A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Uncle Huang showed satisfaction when he saw the crowd crush all of Jade Jane.

Then, the yellow light flashed on his hand, and a small hammer measuring about a foot appeared in his hand. This mantle is snowy, but it emits yellow light that makes it impossible to see what is embroidered on the mantle.

“I will cover the tracks of your nephews with wind and cloud, and then wait for the enemy to come and attack them unexpectedly. ”

After saying this, Master Huang shook his hand gently, and countless milky white fog instantly emerged from the halibut. In the blink of an eye, a huge white cloud of dozens of feet wide was formed, covering Han Li and others in the cloud.

Han Li waits for the founding brothers, and is surprised and surprised!

Don't look at the thickness of this cloud, but somehow, in the cloud fog, they don't feel a little blurred, it's a great place to hide!

Therefore, under the middle-aged man's method, huge cloud clumps led everyone to fly rapidly to high altitude. In the blink of an eye, they mixed with other white clouds, and they could not distinguish each other at all.

Han Li sees this, how dare you speak!

Although his magic instrument "green flame” can also illuminate the fog, it cannot be compared to this “wind cloud flame”. Not only is it narrow in scope, but it can only be used on itself, and the same door enters its own blue fire poison fog, I'm afraid only the poisoning part.

Thinking about it, Han Li had to look at Uncle Huang.

Seeing him in the middle of the cloud, he sat on his knees with his eyes closed and his body motionless. But beside them, two other foundational monks stood behind them cautiously, seemingly as their guardians.

Han Li shrugged for a moment, but then understood what the other party was doing and was searching for enemy tracks with his divine sense.

And with the intellect of a knotted monk, the movement of a hundred miles around can sense one or two, right?

Han Li saw this, also sat on the Kamikaze boat to raise God, for a while in the war, but it was extremely dangerous! And the soul stayed motionless behind, looking like a loyal servant.

After about an hour, the middle-aged man who was closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly:

“The enemy has arrived. We are more than two miles away, and we must reach over their passage.” After saying this, the gentleman flew away with a cloud of mist without a word of greeting.

The people in the fog naturally did not dare to leave the fog, all the magic power was fully open, the imperial apparatus followed this Uncle Huang.

Han Li saw this, but wrinkled his eyebrows. On the way to flight, he took out the giant silver sword and threw it at the curved soul behind him. Although I don't know what the usefulness is, it would be nice to add a little more combat power.

“Here it is. The enemy is almost here. Everybody get ready!” A moment later, a huge cloud reached over the so-called Must-Sees Road. Uncle Huang ordered without courtesy.

Suddenly, people lit up their magic apparatus and desperately put protective spells on their bodies. The light of all colors shined on each other.

Han Li took two blue-red, two-tone balls from his body and gently touched them.

“Bang” squealed, a thick smoke of green and red, emerged from both balls, quickly surrounded Han Li, and turned into a huge cloud of blue and red with a diameter of five or six feet wide, allowing Han Li's body to completely disappear into the cloud fog.

Han Li used the “green fire" to form a cloud fog protection, and stunned other nearby doors. I don't know what Han Li meant.

Han Li did not think about the other doors, but one hand held the tortoise shell device, the other held a common blue flying knife and did not take out the oolong to take it out.

Han Li knows exactly what he's doing! For him, the lower the attacker, the better. Only in this way will it be easier to escape after a sneak attack without being targeted by a hot figure.

The time passed quickly and the blink lasted half an hour, but there was still no sign of the enemy.

Most of these people are a little anxious and impatient, so they can't help but look at Uncle Huang.

The middle-aged man was similarly full of doubt. After a brief thought, he said slowly:

“Don't rush, I'll search again with my mind! ”

After that, the man sat down again. But before he really started to act, suddenly there was a loud rumbling rumbling sound on his head. At first, it was an intermittent sound or two, but it soon sounded the whole heavens and the earth, and it became a piece of cake.

Everyone looked up to the sky in a frightened hurry, and the result was a change in the face of Brother Huang Maple Valley.

When the sky was red, all the clouds on it turned into deep red burning clouds and rolled like lava, producing an upside down berm, that huge bursting sound, in fact, was a ruptured sound of a berm.

“What is this?” Han stood by one of the people, shouting in horror.

“Be careful! This is an intermediate high-order spell called" The Art of Fire ". Each drop of lava above is equivalent to a blow by a monk during construction, and if he can't resist, he will turn to ash.” It was Uncle Huang who spoke, but his face was very ugly.

Obviously, they wanted to ambush someone, but they were ambushed by someone else.

“Then run, I don't want to get hard on this thing!” Another person said in panic. Speaking of which, as soon as the flying magic instrument under his feet lit up, he wanted to run away.

“It's too late. The method has been completed, and it cannot be escaped from the scope of the spell. On my command, everyone form a joint shield!” Master Huang's eyes flashed a cold light, unquestionably harshly commanding.

Hearing the uncle say this, the others suddenly realized in a hurry to join forces and released a huge mask in a vast blue light.

Almost at the moment when the shield was just formed, this intermediate high-order spell in the sky finally began to rage. A drop of deep red lava, about the size of a foot, fell straight and hit Han Li et al., below, but the newly formed shield easily stopped.

But this is just the beginning, and countless lava starts falling like rain spots, and although most of them have fallen empty, a lot of them have fallen on the mask, which instantly stirs up a large swath of red and blue light.

And the crowd was fine at first, it was more than enough.

But as the lava drops faster and denser, Han Li and others' spiritual loss accelerates as well, so that people can't eat it for long.

The blue light on the shield gradually weakened.

But fortunately, the spell came quickly, and when the shield crashed, the “art of fire" ended, and the burning clouds of the sky dissipated instantly without a trace. This is a great surprise for the Huang Feng Valley!

But as soon as their happy faces emerged, they immediately stalled.

Because sometime, more than a hundred monks appeared silently around. These are those who surround them secretly, and look at them with their gaze, and behold, it is they who are the Six of the Magical Sects.

Yellow Maple Valley and others are furious!

However, the group of foundational monks did not appear in the knotting period, which greatly relieved Huang Maple Valley.

Though it must have consumed a lot of energy, there is a knotted monk who should not be afraid of each other.

“How do you know where we are? I can't hide my mind from you!” But Uncle Huang was so gorgeous that he drank and asked.

“I can tell you that! ”

From heaven came a lazy and delicate sound, which gave Uncle Huang a heartbeat, eager to go.

Only one man and two women were descending from the sky.

A man with white hair and dry skinny bones, as if a gust of wind could blow. But the woman is as bright as a flower, her waist flutters her buttocks, and she moves without moving her soul.

Han Li slightly swept over these two people, his heart clamored bitterness, but at the same time there were two brothers of the Knightaman period, this is a big trouble.

“Pink Skeleton?” When Uncle Huang saw the two, his pupils suddenly shrunk and asked solemnly.

Then, without waiting for the other party to reply, he suddenly swayed the clouds and the white fog dissipated. Han Li et al. also showed up.

Uncle Huang faced strong enemies and naturally couldn't take care of Han Li and other nephews.

“Hee-hee, I didn't expect this Daoist to recognize both of us! That's not fair. You know where we are, we're strangers to friends. However, I heard that there is a cold ice guy in Huang Maple Valley, and there is a Pharaoh named Feng Yunhuan, which is interesting. Is that your honor?” The demonic woman smiled and said, as if there was no hostility at all.

But seeing this woman smile like a flower, Uncle Huang is cold, just staring at each other without a word.

“Really no fun? Kill him!” When the woman saw Uncle Huang like this, she threw her little mouth slightly aside and suddenly said her face changed.

“Well, if you want him dead, I will naturally help you!” The skeleton said after a smile.

Meanwhile, Uncle Huang's voice sounded in Han Li's ears.

“As soon as you do, break through. Running a few counts. ”

Uncle Huang's voice has no feelings.

(We're still in a low fever, we can't survive this night! We can only give you the code word tomorrow after the fever. I hope you'll forgive me!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)