A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Jinbao's inspiration is much harder than ordinary charms. That's why Liu Jing asked other people to protect him. He didn't want to end up like that miserable sister. Therefore, after releasing a yellow circular device around himself, he was truly relieved to sit on his knees and inject magic into the firebird's true treasure.

The red flagella, the red light began to rise on Liu Jing's palm. The more flexible and joyful the flagella bird in the flagella danced, a pair that can jump out of the flagella at any time. It seems that when this bird-shaped fly out, it is the moment to stimulate success.

Although Han Li was not clear on the ground and the ice demon, he also understood that these same doors were another means of implementation, and he was relieved when he was at heart. He was most afraid that those same doors would leave because of cowardice, and then he would say nothing to get it from the Dark Shaman.

Since there was no need to distract him, Han Li's mind naturally returned to the opponent in front of him. Using his mid-term foundation repair as a way to make this smoke move, but it is still a huge burden for the body, and this rapid battle can no longer be delayed, and it is necessary to take a full risk,

Han Lisi thought of this, one hand waved silver sword shape flashing, pressed the ice demon to breathe, the other hand silently pulled something out of the storage bag with his finger, tightly wrapped around the unnamed finger.

After doing this, his eyes flashed, his hands merged, and the sword in his hands opened up. Suddenly, the most ferocious thing with a sword was to cut off his head. The sword was fierce and far faster than all the previous attacks, so that the ice demon's heart was pounded, hurriedly reflexed backwards and raised the crystalline ice claws to meet each other.

“Ying” sounded clear, the ice demon laughed coldly, and with this blow, it flew faster. The distance between Han Li and Han Li was about to be pulled away, but Han Li's face showed a hint of irony.

Just as Ice Demon saw that his mind was uncomfortable, Han Li loosened his sword hand and suddenly pulled back.

As a result, the ice demon's backflighting momentum stagnated unnamed, and then he could not come to Korea himself. At this time, Han Li regained the sword in his hands and put out a knockout momentum, with no expression on his face.

Ice demon saw this great shock, hurried to struggle, but it was too late, his person blinked in front of Han Li, saw Han Li's silver sword slightly trembled, countless dense and numb silver flashes instantly passed, and then the two bodies appeared under the moon at the same time. Only Han stood with a sword, and the ice demon fell to the ground.

In this scene, Song Mong and others who were watched in the air were very nervous.

Ice demon wobbled and stood up, staring at Han's back, smiling on his face, just trying to say something, suddenly the divine color solidified.

A series of crisp cracking sounds came from the ice demon's transparent body like cold ice, and countless fine cracks appeared. The cracks between the eyes became long, and the ice demon as a whole turned into a pile of crystalline ice scum on the ground in the cracking sound.

In the crystal clear debris, a complete claw stretched out half way, and the sharp tip of the claw remained cold. It is also the only thing that can be rapidly cut from Korea without any damage.

Han Li glanced coldly at the shattered ice demon, then looked up at the three bloodier cocoons and wrinkled his eyebrows.

He waved silently and pulled, and an ice claw flew straight over.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, it is hidden that there is a clear thread of silk between Han Li and this claw, which is the fatal cause of the death of the ice demon.

Han Li, while dealing with him again, manipulated the transparent thread on the nameless finger, silently wrapped around each other's claws, pity his demonized ice body became transparent and hard, but also lost its sensitive touch, which Han Li easily obtained and died on.

Han Li looked down at the ice claw and hesitated for a moment before throwing it away.

Although he knew that the ice claw could harden the silver sword refined by "Silver Essence” without destroying it, it must be an excellent material for the refiner, but when he thought that it was originally man-made, he still felt the fur in his heart, he still couldn't overcome the knot of his heart to put it away.

He walked a few steps over to the body of the ice demon, scratched a few random strokes in the ice slag with a silver sword, picked out a storage bag and a sword, and took a quick look and carefully closed it. Then he flew to the sky without a sound, and he wanted to see what these same doors were all about to do, and the three blood waiters immediately turned out.

Han Li was not clear, just as the ice demon had just been killed, in a secret room under a false mountain, a middle-aged man with pure white eyes suddenly opened his blood-red eyes and muttered to himself:

“Is the Ice Demon dead? Fine, save me from doing it later. ”

After that, he closed his eyes again if nothing happened.

And he was lying in front of the skeleton of a wrapped bone, looking at the thin bone, it seemed that with the exception of the laminar skin, no flesh existed, and from the clothing on his body, he was a monk of Huang Maple Valley.

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Han Lijun arrived in the air, but had not yet spoken, Song Mong several people rushed over, each side of the praise with astonishment, even the words and deeds carried a hint of awe. And that “Snow Rainbow“ Sister ”'s dual cultivation partner, two eyes slightly reddish full of gratitude.

Han Li was slightly modest and was puzzled when he pointed at some puzzling symbols on Liu Jing's hand. He asked puzzled.

At the moment, one person told Han Li about “Jinbao”, which made Han Lixi unexpected, completely relieved.

Of course, Han Li has also heard about Jinbao. I just didn't expect this Brother Liu to have this treasure, and now he still needs to use it. Generally speaking, this is a life-saving means at a critical juncture.

Unlike Liu Jing's experience, Han Li and Liu Jing naturally cannot experience the complex mind of Liu Jing and the kind of suffering and loss.

For Han Li, it doesn't matter what other people look at themselves, as long as it doesn't touch their own interests, it won't be less sweaty.

Of course, Han Li would be happy to make a good impression on others if he had the opportunity to do so without any effort. But to maintain this impression is to use treasures like "real treasure," which would kill him without doing such a stupid thing.

However, this practice by Liu Jing really touched Han Li a little, even questioning whether his previous opinions were wrong. Is there really a "good man” in this world who doesn't even care about himself to get rid of evil?

At a time when Han Li was feeling a little ashamed, suddenly a roar came from below, and his voice was filled with bloodthirsty slaughter.

Han Li and others couldn't help but look down.

Seeing only one of the three bloody cocoons has begun to expand and deform continuously, as if the blood waiter inside was about to come out.

Han Li Min Yilin seems to have to fight another blood waiter first, buy this brother Liu some time!

When Han Li was about to take action, a calm voice came from behind the crowd.

“Brothers, step aside and let me destroy these three demons. ”

Han Li hurried back to look at the sound that made everyone's face happy.

Only Liu Jingzheng looked at them with a smile. On the palm of his hand, there was a small, lush red bird that kept flying around, so cute. The original hot air nearby disappeared without a trace.

“Is this the original shape of the real treasure? ”

Han Li looked at the red bird with some surprise.

“Thank you all for your protection! ”

Liu Jing slowly stood up and flew to Han Li and others. Then, in his astonished eyes, he did not hesitate to gently blow the bird in his hand with his mouth. The red bird immediately flew out of Liu Jing's palm and gently flew straight down.

At this time, the already changed cocoon below, ”Pfft" squeaked, but it actually cracked open automatically, walked out of the inside of a green light wrapped demon, and saw that its shape was very similar to the semidemonized shape of the ice demon, only the color turned dark blue.

The face of this demon is clearly distinguished by the Qing Daoist priest, but at this time his face is full of madness, as if his mind is a little confused.

He shouted twice and looked up at the lightly flying red bird. His figure stagnated. The madness on his face was actually one of restraint, revealing an extremely fearful look.

Immediately he panicked and looked around, suddenly the blue light on his body took off, wanting to walk away.

But at this moment, the red bird “La La La” burst into the shape of a flaming giant bird the size of a stronghold, and then two wings, like a transient movement from a dozen lengths away, suddenly appeared behind the demonized blue print, with the pointed red mouth slightly pecked. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)