Mortal: From a Chaotic Star Sea to a True Immortal

Seeing this, Han Li said nothing more, and his Wind and Thunder Wings were already poised to be unleashed.

After communicating with Wei Fang

He immediately took out a spirit-summoning talisman and stuck it on his body, and a dragon shadow several dozen feet long hovered in the low sky.

A roar shook the surrounding area.

Even as everyone was resisting the demonic flames, their attention was momentarily drawn to them.

The dragon's shadow circled once and then disappeared into Han Litai's body.

Instantly, he transformed into a half-dragon, half-human form with a single horn on his head.

"Spirit Summoning Talisman"

Wei Fang naturally also has the method to make it, but he doesn't have the essence of that transformed dragon, so he can't refine it at the moment.

Seeing that Han Li had taken out the black demonic blade from earlier, he was already preparing to fight the ancient demon.

Wei Fang also wanted to see how the old demon could still go to the Lingmiao Garden without the demonized main soul of the Marquis of Nanlong.

Curiosity arose instantly.

Wei Fang then produced the Eight Golden Mirrors, and the eight small mirrors spun around and came into Wei Fang's hands.

Before long, a beam of light shot towards the black flames released by the ancient demon.

The stalemate didn't last long before both vanished without a trace.

Feeling the loss of spiritual energy from blocking the attack, Wei Fang's expression turned grim.

This time it's a 50/50 split.

After five moves, he exhausted his spiritual power and was broken into five pieces.

No wonder Wei Wuyai looked like he was half-dead.

This is just a minor character in the demon realm.

If this were to happen in the spirit world...

"After all the hard work to ascend to the celestial realm, I thought I was a genius, one in a million..."

"I never expected to be assigned to hunt down a monkey on my third day in office..."

Wei Fang had a fleeting, absurd thought, but the current situation was pretty much the same as fighting a monkey.

That was a situation where a mere graze could cause injury, and a direct hit could be fatal.

……

He casually pulled out a few pills and a bottle of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual liquid.

It went down my throat whole.

This ten-thousand-year-old spiritual liquid was diluted from a single drop of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk, but he divided it into seven or eight bottles.

This is not the time to be sentimental about these external things.

Wei Fang also activated his cultivation technique, and the golden horn shone with spiritual light once again.

With a hand seal, several flying needles behind him transformed into shadows with indistinct trajectories and headed towards the ancient demon.

A series of angry roars rang out, and the ancient demon swatted away all the attacks that were aimed at these cultivators.

It appeared completely undamaged.

The ancient demon's figure blurred, and it instantly appeared not far from Wei Fang.

He reached out and pulled out the nascent soul of an old man in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, then casually stuffed it into the man's mouth.

He chuckled sinisterly twice in the direction of Wei Fang, and then unleashed a strange sonic attack that swept towards his area.

These sonic attacks are the most annoying, not only because they are impossible to defend against, but also because there are few magical artifacts that can counter them.

Fortunately, Wei Fang had already activated the Heaven-Supporting Demon Art. The moment the demon came near him, he swept a line of fire from his fingertip.

Then, without even looking whether he was hit or not, he instantly fled to a place where he wouldn't be affected.

Even so, I was still affected by the sound wave for a moment.

Fortunately, Wei Fang's spiritual sense was not weak, and he managed to withstand it with a muffled groan.

Once he reached a safe place again, he coldly surveyed his surroundings.

In a short time, four or five Nascent Soul cultivators had already lost their lives at his hands.

However, most of them are at the initial stage of cultivation.

The demon turned around and saw the black, strange blade in Han Li's hand unleashing a blade of light over ten feet long as it swung towards him.

He was knocked back a few steps by the cross of his hands, thus blocking the attack.

"You actually managed to find a demonic artifact left behind in this world by the Holy Realm! Hey, that guy!"

The ancient demon said to Han Li, "Give me this, and I will let you go. How about it?"

"Let me go? Hmph."

Han Li responded with only a cold laugh.

The scene on the field now resembles a pack of wolves surrounding the enemy.

Even if this ancient demon has great abilities, its cultivation level is still only at the late Nascent Soul stage.

If the stalemate continues, even if he manages to extract a few more Nascent Soul cultivators, he won't be able to hold out until the main force arrives.

After all, in Tiannan, it's perfectly normal to call for reinforcements if you can't win a fight.

The ancient demon immediately stopped moving, occasionally hurling a few black lightning balls at the group while preparing to forcibly erase the few remaining restrictions within its body.

"Junior Brother Han, can you still set up a sword formation?" Wei Fang transmitted his voice to Han Li.

Upon hearing this, Han Li replied, "I still have some energy left. How about you, Brother Wei?"

Wei Fang gave a wry smile and transmitted his voice, "The evil-repelling divine thunder in my magic weapon is insufficient, so I'm afraid I dare not take it out again. If this demon were to corrupt the magic weapon, then everything would be over."

"However, I do have a way to hold this demon back for a while. My junior brother's demonic blade looks quite powerful, so it should be able to hold it back for a bit."

Wei Fang changed the subject and said this.

Upon hearing this, Han Li immediately said, "Then let's do it this way. The Mulan people should be arriving soon. If we have the chance, we shouldn't let this ancient demon go."

Han Li had already learned about the dangers of this ancient demon from Wei Fang and the Great Yan Divine Lord, and now that he had the opportunity, he was determined to give it a try.

Seeing this, Wei Fang said no more and watched as more than a dozen magical treasures of various kinds were launched at the ancient demon.

After summoning the Heavenly Demon Corpse to guard his left and right.

He then waved his hand, scattering the eight golden light mirrors, each transforming into a beam of light that headed towards the ancient demon.

He couldn't bear to see anything happen to the Zhiyang Bird, so after weighing the pros and cons, only this top-tier magic weapon he obtained from Wen Tianren was worth using.

As each hand seal was completed...

The eight mirrors first shone brightly, turning into a dazzling golden color. A moment later, they all vanished without a trace.

He had fully unleashed the magical power of the treasure.

Feeling the power of this treasure, Wei Wuyai couldn't help but shout, "Great!"

However, Wei Fang was not as optimistic as him.

"Fellow Daoists, this treasure won't be able to subdue this demon for long."

Can this magic weapon really refine the true form of an ancient demon? Even a hermit like Tianjing would shake his head in disbelief.

It might be possible if there were one or two replicas of the Heavenly Treasure in this Fallen Demon Valley.

Wei Fang addressed the crowd, and then Zi Yunfan flew out of his storage bag, transforming into a cloud of purple that completely covered the area where Wei Fang was.

Next, Wei Fang sat cross-legged in mid-air and used all his strength to activate the Eight Gates Golden Light Mirror to suppress the ancient demon.

Not long after, the ancient demon opened its eyes.

All the hidden mechanisms within the body have already been removed.

He wasn't surprised by the situation around him, and dark red energy surged strangely around him.

Not only does it contend with the fire in the mirror, but it also has an extremely rapid counterattack momentum.

In a short period of time, the black demonic energy in the mirror had almost filled the entire space.

Wei Fang flicked a drop of his essence blood into it, further intensifying the golden divine flames.

However, it still appears to be in a losing position.

Fortunately, he wasn't facing this alone. The ancient demon also had to deal with the methods of others, which prevented the formation from breaking immediately.

With ample time available, Han Li proceeded without further ado.

He drew the long blade in his hand and poured a large amount of spiritual power into it.

The Blood Demon Blade suddenly surged with demonic flames, its aura overwhelming many supernatural powers and spells.

Wei Fang was secretly pleased to see this.

"It has to be you again..."

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