12dz Chapter 1171 Who can do anything to me?
Chapter 1171 Who can do anything to me?
"How can a master predict the future? What kind of skill is that?"
"Ancestral God, in front of a master, you are indeed just an ant."
King Tianpeng looked relieved, glad that he hadn't taken the painting with him; otherwise, he felt he would have been in trouble.
"Kill us?"
“I am the ancestral god, who can scheme against me?”
"Now I have reached the peak of the Ancestral God realm. What can you do to me?"
"To scheme against me is even more laughable."
"Ancestral God, are you so easily manipulated?"
"How could one know the power of an Ancestral God without having reached the Ancestral God realm?"
"If you want to kill me, you'll have to do it yourself if you're at the half-step transcendence level."
"Otherwise, who can do anything to me?"
"Are you all useless trash?"
"It's still just a piece of waste paper in your hands, Feng Baiyu. Don't tell me this is a transcendental manuscript."
"Hahaha!"
In the void, the Seven Sounds Daoist laughed unrestrainedly.
They didn't take the three of them seriously at all.
"So this woman is Tang Chuchu?"
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Qiyin! By absorbing this woman's essence, Fellow Daoist Qiyin may have reached the half-step transcendence!"
The Dragon Silkworm King was greatly surprised and quickly offered his congratulations.
His expression showed a hint of jealousy.
However, the Seven Sounds Daoist was very powerful, and the Dragon Silkworm King did not practice the Yin-Yang replenishment method.
"you guessed right!"
"This very piece of paper is what I'm using against you today!"
"What a master discards is trash in their eyes, but it's enough to deal with you!"
"Seven-Tone Taoist, disappear!"
At that moment, Feng Baiyu simply threw the paper away.
"Humph!"
"is it?"
"Who can kill me!"
"broken!"
The Seven-Tone Taoist looked disdainful and pointed a finger, attempting to tear the painting in front of him apart.
However, when the Seven Sounds Taoist's attack landed on the painting, it was as if a mud ox had entered the sea, without any unusual phenomenon.
"Ok?"
"impossible!"
"How can this be?"
The smiles on the faces of the Seven Sounds Taoist and the Dragon Silkworm King vanished, replaced by terror.
It's too fantastical that an ordinary piece of paper could actually block the Seven Sounds Taoist's attack.
"I do not believe!"
"Ancestral God's Flame!"
The Seven-Tone Taoist's expression was extremely cold.
A ball of heavenly fire was thrown out directly by the Seven Sounds Taoist.
It enveloped the painting.
However, Feng Baiyu and the other two remained extremely calm and unconcerned.
If it could be destroyed in this way, then there would be no way to deal with the Seven Sounds Taoist.
The next moment, amidst the heavenly fire,
A figure appeared out of nowhere.
He wore a plain blue robe and looked unremarkable.
But at this moment, they actually ignored the terrifying heavenly fire.
That piece of paper has now turned to ashes.
"who are you?"
At this moment, Daoist Qiyin stared intently at Han Li, his expression extremely solemn.
The Seven Sounds Daoist sensed the threat of death emanating from Han Li.
Tianpeng King and his companions also had drastic changes in expression.
I had assumed that what was erupting in the painting was a domineering sword formation.
Unexpectedly, one person walked out.
"Han Li!"
Han Li, who was in the void, looked solemn and glanced at Daoist Qiyin before speaking indifferently.
After answering, Han Li stopped paying attention to Daoist Qiyin.
Instead, they were terrified.
"who is it?"
"Who exactly summoned me here?"
"What method is this?"
"Could it be one of the Three Thousand Great Daos, the mysterious and unpredictable Great Summoning Technique?"
In Han Li's eyes, time seemed to be flowing backward at this moment.
The next moment, a phantom appeared in Han Li's eyes, which was Ye Chen's phantom.
As soon as Ye Chen's illusory figure looked up, Han Li's expression changed drastically, and he immediately stopped spying.
However, he still coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Han Li looked terrified.
"Hahaha!"
"He's seriously injured!"
The Seven Sounds Daoist, who was originally trembling, was overjoyed when he saw Han Li suddenly vomit blood.
"Kill me? How can you kill me now!"
"What kind of so-called master dares to scheme against the Ancestral God? He's courting death!"
Seven-Tone Taoist laughed heartily.
"Do you think we can't kill you?"
"Thank you for letting me know what role I play!"
Han Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked coldly at Daoist Qiyin.
"Kill me? Are you even capable of doing that now?"
"Fellow Daoist Dragon Silkworm, your intervention is sufficient!"
"My target is those three. Today, I can't let them get away!" At this moment, Daoist Qiyin coldly looked at Feng Baiyu and the other two in front of him.
"it is good!"
"I come!"
The Dragon Silkworm King looked extremely smug.
Tang Chuchu hurriedly said, "Senior Han Li, the young master wants the Dragon Silkworm King's tendons to forge the strings of his zither. Please accept it and show mercy."
"it is good!"
Upon hearing this, Han Li replied calmly.
Seeing the Dragon Silkworm King charging towards them, he looked on with disdain.
"Now, you should be worried about yourselves!" Daoist Qiyin thought Tang Chuchu was talking nonsense and said coldly.
However, the Seven-Tone Taoist had barely finished speaking.
Han Li pointed out from the void.
A sword aura pierced directly through the Dragon Silkworm King's brow.
The Dragon Silkworm King didn't even have a chance to react.
The immense life force within its enormous body vanished instantly.
An enormous body fell from the void.
Han Li made his move.
In the midst of a calm and peaceful moment, the Dragon Silkworm King perished.
"you······"
The Seven Sounds Daoist, who had been extremely smug and completely disregarded Han Li, now looked extremely pale.
His body trembled violently.
A storm raged in my heart.
"impossible!"
"You were clearly severely injured, so how were you able to instantly kill the Dragon Silkworm!"
The Seven-Tone Taoist's voice was trembling at this moment.
King Tianpeng's body trembled violently.
"So strong!"
"What kind of strength is this?"
Han Li's casual gesture sent shockwaves through Tianpeng King and his companions.
"I told you, killing you is as easy as snapping my fingers!"
Han Li looked at the Seven Sounds Daoist indifferently.
"I do not believe!"
"This must be an illusion!"
"die!"
The Seven-Tone Taoist's expression was extremely cold.
Then, the sound of an erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument) rang out from under his chest.
The music, like the sharp edge of a sword, hurtled towards Han Li.
With a wave of his hand, Han Li unleashed a myriad of sword beams.
The Seven Sounds Taoist, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turning as pale as paper.
Damn it, what kind of tactic is this?
The figures in the painting are so lifelike, and so powerful.
"escape!"
At this moment, the arrogant Seven Sounds Daoist who was just a second ago was now terrified.
Seven Sounds Daoist knew very well that he was not on the same level as Han Li at all.
"Detachment!"
"It's transcendence!"
"Damn it, is this a projection of a transcendent will, trying to kill me?"
"When did I, Qiyin, provoke such people?"
At this moment, Daoist Qiyin looked terrified and bewildered.
"wrong!"
"Could it be that there really is an extremely terrifying being behind Tang Chuchu?"
"But, but how could someone who transcends worlds linger in this small world?"
At this moment, the Seven Sounds Taoist was trembling violently.
My heart was pounding violently, as if it were about to burst.
"Escape?"
"Do you think you can escape from me?"
A mocking smile appeared on Han Li's lips.
The next moment, Han Li waved his hand, and a terrifying sword formation fell from the sky.
It was merely a projection of a sword formation, yet it sent chills down the spines of Feng Baiyu, Tianpeng King, and the others.
In an instant, the Seven Sounds Daoist, who was at the Ancestral God realm, died and his Dao vanished.
Han Li put away the sword formation, bowed towards Haotian Immortal City, and his figure slowly dimmed and disappeared.
"died!"
"So strong!"
"Gudu!"
At this moment, King Tianpeng felt his throat was extremely dry.
His face was filled with terror.
"gone!"
"The Dragon Silkworm King is dead, and so is the Seven-Tone Daoist!"
"We'll bring back the dragon tendons for you, young master."
Feng Baiyu snapped out of his shock, his face filled with excitement.