Chapter 1105

"I don't know what will happen in a while. It's better to take a risk and give it a try …"

Han Li pondered for a while and decided not to wait any longer. He would immediately seize the white fire bead.

He raised his hand and a small silver flame figure appeared in his palm. It was the Refined Flame Firebird.

This little thing was connected to Han Li's mind. Without words, it understood Han Li's plan. With a flash of silver light, it turned into a silver flame and wrapped Han Li's whole body.

Han Li felt the layer of flame on his body and raised his right arm to take a look.

At this moment, his right arm was also covered with a layer of flame. However, it was different from the other silver flames. It was a seven-colored flame. It was the flame power of all the Seven-colored Fire Cinnabar that was concentrated in this place.

After making his preparations, Han Li's body swayed and he rushed into the sacrificial altar with silver flames surging all over his body.

As soon as he entered the altar, the red flame, which seemed to have weakened by 30%, suddenly soared at this moment. It was even stronger than before.

Han Li was struck by an unbearable scorching sensation from all over his body. Not just his flesh, blood, and skin, but even his tendons, bones, and meridians felt as if they were being roasted over a bonfire.

At the same time, a vast expanse of flames seemed to have been set alight within his sea of consciousness, tormenting even his soul. In his daze, Han Li felt as if he could even smell wisps of charred flesh wafting through his nostrils.

He hurriedly focused his mind and ran the Spirit Cultivation Technique and the Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Technique with all his strength. He raised his Divine Sense and body to the best state. Only then did he feel that the unbearable feeling just now had subsided a little.

At this time, the Refined Flame Firebird on his body also began to run its magic power with all its strength. It was rare for it to resist the urge to swallow these flames. Instead, it used its own flame power to repel these flames that were fatal to Han Li.

Even so, Han Li's situation was not easy at the moment.

The white fireball and the ball of golden flames were at the center of the altar, where the flames were the hottest. Han Li was already burning when he was at the edge of the flames, let alone deep inside.

His brows were tightly furrowed and his teeth were clenched tightly. His face was filled with a pained expression. Sweat was constantly evaporating from his body, emitting wisps of white steam and hissing sounds.

He moved forward step by step, his raised arm straightened, his fingers forming a claw and grabbing the white fire bead in the center.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew at the entrance of the palace, and a figure flashed in.

Han Li split his attention to investigate, and he couldn't help but frown. The person who came was none other than Xiong Shan.

"Xiong Shan …" Han Li was unable to speak at the moment, so he could only shout through voice transmission.

"Friend Han, please don't mind me. I'm just here to watch. I won't do anything stupid." Hearing this, Xiong Shan hurriedly waved his hand and explained in a loud voice.

"It's okay to just watch. Like I said before, don't do anything unnecessary." Han Li had no time to be distracted at the moment. After warning him, he didn't say anything more.

As long as Xiong Shan dared to do anything abnormal, he was confident that he could kill him in two or three breaths.

Xiong Shan didn't speak, but just stood at the entrance of the palace and didn't take another step forward.

The temperature of the red flames in the altar was extremely high. Although Han Li's right arm was protected by the seven-colored flame, the burning power still made him frown, and the blue veins on his forehead bulged.

When his palm gradually approached the white fireball, a white shadow suddenly flashed in the center of the fireball. It looked like a rune, but also like a wisp of flame spirit.

After it flashed, the white fireball suddenly spewed out white flames, condensing into a layer of white light curtain around it, blocking Han Li's palm outside.

Han Li's palm pressed on the light curtain, and was immediately shrouded by a strange force. The two flames seemed to collide with each other, falling into an awkward situation where he couldn't move forward or retreat.

Just when he planned to use the true spirit bloodline to forcibly break this layer of white flame light curtain, a strange change occurred.

He saw that Xiong Shan, who was standing at the entrance of the palace, suddenly raised his hand and waved forward.

"Whoosh", a sound of breaking air!

A silver token shot out from his hand and instantly flew out of the altar. The rune engraved on the surface of the token shone brightly, and countless silver threads gushed out from it. There were bursts of incomparably powerful space fluctuations coming out of it.

Although Han Li was aware of the changes behind him, it wasn't easy for him to withdraw at this moment. He had to forcibly separate the essence firebird from his body, and use his physical body to resist the flames of the altar. Only then did he break free from the layer of white light curtain.

The blazing flames swept over from all directions, and Han Li felt as if his internal organs were about to be scorched. He could only rely on his tyrannical body to resist this onslaught. Suddenly, he turned around, and flew out of the altar.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw that there was a fiery figure in the silver light. It seemed as if the figure had torn the void, and he didn't know where it came from. He raised his palm, and pierced it towards his heart like a knife.

The person who had arrived was none other than Qi Mo Zi.

Han Li's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly reversed the Real Spirit Wheel in his body. His figure blurred, and he wanted to move away from this place. However, there was already a burning torch in front of him, and his whole body was frozen in place.

Qi Mo Zi didn't have the slightest hesitation. His figure flashed, and his palm directly pierced through Han Li's heart.

Seeing this, he didn't give up. He suddenly twisted his arm, and directly crushed Han Li's entire chest into pieces. Only then did he pull out his palm, and grabbed Han Li's neck.

"Little bastard, this time you can't escape, right?" Qi Mo Zi laughed and shouted loudly.

He hadn't been able to take advantage of Han Li in the previous few exchanges, so his hatred for him was very strong. Now that he had finally captured Han Li, his heart was filled with joy.

There was a big hole in Han Li's chest, and his whole body seemed to have been sucked dry. His whole body was limp as he was held in Qi Mo Zi's hand, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed.

Seeing this, a trace of doubt flashed in Qi Mo Zi's eyes. Just as he was about to slap Han Li's head to capture his Nascent Soul, his expression suddenly changed.

He saw that Han Li, who was in his hand, suddenly appeared with a layer of white light. His clothes instantly decayed and turned into ashes, and his body quickly turned into a white puppet.

The puppet was made of white beast bones, and there were many kinds of mysterious talismans on its body. It was the substitute puppet that Han Li had obtained from Dongfang Bai.

"Substitute puppet …" Qi Mo Zi also immediately recognized this thing.

As soon as his voice fell, the figure of Han Li suddenly appeared in the Void behind him. Around his body, the Mantra Treasure Wheel and the other five manifestations of the Law of Time all appeared, and they resisted Qi Mo Zi's golden torch.

A light flashed from between his eyebrows, and a small crystal sword suddenly shot out, and disappeared in a blur.

Without waiting for Qi Mo Zi to do anything, the sword of Divine Sense had already pierced his eyebrows, and in a flash, it submerged into his Sea of Knowledge, and began to stir.

Qi Mo Zi's Divine Sense was disturbed, and he suddenly became confused.

Han Li caught up with him, and the Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Art inside his body flew at high speed. He raised his fist, and smashed it on Qi Mo Zi's chest, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, and fall into the altar.

All of this took a long time to describe, but in fact, it happened in a flash.

By the time Xiong Shan wanted to help, Qi Mo Zi had already fallen into the altar, and was instantly wrapped in the flames of the altar, and rushed into the sky.

Han Li also didn't have time to chase after him. Seeing that the flames of the altar were disturbed by Qi Mo Zi, he once again flashed into the altar.

The Essence Flame Firebird, which was originally competing with the flames of the altar, immediately rushed over, and covered him with a layer of flame.

Han Li's Heavenly Fiend Prison Suppression Art was fully activated, and at the same time, his True Spirit Bloodline was also stimulated. His figure suddenly soared, and he turned into a three-headed and six-armed Fiendgod.

The manifested True Dragon's right claw was shrouded in a layer of seven-colored flame, and when it clawed out, the tip of the claw directly pierced the layer of light that shrouded the white flame bead, and grabbed it, and pulled it back.

"Boom!" A loud sound was heard!

The white flame bead left the altar, and the entire altar formation suddenly couldn't be maintained, and the spewing flames also rapidly shrank.

"Ha …"

An angry roar came from the sky, and Qi Mo Zi's face was full of anger. He fell straight from above, and flew towards Han Li.

The moment Han Li withdrew from the altar, his whole body was shrouded by a circle of silver lightning, and condensed into a silver lightning formation. With a "thunder" sound, he instantly disappeared without a trace.

Qi Mo Zi's figure fell, and heavily smashed into the ground, causing the entire altar to shake violently, and a shocking spider web of cracks appeared on its surface.

He slowly stood up from the ground, and his broad palms hung by his side, tightly clenched into fists, and made a creaking sound.

Xiong Shan hesitated on the side for a long time, and then dared to step forward. He cupped his fists, and cautiously said:

"This subordinate is incompetent, and failed to distinguish whether that guy is real or fake. Please punish me, my lord."

Qi Mo Zi heard this, and his expression changed again. After a long silence, he faintly sighed.

"It's not your fault.

This kind of substitute puppet is produced in the inner gate of the Hundred Creation Mountain. It's mysterious and precise, and even I can't distinguish it.

If you want to blame someone, blame Han Li for being too cunning. I guess he has been guarding against this trick since you started to follow him, "Qi Mo Zi said after a sigh.

"It's also my carelessness. I've already died in his hands once, but I still haven't improved." Xiong Shan sighed.

"I don't know if it's an illusion, but compared to the last time we fought, he seems to be much stronger?

Such an opponent is really a bit scary … "Qi Mo Zi raised his eyebrows, and slowly said.

It was just that when he spoke, his eyes were a little erratic. It was unknown whether he was talking to Xiong Shan or himself.

After that, his expression became serious, and he rubbed his sore eyebrows. He actually felt a little tired.

Then, he shifted his gaze and looked at the remaining golden flame on the altar. His expression relaxed a little as he said, "That's not a problem.

"Forget it, time is tight. Let's put those things out first …"