A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li still had no leisure time to gauge the spicy characters of each faction as the faction leaders discussed steps to open the restricted area.

Han Li's idea is to hide from the top of the 13th floor and escape from the back. He would never want to make himself as powerful as Brother Lu was in the Great War.

You know, it's totally different from the last time. It's not an adversary, it's a bunch of red-eyed fairy fixers. If there is no room left to fight back at all times, there will surely be one of the first to eliminate him.

Looking directly at himself, Han Li suddenly felt that someone seemed to be looking at him and looking at him with a slight surprise.

A disciple of the Spiritual Beast Gate, some of whom looked away at Han Li and looked at his beautiful face, was actually a little familiar.

Han Lixin was surprised to see that all the women he knew had been filtered through his heart and a slender figure appeared.

“It was her, the girl who sold herself a gold geranium pencil at the Tainan Conference. How did she get under the gates of Mount Lingxi and come to participate in this bloodstained trial!” Han Li finally recognized a prettier girl than before, but he was somewhat confused.

But the face of the other party's immobility and blush, he still has fresh memories and has a great fondness for it!

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but smile at the girl.

The girl obviously saw clearly, her cheeks were red and faint, and she was as easily shy as ever!

A bearded man, standing behind the girl, seemed to notice the move of the girl and Han Li, her face sinking, suddenly said something loud to the girl, the girl immediately looked pale, bowed her head, never dared to look at Han Li again!

The man still refused to stop. With a vicious look, he glanced at Han Li severely. His warning was clear.

Han Li frowned for a moment. It seems that the girl's life in Mount Lingxiang is very difficult. This beard is actually one of the hot characters just noticed, with 13 layers of power. The girl must have suffered a lot from being targeted by such a person.

However, Han Li was not a man of Lingxian Mountain. Moreover, as soon as he entered the forbidden land, he was neither an enemy nor an enemy. Naturally, he did not sell the swelling of the other party. He suddenly made a ghost face at the other party.

Han Li's move was so angry that his beard bled all over his face, but there was nothing he could do about it. He turned his head and yelled at the girl for a few words, causing the nearby disciples of Mount Spiritual Beast to stare at each other. Most of them showed their contempt to the girl.

Han Li was angry in his heart, and his compassion for the young girl rose, but because it was too far apart, he couldn't really hear what the beard specifically said.

In order not to let the young girl be wronged again, Han Li will no longer provoke this impudent impudence. Otherwise, Han Li is confident that he has sufficient means to make this popular seven know-how smoke, there is nothing he can do.

At this time, the grandmasters of the various factions, after discussing it, returned to the queue of the main gate, and then took the younger generations to empty up and fly to the legendary restricted land.

This time, in the direction of the border of Yuanwu State, after a few short hours of flight, it fell in front of a wide and infinite slope of loess, where, in addition to a pile of stones, even a small grass could not be seen, looked at, yellow colors everywhere.

“Is this it? ”

Han Li, like everyone else, was very surprised, which is really unlike where the spirits of heaven and earth can be bred.

The tall men of the knotting period gathered together for a few words, and then the tall man with the huge sword gate suddenly came out alone and walked a dozen steps forward before stopping.

He reached out his left hand and the yellow light appeared on it, grabbing it so hard to the ground that a yellow dragon-like mud stream was lifted and condensed into a giant sword of yellow mud in his hand.

The finger of the other hand, gently wiped from the handle towards the tip of the sword, a white light lit up where the finger was going, the mud sword instantly turned grey white and became a giant stone sword in the mountains.

This intermediate spell, which turns mud into stone, makes the seven-party disciple look surprising and opens his eyes.

The Giant Sword Gate Tall Man, who could do all this, did not give up on it, but held the sword in his hands, his body frustrated, drank loudly, threw the stone sword out as fast as a meteor, and lashed straight ahead into the air.

Then a shocking scene appeared, and the stone sword flew just a few dozen steps away, and it seemed to touch something, and suddenly, after a shock, it turned into powder. Then a large part of the blue light appeared in the sky, covering the sky and turning everyone's skin blue.

At a time when the hearts of the disciples were frightened, the green light swept up intensely for no reason, whistling and turning into countless wind blades, and scratching all over the place, forming a wind blade wall with no storm, looking along the wind wall to both sides, all boundless, I don't know where it extends, everywhere is the sound of the green wind whistle.

It is believed that if someone enters the wall, they will immediately taste the feeling of late death and will be bladed with a thousand blades.

This is the prohibition here. It really looks amazing. I don't know what kind of divinity is available to ancient monks in order to set such a huge and powerful legal front. Huang Feng Valley's doorman line is worth mentioning, just like children's toys. Han Li sighed.

At this moment, the master of the Great Sword Gate, shook his head and turned back. The rest of the team, announcing that they did not fight, asked the disciples to rest for a moment before opening the forbidden land.

Thus, every hour or so later, the man of the great sword gate would do the same thing to test the strength and weakness of the prohibition, until when the fourth stone sword was thrown out, the green light and formed wind blade of the forbidden ground did not significantly diminish.

At first sight, the other six Knightaman monks flew out on a different date and stood shoulder to shoulder.

Li Shizu reached out and slowly emerged a ring-shaped object from the palm of his hand, then emitted a silver-colored glow and lasered out. Taoist patted himself in the back of the head, opened his mouth and sprayed a long inch of green light out of his mouth, windward and long, turning into a flying sword several feet long.

Each of the other five flew a brilliant object: a pink ribbon, a dragon-shaped crutch, a black sword, a long knife with red light, and a big yellow-light print.

Seven people, seven kinds of objects intersect brilliantly, set into a circular ring and rushed directly into the great wind blade formation.

These are the magic treasures that these people have achieved only after years of painstaking and cultivation.

The disciples of each faction dared not to be lazy. At the behest of other elders during the foundation period, they all stood behind the seven men, divided into seven rows, ready to enter the forbidden land at any time.

There was a huge rumbling of “rumbling", seven pieces of Pharaoh and the wind blades were shorthanded, the light of all colors splattered and fired, and from time to time the whining sounds of strange whistles made the disciples watching, nervous.

Master Li's ruler slipped and slipped. The silver-colored light on it was a little too big and a little too small. Like the psychic spirit, it crushed countless wind blades and smashed them into pieces.

Blue flying sword, illusion turned into a dozen long dragon, after each sword split out, hidden strange sound, amazing soul.

The remaining five magic treasures, each of them also show its magic. Especially the yellow stamp of the master of Fort Tianjin, the loudest, every time it was smashed, it rose as huge as a hill, and at the same time the sound of wind thunder erupted, but when it flew back, it retracted its original shape, but it seemed to fly a little clumsy and slow.

Although the power of the Seven Pharaoh is astounding, compared to weakening many wind blade battles, it takes a while to push through the wind wall every step of the way. Soon, the seven men's forehorns have hidden sweat.

After three or four hours of fighting, the seven perspired like rain, but the Pharaoh driven finally took the upper wind and struck a rounded channel on the wind wall that was roughly tall. The channel was dark and could not be seen clearly.

“Fast forward, we won't last long!” Taoist spearheaded the call because he had the shallowest of the seven and the most sweaty.

Seven-party disciples heard that they dared not be lazy, all penetrating each other, and a batch of them flew into the aisle.

At that time, everyone was silent and gloomy. Everyone knows that as soon as they enter a restricted area, all of them become enemies of life and death, and even their brothers and sisters become incredible.

Han Li is in the middle and rear of the queue, with the disciple of the Giant Sword Gate in front and the sword dock in the rear.

The passage is not long, the distance of more than 20 husbands, as soon as Han Li flew out of the exit, and to see clearly the situation in front of him, he felt that the sky had spinned for a while, and in front of him, people disappeared from the exit area without a trace.

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