blood, looking at the broken teeth on the wall, he was already angry to the point of losing his mind.
These two fangs, which had been sacrificially refined with countless rare treasures for many years, were equivalent to the existence of a sixth-grade fairy weapon, and were an important place to seal the space in his body. Now that one of them was broken by Han Li, it was tantamount to opening the door, and it would cost a lot to repair it. How could he not be angry?
"Boy, I want you to die …" Ceremony roared, and the red light on his body shone brightly. His body expanded rapidly, and soon, it surpassed the city wall.
The dark red patterns on his body began to spread in all directions, and his pupils turned completely blood-red. Strands of pink mist began to seep out of his body, and it looked as if he was about to reveal his true form.
When Han Li saw this, he no longer suppressed his own breath, and the true spirit bloodline and the Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Technique were fully activated, and his body began to also begin to skyrocket, not inferior to Ceremony.
When the onlookers saw this, they knew that these two people intended to fight to the death, and they all retreated further away.
But at this time, a figure came from the city, descended from the sky, and landed on the shoulder of Ceremony.
As soon as Ceremony was stepped on by this person, his body suddenly became shorter, and then he slapped his own shoulder.
When he saw the face of the person, he immediately came to his senses, and his body began to rapidly shrink, and soon returned to its original size.
Han Li swept his gaze past them and discovered that the person standing on Guan Qing's shoulder was a tall and handsome young man. He wore a white Daoist robe and had a head of long, snow-white hair that was tied up in a crown made of jade and pearls. He appeared to be a dashing and elegant man.
"Friend Han, long time no see …" The man took the initiative to speak, and greeted him.
Han Li did not know this person, but when he probed the other person's breath, a look of understanding appeared on his face.
This person was none other than Liqima, who was previously imprisoned in the Flowing Time Tower.
When the onlookers saw him appear, their faces changed dramatically, and they all cupped their fists to salute him, including Ceremony and Liu Le 'er, and did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent.
When he thought of the feather scale, Han Li immediately guessed Liqima's identity, and his eyes flashed slightly, and his body began to quickly shrink, until it returned to its original size.
At this moment, Ceremony had calmed down a bit, and seeing that Liqima seemed to know Han Li, he did not dare to act rashly, and just stood aside silently, his face full of hesitation.