Chapter 50: Breaking Out of the Tower

Half a month later.

Fengyin Mountains.

A towering mountain peak was shrouded in a layer of lead-black clouds, so that even at noon, little sunlight filtered through, presenting a gloomy scene as if a storm was brewing.

The mountain peak was covered in trees, but not the usual verdant green, but a slightly heavy blue-black color, making the entire mountain look like a splash-ink painting sketched with thick ink.

Just then, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly broke open, and a streak of light shot out from it, revealing a tall young man in a green robe.

It was Han Li.

He hovered in mid-air, glanced around, then closed his eyes and slowly released his divine sense, scanning the entire mountain peak.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a strange look on his face. Then, with a single leap, he flashed a few times, and landed in a smoky forest not far away.

After landing, he didn't walk far before rounding a thick ancient tree and seeing a petite figure reclining against a half-broken gray-white dead tree in the misty white fog, motionless.

"Le'er,"

He frowned slightly and called out.

The petite figure's shoulders twitched slightly at the sound. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened.

The moment she saw Han Li, a touch of joy appeared on the woman's pale face, and a forced smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, but seemed unable to, only emitting vague "uh-uh-ah-ah" sounds.

"I'm here, don't be afraid." Han Li comforted, walking slowly forward.

Seeing this, Liu Le'er seemed to realize something, a look of panic flashing in her beautiful eyes, shaking her head at Han Li repeatedly.

Seeing that Han Li didn't stop, she struggled to sit up straight, her body suddenly crackling.

Chains flashing with black lightning emerged on her body, binding her tightly from head to toe. As soon as she moved, black lightning flowed out, striking her body fiercely.

Seeing the look of pain on Liu Le'er's small face, Han Li's expression remained unchanged, but a chilling killing intent flashed deep in his eyes. He didn't stop.

Just as he took the next step, before his foot landed, a sudden change occurred!

The seemingly calm white mist between the trees suddenly turned pitch black and churned violently. Then, with a howling wind, all the black mist instantly turned into a huge vortex.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling rose all around!

Han Li, at the center of the vortex, felt his vision darken, followed by an invisible suction force from below, trying to pull him down.

Han Li snorted coldly, still stepping down, walking towards Liu Le'er without the slightest hindrance.

At this moment, a muffled "boom" came from underground!

The ground on both sides trembled violently and shattered, and a pair of fan-sized, spiky, ferocious ghost hands suddenly burst out of the ground, grabbing Han Li's legs from the left and right.

Almost at the same time, the black mist above his head suddenly rolled away, and an invisible pressure descended from the sky, pressing down on him aggressively.

With a earth-shattering bang!

A dark purple, octagonal giant tower descended from the sky like Mount Tai, trapping Han Li inside.

The giant tower was fifty or sixty zhang tall, covered in purple spiritual patterns, exuding an indescribable eerie aura.

All of this happened in a flash of lightning, and before Han Li could react, he was trapped.

"Wu um..."

Liu Le'er, witnessing this scene, immediately made a series of blurry sounds, and her body struggled violently.

However, the more she struggled, the tighter the chains binding her became. Strands of black lightning, like spiritual snakes, flowed up and down, causing the woman's forehead to be covered in cold sweat from the pain.

As the ghost mist surged around the giant tower, four figures emerged from around it in a flash.

One of them, dressed in a black robe, was thin and wiry, with white hair and a black beard, and was none other than Qi Xuan.

Facing him was a man in a yellow robe, stocky, with a square face, while the other two approaching were a thin, silver-crowned middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman in a scarlet robe.

Without exception, all four were Nascent Soul cultivators. They all pinched the same magic seal in their hands, only putting them away when they reached the giant tower.

"Hehe, Elder Tian, ​​thanks to you for borrowing this Purple Nether Tower, we finally captured this little thief in one fell swoop." Qi Xuan chuckled and cupped his fist at the square-faced man.

"Elder Qi is too polite. But speaking of which, you spared no expense to have me borrow this famous secret treasure from my master, but only to deal with a mere Core Formation cultivator. Don't you think it's a bit of an overkill?" The square-faced man looked at the giant tower with a hint of complacency and asked.

"I'm being so careful to prevent any accidents. After all, Elder Lu Ya died at his hands, and I suffered a lot in the Enforcement Hall for it." Qi Xuan sighed and shook his head gently.

"In any case, now that Brother Qi has captured this person, don't forget the things you promised us." The red-robed woman covered her mouth and smiled, speaking meaningfully.

"Haha, of course, everyone can rest assured..."

Before Qi Xuan could finish speaking, the giant tower in front of him suddenly shook, and the entire earth shook with it, causing him to pause and swallow the rest of his words.

"This is..." The red-robed woman raised her eyebrows and asked in surprise.

The silver-crowned middle-aged man standing opposite her chuckled and said indifferently: "Don't worry, it's the Corpse Python Ghost I raised. I suppose the kid is a little restless inside and has to suffer a little more."

"I didn't expect Brother Luo's ghost to be able to shake the Purple Nether Tower. I'm a little surprised." The red-robed woman pressed her plump chest with one hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as she finished speaking, another muffled "boom" came from the purple giant tower, with even greater force than before.

This time, Qi Xuan and the other three felt the ground tremble violently, and they could barely stand still.

Looking down, the ground within a dozen zhang below the giant tower was covered in deep, bottomless cracks, like a spider web.

"Brother Luo, is this also the work of your ghost?" The red-robed woman's expression changed slightly, turning to ask the silver-crowned middle-aged man.

The latter was about to speak, but couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"How is it possible... my Corpse Python Ghost was, was killed..." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of shock.

Hearing this, Qi Xuan and the red-robed woman were both shocked.

"It seems that Elder Qi's guess was correct. This kid surnamed Han's physical strength is indeed not to be underestimated. But don't panic, the Purple Nether Tower is a Heaven Piercing Spiritual Treasure. Even a Void Refinement cultivator would find it difficult to escape if trapped inside. How could a mere Core Formation body cultivator turn the world upside down?" The square-faced man calmed down and said confidently.

"That's true, but this treasure is, after all, an item wielded by a Fusion Realm expert. The four of us can barely drive it together, and its effectiveness will inevitably be greatly reduced. In my opinion, we might as well use our full strength now and activate this treasure to kill this person." Qi Xuan frowned slightly, still suggesting with some unease.

"Brother Qi is right. It's better to kill him immediately to avoid any changes. Then, we can leave his Nascent Soul to our disposal." The middle-aged man surnamed Luo showed a fierce look and immediately agreed.

The four agreed, and began to chant again, re-pinching the magic seals in their hands.

All the purple spiritual patterns on the purple giant tower lit up in circles, countless mysterious runes surged out, and wisps of thick purple mist overflowed from the tower body. The surrounding cold aura increased greatly, causing the surrounding temperature to drop sharply. Crackling sounds rang out in the void, and vaguely patches of ice appeared out of thin air.

At the same time, the entire tower body seemed to have gained weight and was deeply embedded in the ground.

However, before they could breathe a sigh of relief.

The giant tower shook again with a "boom", and the spiritual patterns on the surface flashed wildly, rapidly enlarging.

"Not good!"

The square-faced man's expression changed drastically, but before the four could make any other moves, the surface of the tower crackled, and huge cracks appeared from top to bottom.

Then, with a rumble, the giant tower exploded in the shocked eyes of Qi Xuan and the other three, and a large cloud of purple smoke billowed up.

An unspeakable powerful air wave swept away in all directions. Although the four tried their best to support themselves with spells, they still retreated involuntarily. Liu Le'er, who was a little further away, also flew up with the wind and flew out.

Fragments of the giant tower were scattered all over the ground, and the smoke and dust gradually subsided, revealing a ferocious giant ghost with a pitch-black body and a hideous face, lying face-up on the ground. It was five or six zhang in size, with a large hole in its chest, and stinking, filthy black blood flowing out.

On the giant ghost's head, Han Li, in his green robe, glanced expressionlessly at Liu Le'er. Seeing that she was fine, he then coldly swept over the four people around him.

"Could it be that you..."

Shocked, the four of them simultaneously had an unbelievable thought arise in their minds.

As a result, in the next moment, Han Li threw two punches without saying a word.

He punched the silver-crowned middle-aged man closest to him, and the other punch went straight for the red-robed woman who was not far away.

The two only felt a monstrous air wave pressing down on them, the nearby air tightened, and their bodies sank. It was too late to dodge.

In a panic, the silver-crowned middle-aged man's robe billowed without wind, and his two sleeves opened like trumpets, pouring out billowing rich black gas.

In the black gas, five blood-dripping, evil ghost heads opened their bloody mouths wide, facing the air wave.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red ghost seal engraved with Yin runes also enlarged in the void, turning into the size of a house, blocking in front of him.

The red-robed woman on the other side had long lost her color. In a panic, she waved her wrist repeatedly, and thirteen white bone flying swords constantly leapt out, striking forward with the shrieks of evil ghosts.

Her five fingers formed hooks, and she scratched fiercely on one side of her forearm, instantly tearing open several terrifying bloody wounds. Countless red blood worms the size of rice grains crawled out from them, instantly condensing into a blood-colored shield in front of her.