When he opened his eyes and looked inside his body, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Since the Qingyuan Sword Technique has been cultivated to the tenth layer, it is obvious that the spiritual power recovery has increased a lot compared to before, which can be regarded as a surprise.

Thinking like this in his heart, Han Li pondered for a moment before reaching out and pulling out a jet-black and shiny wooden box from his bosom, with several glittering cyan forbidden talismans pasted on the lid of the box.

With one hand on the lid of the box, a few talismans fell off and fell, turning into a few streaks of blue light and flying into the cuffs.

Han Li tapped another finger on the box, and the lid opened on its own, revealing what was inside.

A large slap talisman full of runes stayed quietly in the box, and there was a faint blood-colored small Jiao swimming back and forth on the surface of the talisman.

Han Li stretched out his hand and made a gentle move towards the talisman, and immediately this talisman flew out, hovering and falling lightly onto his hand.

It took him several days and three failures in a row before he finally succeeded in refining the talisman. Although I don't know how powerful it is, I can be sure that this "séance talisman" is much lower than the power described in the refining method.

After all, the failure of refining talismans three times can make that eighth-level Jiao soul lose most of its soul power, and the real effectiveness can only be tested in actual combat.

Han Li stroked the various runes on the surface of the rune with his fingers, and fell into deep thought, his expression changing uncertainly.

While Han Lipan was sitting in the room and meditating. Dozens of miles away from the Tiannan camp, in a certain stone room twenty or thirty zhang underground, there were also several mysterious figures around a stone table, discussing something.

Five men and two women, one of whom was dressed in black robes, could not see their faces.

However, two of the other people were people Han Li knew. One is the woman surnamed Le who urged the ancient lamp in the battle of Huanglongshan that day, and made him suffer a lot of losses. The other was to hunt him down for days and nights. The middle-aged Confucian who greatly injured his vitality, the middle god master.

The other three men were a black and thin old man, a short man who was less than four feet tall, and a dignified man in brocade clothes.

"Master Le, how is the spirit oil prepared? To know how long the holy lamp is lit can be related to the length of time the holy bird has appeared in this realm. There is no room for error. The thin old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were clear and crystalline, and he sat in the corner of the stone table and asked the woman surnamed Le lightly.

"Blessing the Divine Master. Although rest assured. This battle is a matter of life and death for my clan, and I have brought out all the lamp oil that my clan has stored for more than a thousand years. It's enough to sustain the holy bird to finish this battle. "A woman surnamed Le in a green shirt. Hua Rong said solemnly.

"Brother Zhong, the spiritual array you organized should be no problem. Compared to the Tiannan monks, our magic weapons are inferior to the other party in terms of quantity and quality. The only way to suppress the opponent's attack was by relying on the Great Array of Spiritual Arts. The old man turned his face and asked the middle-aged Confucian again.

"There's no problem, my hundreds of years of spiritual magic circles are not studied in vain. I have passed on several new and improved formations to them. If the Tiannan Monk still measured this battle with the power of the original spiritual magic array. They will be amazed. Confucius said calmly.

"That's it, Brother Bi, at the beginning of the melee, you have all the high-level mages summon the Void Spirit Beast to attack first, so as to attract the opponent to attack and consume the monk's mana as much as possible. Sect Master, this still needs the cooperation of your giant beasts. The thin old man said two words to the dwarf. He said politely to the black-robed man.

"Before the war begins, I will give you those giants. However, what the nobles promised us will not be reversed. After the black-robed man agreed, he said something more meaningfully.

"Repentance?" Brother Fang laughed. After the battle with the monk just now, will our Mulan clan do stupid things that sin against your sect? Anyway, your Yin Luo Sect is also one of the ten major demon sects of the Great Jin Dynasty. Once our Mulan clan captures Tiannan, we will only try our best to cultivate and recuperate, and it is not a big deal to hand over a few mortal countries to your sect to manage. Anyway, these mortals are all Yan people, and we won't care about their life and death. The thin old man's eyes flickered a few times. Said coldly.

"That's good. This time. If it weren't for the fact that the treasure of our Yin Luo Sect Zhen Sect, Ghost Luo Man, was destroyed by those guys in the righteous path a few strokes, and a large number of souls were urgently needed to repair it. This sect will never get involved in the battle between your monks and the monks of Tiannan. Collect a large number of living souls in Dajin. I will definitely be entangled by those righteous guys. Although we are not afraid of them, the restoration of the treasure cannot be delayed. The black-robed man nodded and said in an emotionless voice.

"In addition, the souls of all the immortal cultivators who died in this battle also belong to the original sect. I don't have an opinion on this. The black-robed woman also spoke. But the voice was thick and hoarse, and it was so disproportionate to his slender stature that anyone who heard it for the first time would surely be startled.

"Monks, of course, we don't bother. But can't you recognize the souls of the priests and let them go? Some time ago, you were unscrupulously collecting the souls of the dead and dead. It's already made the three of us old guys very passive. We can compensate for it in other ways. Hearing this, the thin old man's expression changed slightly, and he said.

"Not really. There is no difference between the monk and the mage earth ghost, and it cannot be subdivided at all. Besides, there is a way to identify, tomorrow's battle, there must be thousands of dead mage monks, how do you ask us to identify them one by one. Are the three divine masters planning to break their promise in this matter?" The black-robed man's eyes narrowed, his pupils instantly turned turquoise, and an eerie chill suddenly appeared around him.

Seeing this, the short man surnamed Zhong and the dwarf surnamed Bi were secretly annoyed in their hearts, although they did not make any moves, but one of them had a silver glow on his body, and a red light flashed on his face, and at the same time stared at the black-robed man silently.

The brocade-clothed man and the woman surnamed Le also stared coldly at the black-robed man, with a look of displeasure on their faces.

You must know that the matter of collecting the souls of the mages who died in battle has long made these people very dissatisfied. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't do without these Jin Kingdom demon cultivators, I'm afraid he would have turned his face a long time ago.

"Ahem, stop, what are you doing? Sect Master Fang is a guest personally invited by Zhu Mou, don't you even give it below?" The old man coughed lightly, and his face sank.

The black-robed woman on the other side also said something to the black-robed man with slightly moving lips.

When the black-robed man heard this, the green light in his eyes gradually receded, and the strange flicker of cold air around him disappeared.

Seeing this, Confucius and the others exhaled lightly, and then dispersed the spiritual power in their bodies.

They all know very well that although they don't like each other very well, now is to take what they need, and it is not an opportunity for infighting.

"So be it. You can detain the souls. But it had to be done secretly after the war, and it must not be seen by others. Otherwise, we really can't suppress the people below. The thin old man hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and saying.

"Okay. This condition can be agreed to by the sect. The black-robed man's eyes flickered a few times, and then he also took a step back and nodded in agreement.

Although Confucian Sheng and the others were still a little dissatisfied, they could only do so.

"Is the method that your sect has prepared for gambling really feasible? Don't be self-defeating. You must know that Tiannan also has demon cultivators, don't be seen through by the other party at a glance. The brocade-robed man, who had not spoken, suddenly said lightly.

"Demon cultivators, they can be regarded as just a few superficial cultivation techniques. Either they are clever enough to decide the magic tricks and change their faces beyond recognition. How do you know how powerful the real ancient magic skills are? The black-robed man sneered and said disdainfully.

"But an elder of the Returning Sect seems to have been instantly killed by a Tiannan monk of the same rank. I don't think it's better to underestimate the sect master. The short man surnamed Bi twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a slight sarcasm.

The black-robed man's eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly, but he didn't refute anything.

But the black-robed woman took the opportunity to speak.

"The concubine actually wanted to talk about it. That monk who can release the golden arc is of some use to our Yin Luo Sect, and we hope that the three divine masters will hand it over to us to deal with. I don't know what a few divine teachers think. ”

"I'll leave it to you!" the thin old man groaned.

"Why, this little condition. Don't the three of them refuse to agree?" The black-robed woman seemed to be a little dissatisfied, but her voice became more and more rough and unpleasant. "If it's just a mere early Yuan Infant cultivator, there is naturally no problem in handing it over to two Daoists. But if the magic weapon of the Golden Thunder Bamboo is involved in it, it will be different. The old man stared at the black-robed woman, squeezed out a strange smile from the wrinkles on his face, and said unhurriedly.

"Zhu Daoyou has already guessed it. The black-robed woman's heart sank slightly, and she was a little surprised.

"Although our Mulan Grassland is a little poor, we still know a little bit about the three major divine trees in the Immortal Cultivation Realm. Although there are not many people who know about the evil god Lei, he can't hide it from me and a few others. The old man said slowly.

"Since you know the evil god thunder, you know that our Demon Sect must not let this thing fall into the hands of others. If you have any conditions, just say it. The black-robed man saw the other party's intentions and asked directly and coldly.

"It's very simple, I would like to say that in addition to bringing more than a dozen giant beasts this time, Guizong also brought a lot of bronze armor refining corpses. I hope that when the battle reaches a critical point tomorrow, Brother Fang can release this group of corpse soldiers to help our clan. After all, no matter how well prepared we are, we don't know how the monks will deal with the enemy. Naturally, you need to be more careful. The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks trembled slightly, and he said with a smile.

"Oh! I didn't expect that Zhu Daoyou knew a lot about the secret art of this sect. Although the bronze armor corpse soldier is easier to refine, if it loses too much at one time, it will also be detrimental to the future development of the sect. If this is the case, then the Tiannan monk who drove the evil god thunder must be captured alive by you to this sect. After thinking about it, the black-robed man did not refuse, but said his conditions.