A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

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To the west of the central area, in a recess where rare herbs are produced. Three fairy fixers are struggling with a three-eyed firewolf. A middle-aged man dressed in a giant sword gate drives a giant blue sword, blocking most of the firewolf's offense, while another elderly man in a yellow shirt and a young man in a grey robe assist the attack from the side, left and right.

Shortly afterwards, the disciple of this giant sword gate took off the wolf's head with a sword and retracted the giant sword, laughing heavenly.

“Brother Meng is so powerful, even these three-eyed firewolves can kill with one sword! Worthy of being a high priest of the Great Sword Gate...” The elderly man in yellow shirt saw the scene and immediately ran up his ass. The words of praise continued, and his face was not red at all.

If Han Li were here, he would recognize that the old man was the courtesy of what kind of alliance of the weak he had been invited to form, but the same teenager he was with was not here, and seemed to have been separated during the transmission.

“Hey, hey! How could I have gotten it so easily if I hadn't assisted Brother and Taoist Lee!” A middle-aged man in black with a giant sword is also modest.

“Brother Mong, you're welcome! Apart from this demonic beast, Mongolian brothers have the greatest Kung Fu. This is immense!” Another young Taoist, though not too old, is extremely sophisticated in his tone.

The middle-aged man in black heard the rumor and a smile flashed on his face, but immediately humbled himself again.

“Speaking of, those other guys who are still fighting and killing, that's stupid! If I knew that I waited for three different doorman, I could work together to remove the demon medicine, I wondered if I would surprise them all off the chin!” The black man suddenly changed the subject and said something like this.

“Isn't that right! This can only be done with the help of my brother! If you didn't give me the analysis thoroughly understand, I'm afraid you and Mongolia are still fighting to make me live!” The Taoist nodded his head.

“Dare not, dare not! Both of you are brilliant people, I'm just telling the truth! There was no need for people to lose their lives in vain for what could never have fallen into my hands. With this time to kill each other, it would be good if you swept away all the rare medicines outside the central area! Besides, it's not a piece of cake to fight these demons!” Hip and smile at the gift, and the glittering tongue of the mouth exclaims.

As soon as the other two listened, it was another blast of fire.

“All right, I'll wait and get my hands on the Dragongrass!" Split them up one by one! ”Still, the man in black was the first to follow Nai's words, and the voice revealed a sense of urgency. After that, he walked towards the red grass behind the body of the firewolf.

After listening to the gift and the Taoist, they looked at each other with a deep smile, and all promised to walk away.

Neither of them noticed that the black-clothed man turned his back on their faces and suddenly revealed a slight negative look, but then disappeared.

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To the south of the central area, a place full of yellow sand, a man and a woman, two disciples of the Moon Sect, are stabbing the sand with ice cones everywhere in a small area, seemingly searching for something.

Half a day later, however, nothing was gained.

“This bitch is hiding out there! When I find her, I'll make sure I dig her eyes out!” The female disciple was delicate and beautiful as a flower, but one mouth was harsh and spicy, allowing the man to hear the cold behind him.

“Sister, forget it! It's almost time to get to the division door. If you don't leave, you'll be late!” The male disciple said with some cowardice that the situation seemed to scare the sister-in-law.

“Humph! It's all your fault, you can't even watch a little girl with ten levels of kung fu, let her slip under our noses! If it gets out, it won't make people laugh. Me and my sister hide the moon's delicate reputation! Shit, how could Master Gate let you be such a loser and be my cultivator!” It was okay for a woman not to listen to a man, and immediately after listening, she scolded him with anger pointing to the male disciple's nose, saying that the male disciple was blushing, but there was nothing she could do about it.

In the end, however, the disciple looked at the brightness and darkness of the sky and still did not dare to truly look for it. After all, she delayed the big thing of the master gate. Even if she was special and depended on the mountain, it was a small thing.

But so she slipped away, and the woman was still a little unhappy. After a few hesitations, she bit her silver teeth and took out a blue flute.

Looking at this fu chuckle, she suddenly threw the fu chuckle behind her, and then people jumped out, until dozens of feet away, and stopped to look back.

And the male disciple saw this, and the dark call was bitter, but dared not to follow it in the slightest laziness.

At this time, Fu Lu has turned into a giant black cloud of dozens of sizes, concealing the harshness and solidity of the sky, followed by a sudden drop in the nearby weather, making it incredibly cold.

Not long ago, from the clouds, from slowing down to suddenly dropping countless bright, oversized ice cones, shortly, inserted this little spot, dense and numb, like a thorn on the cactus.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the clouds gradually dissipated. By this time, the entire sand had cleared up.

When the disciple opened her eyes and swept through the almost untouched sand, she found nothing unusual.

Her hateful face sank, she drank the male disciple without a good temper, and she took the lead and left. And his so-called training partner, naturally follows.

The departed Moon Shelter woman did not notice that a silky red liquid seeped out in a sandy corner full of ice cones, but it was too light, so she escaped the disciple's eyes.

Half an hour later, when Yin Hong had a tendency to expand, the yellow sand here suddenly aroused a circular parcel, and it grew taller and more obvious.

At the end of the day, the sandbag swept violently and rolled out of it a woman in a green shirt with an elongated ice cone on her shoulder and direct blood flow all over her side. Grasping a yellow silk pad in his hand, it glittered and seemed to be nothing.

The woman slowly climbed up, looked at the wound on her shoulder, and the brow locked tightly.

She lifted her other hand and grabbed the back of the ice cone gently. She bit her silver teeth and pulled the ice cone out, hurting the woman to snort, a pair of eyes shed tears, and the wound grunted blood straight out.

She couldn't help but wipe the tear marks on her face and dared not delay. After a busy hand and foot, she pulled a ceramic bottle out of the storage bag and poured some yellow powder over the wound, and the blood immediately stopped pouring out.

After all this, the green shirt woman bent her knee and sat on the sand, motionless. A moment later, she suddenly burst into tears with her hands covered. But because she was afraid to attract others, the woman put the cry down very low.

After a meal, the disciple of Mount Spirit finally stopped crying. She looked up at the empty sand and couldn't help but fight a cold war!

She bit her lip and stood up hard, hesitating for half a day before accepting the direction and falling into the center. At this time, his beautiful face still had a faint tear mark, but at the same time he had a stubborn look that did not match.

This woman was actually the girl who sold it to Han Li's "geranium pen”. Only after she was wounded, she walked alone in the quiet sand, more plainly pitiful and very loving.

After a moment, the girl pressed the wound figure and gradually disappeared into the yellow sand.

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