Han Li's mind raced, and at this moment, he believed more than half of what was written on the mysterious paper.

This was not only because of what the Poison Dragon had just said, but also because of the reaction of the True Spirit Bloodline in his body to Chen Yang earlier, and even more so, it was a feeling of intuition.

His intuition told him that what was said on the paper was true.

Speaking of which, since he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality, this intuitive sense of danger had saved him countless times.

With this thought, he gently stroked his chest, a hint of iron-blue color appearing on his face.

If the Qingyang City Lord was really plotting against him, then the situation would be a bit bad. He still had the Black Tribulation Insect in his body, and unless he took this thing out, he couldn't even think about escaping.

At that time, let alone resist, he was afraid that the other party could make him wish he were dead with a single thought.

But to let him obediently wait for death was absolutely impossible.

Han Li paced back and forth in the room for a while, then stopped again, flipped his hand, and took out the red vial. After looking at it for a moment, he opened his mouth again and spat out a dark green vial, which was the Palm Heaven Bottle.

He did not drink the liquid in the red vial as the paper said, but poured it all into the Palm Heaven Bottle, then sealed the bottle mouth and swallowed the small vial back into his stomach.

Although Han Li roughly believed what was on the paper, he would never honestly drink this inexplicable red liquid as the other party said.

However, throwing away these red liquids would be too rash. After thinking about it, it was safest to temporarily store them in the Palm Heaven Bottle.

After doing all this, Han Li closed his eyes and sat quietly, continuing to think about countermeasures.

In fact, he had considered the matter of escaping over the years, and had secretly inquired about a lot of information.

The entire Profound Arena was built in a completely sealed place in Qingyang City. Except for a few special areas such as the Star Pond, the only connection with the outside world was the entrance passage of the Profound Arena.

Although the Star Pond and other special areas were also connected to the outside world, they were all covered with restrictions and guarded by experts to prevent anyone from escaping from there.

He had investigated these places one by one, both openly and secretly, over the past few years, and had already planned how to act in case he escaped from here someday.

However, the most difficult thing was not the escape route, but how to deal with the Black Tribulation Insect.

He also inquired about this insect in many ways, but this thing was the Qingyang City's trump card for controlling the Profound Arena slaves. The clues about this matter were extremely secret. Without using any unconventional methods, progress was very limited, so he still hadn't found anything so far.

But now the situation was urgent, and he couldn't hesitate any longer.

Han Li suddenly opened his eyes, a stern look flashed in his eyes, got up and left the room, and walked outside.

"Fellow Daoist Li."

"Brother Li."

The Profound Arena fighters in the Ninth District greeted him as always.

After all, things were different now. Although Han Li's cultivation level on the surface had not changed much, the strength he had shown in the Profound Arena was obvious to all. In addition, his relationship with the boss of this area, Poison Dragon, was also quite close, so he naturally became the object of many people's flattery.

Han Li nodded in response one by one, quickly left the Ninth District, and came to the Exchange Hall.

He wandered around the hall for a while, then seemingly casually walked into the passage leading to the Fourth District.

After lingering in the Fourth District for a moment, Han Li came to the Eighth District again, and then went to the First District.

After walking around like this a few times, a strange color flashed in his eyes when he returned to the Exchange Hall again.

He had been wandering around just now, constantly investigating the surrounding movements without leaving a trace.

If the Qingyang City Lord was about to attack in the near future, he might send someone to monitor his actions.

But he had just walked around and found no one following or monitoring him.

While he was relieved, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

Although the current situation was beyond his expectations, since he had already made a decision, he didn't intend to back down halfway.

Han Li breathed a sigh of relief, stepped into a passage, and soon came to a place similar to the Ninth District. He walked to a room and knocked on the door.

After a moment, with a creak, the door slowly opened, revealing the figure of a gray-clothed young man, who was the person who had brought Han Li into the Profound Arena, named Zhu Jieshan.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, long time no see." Han Li said with a smile.

"Li Feiyu? What are you doing here!" Zhu Jieshan looked surprised when he saw Han Li, and said with a frown.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu doesn't need to be so wary. We can be considered old acquaintances. It was you who led me into the Profound Arena. Li remembers the kindness of Fellow Daoist Zhu leading me into this place. Today, I came here to reminisce with you, and I also have some small matters that I want to ask Fellow Daoist Zhu to help with." Han Li said with a smile, imperceptibly stuffing a small cloth bag into Zhu Jieshan's hand.

Zhu Jieshan raised an eyebrow. The bag contained several round objects, which were several Profound-level beast cores.

"Fellow Daoist Li is too polite, come in." His expression eased slightly, and he opened the way to invite Han Li into his residence.

The layout of Zhu Jieshan's residence was similar to that of Han Li's, but the area was much larger. In addition to the seats and furnishings, there were also many other things in the room.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner, with clear organization.

Han Li glanced around, and when he looked back, Zhu Jieshan had taken out a set of tea sets from somewhere and brewed a pot of clear tea.

The fragrance of the tea filled the air, refreshing the heart and spleen.

"The resources here in the Profound Arena are scarce, and there is no good tea. Please don't be offended, Fellow Daoist Li." Zhu Jieshan said with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, this tea is so fragrant. If this doesn't count as good tea, then what we usually drink is just plain water." Han Li picked up the teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and said with a smile.

"If Fellow Daoist Li likes it, take some with you when you go back later. By the way, I wonder what Fellow Daoist Li came here for?" Zhu Jieshan waved his hand, then asked with a smile.

"Just now, when I went out and returned to my room, I suddenly found someone sneaking into my room and leaving this envelope. The contents inside made me a little alarmed, so I came to discuss it with Fellow Daoist Zhu." Han Li said with a solemn expression, took out the envelope and handed it over.

Zhu Jieshan's eyes flashed when he heard this, took the envelope and looked at it, his expression changed drastically.

Just as his mind was shaken, Han Li's right hand suddenly pointed out, the middle and index fingers flashed with white light, like a snow-bright dagger, and stabbed towards Zhu Jieshan's lower abdomen dantian like lightning.

At the same time, a crystal light flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and a crystal chain shot out, also stabbing towards Zhu Jieshan's head like an electric shock.

"Clang" "Clang" two crisp sounds.

A snow-white bone sword appeared out of thin air in front of Zhu Jieshan's lower abdomen, intercepting Han Li's fingers.

And crystal lines appeared on Zhu Jieshan's forehead, faintly forming the shape of a talisman. Dazzling crystal light radiated from it, forming a crystal light shield, blocking Han Li's divine sense chain.

Han Li's expression sank immediately when he saw this scene.

"I knew you had a problem, you dare to show off in front of me with a little trick!" Zhu Jieshan said with a sneer, holding the bone sword.

Before the words fell, his five fingers holding the sword moved in succession, and the white bone sword in his hand suddenly bloomed with wisps of white light. In the sharp whistling sound, a white sword energy of about ten feet was condensed, and it was slashed towards Han Li fiercely.

"Sword Qi!" Han Li's pupils shrank. Demonic Qi or Immortal Spiritual Power cannot be used in the Jiling Void, how could there be sword Qi.

Although he was a little surprised in his heart, his reaction was still not the slightest bit sluggish. His figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air, leaving the white sword Qi to slash into the air.

Zhu Jieshan was stunned, and the next moment his expression changed drastically, and he quickly turned around, the white bone sword in his hand burst into white light and slashed behind him, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound of metal colliding.

But before the white bone sword could slash down, a palm had already appeared in front of him, turning into a sharp blade and inserting straight into Zhu Jieshan's chest.

With a loud "bang"!

Zhu Jieshan's chest felt hot, and then his whole body was hit by a sharp force, and his body flew out like straw in a storm, hitting a nearby wall hard.

A huge wound was broken in his chest, and blood poured out. He also spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bone sword in his hand flew out.

"You..."

Zhu Jieshan's face was full of shock, but before he could finish speaking, a figure flashed in the air above his head, and Han Li's figure reappeared like a ghost, punching down.

Zhu Jieshan had lost his weapon, and barely raised his arms to try to resist.

But at this moment, he was seriously injured, his movements were sluggish, and his arms were not raised. His forehead had already received a heavy blow.

With a muffled "boom"!

Zhu Jieshan's body slammed heavily on the ground like a meteorite, spitting out another mouthful of blood, his pupils trembled, his eyes were blurred, and he was obviously shaken by this punch into his mind and soul. He lay on the ground motionless, in a state of semi-coma.

However, the talisman on his forehead, and the crystal light shield formed by it, were not affected in any way, and were still as bright as ever.

Han Li was in mid-air, and when he saw this scene, his eyes flickered slightly, and then a transparent crystal small sword shot out from the center of his eyebrows, but immediately became several times larger, turning into a divine sense sword of several feet in size.

The divine sense sword was engraved with strange runes, and emitted bursts of powerful divine sense fluctuations, and slashed fiercely on the crystal light shield on Zhu Jieshan's forehead.

With a soft "kacha"!

The crystal light shield was as fragile as paper in front of the divine sense sword, and was easily shattered with one slash. The talisman on his forehead also broke inch by inch and disappeared.

After breaking the crystal light shield, the divine sense sword suddenly stopped.

He pinched a magic formula with his hand and pointed, and after the light of the divine sense column flashed, it suddenly decomposed into several crystal chains, which submerged into Zhu Jieshan's head.

Several divine sense chains were wrapped around Zhu Jieshan's mind and soul, wrapping it layer by layer.

Zhu Jieshan's body twitched slightly, and then stopped completely.

After doing all this, Han Li shook his figure and appeared behind the door, opened a slit, and looked outside.

The materials used around Zhu Jieshan's residence were the same as those in his own residence. Divine sense could not pass through, and the sound insulation effect was very good, so he dared to act rashly.

It was quiet outside the door, and apparently no one noticed the fight just now.

Han Li's heart relaxed slightly, then closed the door again, turned around and walked back to Zhu Jieshan, pinched a magic formula and pointed it at the center of his eyebrows, and a crystal light flashed away.

Zhu Jieshan's body moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes had recovered clarity.

"Li Feiyu, you are so bold, you dare to attack me! Aren't you afraid of being eaten to death by the Black Tribulation Insect!" As soon as he regained his senses, Zhu Jieshan roared at Han Li.