Chapter 881

"Dao Ba's death was too much of a coincidence … However, from this, it can be seen that he was the one who placed the Heart Eroding Bug into my room that day. It's just that he was probably just a lackey, and was instructed by someone behind the scenes," Han Li said in a low voice.

"No matter who instructed him, to be able to get the Heart Eroding Bug, this person's ability is absolutely not to be underestimated.

It seems that Fellow Li, you've gotten yourself into some big trouble … "Dulong said with a frown.

"What, Fellow Dulong is afraid of being implicated by my trouble? Then the deal we agreed upon earlier can be canceled," Han Li said with a smile.

How could he not have thought of what Dulong said?

It was just that in this Qingyang City, the only people who had a grudge against him were Chen Yang and Dao Ba. But if Chen Yang wanted to kill Han Li, there was no need to send him into the Mysterious Arena. Now that Dao Ba was dead and had no evidence, there was no way to continue investigating this matter.

"Haha!

What are you talking about, Fellow Li?

Of course, I'm afraid of trouble, but I can't cancel the deal with you.

Let's go, I can cash in a portion of the beast cores I promised you, lest you go back on your word, "Dulong stopped in front of his door and said with a laugh.

"That's good too, I can also teach you the method of enlightening the apertures of my cultivation method, and then help you solve the hidden danger with the power of my divine sense.

It's just that I can't determine how many times of treatment you'll need after that, but as long as you fulfill all your promises, I'll definitely solve your worries, "Han Li nodded and said so.

"It's a deal, please!" Dulong nodded and opened his door.

About an hour later, Han Li returned to his room and took out the ten Tarot beast cores that Dulong gave him from his sleeve. He picked one up and put it into his mouth. After swallowing it, he began to close his eyes and cultivate the Art of White Feather Soaring.

…

Time flew by, and more than six years had passed.

Han Li participated in many Xuan battles one after another, and his strength was gradually increasing as he fought on the edge of life and death time after time.

Most of the Xuan Points won in the competition were exchanged by Han Li for beast cores. In addition to the ones that Du Long handed to him intermittently, the amount was not small and they were all consumed one by one in his cultivation.

However, as he continued to cultivate, Han Li also found that the speed of opening his Xuan Aperture gradually slowed down.

In his heart, he was clear that this was because the further he cultivated, the more star power was needed to open the profound aperture, and the star power contained in a tarot beast core was limited. Only by taking more beast cores, would there be enough power to support the opening of a profound aperture.

But even so, Han Li had already opened up 49 Mysterious Apertures. Compared to anyone else, this was a sensational and strange matter.

He was deeply worried about this matter.

After all, the growth rate of his Xuan Aperture was too incredible. Once he was targeted by someone who wanted to force him to ask about the method of cultivation speed, it would definitely be an unavoidable disaster.

Coincidentally, one day two years ago, after participating in a Xuan battle, when he returned to his room exhausted, he found that the Heavenly Star Shell that was placed in the room had been destroyed.

However, when he entered the room to take a look, he found that the furnishings in the room were almost unchanged. Not only was nothing missing, but in a corner of the room, he found a leg bone of an unknown scale beast.

On the leg bone, there were many thumb-sized words carved with a sharp weapon. There were only a few thousand words, but it made Han Li pleasantly surprised after reading it.

Because those words were not recording anything else, but a secret technique that taught him how to use the star power to seal the Mysterious Aperture.

This secret technique did not have a name engraved on it, and the engravings on it were very new. It was just that the handwriting was a little messy, and it seemed that the person who engraved it was quite anxious when engraving it.

At the end of the words on the leg bone, there were four other words: Destroy after reading it.

After reading it, Han Li did not hesitate to crush the leg bone into powder.

Although the words on the bone did not record the person who had given it to him, Han Li did not think about it at all. The only person who could have given it to him at such a crucial time could only be Daoist Xie.

As for how Daoist Xie had found out that he needed it, and how Daoist Xie had delivered it to him, he did not have an answer for the time being. He could only seek confirmation when he met Daoist Xie in the future.

Afterwards, Han Li attempted to cultivate a secret technique and quickly grasped the crux of it. From then on, he sealed off several of his profound acupoints one by one, and the number of acupoints that he could reveal was maintained at forty-three.

Even now, two years later, everyone still thought that he only had 43 Xuan Apertures.

...

At this moment, a battle between a human and a Xuan Rank Beast was taking place in a battle in the ninth region. The spectators were extremely excited, and their cheers were deafening.

"Phantoms, phantoms, phantoms …"

Orderly waves of shouts, each wave stronger than the last, reverberated endlessly in the Dark Battle Arena.

At the center of the arena, a massive Black-Scaled Elephant was covered in bloodstains as it charged toward a Young Man who was wielding a white bone spear.

The man was quite tall and had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were extremely deep. Who else could it be but Han Li?

The bone spear in Han Li's hand had a very special shape. The spearhead was almost the same length as the body of the spear, and the surface of the spear was shimmering with light, as if there were stars enshrouding the spear.

The Black-Scaled Elephant appeared to be quite ferocious, but its gait was actually a little erratic. As it charged toward Han Li, it stabbed its white bone tusks toward Han Li like a pair of spears.

Han Li was holding the spear with one hand, and although there were also bloodstains on his body, he appeared to be quite relaxed.

Seeing that the Black-Scaled Elephant was in front of him, he bent his knees slightly, and the profound apertures on his legs suddenly lit up. His entire body suddenly jumped up high, and his speed was actually extremely fast.

His figure blurred, and suddenly appeared in front of the Black-Scaled Elephant.

The Black-Scaled Elephant seemed to be startled by Han Li's action. It did not rashly charge over, but swung its trunk at Han Li.

Its speed was so fast that it was dazzling. Most of the spectators in the stands could only see a series of afterimages in midair.

If it was just speed, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the beast's trunk was covered with greenish-black scales, and its toughness was even greater than its body. The force of the swing was even greater than Han Li's full strength punch. If it hit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, just as the elephant's trunk was about to touch Han Li, the profound apertures on the latter's legs lit up again. His body shrank in a strange posture, and then he suddenly kicked the elephant's trunk that was swung horizontally, and his body was violently sent flying.

But the moment Han Li flew out, the white bone spear in his hands had already stabbed into the side of the Black-Scaled Elephant's face.

"Chi …"

The sound of flesh tearing was heard.

The white bone spear in Han Li's hand, with the powerful force, was like an incomparably sharp sickle, slashing from the side of the Black-Scaled Elephant's face all the way to the back, directly cutting a huge hole in the Black-Scaled Elephant's abdomen.

A large amount of dark red blood splashed down like a fountain, dyeing a small half of the Mysterious Arena red.

After the Black-Scaled Elephant's huge body rushed forward two steps, it could no longer support itself, and with a "bang", it crashed to the ground.

Han Li chased after it, leaping high in the air and grabbing the long spear in his hand. The muscles on his arms bulged, and all forty-three profound apertures on his body lit up. Like throwing a javelin, he threw the long spear out.

"Swoosh."

A sharp piercing sound rang out for a short time, and then abruptly stopped.

The white bone spear directly penetrated the Black-Scaled Elephant's head, deeply piercing into the stone floor of the Mysterious Arena, and Han Li's figure also fell, heavily stepping on the back of the Black-Scaled Elephant.

"Phantom, phantom, phantom..."

...

The outcome had been decided, and life and death had been decided.

The atmosphere in the Mysterious Arena had finally exploded, and waves of wild cheers rose and fell, lasting for a long time.

In a hidden VIP room in the mountain wall above the grandstand, a fierce-looking, burly man in a black robe quietly watched the scene in the arena with his hands behind his back.

Half of his cheeks, which were covered with black scales, were expressionless, but the other half, which looked like it had been burned by fire, slightly wrinkled, and a hint of a smile flashed in his eyes.

This man was none other than the City Lord of Qingyang City, Du Qingyang.

"It seems that the cultivation method you practice is focused on increasing your speed, and you still have the strength to change your body movements. Interesting indeed.

But it seems that you are almost there. "Du Qingyang's gaze fell on Han Li, and he murmured.

After saying this, he left the VIP room and directly returned to his cave residence.

About an hour later, Hu Ben, who was wearing a white bone armor, hurried through the tunnel in the city, and arrived outside a meeting hall of the City Lord's cave residence.

Without waiting for him to announce his arrival, the heavy door of the meeting hall opened by itself, and two words floated out from inside:

"Come in."

Hu Ben did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly walked in, but saw that there were already four people sitting on both sides of the long table in the hall.

On the left, there was a bald man and a skinny old man, like Hu Ben, who were the leaders of the third and fourth hunting teams, respectively. On the right, there was a square-faced Youth, and a man with tied hair, who were the leaders of the city defense team.

And on the main seat facing the door, sat Du Qingyang.

"Greetings, City Lord." Hu Ben immediately saluted respectfully.

Du Qingyang was playing with a strange black stone statue with three heads and six arms in his hand. He just nodded casually, indicating that Hu Ben should quickly sit down.

"Today, I called you here to tell you that the Kyara Blood Formation is ready to be set up." Du Qingyang stopped what he was doing, and slightly straightened his body, and announced.

Hu Ben and the others heard this, and their expressions changed. Almost everyone's eyes flashed with a touch of surprise, and they hurriedly cupped their fists respectfully, and said, "Your subordinate obeys."

"The day is approaching, and there are still some specific details to be explained. Be careful, and don't make any mistakes..." Du Qingyang slowly opened his mouth and said.

Hearing this, everyone's face showed a solemn expression.