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Chapter 1862 The Battle of the Demon Realm Returning the Cauldron

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    "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Blood Spirit, for giving this tome, but the things recorded in it are somewhat inconsistent with the exercises I practiced. I'm afraid I won't be able to practice the secret techniques in it." Only a moment later, Han Li summed up the contents of the jade slip.  After scanning it once, he shook his head and put the jade slip back on the table.

    "Why, Fellow Daoist's main practice is the Confucian method!" Xue Lingyu said with some doubts.

    After all, Han Li's second Nascent Soul, it can be seen that he is practicing extremely powerful magic skills.  It cannot be said that there are no monks who practice two diametrically opposite techniques at the same time, but they are definitely rare in the human race.

    "That's not true. It's just that Mr. Han has practiced a special divine mind technique. If he really wants to practice blood soul, it will hinder his future cultivation." Han Li replied calmly.

    "Seeing that Fellow Daoist's second Yuanying has cultivated to the late stage of Void Refinement, I should also know that Fellow Daoist Han should have other soul-inspired secrets that are not inferior to the blood-soul Dafa. Otherwise, the auxiliary Yuanying that I have cultivated will not have enough spiritual power.  Under the circumstances, the general cultivation base is far inferior to this deity. Like the body of a concubine, the body transformed by a strand of blood soul only has the magic power of the initial stage of refining the void. If this is the case, I will take this thing back first. "Blood  Hearing Han Li's words, Ling Ling didn't show any surprise. With a flick of his sleeve, he actually took the jade slip back.

    "Compared with the second Nascent Soul, this blood soul technique actually has its own strengths. At least the second Nascent Soul has been away from the deity for too long like a fellow daoist, and I'm afraid there will be big troubles." Han Li looked at  The woman in palace costume opposite said something with a smile.

    "That's right. The blood soul art used a special blood refining secret art to sacrifice soul thoughts in ancient times, so there is no need to fear the backlash of the avatar. Otherwise, the blood crystal master who created this art would not have been so famous back then." Blood  Ling Yanran smiled.

    After hearing this, Han Li didn't say anything, just smiled.

    "By the way, I heard what fellow Daoist Han said that day, and I had to ask my concubine some questions. Although the deity of the blood spirit inheritance doesn't have much memory, as long as I know it, I will try my best to answer it to fellow daoist." The woman's expression was concentrated.  Said.

    "Since Fellow Daoist said so, then Han is not too polite. I think Fellow Daoist Blood Spirit has already heard about it." Han Li glanced at Xu Jiao who was at the side, and pondered.  asked.

    "Blood Spirit did ask a little more. Not only did Fellow Daoist come from the same Human Realm as Blood Spirit's deity, but he could also get the dark blue ice flame that the deity left in the lower realm in the past, and now he is helping the Xu family to awaken the concubine.  It's a coincidence, it's really incredible." The woman in the palace costume sighed softly, her expression a little complicated.

    "That's why, Mr. Han has always had a few unsolved mysteries about some things in the human world back then, and I want fellow Taoists to clear up some of the puzzles." Han Li's mouth curled up slightly, and he said seriously.

    "Fellow daoists want to ask questions about the lower realms?" The woman was taken aback, as if a little surprised.

    "Why, is there something wrong?" Han Li's eyes flashed, and he seemed a little puzzled.

    "It's more than inappropriate! If fellow Taoists want to ask about the human world, the blood spirit probably has nothing to say." The woman in palace costume gave a wry smile.

    Han Li frowned naturally, but he didn't ask any more questions.  He knew that the other party would definitely give him an explanation.

    Sure enough, after the woman in the palace costume looked serious, she said:

    "It's not that the blood spirit is making a fuss, but I don't have any relevant parts of the human world in my memory. I only have a very vague impression of everything I know about the human world."

    "How did this happen? Could it be that the fellow daoist lost the memory of the human world during the blood soul seal!" Han Li asked with some doubts in his heart.

    "Fortunately, it's not because of the loss. It's because when the memory of the deity was passed on, this part of the memory was not copied at all." The woman said with certainty.

    "Why is this?"

    "This the blood spirit also doesn't know about it." The woman in the palace costume became a little embarrassed.

    The corner of Han Li's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end.

    The woman in palace attire was also very embarrassed, but she came to visit Han Li this time, but she had another important matter, so after hesitating for a while, she spoke again with a strange expression:

    "I don't know anything about my concubine, I don't know if I should ask a question or not."

    Han Li was completely speechless in his heart.

    The other party didn't answer my own question, but instead asked about things in a blink of an eye.  But he didn't show any strangeness on his face, instead he smiled lightly and said:

    "What's the matter, fellow Taoist, just ask."

    "The concubine is taking the liberty. Dare to ask, when fellow Daoist Han was in the human world, did he receive any magical artifacts that have something to do with the blood spirit deity? When I first met fellow daoist a few days ago, I felt it from fellow daoist.?.  "

    Seeing this situation, Xu Jiao was a little surprised. He hurriedly stood up and gave Han Li a salute, then followed closely behind.

    Han Li looked at the door of the attic with flickering eyes, and after a while, he let out a soft sigh.

    For some reason, although he didn't get the answers he wanted to know from Xue Ling's mouth, and he didn't know the whereabouts of his deity at all, but after returning the Xutian Dingyi to this woman, he felt a lot easier in his heart.

    Those doubts that might have been obstacles to cultivation seemed to have become insignificant all of a sudden, and the influence of the oath made on the young man surnamed Weng was completely relieved at this time.

    Although the Xutian Ding is a good spiritual treasure, it is obvious that this treasure should have other uses that are not known.  Otherwise, in terms of the power of fighting skills alone, it is not as good as the other spiritual treasures on him.

    It's a pity to hand it over now, but it's not to the point where it makes him very reluctant.

    Now that I can make up for the demonic barriers in my state of mind, I can also make friends with the blood spirit Xu family and the future Bingpo Fairy, and even get a black jade magic flower that I have only heard of, so it is not a disadvantage.

    However, things here are almost done, and it's time to leave the Xu family.  Next, it is only a few years before the Wanbao Conference will be held, so you can travel around the territory of Tianyuan first, and then slowly rush over there.

    Han Li also stood up, and slowly walked towards the stairs, thinking thoughtfully.  (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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