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Chapter 1135: Reaching for the Heavenly Spirit Treasure

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    At this moment, the grey-robed monk's face became very ugly.

    This sword array turned out to be far beyond their expected mystery.

    Han Li saw that although the faces of the two people below had changed drastically, they never really showed panic expressions. Their eyes flickered a few times thoughtfully, and the corners of their eyes twitched slightly.

    At this time, the two old women took out several other treasures, trying to resist the approach of the sword silk.

    Han Li's expression changed.  The puppet in human form, who had been standing behind him all this time, suddenly disappeared from the original place with a flash of inspiration.

    After a while, the gold wires around the sword array were only twenty feet away from the two people in the middle.

    The old woman and the gray-robed monk even started to explode the ancient treasures sacrificed.  As a result, although the golden threads were temporarily stopped, they still couldn't stop them from approaching.

    "No, this sword formation is too weird. There is no way to break it with ordinary treasures, so use that thing quickly. Only the power of that thing can defeat the sword formation!" The old woman saw that the golden thread was getting closer and closer to herself,  Finally, a look of fear appeared on his face, and after turning his head suddenly, he said anxiously to the gray-robed monk.

    "Using that thing can naturally break the sword formation. But how will we deal with the kid surnamed Han later!" The gray-robed monk hesitated.

    "I don't care about this much anymore. If we break the sword array, we still have a chance of survival. Otherwise, if the sword array closes in a while, you and I will die. It is useless to keep this thing." The old woman said without thinking.

    After hearing this, the gray-robed monk twitched the muscles on his face, and then saw the gold wires around him close together a few feet in a short time, finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

    Immediately, he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and suddenly a strange thing appeared in the palm of his hand.

    It turned out to be a fiery red ball the size of a fist, so red that people couldn't see clearly what it was.  But the surface of the ball was affixed with a gold and silver prohibition talisman, and the gray-robed monk held the object with one hand, with a cautious and dignified look on his face.

    "Fellow Daoist Mojiu, hurry up! If this thing works at too close a distance, we will be involved too." The old woman looked at the golden thread of the sword formation that was only ten feet away from them, and called out sharply  road.

    The gray-robed monk sighed, raised his hand and pulled the talisman on the red ball, as if he was about to use it.

    But at this moment, a faint silver light flashed behind the gray-robed monk, and a figure emerged from the void. His actions were as silent as a ghost, and the monk didn't notice anything strange.

    The old woman standing opposite the monk saw this strange thing at first glance, and immediately screamed in shock.

    "Be careful, behind you!"

    The old woman reminded loudly, and at the same time, with a flick of her sleeve, a yellow glow shot towards the figure in a flash.

    Hearing the old woman's warning words, the gray-robed monk naturally shuddered in his heart. Before he could think about it, he was about to shoot out immediately. At the same time, the arm holding the ball shrank subconsciously, trying to push the ball  Put it in the sleeve robe.  But its action is a bit late.

    It was the humanoid puppet that emerged from behind him, but the puppet possessed the supernatural powers of a monk in the late Yuanying period. As soon as it moved, one hand was directly inserted into the back of the gray-robed monk, and the other hand  Then he grabbed the fiery red ball.  The action can be described as thunder and lightning, extremely fast.

    With a muffled groan, the monk stumbled.

    Although the human-shaped puppet's silver palm pointed towards his vitals easily separated the aura of body protection, but the moment it touched the person's back, a phantom of a strange bird covered in black feathers appeared from his back.

    Although the puppet's palm was lowered, it still easily cut the strange bird phantom, but the movement was naturally slow, allowing the monk to avoid the vital point, but a long button was cut on the shoulder, and the blood flowed  .  And the other palm was grabbing the red ball, and when it was about to succeed, the ball suddenly left the monk's hand and shot towards the old woman on the other side.

    The old woman spewed out a yellow light and reached in front of the puppet, and there was a thin yellow needle that shone.

    The human-shaped puppet's eyes were full of purple light, and it did not avoid the needle, but the arm that was grabbing the fiery red ball suddenly trembled, and then the sound of "cracking" came,

    The arm flew out from its body at once, caught up with the ball in front of it in a flash, caught it in the hand, and then shot back in a circle.

    The thin yellow needle hit the puppet's head almost simultaneously, making a dull burst, and the yellow light flashed.

    "not good!"

    "ah"

    Two completely different cries of surprise and joy came from the mouths of the monk and the old woman at the same time.

    &nbsLooking in the direction of the phantom, I saw that the phantom had become smaller in this short period of time.  However, the fire crow floating and flying in its inner body appeared to be abnormal, and its body size was about one-third larger.

    Seeing this scene, Han Li rubbed his chin, his eyes revealed a look of thought.

    Immediately, he was not in a hurry to take back the wisp of real fire, and first made a formula with both hands, and the incantation came out of his mouth.

    Immediately, hundreds of golden lights emerged from the void below, most of them collapsed and disappeared with a tremor, and only thirty-six small golden swords remained.

    With a flick of Han Li's indifferent sleeves, these small swords turned into streaks of golden rainbows and fell into his big sleeves. Then his eyes turned and fell on the two small groups of cold flames that remained in place.

    The two groups of cold flames were motionless below, flickering with a faint gleam, which looked really inconspicuous.

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