"Boom", there was a loud noise!
The golden sword lights penetrated the thick fog in the surroundings and fell down like a waterfall, hitting the Heavy Water True Wheel one after another.
"Ding dong" sounds of heavy rain falling continuously came from above the two people's heads.
Han Li's pupils shrank. He made a gesture with one hand and shouted, "Quick!"
"Buzz", there was a sound.
The Dao pattern of water on the Heavy Water True Wheel glowed, and a mass of black light immediately burst out from the wheel. Dozens of streams of black heavy water rushed out from the light, intertwined with each other in midair, and twisted into a huge heavy water whirlpool.
The golden sword lights fell into the whirlpool and were twisted into pieces without the slightest resistance.
"Go!" Han Li shouted and suddenly waved his palm.
The Heavy Water True Wheel suddenly shrunk to the size of an ordinary shield. With a whistling sound, it drew a long black light arc in the air and shot towards a wooden puppet.
The puppet didn't move. It made a gesture with one hand and pressed the sword body. A broad light sword condensed outside the sword body and blocked the Heavy Water True Wheel.
When the two were about to collide, Han Li suddenly hooked his finger in the air. The Heavy Water True Wheel spun in the air, bypassed the light sword, and smashed on the puppet's head.
There was a "pa" sound.
A dark light of heavy water gushed out of the puppet's head, and then it exploded. Its remaining body seemed to have been drained of all its strength in an instant. It tilted to the side and fell down.
The golden long sword in his hand seemed to be summoned by something. With a bright light, it turned into a rainbow and flew towards the top of the mountain.
The surrounding puppets turned a blind eye to this scene. They all held their long swords and rushed towards Han Li.
"There's no time to waste here …"
Han Li frowned and waved his palm. The Heavy Water True Wheel immediately flew back and hovered above his palm, rotating non-stop.
The Treasure Wheel of Truth in his body secretly reversed. The change in the flow of time made his figure suddenly become blurred.
On the stone stairs leading to heaven, a series of afterimages suddenly flashed past, and then abruptly stopped.
Following that, a series of explosions rang out.
Of the remaining six puppets, four of them had already been decapitated and had fallen to the ground. The four swords in their hands were also drawn to the top of the mountain by an invisible force, just like the previous one.
Han Li's figure swayed. After he regained his balance, his face was slightly pale. He panted lightly, and the rotation speed of the Heavy Water Real Wheel in his hand gradually slowed down.
Activating the Heavy Water True Wheel and the Mantra Treasure Wheel at the same time consumed too much of his Celestial Origin Power. Even the current him couldn't use them for too long.
Lu Yuqing was originally facing off against the two puppets. In the blink of an eye, she discovered that her opponents had already been defeated. She could not help but be startled. When she saw Han Li, her expression relaxed.
Rumble!
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the top of the mountain, and the entire mountain shook violently.
Han Li's expression changed slightly as he looked up into the sky.
"Big Brother Han, there's no time to lose. Hurry over there and find a way to retrieve the flying sword.
Leave this place to me. I have a way to deal with it … "Lu Yuqing suddenly said.
"Thank you very much. Be careful," Han Li heard her and said after a slight hesitation.
After saying that, he tiptoed on the stairs, and his figure once again shot up, quickly disappearing into the thick fog.
Seeing that Han Li had left, the remaining two puppets wanted to chase after him, but Lu Yuqing's figure flashed and blocked in front of them.
At this moment, her expression became a little strange. An expression that had never been seen before appeared on her beautiful face. She looked a little cold and a little perplexed. White mist seemed to rise in her eyes, making them look a little moist and blurry.
With a twist of her wrist, she put away the green feathered fan and replaced it with a silver-white longsword. It had an ordinary appearance and was obviously not an Immortal Spirit Treasure. Its grade was much lower than the green feathered fan.
"Why do I suddenly feel that using a sword is not bad …" Lu Yuqing looked at the long sword in her hand and muttered to herself.
Her tone was not teasing, but seemed to be really puzzled. It was as if she did not understand why she wanted to use a sword.
…
After rushing out of the area covered by the fog, the scenery on the mountain suddenly became clear. Han Li found that he was still halfway up the mountain. The stone staircase in front of him was still extending upwards, and he could not see the end at all.
The further he went up, the wind and waves were calm, and he did not encounter any more obstacles.
After Han Li arrived at the mountain peak, he walked down a mountain path paved with bluestone slabs. Walking towards the center of the mountain peak, he saw a Daoist temple building in the distance. It was hidden behind a clump of jade-like green bamboo.
The area of the Taoist temple was not large, and it looked like it only had three courtyards. However, between the white walls and black tiles, there were all kinds of brick carvings, giving it a simple and unadorned feeling.
At this moment, Han Li naturally did not have time to appreciate this. After investigating and finding that there were no restrictions in the Taoist temple, he directly pushed open the black door of the Taoist temple and barged in.
The furnishings in the Taoist temple were very simple. The first two courtyards had more than ten halls, and other than a few statues of unknown origins, the rest were mostly empty.
There were also two rooms that seemed to be pill rooms. In the middle of the room, there was a pill furnace that had long been extinguished. On both sides of the room were some shelves, and on top of them were all kinds of bottles and jars of various sizes.
Han Li only glanced at them, and did not have time to determine whether they could still be used. He just rolled up his sleeves and put them all away.
The last courtyard of the Taoist temple was very far ahead, and in the middle was a wide spirit path that was paved with white stone slabs.
Han Li followed the spirit path all the way inside, and walked slowly to the innermost hall.
Outside the hall, there were seven or eight wooden puppets lying in disorder. They were exactly the same as the ones he had encountered on the mountainside.
Han Li's gaze swept around, and he immediately noticed that the doors, windows, and wooden beams under the eaves of the hall were all engraved with complicated and dense talisman markings. Obviously, it was a rather extraordinary defensive restriction.
But at this moment, it had already been damaged. Many of the talisman markings at the key points of the formation had cracks on them, and there were still traces of sword qi remaining on them. Obviously, they had been damaged not long ago.
In the middle of the lintel of the hall hung an enormous black horizontal board, and on it were written three large words' Ancestral Hall 'in gold lacquer seal script.
The Ancestral Hall of the Immortal Clans had the same name as the Ancestral Hall in the lower realms, but in fact, it was very different.
In the Ancestral Hall in the lower realms, it was often used to worship the ancestral tablets of the ancestors of the sect. Because the lifespan of the Immortal Clans was too long, besides a few ancestral tablets, most of the ancestral tablets in the Ancestral Hall were used to worship the treasures that the ancestors of the sect had left behind in the sect.
These treasures were not necessarily the most powerful magic treasures of the Immortal Clans, but most of them were things that the elders of the sect often carried with them during the process of cultivation in the sect.
These kinds of items had been influenced by the incense of the sect for the longest time, and they were also the closest to the sect. Therefore, many Immortal Clan leaders and elders liked to keep the items in the Ancestral Hall the most.
The Ancestral Hall was the place where the incense was passed down, and it was often the place where the luck of the sect gathered. Rumor had it that the treasures of the sect were often nourished by the incense for a long time, and because of the long-term influence of the incense, they would automatically become spiritual.
Some of the younger generation of the sect with great luck would occasionally encounter the situation where the treasures of the sect chose their own master when they worshiped the ancestors in the Ancestral Hall. Often, they would be blessed and amazed by this.
In the Ancestral Hall of the Lifeless Sword Sect, the furnishings were very simple. There were two rows of everlasting lamps on both sides. The lamp oil inside had been used up, and the lights had been extinguished. In the middle, there were four levels of altar tables arranged in a terraced manner from high to low.
"According to the calculation of one generation per level, the Lifeless Sword Sect has only been passed down for four generations …" Han Li murmured. He could not help but feel a little surprised.
However, when he thought about the method they used to recruit disciples, he understood.
After Han Li glanced around, he found that other than a few tablets scattered on the altar tables on the second and third level, there were only a few trays made of red sandalwood. They were all empty.
Han Li's gaze stopped on the highest altar table for a moment. There was no tablet for the Lifeless Taoist, only a slightly longer red sandalwood tray.
"It seems that when the Lifeless Sword Sect was destroyed, the Lifeless Taoist had not yet passed away …"
As he was pondering, there was a sudden burst of crisp and melodious tinkling sound coming from the back of the Ancestral Hall.
The sound was not loud, but it had a strange penetrating power. It spread all the way here, and he could hear it clearly even without paying attention.
He immediately left the Ancestral Hall, followed a bluestone path in the backyard, and rushed in the direction of the back mountain.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Han Li stopped in front of a vast sloping hillside.
At his feet, there was a Black Stone that was half the height of a person. It was very inconspicuous, and there were two big words written in ancient seal script on it:
"Sword Sea"
Han Li stood at the edge of the hillside and looked down. He saw a faint reflection of light in the green meadow. When he took a closer look, he could not help but raise his eyebrows and let out a cry of surprise.
He saw that in the dense green meadow below, there were countless Flying Swords. They were of different styles and colors, but most of them pointed to the sky. They were like grass swaying gently in the mountain wind, and when they collided with each other, a burst of crisp sound could be heard.
Among these flying swords, there were small flying swords that were as fine as a sewing needle, huge swords that were as wide as a door, curved swords that were winding like snakes, and strange swords that were perfectly straight and single-edged … They came in all shapes and sizes, and so on and so forth.
It was unknown how many thousands of years they had been stored in this Sword Sea, but none of them were damaged or rusted. Without exception, all of them were shining with a dazzling light.
Han Li's eyes scanned the Sword Sea for a long time. Finally, his eyes stopped and fell on a broad-edged Giant Sword.
There, he saw his Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords. 72 of them were neatly arranged, and they were gently swaying according to the frequency of the other Flying Swords.
However, when he called out with his mind, the frequency of the Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords suddenly became somewhat disorderly, as if they were responding to him. However, they seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and did not fly towards him.
Seeing this, Han Li's heart stirred.
He raised one hand, and with a "chi la" sound, a section of his clothes flew up. Wrapped in a gentle green light, it silently passed over the Black Stone and entered the range of the Sword Sea. Suddenly, there was a layer of fine light that was difficult to see with the naked eye floating around.
Almost without a sound, that piece of clothing fell apart in the light and shadow, turning into powder.