Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

Therefore, it seems unlikely that using this monster for a sneak attack will work in the future.

But he refused to believe it. With his cultivation at the Great Perfection of the early Foundation Establishment stage, how could he possibly be inferior to a mere child who had just entered the Foundation Establishment stage?

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes flashed with blood-red light. With a thought, the originally surging blood mist condensed, and countless blood-red flying swords circled behind him, numbering about fifty or sixty at a glance.

Unlike the Human-Destroying Sword, the Earth-Destroying Sword is more powerful, but it also consumes more of the user's own essence and blood.

Upon seeing this, Han Li flipped his hand and immediately canceled the Sword Control Technique. Without the enhancement of the Sword Control Technique, the flying sword transformed from the lightning-struck wooden sword slowly disappeared, replaced by more than thirty sword energies swirling around his body.

"go to hell!"

With a roar, the old Taoist priest Zijin unleashed a dense swarm of flying swords that rained down on Han Li from all directions.

Han Li rubbed his hands together, and the Taihuang Bell spun around before descending from above his head.

Immediately afterwards, a strange purple flame ignited on the two of them, and the fiery clouds enveloped the space around Han Li.

"This is... the Art of Karmic Fire!"

Seeing the raging flames burning on his Taoist robe, the old Taoist priest Zijin's expression changed. He flipped his palm, and a purple-gold gourd appeared in his hand. A terrifying suction force suddenly burst out from the gourd's mouth, absorbing all the karmic fire on his body into it.

At the same time, the old Taoist turned the gourd around and poured all the karmic fire he had absorbed toward Han Li.

Outside the Taihuang Bell, countless fiery flames and blood swords slammed into it, causing it to tremble violently. If it were an ordinary magical artifact, it would surely lose its spiritual power under such a fierce attack.

As a top-tier magical artifact, the Taihuang Bell's advantages are now fully revealed. Nevertheless, the situation on the field is still far from optimistic.

Upon seeing this, the old Taoist priest Zijin burst into laughter and urged his blood sword to launch a fierce attack on the Taihuang Bell.

Just then, the karmic fire that had been absorbed and disappeared suddenly reappeared, its power far surpassing what it had been before. It burned fiercely like a maggot clinging to a bone, instantly shattering the protective aura around its body, and it immediately let out a miserable scream.

How could Han Li possibly give the other party the opportunity to use that purple-gold gourd?

With a loud shout, countless cyan giant swords swirled around, shattering the dense array of blood swords and slashing towards the purple-gold Taoist priest not far away.

Enduring the searing pain of karmic flames, the old Taoist priest in purple gold transformed into a mist of blood and parted to dodge the giant sword formed by the sword aura technique. The moment he reappeared, he used the purple gold gourd to absorb the karmic flames from his body once more.

At the same time, a flash of blood-red light appeared behind the old Taoist priest, and a figure appeared behind him at some unknown time. A giant cyan sword, several dozen feet long, was swung out and slashed fiercely at the old Taoist priest's protective light shield, instantly sending him flying hundreds of meters away.

"Blood Shadow Escape! How do you know our demonic secret technique?!"

The old Taoist priest with purple gold unleashed his magical power and summoned a black skull to block the giant blue sword.

At this moment, his Taoist robe was burned, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and after putting away the purple-gold-red gourd, his gaze was extremely gloomy.

Han Li remained silent, his gaze falling on the black skull floating beside the old Taoist priest, his expression somewhat solemn.

This black skull was actually a top-tier magic artifact, which made Han Li feel quite troubled.

Seeing that Han Li remained silent, the old Taoist priest Zijin didn't bother to explain anything. With a wave of his hand, countless blood-red skeletons flew out from them, opened their blood-red maws, and bit down on Han Li.

"Crimson Flame Spirit Array, activate!"

Han Li formed hand seals like a wheel, activating the Crimson Flame Spirit Array he had prepared beforehand. This array could improve the efficiency of fire-attribute spiritual energy circulation and enhance the power of fire-attribute divine abilities.

With the blessing of the Crimson Flame Spirit Array, the fire cloud inside the Fire Cloud Pouch surged, burning the blood-red skeletons to ashes in an instant.

At this moment, Han Li's eyes flashed red light, and his body was covered with a layer of red light screen. He threw it with his backhand, and a ball of light formed from a fireball talisman that was dozens of feet long flew out and smashed wildly towards the old Taoist priest.

At the same time, Han Li, holding the lightning-struck wooden sword, pointed the tip forward and flew away, giving the old Taoist Zijin no chance to catch his breath.

After unleashing the Earthly Sword and Blood Shadow Escape techniques in succession, the old Taoist had very little essence left in his body and was forced to retreat under Han Li's relentless attacks.

Seeing that he was no match for Han Li, the old Taoist immediately abandoned the idea of ​​confronting Han Li head-on and flew towards the direction where the Mountain-Pushing Beast was.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Han Li was not about to let him escape so easily, so he manipulated the Supreme Emperor Bell to smash it towards the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the Supreme Emperor Bell, coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground. At this moment, Han Li's figure flickered erratically, leaping high as he maneuvered left and right, raising his lightning-struck wooden sword, preparing to deliver the final blow to the old Taoist priest.

At the critical moment, the Mountain-Pushing Beast charged in like a small mountain, knocking Han Li back.

The old Taoist priest spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with gloom. He never expected that the man in the green robe before him would be so troublesome. Without the slightest hesitation, he used the blood he spat out to draw a strange blood talisman in his palm. With the blessing of this blood talisman, he transformed into a streak of blood light and flew away.

Having finally caught such a big fish, how could Han Li let it escape so easily? Just as he was about to step forward, he was tightly entangled by the Mountain-Pushing Beast.

Just then, a tremendous spiritual pressure surged up from the nearby forest, followed by a hazy gray sword light that flew out and struck the old Taoist behind him.

The old Taoist priest, struck by the sword light, screamed and fell from the sky, hanging from a tree, his fate unknown.

Without the old Taoist priest Zijin controlling it, the mountain-pushing beast immediately regained its intelligence, smashed through rows of towering ancient trees, and tried to escape.

Han Li was not about to let it succeed. Dozens of green silk threads flew out, and countless vines grew wildly, firmly binding the Mountain-Pushing Beast to the spot.

Immediately afterward, he formed a sword incantation with one hand, and the giant sword formed from the sword energy slashed down head-on. Countless purple flames enveloped his entire body, frantically destroying the protective aura surrounding him.

A quarter of an hour later, the protective aura on the Mountain-Pushing Beast dimmed considerably under the suppression of the Crimson Lotus Flame and the giant sword formed by the Sword Qi Technique.

Its outer shell was covered with many pits and scars, clearly indicating that its spiritual energy had been exhausted and it could no longer maintain its protective powers.

Han Li smiled. The Mountain-Pushing Beast seemed to realize that something was wrong and tried to escape underground several times, but Han Li trapped it tightly with the binding array attached to the Yi Wood Needle. In the end, it was worn down to death by Han Li.

When the Mountain-Pushing Beast exhausted its last bit of magic power, Han Li also had very little magic power left, making it impossible for him to maintain the Red Lotus Karmic Flame and the Sword Qi Technique.

He drew the mysterious rusty sword from behind him, cast a Stone Skin spell on himself, took a few steps forward, and with one sword stroke, cut off the head of the Mountain-Pushing Beast. He took out an earth-attribute demon core the size of an egg from it, examined it carefully, and then put it into his storage bag.

Just then, a hearty laugh came from afar: "I didn't expect that not only has your cultivation improved rapidly, but your supernatural power is also quite strong, actually able to kill a demon beast comparable to the early stage of Foundation Establishment."

Not far away, several figures flew out, and the one in the lead was none other than Fellow Daoist Wen.

The others were also powerful cultivators with considerable magical abilities, clearly also Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Judging from their appearance and clothing, they are most likely cultivators from the Ni family and Baidi Tower.

Upon seeing this, Han Li slowly raised his head, first taking half a step back, and then revealing a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Wen, you flatter me. My supernatural abilities are nothing compared to yours."

Han Li waved his hand, and three magical artifacts floated around him. He gripped his waist tightly with one hand, looking extremely vigilant.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Hao, there's no need to be so nervous. Now that the great enemy has been eliminated, please come back to Wuling City with us!"

"Fellow Daoist has rendered such a great service to us this time, and our White Emperor Tower will certainly not be stingy with our rewards."

Behind him, a middle-aged cultivator dressed in a blue Taoist robe laughed.

"We were able to kill this Purple Gold Daoist entirely thanks to your extraordinary abilities, fellow Daoist. We were of no help whatsoever. This is the Purple Gold Daoist's storage bag; please accept it."

As she spoke, another female cultivator in palace attire flipped her jade hand, and the Purple Gold Daoist's storage bag flew out and hovered in front of Han Li.

"Fellow Daoist, you jest. If it weren't for your intervention, this person would have escaped long ago. Besides, I am not a greedy person; the inner core of this Mountain-Pushing Beast is enough for me."

Han Li clasped his hands in a fist salute and returned the purple-gold storage bag.

"If you fellow Daoists have nothing else to attend to, then I will take my leave now!"

Han Li watched the group warily, his expression showing no unusual behavior. Instead, he wore a friendly smile, and the Taiqing Dongxuan True Light covered his entire body, transforming into a beam of azure light that shot into the sky.