A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

(Heh! Finally, I came back to upload it to everyone, staying up all night and not sleeping is really choking!

“Huh! Beautiful thinking! ”

“Don't even think about it! This time, our two brothers happened to be able to pass it along. We are already in luck. At least we have a better chance of saving our lives than the others. We are only lucky to kill this man. How much do you really think you can do? Do you really want to play this stupid game of stock keeping rabbit? Aren't you afraid to run into a fierce man, knock your teeth out, and play with your life? Besides, there's no way anyone could come to this kind of shithole and rush to the central area early to fish in the water. That's the best idea! ”

The older disciple of Mount Spiritual Beast is obviously more powerful and more cunning than the younger disciple. He teaches each other a lesson while also looking vigilantly at the surrounding dense forest frequently.

Here, Han Li became more careful, raising the convergence technique to the limit, the breath completely closed, and did not dare to reveal a minute. As for the stupid idea of "one to two," Han Li never thought about it, let alone did it.

Together, these two men, one is the power of the twelfth class, and the other is the twelfth class, and if they join forces, he will never have much chance of winning, and he will not stand in the way of a hundred great divinity.

Hence, Han Li could only watch the other party pull out the last few cold tobacco beside the pond, and burn the body of the disciple of Tianzhengburg. Finally, the two men received a red leather bag and disappeared into the dense forest across the street.

They had just left, Han Li did not get up immediately, but it took a while before shaking the fallen leaves of his body, straightening up his body, and thinking thoughtfully about the direction in which they disappeared.

Looks like it's the same as you think, there's a lot of people here.

It's no wonder, since those who dare to venture into the bloodstained trials, how many of you don't want to be the spirits of heaven and earth in the heart? A fire fight is inevitable! After all, each generation and maturation of Heaven and Earth Psychotropics is very limited, and not enough pieces at all.

Han Liyin's gloomy face stood still for a while and thought bitterly.

To see with one's own eyes, the blue man so cautiously disappeared silently from the world without any less attention than his own. And the same thing, I don't know how many times in the restricted corner, which shakes Han Li's confidence in reaching his goal!

I don't know if this trip to the forbidden land is right or wrong. Perhaps, with those two foundation-building dans, foundation-building will succeed, and there is no need to take this chance.

Han Li was discouraged to think that there was a hint of retreat. After all, it was easy to say, but when the shadow of death really overshadowed his mind, he was still a little upset.

A few hours later, Han stood up and left, looking in the direction of his journey, still headed towards the center of the restricted area.

After some thought, Han Li's reason still prevailed. Knowing those thoughts, he was just looking for excuses for his cowardice. So when he got his mind up, he went back on the road.

Han Li did not follow behind those two groups, but made another slight detour, bypassing the way forward, although the route of the two Spiritual Beast Mountains was the latest and fastest.

Han Li was not worried that he could discover himself by his own abilities, but was greatly discouraged by the strange method of beast repelling in Mount Lingxian. Don't know if the other party has special means, find their tail by other means, or be respectful and far away.

You know, in the beginning, with a little cloud wingbird that opens up humanity, he could follow certain people remotely. He wanted to come to Lingzhushan's same kind of driving technique, surely more hidden and weird. After all, they are all fairy repairers, how can the means be comparable among people in the river and lake!

Speaking of cloud wingbirds, Han Li was a little annoyed. When he first entered Yellow Maple Valley, in order not to attract the attention of others, he raised the cloud wingbirds into the Taiyue Mountains to allow them to move freely.

At the beginning, the bird often came back to the owner, Han Li, to ask for some of his favorite "yellow chestnut balls”.

But over time, the number of times became scarce. When Han Li realized his mistake, the bird had completely flew wild, and after one flight, it never returned. Makes Han Li extremely sad. Otherwise, this trip to the restricted area could be useful.

Han Li didn't know that this decision to bypass the past really made him get away with it.

The two men of Mount Spiritual Beast, since their companions left Ulong Tan, each released a large number of colorful moths from one pocket.

As soon as they flew out, these brilliant flying insects scattered away, and the dense numbness of more than a hundred strongholds of inner fabric gradually changed, and slowly coincided with nearby scenery to produce similar colors, which would never be easy to detect without a closer look.

And even if some hearted people discover moths, most of them will think they are natural creatures within the restricted area, without any suspicion.

In this way, these moths become natural outposts for both of them, and as soon as someone approaches their perimeter of alert, they will be immediately informed and able to respond well in advance.

This vigilance network of many insects is impeccable in alarm. It is a great play for disciples of Mount Spirit. Even though some of the other disciples knew about it beforehand, there was nothing they could do to sneak past them.

In fact, Han Li took a big fortune in Ulong Tan. The two of them did not release colored moths in the pool, but only started after they left, otherwise Han Li would never escape their search.

It is not that the two groups have been careless for a moment, forgotten about this matter, but this moth is naturally afraid of the cold, the temperature is a little lower, it will freeze to death, it cannot be said without regret.

And the water in Ulong Tan is naturally heterogeneous, so cold that a large area near the pond becomes like winter, in this scenario, how dare they send out colorful moths to seek death?

Han Li, ignorant of his escape from a robbery, was standing under a strange cliff, looking at the two dead bodies at his feet, silently silent.

A corpse, a black tight suit, a huge body, a large palm, a fine red blood line around the neck, eyes open on the head, full of discomfort, seems to die extremely unmeditative, looks like a disciple of the giant sword gate.

The other, medium-bodied, blurred, most importantly, had no five officers on his face, and had been plunged straight into the back of his brain by a giant sword from the front of his face. The whole person had been nailed to the ground alive, and the blood in his brain had flowed all over the place. But his curly right hand unnamed finger is wrapped around a strange circle of transparent filaments, and in the sun, if nothing flickers slightly.

Han Li, take a closer look at the body of the Giant Sword Gate disciple, boss for a while. Suddenly he lifted his toes and kicked gently at the head with the red line on his neck. As a result, his big head immediately rolled to one side, without any effort.

This man has already been deceased.

Han Li sighed and looked at the other body that didn't need to be identified. Although his face was gone, he was wearing the same yellow shirt as Han Li, but it was a perfect proof. I don't know which brother died in Huang Feng Valley!

Obviously, they both died together!

Han Li looked up at the top of the cliff motionless, but his heart had made a decision, and in his mind, when he met the two, he imagined most of the scene.

Judging by the signs, the men of the Great Sword Gate should be stronger than Han Li's brother.

The blurred flesh and wounds on the corpse of the yellow shirt and the unsweetened look on the head of the black-clothed man show this.

And this unknown fellow brother, although in the downwind, is obviously also a fool, and the method used is the kind of transparent silk thread. He must have taken advantage of the other party's impending victory, launched a sneak attack with this object at the end of the period, cut off the other party's head, causing the man of the giant sword gate to hang up.

But he obviously didn't think that, for some reason, the man in black had the leeway to sacrifice the giant sword in his hand before he died. One sword would be too badly wounded to hide at all, or because the victor who obtained it made the same mistake, the same yellow shirt, nailed to the ground. It led to a brutal death battle without a winner.

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