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Chapter 2102 Battle of the Demon Realm Yellow Turban Puppet

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    I saw the sound of Sanskrit sounds rising loudly, and countless silver inscriptions pouring out from the net. In an instant, they turned into phantoms of big stars and fell straight down.

    A loud rumbling sound came!

    Everything within a dozen miles was completely submerged in the dazzling silver light.

    The vitality of heaven and earth in the void suddenly became extremely violent, and gray hurricanes were born out of thin air that shot straight into the sky, sucking everything nearby into them and smashing them to pieces.

    Earth-shaking explosions were heard from time to time in the giant silver net, but the real situation was completely obscured by the dazzling spiritual light, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

    The young man in golden robe controls the entire giant net with one hand, and with the other hand, he puts his back behind him and floats it in the sky. He seems not worried about the escape of the three Holy Spirits at all, and looks extremely leisurely.

    After a cup of tea, the loud noises in the silver net gradually became less and less silent.

    The young man's eyes moved, and after sweeping his mind downwards, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face. He grabbed the silver net and pulled it back with his five fingers.

    "Pfft!"

    The huge silver net shattered inch by inch in an instant.

    Hurricanes, silver light and other things disappeared without a trace in a flash, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

    But the originally towering huge mountain below was much smaller than before.

    And among the ruins at the top of the broken mountain peak, there are three things that emit a faint light, quietly suspended in the low altitude.

    An ancient silver mirror about ten feet tall, a half-section of green bamboo more than ten feet high, and a green ball of light.

    When the young man in gold robe saw these three things, a hint of joy flashed on his face, and he swung his sleeves downward.

    A piece of silver cloud flew out, rolled up the three things into the air, and with a few flashes, they fell into the hands of the young man.

    "It's indeed good. As long as you wipe out your spiritual wisdom and take it back for a good sacrifice, these three treasures can barely come in handy." The young man in gold robe carefully identified the things in his hands, and his face showed a smile.  He murmured a few words with a hint of satisfaction.

    "But these few things alone are not enough. If I get a few more, I can barely use my magical powers. But I heard that Mr. Han of the Spiritual Clan seems to have a Mahayana leader. So.  In my current situation, it would take a lot of effort." After the young man put the things away, he muttered to himself twice.

    After his face changed uncertainly for a while, he suddenly made a decision with a cold snort, and then a golden light flashed from his body, which turned into a dazzling golden light and disappeared through the sky.

    The area around the broken mountain suddenly became deserted. No moving figures appeared, and everything seemed extremely quiet.

    But just about half an hour after the young man left, there was a sudden buzz in the mountain peak, and a ball of red light flew out from a pile of rubble.

    This ball of light was no bigger than a fist. After a flash, it stopped in mid-air. There was a crystal-clear purple eyeball-like thing inside.

    After moving his eyes in the air a few times, he suddenly stared at the direction in which the young man in gold robe was escaping and stopped moving.

    This object is obviously a magical weapon controlled by someone, and it has been hidden from the eyes and ears of the young man in gold robe, which shows that it is extraordinary.

    The purple eyes suddenly turned, and then the whole body flashed darkly and brightly, but no sound was made.

    It makes all of this seem weird.

    Almost at the same time, in a golden palace in the sea of ??clouds not knowing how far away from here, an old man with white hair and a childlike face was sitting on a dark wooden chair, staring at a white crystal ball suspended in front of him, his face gloomy.  abnormal.

    On the surface of the crystal ball, life-like pictures are slowly changing. What is shown is the scene where the young man in golden robe defeated the three holy spirits just now, and there are also some faint voices.

    When the old man heard the young man say the word "spiritual slave", his expression suddenly changed several times, but his eyes flashed and he immediately returned to his original state.

    But as the screen of the crystal ball changed, showing the giant silver net released by the young man in golden robe, the old man suddenly stood up from his chair and let out a low roar:

    "The Spirit-Photography Sky Net! It turns out to be this thing. It's impossible, even if someone really comes to the immortal world, he can't bring this kind of thing down."

    This old man is obviously not an ordinary person, but when he said the words "Shen Ling Tian Wang", his face could not help but twist with hatred.

    "No, this is just a replica.After putting away the Yellow Turban puppet, he tutted at Han Li and said:

    "When Brother Han and I met that day, Taoist friend had just advanced to the realm of integration. Now, just a few hundred years later, he has advanced to the later stage. Such a speed of advancement is a bit too evil. It seems that if  If the evil calamity broke out at the wrong time, I'm afraid the messenger from the Holy Island would have found Brother Han long ago and invited you to join.'

    "Well, Han has also heard about it. I heard that the Holy Island not only transplanted the purest spiritual veins of the human and demon tribes, but also stored and cultivated countless rare materials and elixirs. If you can join them,  , it will indeed benefit a lot." Han Li didn't know what the woman meant when he heard this, but he replied calmly.

    "Brother Han, do you know that the Holy Island itself is half of Xuantian's treasure, and it is also the last inheritance place used by our two clans to continue the bloodline." The girl in feathers condensed her expression and said slowly.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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