"It's really hard to deal with …"
Han Li looked at the corpse demon that had reappeared after the lightning disappeared and his brows tightly furrowed.
Although this thing in front of him did not have any intelligence, its physique was not any weaker than a real Primordial Unity Jade Fairy. Although the Thunder-worshipping Technique could injure it, it was not enough to kill it.
The current situation didn't allow him to waste time for a long time.
Just when Han Li was thinking about whether to use the Green Bamboo Cloudswarm Sword that had been cultivated for the longest time in the Xuantian Gourd, or summon the Essence Flame Firebird to burn and refine it, Magic Light's voice suddenly sounded in his heart lake,
"Friend Han, although this thing is an evil ghost, its cultivation level is not low. It has a certain resistance to thunder, fire, and the like. It will take a lot of effort for you to deal with it. Why don't you leave it to me?"
"Do you have a way to kill this thing?" Han Li asked.
"This thing is condensed by the evil spirit that can't be dispelled when it enters a corpse. I happen to know its fatal point, and I have a good way to deal with it. As long as Friend Han agrees, I can kill it in a moment." Magic Light replied.
Hearing that, Han Li thought for a moment. After that, his right index finger and middle finger lit up, and a flower pattern emerged from it.
In the air beside him, a silver gate of light that was around 10 feet tall opened.
At the same time, Han Li waved his left hand, and the Mantra Treasure Wheel immediately spun. It shrank rapidly and flew into his sleeve, disappearing.
Without the confinement of the power of the law of time, the Taiyi Zombie immediately regained its movement, but it still maintained its original diving posture and went straight to the center of Han Li's eyebrows.
"Swoosh", there was a soft sound.
A black figure flashed out of the silver light gate, and in a blur, he appeared in front of the Primordial Unity Corpse Succubus. He extended a palm that was condensed from baleful Qi, and the palm was shrouded in dark red light patterns. The palm pierced through the chest of the Primordial Unity Corpse Succubus.
The black figure was naturally not someone else. It was Magic Light who had merged with the Rat Immortal's body.
At this moment, on the palm that pierced the zombie's body, there was a fist-sized piece of black meat.
The meat was shaped like a heart, but it had seven orifices. There was an extremely strong evil spirit surging out of it. It seemed to be beating and breathing as it contracted and contracted.
"The true weakness and weakness of a corpse demon is not in the dantian, the head, or the heart acupoint, but in this thing called 'Evil Fetus'. It is this thing that he uses to gather Evil Qi to turn into a corpse demon.
But because of this, it can defend against swords, swords, and halberds, but it can't with evil spirit attacks. "Magic Light slowly and explained to Han Li.
"Friend Han, this evil spirit …" Magic Light looked at Han Li with an inquisitive expression.
"Since it was Magic Light who killed the zombie with his own hands, this evil spirit naturally belongs to Magic Light," Han Li said with a nod.
"Thank you very much." After Demonshine expressed his thanks, he lifted his hand and crushed the evil embryo to pieces.
Purple light flowed inside, revealing a round crystal the size of a longan. Before Han Li could see it clearly, he casually threw it into his mouth.
"Friend Han, if there's nothing else, I'll go back for now and continue my closed-door cultivation," Magic Light said.
"Thank you." Han Li nodded.
Magic Light heard this and immediately turned to walk into the silver door of light. He returned to the praying mat in the main building and sat down with his legs crossed.
Han Li slightly bent two of his fingers and the silver door of light gradually disappeared.
Seeing Magic Light's figure disappear, Han Li's eyes slowly sank. He took out a medicinal pill and swallowed it. After resting for a while, he continued to walk into the depths of the palace.
When he came to the stairs leading to the third floor of the palace, Han Li was not in a hurry to go upstairs. Instead, he released his Divine Sense and swept the entrance.
The tall and sturdy man with the broadsword on his back had walked into the second passage, so he should have entered this palace as well. However, he hadn't met this person along the way, and he hadn't even found any traces left behind by this person. It was truly strange.
Could it be that he did not enter here?
After checking for a while, Han Li did not find anything strange, so he continued to slowly walk up the stairs.
As soon as he entered from the entrance of the third floor, Han Li saw an old screen not far in front of him. The landscape painting on it had faded so badly that it could no longer be seen, leaving only a general outline.
On the broken canvas, there were crisscrossed cuts everywhere. Even the shelf had deep and shallow sword marks and cracks. It was a miracle that it could still stand.
After Han Li stepped forward, his eyebrows inadvertently raised.
After his footsteps paused for a moment, his expression returned to normal and he continued to walk in.
Coming to the front of the screen, through the opening in the screen, he saw that there were several antique shelves in the hall. On them were various vases of flowers, birds, fish, and fish, as well as some dark green books. It seemed to be a study.
However, when he walked around the screen, he found that there were nearly a hundred antique shelves, but most of them had been completely destroyed. He could see through the screen that there were only a few left.
Han Li slowly walked over from the collapsed antique shelves and picked up one of the relatively intact blue-green ancient books. He looked at it and found that the cover of the book was written in ancient seal script, "Golden Stone Record".
After he opened it again, he found that this book was actually just a book about golden stone collection, not some kind of secret technique.
After that, he picked up a few more books in succession and found that they were all ordinary miscellaneous books.
"It seems that this should be the living place of someone, and it seems that this is an interesting person with a wide range of hobbies." Han Li muttered to himself and continued to walk inside.
After passing through a series of palace doors, Han Li came to the deepest part of the third floor of the palace.
As soon as he crossed the palace door, Han Li immediately felt as if he had broken into a barrier, immediately feeling a strong power of the Laws of Time.
His eyes narrowed and he looked inside, only to see that in the middle of the hall, there was a blue pool with a radius of twenty or thirty feet. The water was sparkling and looked transparent.
Han Li's heart tightened and the words "Water of Time" subconsciously appeared in his mind.
The power of the Laws of Time is so strong?
Could it be that the blue liquid in the pond was the Water of Time?
Han Li's mind moved and after his Divine Sense carefully explored the blue pool for a moment, he couldn't help but frown. He found that in addition to the fluctuations of the Laws of Time, there was also a strong aura of life in the pool.
He took a few steps forward and looked into the pool, only to find that in the place where his line of sight was blocked, there was a corpse floating in it.
"It's him?" After seeing the appearance of the corpse, Han Li couldn't help but be surprised.
The corpse was less than five feet long and looked as thin as firewood, but its head was extremely large, giving off a very unbalanced feeling, as if it would fall into the water at any time.
However, it didn't seem to be unstable at all. It was lying calmly on the water with its eyes slightly closed, as if it was asleep.
This strange alien with the appearance of a big-headed baby was exactly the same as the statue he saw at the entrance of this Water Palace.
However, Han Li didn't expect to meet him again here in such a situation.
The big-headed child's body was well preserved, and there seemed to be no damage on the surface, but there was no fluctuation of aura, as if it had just died not long ago. It was a world of difference from the rotten corpses and skeletons that Han Li had seen before.
Han Li's eyes flashed as he slowly shifted his gaze from the small child's face to the surface of the water beside him. There was a blue shield that was around two feet in size and had complex patterns carved onto its surface. It was shimmering with shimmering translucent light.
Less than three inches away from the shield, there was a blue crystal flute floating in the air. There was a row of round holes on the flute, and seven or eight bamboo leaves hung from one end of the flute. It looked rather exquisite.
These two items seemed to be full of spirit qi, and they didn't weaken at all because of the passage of time. They also emitted bursts of strong aura of the Law of Time, and they were obviously not low-grade fairy weapons of the Law of Time.
Seeing these two items, Han Li naturally coveted them, but he didn't act rashly. Instead, he slightly leaned to the side, and his eyes flickered slightly with purple light, shifting his gaze to a round stone pillar in the northwest corner of the hall.
The burly man named Ren Hao, with a broadsword on his back, used some kind of magic weapon to merge his figure with the entire blue stone pillar, and his aura was almost completely concealed.
Han Li had reached the fifth level of the Spirit Cultivation Art, and his Divine Sense was more sensitive than before, so when he stepped on the third floor of the palace, he had already noticed Ren Hao's aura fluctuations, but he couldn't determine where he was.
At the same time, he also knew that the other party had also discovered his traces. In order not to alert the other party, he had been pretending to be unaware of his presence, and brazenly searched the entire third floor of the palace.
At this moment, Han Li suddenly raised his eyebrows, and his figure suddenly blurred, disappearing from where he stood.
After a moment, his figure fell on a beam above the palace, and his aura suddenly disappeared, and even his Divine Sense fluctuations were restrained. It was as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world.
Not long after he hid his figure, a bright red figure emerged at the entrance of the stairs of the third floor hall. It was Feng Qingyuan.
His face was slightly pale, and he looked a little nervous, walking slowly towards this side.
When he passed through the collapsed antique shelves, he also checked the books scattered on the ground like Han Li, and after finding that they were not Immortal secret books, he casually threw them aside.
Subsequently, the nervous look on his face eased slightly, but the speed of his advance became slower.