A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After listening to Zhong Ling Dao's words of encouragement, two deacon disciples each walked into the palace with a tray.

One tray holds a golden silk-edged storage bag, and the other is a small pile of colorful mid-level spirit stones. It seems like the time has come to fulfill a prior promise, which is a sort of pre-war inspiration! Han Li thought a little maliciously.

Intermediate spiritual stones are generally freely picked up according to each person's needs. Han Li already had a dirt property and a fire property spiritual stone, and took a blue spiritual stone from the plate, which nobody contested.

The disciples became cautious when it was their turn to extract the spirit from the storage bag.

This storage bag is not quite the same as the ordinary storage bag. The other storage bags, just stick in the god, and then enter the spiritual power to capture things. This bag eliminates the divine probe of the fairy repairer, and does not need to enter the spiritual power. Just reach in, you can take out the shrinkage tens of times, just take out the bottom of what it is, which is hard to say, judging by the touch of your hand.

It looks like this storage bag has been specially refined for the extraction of the psychic device, otherwise the utility of this item is far less convenient than that of a regular storage bag, who would use it!

Although the uniformity in it is all high-quality magic instruments, defensive magic instruments are obviously more rare than offensive magic instruments, and they are both offensive or defensive high-quality magic instruments, and their quality utility varies considerably.

Being able to smoke a suitable apparatus will give you an extra chance to survive the bloodstain test, and those people, especially disciples, who are greatly lacking in apparatus, will be even more upset.

Han Li didn't care much about it.

On his last trip to Fang Shi, he swept away all the treasures of Montblanc Palace for many years, and got two pieces of top-notch magic instruments, not to mention the green flag and several others.

Adding another upper grade instrument would not be so exciting for him either.

By the time Han Li came forward, most people had taken it. As for what kind of magic instrument they got, they didn't say it without saying it, let alone show it to others.

Han Li's hand reached into the bag and grabbed it indiscriminately, something peculiar appeared in his hand. He grabbed it out of his storage bag without hesitation and took a sneak peek. After a slight glance, he immediately put it away.

At this time, the one behind him couldn't wait to gather up, Han Li saw this, very intelligently gave up the place and went back to where he had been.

Just after the extraction of the magic apparatus, a number of new arrivals outside the temple, many of whom were public administrators whom Han Li had met when he first entered the Yellow Maple Valley, including Uncle Wang Shi and Han Li's despicable foliage elderly.

These people, in their unusual demeanor, look at the elderly man in the middle of the face, no one dares to answer at random.

The old man was 50 to 60 years old, his hair was a little gray, but his spirit was shaking, he looked red and healthy, a pair of tiger eyes were not angry and self-righteous, and at first glance he knew he was a person of strong character.

After his eyes swept to the disciples' side, Han Li immediately felt that the five organs and six hearts were clearly seen by this person, which shocked Han Li's heart.

At the first sight of the elderly, the clock master hurried to greet them. One bite at a time, "Uncle Li" 's honor continued. He actually hid some of his intentions and stunned the disciples.

But the other management is as usual. Instead of looking down on the color, it is a rare privilege to see this old man respond randomly to Zhong Lingdao a few sentences later, and have great envy and jealousy. As if he can talk to this old man and shout an uncle.

In the surprise of Han Li and other uninformed people, Zhong Zhangmen introduced the old disciples. Turns out that this “Uncle Li", Han Li and others have long heard his name, but never met him. One of the ancestors of the Knightaman period, Li Shizu.

This trip to the restricted area was led by Li Shizu, accompanied by five other managers, including Uncle Wang.

As soon as Zhong Zhongmen finished introducing him, Li Shizu very simply put down the word "Departure”, and ended his first meeting with Han Li and other late generations, and then left the hall first.

Han Li and others stared at each other, but rushed out at the urging of other managers.

As he walked out of the hall, the disciples sucked in a cold breath of air.

Only in the middle of the air outside the main hall door, a giant monster of more than twenty lengths and brilliance of silver is hanging there. The oppressive momentum brought about by its huge body makes people feel suffocated, while Li Shizu stood on the monster's head and looked at them with cold eyes.

Han Li rubbed his eyes, his heart pounded and he looked at it a few more times. It was only clear that it was a rare silver giant python. However, this python was really surprising, and there was an extra black giant horn on its head, making it even more scary.

“This is the strength of knotted monks, such demonic beasts can be driven by casual subjugation, too hard to believe!” Han Li was compromised by the means of this master.

When I think of myself in the knottal period, there will also be such a great power, Han Li feels that blood all over his body seems to be refluxing, and he gets excited all over himself.

Until I met Li Shizu, Han Li had been vague about his path to fixing immortals, and did not have a clear understanding.

But after this shock, this master ancestor's highly unpredictable Mo Da Fawei became his clear chase shadow on the path to fix the fairy, and his confidence in fixing the fairy way was more like a rock.

“Come on up, stand up honestly! My Silver Horned Python is flying much faster than your armor. It only takes two days to get there! ”

Li Shizu ignored the messy situation of the people under him. After gently touching the giant horn of the silver python, he commanded God to calm down.

As such, Han Li and others stood on the giant python in shock, rushing for two days and two nights, and finally flew to the deserted mountain.

This master ancestor is not really lying. The speed of this monster's flight is truly astonishing. It is far from what disciples like Han Li can compare to. Of course, it has a lot to do with their lack of good flying magic.

At this point, the disciples learned from several pipe mouths that this is the meeting place promised by other Immortals. Only when the seven factions gather together will they set out to open the forbidden land together. Otherwise, it will not be possible to enter the restricted areas on the basis of one faction at a time.

The agreed time is tomorrow morning. But since the forbidden land is within Jianzhou, and Huang Maple Valley is also considered half the host, the main gate is usually a day ahead of schedule, first come to this mountain and wait for the other parties.

Now the disciples are free to move, waiting for tomorrow to be arranged together, waiting together.

Now that several managers have said so, Han Li and others naturally split up and did things on the mountains to make some final preparations for the upcoming war.

So, more than twenty Yellow Shirt disciples, some sitting on their knees, cultivating their sharp, some taking out their magic tools, constantly wiping them, and others stubborn and deaf, looking worried.

But there were also a few people, who were comfortable, laughing as usual, as easy as going out to play, Han Li paid more attention to some people.

At this point, there was footsteps behind him, and Han Li frowned slightly. In order not to attract attention, he deliberately chose an inconspicuous corner to sit here alone, how could anyone else be here?

“Brother Han! In a courtesy, I want to go to a forbidden place with my brother! This is about the life and death of my brother, I wonder if we can talk about it together? ”

An old but smooth voice came to make Han Li's eyebrow lock tighter.

Such a bluff, although I haven't seen the face of the voice owner, Han Li has put a slippery, untrustworthy label on his people, it's probably nothing good to find yourself!

But Han Li understood that he preferred to offend the gentleman. He could not offend the little man. Despite his heartfelt reluctance, he turned back and looked at the two young people behind him.

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