At this time, the evacuation troops from Huang Maple Valley were divided into two groups. A group of younger ones with relatively little cultivation were led by the only Nascent Soul cultivator in Huang Maple Valley, Patriarch Linghu, and were fleeing towards the border of Vietnam.

Another group of people with more advanced cultivation were led by a few alchemy monks and stayed behind to hold off the demonic army for some time.

As a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, Han Li was naturally assigned to the position at the back of the palace.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, Han Li felt a little more at ease when he looked at the three or four mid- to late-stage pill-forming monks who led the team, as well as the dozens of disciples present who had the lowest cultivation level and were in the mid- to mid-stage foundation-building stage.

This kind of military strength can even compete with the main force of one of the six demonic sects.

Han Li believed that as long as he kept a low profile and didn't do anything extraordinary, with his strength, there would be no problem in saving his life.

Thinking of this, Han Li quietly took a step back and pulled up his collar, trying to cover the lower half of his face.

"Be careful! The devil is coming!"

The leading middle-aged man shouted loudly, flicked one hand and shot out a dazzling blast, which faintly transformed into the shape of a dragon in the air, spiraling towards the sky.

A sound of ‘Peng’!

The dragon-shaped Jinghong was reflected back at a faster speed, and a huge square brick appeared in the sky. Then it turned into a ray of yellow light and returned to the sky, and was put into the sleeves of a tall and thin old man in black.

"My fellow Taoist, your spiritual sense is not weak. To be able to discover our traces must be due to some strange encounter or a rare natural gift of powerful spiritual sense. I really envy you."

The old man in black stroked his beard and said with a smile, looking very kind.

"Humph!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly and did not answer.

The old man in black didn't care, smiled in a low voice, turned his head and said calmly to the void:

"Come out, everyone. This fellow Taoist has discovered us, so don't be embarrassed here."

"Hahaha... Old Ghost Zhou, I have already said that your sky-covering pocket is of no use at all. Those in Hu Nong Hu Nong who are worse than you in cultivation are fine. Once you meet someone whose cultivation is higher than yours, immediately

It’s just a prototype, it’s just a joke.”

"Hmph! That man is a late-stage pill-forming monk. He is at a higher level than me. Is there anything strange about being able to see through Zhetiandou? You, on the other hand, are so weird here. Do you have any way to deal with a late-stage pill-forming monk?

?”

As soon as the old man in black finished speaking, two voices spoke impatiently.

A layer of gauze seemed to have been removed from the sky, and dozens of demonic monks were already high in the sky, surrounding everyone in the Yellow Maple Valley.

Among them, two people stood out the most, namely a short old man less than four feet tall, and a burly man in purple with red hair.

These two people stood at the front of the military formation, and they clearly had the cultivation level of the middle stage of pill formation.

Looking at the demon army formation in the sky, Han Li frowned deeply.

It's not because the opponent is too strong, on the contrary, their strength is obviously too weak.

Two mid-stage pill formations, one late-stage pill formation, plus about fifty or so foundation-building monks, this power is enough even if placed on the battlefield.

But here in Huang Maple Valley, there is one late-stage pill formation and three mid-stage pill formation.

In terms of number of people, there is not much difference between the two sides. However, the number of high-level monks is one more in Huang Maple Valley.

Under such a disparity, how come those few magic pill formations still look so relaxed?

Could it be said that the demonic side has some back-up plan?

Warning bells rang in Han Li's heart, and he already had a belt in his hand.

It's just a mere death. As long as he can save his life, Mr. Han doesn't care at all!

"What? Are these the only people available?"

While Han Li was still struggling, the middle-aged pill-forming monk from Huang Maple Valley sneered and said with a hint of sarcasm.

The old man in black clothes in the sky didn't care when he heard this, he just smiled indifferently.

"Fellow Taoist is joking, we don't want to drive down fellow Taoist and others."

"Huh!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, moved his lips slightly, and said to everyone:

"Gather around me immediately! I will use my magic weapon to escort you out of the encirclement!"

Everyone in Yellow Maple Valley was stunned for a moment, then showed expressions of ecstasy and quickly moved closer to the middle-aged man.

Han Li gave the middle-aged man a strange look. After hesitating for a moment, he silently approached him.

The middle-aged man's cold gaze swept across the crowd, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a dazzling aura.

The aura dissipated, revealing the exquisite pagoda-shaped magic weapon inside.

A ‘buzz’ sound!

The pagoda instantly transformed into nine brilliant auras, like a huge insect cocoon, enveloping more than a dozen people.

Yes, there are only a dozen people.

Han Li stood outside the cocoon, looking at the expressionless middle-aged man, his eyes as deep as water, showing no emotion at all.

Others showed astonished expressions. Before they could show signs of shock or anger, the middle-aged man waved his hand violently and flew towards the cross-border border with these foundation-building disciples who did not show any signs of surprise.

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The demonic monks looked at this scene with sneers, showing no intention of stopping it.

Han Li slowly turned around and looked at the only man in black robe who did not get in front of the giant cocoon.

He reached out and took off the hood on his head, revealing Wang Chan's pale face with a sneer.

At this moment, Han Li understood everything.

He has been the abandoned son of Huang Maple Valley from the beginning, a tool used to quell the anger of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Only if he dies, others in Yellow Maple Valley will be safe.

At the same time, Huang Maple Valley does not want to bear the infamy of colluding with the devil and sacrificing a meritorious person.

Therefore, they left dozens of foundation-building disciples for Han Li to be buried with him!

In this way, Huang Maple Valley was lucky enough to withdraw a large number of elites after a fierce battle. It was definitely not an ancestor who made some shady deal with the devil, nor was it by sacrificing a disciple who had made great achievements.

Only then did the demonic people let them go.

Huang Maple Valley will still be able to hold its head high in front of the other sects in the future, and this alone is enough to make them die.

Han Li's eyes became as cold as frost, and the belt in his hand made a crunching sound.

"Senior Brother Han!"

In the crowd, someone recognized Han Li.

"Senior Brother Han, what should we do?"

Han Li had a sullen face and did not answer.

"What should I do? It's better to ask this question to me, young master." Wang Chan said with a sneer.

"Let's do this. You capture the man surnamed Han and bring him to this young master, and I will give you a chance to join the Ghost Spirit Sect. How about that?"

As soon as Wang Chan said this, everyone in Huang Maple Valley fell silent for an instant without making any sound.

A pair of eyes flashed with colors of struggle and darkness.

Finally, whoever started it, a magic weapon like a flying knife suddenly flew out from the crowd and stabbed Han Li's legs directly.

Dozens of magic weapons shined with brilliant aura one after another, sending a full blow to their former sect members.
Chapter completed!