mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 169 Victims

At this time, Huang Fenggu's evacuation troops were divided into two groups, and a group of younger and inexperienced ones, led by Linghu Patriarch, the only Nascent Soul cultivator in Huangfeng Valley, was fleeing towards the border of the country.

The other group with deeper cultivation bases was led by a few alchemy monks, and they stayed behind to temporarily block the demonic army for a while.

As a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, Han Li was naturally assigned the position of the rear of the palace.

Although he didn't want to, looking at the three or four monks in the middle and late stage of alchemy leading the team, and the dozens of disciples who had the lowest cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation establishment, Han Li felt more at ease.

This kind of military strength is enough to compete against the main force of one of the six sects of the upper demon sect.

Han Li thought that as long as he kept a low profile and didn't do anything out of the ordinary, with his strength, he would have no problem keeping his life alive.

Thinking of this, Han Li took a step back quietly, and pulled up the neckline again, trying to cover the lower half of his face.

"Be careful! The magic way is coming!"

The leading middle-aged man let out a loud shout, and with one hand he shot out a dazzling beam of shock, which faintly transformed into a dragon shape in the air, hovering and rushing towards the sky.

'Boom'!
The dragon-shaped Jinghong shot back at a faster speed, and a huge square brick appeared in the sky, then turned into a yellow light and returned to the sky, and was held in the sleeve of a tall and thin old man in black.

"Fellow Daoist's spiritual sense is not weak. To be able to find our traces, it must be some kind of fortuitous encounter, or a rare inborn strong spiritual sense. I am really envious of this old man."

The old man in black stroked his beard and said with a smile, his appearance was very kind.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but did not answer.

The old man in black didn't care, he smiled softly, turned his head to the void and said calmly:

"Come out, this fellow daoist has already discovered us, so don't make a fool of yourself here."

"Hahaha... Old ghost Zhou, I have already said that your sky-covering pocket is useless at all. It's okay to fool around with people whose cultivation base is worse than yours. Once you meet someone with a higher cultivation base than you, you will immediately find out. If the prototype is lost, it will only increase the jokes."

"Humph! That person is a late-stage alchemy monk, a level higher than the old man. It's strange to be able to see through Zhetiandou. But you, you have a strange yin and yang here. Do you have a way to deal with late-stage alchemy monks?" ?”

As soon as the old man in black finished speaking, two voices rang out impatiently.

It was as if a layer of tulle had been removed from the sky, and dozens of monks of the magic path were already high above the sky, surrounding everyone in Huangfeng Valley.

Two of them stood out the most, a short old man less than four feet tall, and a big man in purple with red hair.

The two stood at the forefront of the army formation, and they had the cultivation base of the middle stage of alchemy.

Looking at the demon army formation in the sky, Han Li frowned deeply.

It's not because the opponent's strength is too strong, on the contrary, their strength is obviously too weak.

Two mid-stage alchemy, one late-stage alchemy, plus about fifty foundation-building monks, this power is enough even on the battlefield.

But Huang Fenggu has a late stage of alchemy and three middle stages of alchemy.

In terms of the number of people alone, there is not much difference between the two sides.But the number of high-level monks is one more than that of Huang Fenggu.

Under such a gap, how could those few alchemy formations look so relaxed?

Could it be that there is some backhand on the side of the Demonic Dao?

Alarm bells rang in Han Li's heart, and a belt was already in his hand.

It's just death, as long as he can save his life, Han doesn't care at all!
"What? Only these people?"

While Han Li was still struggling, the middle-aged alchemy cultivator of Huangfeng Valley sneered and said with a hint of sarcasm.

The old man in black in the sky didn't care when he heard the words, he just smiled lightly.

"Fellow Daoist is joking, I don't mean to drive out Fellow Daoist and others to death."

"Huh!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, moved his lips slightly, and said to everyone:
"Gather at my side immediately! I will escort you out with magic weapons!"

Everyone in Huang Fenggu was stunned for a moment, then they all showed ecstasy, and hurriedly approached the middle-aged man.

Han Li gave the middle-aged man a strange look, and after hesitating for a while, he silently moved over.

The middle-aged man's icy gaze swept across the crowd, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a dazzling aura.

The aura dissipated, revealing the exquisite pagoda-shaped magic weapon inside.

'Buzz'!
The pagoda instantly turned into nine brilliant lights, like a huge cocoon, enveloping more than a dozen people.

Yes, only a dozen people.

Han Li stood outside the cocoon, looking at the expressionless middle-aged man, his eyes were as deep as water, and he could not see the slightest emotion.

The others showed astonished expressions. Before they could show their expressions of shock and anger, the middle-aged man waved his hand violently and flew towards the border of the country with these Foundation Establishment disciples who showed no signs of surprise. .

The monks of the magic way looked at this scene with a sneer, without the slightest intention to stop it.

Han Li turned his head slowly and looked at the only man in black who hadn't reached the giant cocoon.

He reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing Wang Chan's pale face with a sneer.

At this moment, Han Li wanted to understand everything.

He was Huang Fenggu's abandoned son from the very beginning, a tool used to calm the anger of Ghost Spirit Sect.

Only when he dies, the rest of Huangfeng Valley will be safe.

At the same time, Huang Fenggu didn't want to bear the infamy of colluding with the devil and sacrificing meritorious persons.

Therefore, they left dozens of Foundation Establishment disciples for Han Li to be buried with him!

In this way, after a fierce battle, Huang Fenggu withdrew a large number of elites by luck. It was definitely not because some ancestor made some shady deal with the Demon Dao, nor did it rely on sacrificing a certain disciple who had made great achievements. Only then did the demonic people let them go.

Huang Fenggu will still be able to hold his head high in front of the other factions in the future, and this alone is enough to send them to their deaths.

Han Li's eyes became as cold as frost, and the belt in his hand creaked.

"Senior Brother Han!"

Among the crowd, someone recognized Han Li.

"Senior Brother Han, what shall we do?"

Han Li had a gloomy face and did not answer.

"What should I do? It's better to ask this young master." Wang Chan said with a sneer.

"How about this, you capture that surnamed Han and bring him before this young master, and this young master will give you a chance to join the Ghost Spirit Sect. How about it?"

As soon as Wang Chan said this, everyone in Huangfeng Valley fell silent for an instant, without making a sound.

In the pair of eyes, there are struggling and gloomy colors.

In the end, I don't know who started it first, a magic weapon like a flying knife flew out of the crowd, piercing Han Li's legs.

Dozens of magic weapons shone with brilliant aura one after another, sending out a full blow to the former fellow disciples.

Han Li raised his head and sighed deeply.

(End of this chapter)