Chapter 138 The Qiankun Bag is Full of Magical Treasures
The old ancestor was determined to die.
Duan Jiuyou was taken to a cave by Han Ling, who used teleportation to give Duan Jiuyou no time to react.
Based on the situation inside the cave, Duan Jiuyou judged that this should be Han Ling's lair.
Han Ling disliked light and only lit a candlestick in the cave. The cave was simple, with only a square table, a chair, and a broken bed made of stone slabs. It was even more damp and dilapidated than the dungeon of Dixi Mountain.
There was a futon on the bed. Han Ling grabbed the Crimson Spirit Grass and sat on the futon. He said to Duan Jiuyou, "I will finish eating it in this secluded place. Even if they have tampered with it, I will have a way to recover and will not be caught off guard by them. If there is no problem with this grass, that would be even better. After recovering, I can immediately leave the seclusion and fight against the gods."
With only half an hour left until dawn, whether to avoid battle or engage in combat depends on the outcome of taking the medicine.
Duan Jiuyou didn't know what the "method of recovery" that Han Ling mentioned was, but he could feel unprecedented worry from Han Ling's confident expression. He said, "Whatever, but you'd better not keep me waiting too long. I don't have that much patience to stay with you in this godforsaken place."
After speaking, he flicked his sleeve and threw out the cloud chair from his sleeve, then sat down facing the cave entrance.
There stood a stone door, sealed with a seal. The sound of flowing water could be faintly heard outside, suggesting they were near a water source. Duan Jiuyou couldn't determine their current location, only that she couldn't get out of this place and no one could get in.
There was silence behind him, so Duan Jiuyou turned around and glanced back.
Han Ling had already gone into seclusion, his hands outstretched at his knees, in a state of complete meditation. The Crimson Spirit Grass was suspended in the air, slowly entering Han Ling's heart in the form of crimson smoke.
Time passed slowly, and it must have been dawn. Gradually, voices could be heard outside the cave. It seemed that someone was drawing water from the water source, followed by children playing and familiar people exchanging greetings.
Duan Jiuyou opened his eyes in surprise, staring uneasyly in the direction of the cave entrance, finally realizing where they were!
After the war between gods and demons began, the emperors of both races settled the immortals within their borders in Yanfeng Mountain. Located in the north of the Ten Realms, it was the closest place to the gods' camp. Who would have thought that Han Ling would set up his lair in the Pofeng Ten Realms, which was only separated from the gods by a cave?!
The method of recovery that Han Ling mentioned was precisely from these immortal people.
For the ruthless immortal eater, especially when he is weak, the simplest way to recover is by consuming living immortal spirits. If there is a problem with the Crimson Spirit Grass, he will protect himself by consuming large quantities of immortal spirits, and can even use the power of consumption to reduce toxins.
Duan Jiuyou became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it. Looking at Han Ling again, he saw that Han Ling had completely absorbed the Crimson Spirit Grass, and his demonic energy was surging, seemingly indicating a great recovery. However, his face soon showed signs of decay, and then he visibly recovered.
Duan Jiuyou watched him, his condition fluctuating, and found it difficult to determine whether he would recover or suffer a relapse of the poison.
Duan Jiuyou made a hand seal and tried to summon Feifei again.
She and Feifei had formed a master-servant pact, so as long as Feifei could sense her presence, he could find his way here.
She had tried this method once after Han Ling entered meditation, but unfortunately, her divine energy was like smoke and could not take shape under the barrier set up by Han Ling. It dissipated before she even reached the cave entrance.
at the same time.
The members of the Divine Race had already descended into the clouds within the Earthly Breath Mountain. There was no sign of them engaging in battle within the mountain; only a group of Ao Sect disciples remained in place, waiting for orders.
Feifei paced anxiously around Dijiang. They had tried searching for Duan Jiuyou's presence countless times using the method of sensing aura, but they still couldn't find it. It seemed that she and Hanling had vanished into thin air.
Bai Yanxing said, "Is it possible that it's at the bottom of the cliff? Han Ling likes to do the opposite of what others do; perhaps the most dangerous place is the safest for him."
Di Jiang didn't think Han Ling would go to the Cliff Sea, where the magic array energy was vast and still posed a danger to Han Ling. However, Bai Yanxing's words reminded him: Go against the grain.
He might not choose a place with extremely strong yin energy, and this place is very close to them, perhaps...
Emperor Jiang suddenly looked towards the Ten Realms!
...
Han Ling, who was inside the stone cave, had already smashed through the stone door and rushed out.
His demonic energy had recovered, but this recovery didn't seem to help him; rather, it seemed to be crippling him. The demonic energy within his body was so abundant it felt like it was about to explode. He suspected that he had swallowed a fire that would burn him to ashes.
He went berserk and charged straight towards Xianmin Village!
The villagers scattered and fled. Han Ling unleashed both palms, the demonic light in his palms piercing through them like sharp blades. These people were the best medicine for him; only by consuming them could he alleviate the burning sensation within his body.
The immortals cried out in agony as the immortal spirits within them were uncontrollably drawn out of their bodies.
A figure rushed over, wielding the Crimson Moon Blade to cut into the demonic light. Using the power of the divine weapon, the figure pressed down and slashed, severing the demonic light in Han Ling's hand!
"What are you doing?!" Han Ling looked at Duan Jiuyou with a furious expression.
"Didn't you see everything?" Duan Jiuyou stood upright in front of the immortals.
Han Ling's expression darkened, and only now did she realize Duan Jiuyou's stance from her calm eyes.
"You didn't fall into demonic possession? You used up a life?!"
Only by sacrificing one of his lives could Duan Jiuyou maintain his sanity. Only in this way could he be "by a twist of fate" forced to consume so much demonic energy, until he had no choice but to use the Crimson Spirit Grass.
Han Ling wasn't stupid; he just hadn't expected Duan Jiuyou to be willing to go to such lengths.
Demonic spirits will devour your mind; sacrificing your life is no less than letting them gnaw at you to death.
"How utterly foolish!" Han Ling gritted his teeth in hatred. "If I were you, I should have held out until the gods arrived before attacking me. Eighty million years ago, the gods barely managed to seal me away with the lives of seventy-two gods. Today, you think you can take my life all by yourself? You've served as a high official for nine dynasties and participated in countless battles, yet what good reputation have you gained from the gods? Disrespecting divine decrees and the ways of heaven, a traitor to the Heavenly Realm dares to claim to be a savior?"
Duan Jiuyou sighed, "I was young and naive before, and I was indeed a bit arrogant. Now I want to be a good immortal."
Han Ling conjured a demonic halberd in his hand: "Those people from the God Clan aren't that fast. I want to see how many immortals you can protect with your two remaining lives!"
She was no longer immortal; even if she exerted all her strength, she was merely a martial artist with brute force. He, on the other hand, only had a primordial spirit and no physical body. Let alone killing him, even preserving her own life was uncertain.
Duan Jiuyou raised his Crimson Moon Blade: "Nothing is absolute in this world, bring it on!"
Han Ling thrust out his halberd, and Duan Jiuyou's blade grazed the halberd as it spun sharply downwards, slicing through Han Ling's wrist and striking his arm!
Han Ling narrowly dodged, retreating and blocking as she went, not wanting to linger in the fight. Seizing an opportunity, she leaped forward and attacked the immortals behind her.
The Crimson Spirit Grass is poisonous, and the seemingly abundant demonic energy is just an illusion. He has already felt its backlash and must use these immortals to detoxify himself before the arrival of the divine army.
The immortals were powerless to resist. Han Ling swung his halberd, unleashing a crimson light that could have ended their lives with a single strike. However, a golden shield took root in the ground, creating a giant barrier that blocked Han Ling's fatal blow!
Duan Jiuyou stood in front of the barrier, holding a knife in one hand and keeping the other hand in the treasure pouch at his waist.
He moved his hand inside the bag, as if in defiance of Han Ling.
There are many more treasures here. She may only have two lives, but she possesses no fewer than a hundred different shields. If one doesn't stop the enemy, she'll use two; if two don't, she'll use three. Who says martial artists can't use magic to defeat their enemies? That's because they don't have enough magical treasures!
Enraged, Han Ling thrust out his halberd once more, channeling demonic energy into the blade, and shattered the golden shield with all his might!
Duan Jiuyou lowered the Four Directions Moon Guardian Shield again, which Han Ling broke through once more. Duan Jiuyou then lowered the shield again. The man was suspended in mid-air, and as soon as one shield was broken, a new one was thrown down to rebuild the formation.
Han Ling lost patience and feigned an attack on the shield, suddenly leaping into the air and heading straight for Duan Jiuyou. The two clashed in the air. Han Ling used his demonic spirit to strike Duan Jiuyou's heart. Duan Jiuyou countered with his Crimson Moon Blade. Divine light and demonic light clashed, causing the blade to tremble violently.
Duan Jiuyou was repeatedly forced back by the fierce attack. At the critical moment, Ao Zong rushed over and blocked Duan Jiuyou's body. The disciples of Ao Zong and Duan Jiuyou were of the same mind and unleashed their accumulated power to repel the demonic light!
Both landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The disciples of the Ao Sect stood behind Duan Jiuyou.
Ao Zong was never a person, but a group of people. Duan Jiuyou was not the only god who protected the Three Realms. The gods descended on clouds behind Han Ling, and Emperor Jiang Bai Yanxing stood in front of the gods. Han Ling looked around and sneered.
"Now that things have come to this, there's nothing left to worry about."
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