A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“What happened tonight, I don't want anyone with Mount Spirit to know that your father and son are not very talkative people!” Han Li suddenly looked up and said coldly to the master of the five-color door.

The old man's heart was filled with humility, and he didn't dare even say it.

Han Li stared at the master of the five colours without a word for a while, staring at the other side to reveal a cold sweat before smiling, then shaking his body, disappeared without a trace.

As the old man was in shock, he felt a palm patting himself on the shoulder and suddenly his body was stiff and he turned his head slowly.

Indeed, Han Li stood behind him with a faint sense of purity.

“What can I do for you, Fairy? Little old man must do it.” The five-coloured doorman said with a restless smile.

“Nothing, just wanted to say hello!” Han Li said as usual.

“Greetings?”

The old man was stuck, and some didn't quite understand Han Li's intentions. But then I remembered something in my mind, and when I was in a hurry to change my face, my luck checked my body, and the result was no different, so I relaxed.

At this time, Han Li, no longer speaking, released the Divine Wind Boat, and then people stood flashing on the magic instrument.

After a deep look at the elderly and youth, Han Li sneered, turning into a white light and flying away.

Left behind two elderly fathers and sons who could not touch their heads, and a sophisticated ink ball.

……

Han Lifa stood up against the wind on the instrument, his mouth inadvertently raised a slight smile.

The five-color doorman just now, although he didn't dare to let the people of Mount Lingxi know about his coming, Han Li saw a slight discoloration from his divine color.

In that case, Han Li naturally won't leave a guy with such a deep heart, hating himself in the dark, even if the other person is a mortal.

So he just ran behind him, and the clap of the photograph made his own hands and feet, and a "heartworm” burst into his body.

The worm is very peculiar, thin as a hairless body, almost invisible to the naked eye and can only be perceived by God. But as soon as it enters the human body from the skin, it slowly creeps towards the heart of the human being, close to the vein.

After a year or two, the Chinese recruiter gradually developed heartache and symptoms of sleeplessness at night, and then the symptoms became worse and worse. After a few months of delay, the person would have a heart attack and die, apparently without any difference from the normal myocardial angina. It was a visit from a high-ranking monk who didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't see anything unusual.

After such a long time, they will naturally not associate their deaths with Han Li's hand this evening, and will be able to break away easily.

The creepy worm of this shady man, Han Li got it from a demonic disciple who killed him. I didn't know what it was at first, but I found someone to identify it before I knew where it came from and what it was for. Now it works just fine on a five-color doorman.

In this way, you don't need to be an evil man in front of Mo Yuzhu, but you can also complete your commitment to Mo Phoenix. Han Li thought a little proud.

Until then, Han Li didn't care if he told the people of Mount Spirit Beast what happened tonight.

After all, he didn't hurt the father and son on the spot tonight, and I'm sure the people of Mount Spirit Beast won't come to his trouble because of that little thing. As for the remaining son of the five-color doorman, he seems to be doing well. Hope that Mojo is well with him afterwards.

Han Li thought so, stepping on the wind boat to the west of Jiayuan City.

He also had to hurry to solve the mutation of the soul. Although he did not know what had happened to the soul, he must not leave it unanswered.

More than a hundred miles west of Jiayuan City, it is a large mountain forest. I heard that there are also some venomous snake beasts in the mountains, so rare people enter and exit here, which is probably why the mutated Qu soul runs here.

Han stood at high altitude, looking calmly at the dark mountains below, silent.

Half a mile later, he stroked into the storage bag and the "soul clock” appeared in his hand.

Han Li pinned it on the palm of his hand, then slowly injected his spiritual power into it. After a short while of work, the soul clock emitted pale white light and floated in the sky.

“Go”

Han Li's other hand strangled the Dao Dynasty and quickly threw it into the bell. He threw up gently in his mouth.

So the soul clock shivered, and it rang and flew fast in one direction.

Han Li saw this, showing a faint smile on his face, stepping on the Kamikaze boat and following him.

With this clock, he can easily find a hiding place for his crooked soul with the slightest amount of blood mixed into it. Of course, this clock cannot be too far from the crooked soul. If they were more than a thousand miles apart, Han Li would still stare dry and have nothing to do with it. But now seeing the reaction of this clock, the spirit is really hidden around here, and Han Li naturally rejoiced.

The clock flew straight for twenty or thirty miles and suddenly fell inclined. Han Li saw this, knowing that he had found the target, immediately mentioned the speed, grabbed the small bell into his hand, and then suddenly a layer of blue light appeared, completely wrapped the white light of the small bell inside it.

Han Li knows from Sun Er Dog's words that the mutated spirit can sense the presence of the soul clock, naturally covering the smell of this clock in case it shocks the other party.

Han Li began to look around as he landed silently on this hill.

Although it was dark at night, Han stood as a foundational monk and could still see something blurred, so he ran straight to the point where the bell was supposed to land, and a large pile of rocks went to the top of the mountain.

Han Li walked silently, as covert as a ghost charm. So when he finally saw the crooked soul, the crooked soul was still completely ignorant, sitting on a giant rock, knee-jerking, like a closed-sighted gas refiner.

After hiding behind a mountain rock, he sneaked a sneak peek at Han Li, the cursed soul, and was shocked.

Because he sensed the presence of spiritual energy in the Qi Qing Soul, this is clearly a spiritual fluctuation that can only occur in five or six layers of the Qi Refining Phase. How can this not stun Han.

Han Li remembered very clearly that Zhang Tie could not practise “Changchun Gong” at all, there should be no spiritual root.

“Wait! The failure to practice Changchun Gong does not mean that Zhang Tie has no spiritual roots. It just means that he does not have wood attribute spiritual roots. Can't a crooked soul have other attributes at its root?” Han Li suddenly remembered.

“So there are so many coincidences in the world! The two spiritual roots of none of the thousands of human beings were at the same time admitted to the door by Dr Murray. ”

Han Li was a little unbelievable, but then he thought:

“Such a pity. Because of the different spiritual root attributes, it turns out that you and Zhang Tie are two completely different results. If his missing attribute happens to be Wood attribute, I'm afraid what happens to him...” Han Li thought of it here, and he felt a little scared.

“But how can" crooked souls "practise the basic skills of spiritual power? Is it...”

Han Li seemed to think of something, wrinkled his eyebrows and flashed a hint of chill in his eyes, but still didn't show up, just looking cold at the curvy soul in training.

After the work of a meal, Qu Soul opened his eyes, then slowly stood up and moved his hands and feet.

Seeing as its eyes are moving, it actually looks like there is a god.

But Han Li saw this place, not a little happy color, but shaded his face, his expression hidden some temper.

“Good progress today! It seems that in three or four months, there will be no need to fear the mortal man who has restrained the body.” The crooked soul seemed happy and finally whispered to himself.

A cold voice came from one side just as the "crooked soul” was revealed.

“Your Excellency seems very satisfied with this body! ”

“Who?”

The face of the curved soul changed dramatically, rushing to look out the sound, full of alert color.

At this time, Han unemotionally turned out of the back of the mountain stone and looked chilly.

“Who are you? ”

“Hey, you're a foundation building monk! ”

At first sight, Qu Soul drank and asked, but then found out that he could not see that Han Li's repair was dark and light. He couldn't help but show his fear.

“That's exactly what I wanted to ask you. Who the hell are you and why are you invading this body? You know, this body belongs to a friend of mine, and I handed it to my men for safekeeping. If you don't say a word, it's taken so many years, shouldn't you give me an explanation” Han Li said quietly.

“Is this body yours?” Qu Soul revealed half a letter and half a doubt. His eyes kept spinning at the same time. Obviously, he was wondering what the devil idea was.

Han Li saw this, coldly chuckled, suddenly raised his hand and revealed the "soul clock” wrapped in green light.

“What are you doing?” At first sight, Han Li acted like a frightened rabbit, and immediately leaped back several lengths, his face full of vigilance color.

Although he sensed the existence of the soul clock before, he did not know the exact shape of the clock, nor did he know that the small clock was a specialty of restraining the body, but he subconsciously thought that Han Li was willing to take out a spell to do it.