"Oh, Jin Tong..." Han Li sighed with a wry smile.

Just as Jin Tong's teeth were about to touch the long saber, she suddenly stopped, raised her little head, and grinned at Han Li, "Do you keep your word?"

"Of course."

Han Li was taken aback, then nodded.

A hint of smugness appeared on Jin Tong's face, and she released the purple long saber with her small hand.

Han Li shook his head and waved his hand, putting away the long saber, the golden net, and the white archway, preparing to identify them slowly after leaving this place.

"Eh, what's this..."

Han Li suddenly grabbed something with a wave of his hand. It was a silver spiritual bamboo several dozen feet long, exuding astonishing spiritual power fluctuations.

The aura of this silver bamboo was exactly the same as the silver bamboo root he had dug out from the herb garden.

Next to the silver bamboo were some precious spiritual herbs, which looked freshly picked.

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly. It seemed that the person who had arrived at the herb garden first and taken the Xuan Tian Treasure was indeed Qu Ling.

The Xuan Tian Treasure on the Xuan Tian vine must have been that emerald green gourd.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and the things scattered all over the main hall had been collected.

Han Li's eyes were filled with joy.

The amount of treasures on Qu Ling's body far exceeded his expectations.

Not to mention the various precious materials and spiritual herbs, there were over ten thousand Immortal Essence Stones alone. This was definitely a huge fortune, probably equivalent to the accumulated wealth of many sects and forces over many years.

In addition, there were also many precious pills, both named and unnamed, as well as various kinds of books.

However, most of the low-grade spiritual treasures found on Qu Ling's body ended up in Jin Tong's belly.

Jin Tong's aura had fully recovered, and her two arms had returned to normal. She looked satisfied, and her aura had improved significantly compared to before.

This was naturally the result of Han Li's tacit approval.

Even after evolving to its current form, the Gold Devouring Immortal had not changed its gluttonous habit. However, it was also a unique way to improve its cultivation, which made Han Li feel both heartache and gratification. After all, it was a good thing for Jin Tong to have more self-protection ability.

"Thank you both for your hard work today." Han Li put away the things on the ground, turned to look at Mo Guang and his companion who were standing with their hands down, and nodded.

"We are of the same fate, why say such things? Fellow Daoist Han, if you have anything to do in the future, just order it." Mo Guang smiled, then a flash of black light enveloped him, and he entered Han Li's shadow again.

Han Li's eyebrows twitched slightly. Mo Guang's performance this time seemed very different from before.

Crab Daoren clasped his hands at Han Li without saying a word, then twisted his body and turned into a golden light, disappearing into Han Li's body.

Han Li straightened his clothes, stepped out of the main hall, looked around for a moment, and suddenly looked down at his hands.

In his hand, he was holding a blue painting, which was a Underworld-Cold Mountain and River Picture, found in Qu Ling's storage artifact.

However, the blue light on the surface of the painting had completely disappeared, making it look like an ordinary painting, without any of its previous spirituality.

Han Li frowned slightly, looked at the painting again, and quickly put it away.

"Let's go."

Han Li said to Jin Tong, who was following behind him, waved his hand, and sent out a green light, lifting both of their bodies, and flying forward.

...

Somewhere in Underworld-Cold Immortal Mansion.

In a palace ruin that had been severely damaged, three alien men and women wearing vests and shorts, with black scarves wrapped around their heads, were walking on a green stone street overgrown with weeds. Their faces were gloomy, and their eyes were full of fatigue.

"This time, we were really fooled by Jiao San. We followed him to this Immortal Mansion secret realm, but we didn't find many treasures, and the dangers came one after another. I think he just tricked us in here to be cannon fodder." A short, dark-skinned woman said indignantly.

"That's right. You all saw how fast he ran when we broke into the Bright King Hall! He didn't care about our life or death. Now, he's not even to be seen anywhere." Another thick-browed man also said.

"It's useless to say these things now. Fortunately, the three of us have not separated. Next, I don't think we need to look for Jiao San anymore. Let's find some other opportunities ourselves. When the time comes, we can leave here safely." An emaciated old man, stroking his dry goatee, said slowly.

The other two nodded in agreement.

As they were talking, a jade flying chariot suddenly sped past in the high sky, drawing an arc in the air, circling back, and hovering above the three of them.

Standing on the narrow flying chariot was a slender, elegant middle-aged man, playing with a small white jade Pixiu in his hand, its color slightly yellow, exuding a warm luster.

Behind him stood two golden-armored men, their faces stiff and lifeless, obviously two puppets.

The three of them glanced at the man on the flying chariot, and a trace of vigilance flashed deep in their pupils. However, seeing that he was only in the True Immortal Late Stage, they felt a little relieved.

"May I ask the three fellow Daoists, have you seen anyone from the North Cold Immortal Palace? Or do you know where they are now?" The middle-aged man asked the three of them with a warm smile on his face and a calm expression.

The three of them heard this and did not say anything, but they were a little strange.

The person in front of them was not highly cultivated, and when facing the three of them, his tone was peaceful, but it gave them a faint feeling of superiority, which was very unpleasant.

"I haven't seen them." The emaciated old man's eyes flickered slightly, and he replied.

No one who could enter the Underworld-Cold Immortal Mansion was a fool. Naturally, they would not judge a person's true strength only from the realm of cultivation shown on the surface. The old man and his companions were more vigilant about this sudden uninvited guest.

Of course, the most important thing was that they did not seem to have seen this person before entering the Immortal Mansion, and they thought he had changed his appearance by some means.

"Sorry to bother you." The middle-aged man said lightly, turned around, and drove the flying chariot towards the high sky.

Watching his back disappear, the thick-browed man looked at the old man and asked, "What do you say?"

"He doesn't look like an ordinary person, but my Spirit Eye Divine Ability couldn't see anything special. He should be a True Immortal Late Stage cultivator." The emaciated old man habitually stroked the beard on his chin and said slowly.

"If I'm not mistaken, the flying chariot he's riding is a good thing." The dark-skinned woman suddenly said.

As soon as she said this, a strange smile flashed in the eyes of the thick-browed man and the emaciated old man at the same time.

"Not to mention the storage artifact, I want the jade in his hand." The thick-browed man chuckled.

"Then the magic robe on his body is mine." The emaciated old man released his hand from his chin and said in a deep voice.

In the end, the three of them could not resist the trace of greed and wanted to take advantage of their numbers to do a murder and treasure robbery.

Not far from the three of them, in the high sky, the flying chariot was flying forward slowly.

The middle-aged man stood on it, still with a warm smile on his face, rubbing the jade Pixiu in his hand, and muttering to himself, "Cultivation is not easy, why bother..."

As soon as he finished speaking, three streams of light flashed and blocked his way.

"What? Could it be that you have remembered where the people from the Immortal Palace are? Please tell me, and I will be very grateful." The middle-aged man looked at the three of them and grinned.

Looking at the smile on the middle-aged man's face, the emaciated old man inexplicably felt a little palpitation in his heart, and secretly decided that if anything went wrong, he would immediately abandon the other two and flee.

The thick-browed man and the dark-skinned woman looked at each other, and a light lit up in each of their hands, taking out a black stone axe and a silver long sword respectively.

The emaciated old man directly took out a seven-story golden tower, from which a golden light curtain emerged, magnified a thousand times, and shrouded the three of them and the middle-aged man together.

"You even dare to take out something that is not even a pseudo-spirit domain?" The middle-aged man's expression suddenly turned cold, and the hand holding the jade Pixiu suddenly clenched.

The emaciated old man and the others were stunned when they heard this. Before they could figure out what was going on, they felt a huge force coming from all directions.

The light curtain released by the seven-story golden tower shattered!

Immediately afterwards, they saw their limbs and trunks being crushed inch by inch under the pressure of this force, pressing towards the bottom of their necks, their flesh and blood were blurred, and broken bones were visible.

The heads of the three were intact, but their bodies had turned into a mass of flesh and bones.

All of this happened in an instant!

Three golden lights soared into the sky, and the nascent souls of the three men flew out in panic, fleeing rapidly in three directions with tacit understanding.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man just turned his hand in the void, and a faint, translucent huge palm appeared out of thin air, directly tearing the sky, and grabbed the nascent souls of the three men back.

"Spare me, spare me! I have eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai..." The nascent souls of the emaciated old man and the others struggled and pleaded bitterly.

The middle-aged man turned a deaf ear, and a strange light lit up in his eyes, looking at the three golden figures.

"You didn't lie before, it seems you really don't know. However, there are some unexpected surprises..." After looking for a while, the middle-aged man muttered, and with a flick of his fingertip, he twisted the nascent souls of the three men into ashes.

With a wave of his hand, a piece of golden powder fell from the high sky and disappeared into the world.

After that, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and three blue lights lit up on the tragic corpses of the three men. Three masks, a deer, an owl, and an ape, were peeled off from their heads and flew into his hands.

He looked at the three masks, waved his hand, and a huge multi-layered wooden frame appeared out of thin air in front of him, covered with various masks of the Inconstant Alliance, ghosts, snakes, gods, dragons, tigers, phoenixes, and turtles.

Counting them, there were more than a thousand!