A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After listening to Han Li's confident words, he saw Han Li take out a green charm and sit with her eyes closed. Chen Qiaoqian and Weiwen Zhong also took out a red and yellow charm from the storage bag without a word, and the same dish knee excited it.

Chen Qiaoqian's brother and Song Mong smiled bitterly at each other. The two of them did not have much of their own charm. Although Chen Qiaoqian's brother had a blue charm left over from a couple, he had just arrived with little knowledge of its power and utility, and naturally he would not take it out and use it for half his life. And Songmont's grey gun, Fubao, ran out of power after the end of the Ice Demon War.

So, the two of them simply stood next to Han Li and others, and protected the three of them.

At this time, the Emperor, trapped in the sky, seemed to realize that he was crashing like a headless fly, not a way at all, and stopped to float in the air.

He bowed his head and sank.

A moment later, the Vietnamese Emperor suddenly raised his head and pulled off the gold crown on his head, his long dark hair fluttered and swept down the wind, covering his half face, lined with the blood on his body, appearing more and more mysterious.

He took a deep breath and suddenly crossed his wrist with sharp nails, left and right, a lot of blood burst out, all blended into the surrounding blood, the bright red blood suddenly darkened, the instant turned to the dark red color.

Now the smell of disgusting blood, even if Song Mong and others so far apart smell one or two, slightly change their complexion, but there is no way, can only watch the enemy continue to practice.

Seeing that the blood color of the surrounding body had been converted, the more the Emperor opened his mouth, sprayed two red flavors on his wrist, not knowing what the spell was, the two deep wounds immediately stopped bleeding, and gradually faded away from the red turn, but the face of the Emperor was obviously pale and bloody.

Then his face flashed, reaching into his arms, a bald black knife handle appeared in his hand. This knife handle is not too big, about half a foot long, but dark, extremely old, and very eye-catching.

But the Vietnamese Emperor held the object in his hand, but he looked cautious, as if it was not a dead thing, but a dangerous thing.

His eyes stared at the handle and his mouth began to whisper the spell.

The spell is not loud and bitter to understand, but in that slow and extreme voice, there is a hidden atmosphere of wildness that spreads away, making people feel an ancient feeling.

“What's he gonna do?” Song Mong looked at the scene from a distance below and was shocked, he asked consciously.

“I don't know, maybe doing some powerful spells!” The same door beside him, equally unable to understand the contents of the spell, said somewhat worried.

Although neither of us knew the intentions of the enemy, depending on the circumstances of this man's self-inflicted bleeding, we also know that the Vietnam Emperor had some dogs jumping at the wall, trying to be fatal.

Just as the two Song Mongolians were restless, the more royal the spell, the faster the rhythm, the thicker the barbaric atmosphere.

The red light flashed in the eyes of the Vietnamese Emperor, an astonishing scene appeared.

The knife handle suddenly burst out of a black light in the spell, floating in an empty space under the wrap of black light, until it rose to about a foot high above its head before it could be suspended.

The more the King sees this, the more cautious he becomes. A strange handprint was formed in the extreme skill of both hands, causing a black ray of blood to appear in the surrounding light, which quickly drifted towards the handle as soon as it appeared.

At first, these black filaments were just a float or two, but not long ago, a dozen, dozens, or even hundreds of filaments began to emerge from the blood, all rushing into the knife handle like moths.

In the blink of an eye, this knife handle is wrapped in dense, numb black wire wind and rain, and after a peristalsis it condenses into a small stained bloodstream.

The knife handle is completely wrapped inside it.

And if you look closely at this stain, red in the dark, it emits a strange light. After you see it, you actually have a strange feeling of sucking people's souls into it. It's really strange.

But the Vietnamese king in the hand stamp saw this scene, but showed joy.

When he scattered his fingerprints and was about to use another method, it had stopped the black blood of the peristalsis, but it emitted a bright black light, and again the intense peristalsis began to roll for a moment, swelling for a moment, and appeared extremely unstable.

Seeing this scene, the joy just revealed by the Vietnamese Emperor vanished from sight and instead showed the colour of fear.

He turned his head back in panic and looked around, looking back at the bloodstream, the color of fear on his face deepened a few points!

But immediately his face revealed a resolute color, shouting several deep spells, then bite his tongue tip hard, a bite of blood along with a little bit of tongue tip crushed meat, all sprayed onto a deforming bloodstream.

The black bloodstream, sucking these aliens into it, immediately stopped deformation, and dazzling lights dimmed.

The Vietnamese Emperor saw this, still uncomfortable windmill strangled more than a dozen laws and smashed them all in one breath. And the last glimmer of light on the bloodstream dissipated.

The Vietnamese Emperor was relieved at this time, and after the sperm bled out, his face suddenly aged in his teens and looked unbeatable.

But now he couldn't care less about anything else, but he did it at random, and the blood on his body split a lot of blood suddenly pounding on the bloodstream, while the low voice sounded again, just because his tongue was missing, he was actually a little speechless.

Seeing the black bloodstream of the outer covering blood, the gradual deformation stretched, and after the end of its last spell, the black knife handle reappeared, turning into a true long knife composed of black blood, emitting an astonishing amount of blood.

Seeing this knife reveals fanaticism on the face of Vietnam.

He no longer hesitated to reach out and grab the knife handle and hold it in his hand, waving with his hands, without any power, but he revealed a divine colour of satisfaction.

Deeply looking at the knife, the royal wind burst into a long wave, even the man with the knife turned into a huge blood group, suddenly rushed to the bamboo forest below, making Song Mong and others who are closely watching this side of the country greatly nervous.

At this point, Han Li opened his eyes with cold eyes and stared at the downward fluttering bloodstream.

Earlier, Han Li, although he was pushing the boulder in his hand below, with his powerful sense, had always mastered each other's actions.

But when the black blood knife formed, Han Li had wandered around his senses, and was immediately forcibly absorbed by the black blood blade. There was a great rush to devour it all. This shocked Han Li and hurriedly retrieved the divine knowledge. Fortunately, the suction of the blood loss knife was only the act of the object itself, and the Vietnamese Emperor did not preside over it, so he easily escaped and immediately returned to the main body.

But that's it, it also scared Han Li into a cold sweat. If God really sucked by this evil knife, he wouldn't know what the terrible consequences would be!

Now that Han Li knows how powerful this knife is, he is more confident in the hastily fabricated "Reverse Five Lines Formation”!

After all, the Lei Wanhe of the Knot Dynasty said that it was not easy for him to break the original set of “upside down five rows". This new, more powerful formatter, though incomplete, is now replaced, but he is not convinced that a foundational monk can break it for a short time.

Therefore, his eyes were opened, but he was still not in a panic.

Just as Han Li's mind turned, the blood on the Vietnamese Emperor had hit the five colors of Xia Guang, and suddenly a huge “squeak” and “squeak” pressure sounded, Xia Guang easily blocked him from it.

But the Vietnamese Emperor, prepared in his heart, smiled on his face, his hands suddenly held the black-blooded knife, fiercely facing Xia Guang is a knife.

A tsunami came up from this knife, and then the blackness flashed, and this knife actually emitted an astonishing black knife of more than ten lengths “, stabbing” a sound, Xia Guang was actually cut open a large chunk. Exposed a wide channel.

The Emperor saw the joy in his heart, and he rushed in without hesitation. At the same time, the black light of his hands kept flashing, and people really rushed into the light of summer.

“Ah! How is this good?” Song Mong immediately panicked and lost his voice.

The other one, though not speaking, looked much better and was equally full of anxiety.

“Don't panic, that Xiaoguang is just the first layer of protection, I'm not so broken this time!” At this point, Han Li's faint voice rang in their ears. Suddenly let them cheer up and calm down.

At the same time, however, they were greatly surprised that this Han brother still had the leeway to distract from the propaganda while driving the charm. It's amazing!

At this time, the Emperor, three times five divided by two, broke out more than ten lengths of the light layer, and a clear look at Yellow Maple Valley and others below, naturally also saw Han Li several people driving the situation of Fubao.

When he immediately smiled in the shadow of his face, he flashed and went first to Han Li's height, gently waved the black blood knife in his hand, more than ten long black knife flash, his head chopped off.