A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Looking at the bloody hand inserted in his abdomen, Hu Moon's eyes opened and his face was full of unbelievable expressions.

“Bang bang”, blue bandan was pinched to pieces, then bone hands disappeared.

Hu Moon groaned, as the bone hand pulled away, the human flesh fell to the ground, the blood continued along the cave, the bloody air filled the lobby for a moment.

He is still alive, but he is at a moment of retention.

Golden green and stone butterfly shouts, bursting sounds, Fabao's whistling sounds came into the ears, lifelong experiences were more like walking horse-watching lamps.

Chilly life at a young age, the joy of the family when the root of the spirit was discovered, the helplessness of the heart master sister when marrying others, the temper of success of the knot, the sincere desire to condense into the great ambition of the Yuan Baby, all this seems to go away with the cold of the hands and feet...

But Hu Yue wasn't very happy!

He refined three flying swords, usually only released two to kill the enemy, and the third never left.

Because the third flying knife is made by some kind of secret method. Although flying out of injuries is very powerful, it is definitely far more than the common law treasure in psychic protection.

Besides, he spent a great deal of time cultivating the treasure, which had recently been refined to the point of spirituality.

In the face of other people's sneak attacks, even if he doesn't give the order, this treasure should be able to sense others' killing machines, automatic protection is right!

“Unless you sneak up on him...”

Hu Yue finally remembered something, some of them undying with the ultimate human energy barely twisted his head slightly, finally saw everything behind him with the corner of his eyes.

A white shadow is chasing Jin Qing closely, and Jin Qing is wrapped in a bunch of silver rays to escape, and releasing his magic treasure constantly bombarding each other, seemingly terrified of the white shadow.

On the other side, Han Li et al. were trapped by a lot of black gas, except Han Li had an extra red drawing shaft in his hand, and countless fist-sized firecrackers were flying out of the shaft, surrounded by a huge ring of fire, constantly impinging on those black gas to keep them away.

Qu Soul and Stone Butterfly stood firmly behind Han Standing.

The blood shield around the curved soul releases purple flame continuously in both hands, breaking off the black gas that rushes into the fire ring.

The stone butterfly, on the other hand, holds a white round bead, shining brightly, which makes the occasional black gas leaking out of the net dare not approach its circumference at all, but still reveals a panicked look in its eyes.

Hu Yue didn't care about black qi, and he took a hard look at the white shadow that chased Jin Qing.

It was the white skeleton that had been dead for years. It just emits white fog around it, and the body jumps extremely flexibly. Still looks a little dead.

Hu Yue smiled miserably!

It's ridiculous that a knotted monk was implicated in the skeleton of a dead man.

Along with this self-derision, Hu Yue's mind became black and fell into endless long sleep, except that the colour of self-derision remained at the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, Han Li was gloomy and constantly looked around.

Earlier, as Hu Yue was sneaking up on white bones, a large cloud of shady fog suddenly flew out of the nearby walls, trapping several people all at once.

But thanks to Han Li's early preparation, he opened the axis of the painting he had just received without hesitation, and as a result flew out of the painting many fire-born spiritual birds.

This surrounding body is surrounded by demonic fire, in the form of a “fat yang bird” of ordinary swallows, which Han Li has seen in a book in detail.

Born in the midst of sparkling fire, they specialize in eating all kinds of ghosts and are famous for their scrotum stars.

It's just that this bird has long been extinct from the fairy world. The axis of the painting only seals a fraction of the spirit bird's essence and only releases the "Fat Yang Bird" body.

Though these identical to the true “fat and yang bird” look, the power can be different from heaven and earth!

Otherwise, these black ghost fogs should not only be temporarily dispersed, but should be devoured.

Han Li is not too worried about these haunted fogs. Whether it's Green Bamboo Cloud Swords or Gold Phagocytes, you can easily break them.

He was somewhat disturbed by the haunted mist owner who was still hiding beside him.

And as for the white bone, he also saw it clearly. There really is no such thing as a puppet being manipulated. It's just that this white bone is a little strange. It was bombarded more than once by Jin Qing's Fabao, and it's still safe. Looks like there's something else in it.

Han Li was thinking that there was a ghost sound that seemed to be discontinuous.

The creepy voices of these people, not male or female, sharp stinging ears, make people listen to the blood roll, unstable mind.

Han Li Xin Yilin suddenly opened his mind and covered the entire lobby. At the same time, his fingers gently bounced, and two green swords appeared in front of Han Standing, slowly spinning around Han Li.

“What kind of demon pretends to be a ghost and doesn't show up yet?” Jin Qing seemed upset by this ghost sound and suddenly drank in anger.

The sound was not loud, but the whole lobby was buzzing. The ghostly voice actually stopped responding.

Not only that, when Tafa Bao knocked down on the white bone again, the white bone fell under a blow and was no longer adult.

Jin Qing is surprised and surprised!

At the same time, the ghost fog that had stranded Han Li and others sounded and quickly retracted into the surrounding walls.

Han Li was very surprised! He doesn't think that Jin Qing's shouting can have such great power.

At this moment, the stone butterfly behind Han Stand turned around and took the opportunity to rush towards the cave steps behind him, winking and walking up the steps.

Seeing this scene, Han looked unemotionally, but Jin Qing's face changed dramatically, and his heart was infuriated.

How dare this woman escape?

You know, even though the stone butterfly is weak, the jewel in her hand obviously has restraint over the haunted fog, so she can't just run away.

To think of this, Jin Qing should drink this woman without hesitation.

But then, the mutation starts again!

The stone butterfly running up the stairs only took two steps, a flash of green light flashed on one side of the stone wall, a terrible ghost claw unmarked, this claw ten fingertips, all green. Inserted into the nun's chest at an unseen speed.

The stone butterfly screamed, desperately urging the light of the jewels on his hands, trying to break free.

But the ghost hand seemed fearless. Instead, the dark ghost appeared from the ghost claw and wrapped the stone butterfly inside.

The woman's crying stopped.

Then a skinny, bone-dried corpse was thrown out of the black gas. Right in front of Han Li and Qu Soul.

Han Li looked down at the dry corpse with no flesh and slightly blue complexion.

Jin Qing had long been bloodless, but he grabbed Baiyin Fabao tightly and kept looking to his right.

“Hey, hey! This seat needs a proper body. Which one of you three is going to give it up?” Around the hall there was a chilly laugh, and the voice was filled with disdain.

After listening to this, Han glanced at the cold light and suddenly again extended the painting axis in his hand. Many firebirds flying outside him flew back into the painting axis like milk swallows. Then Han Li's face was shaded and his hands were squeezed.

“Push”, a giant “fat yangbird” with a long length flew out of the drawing shaft, and the flames around him were brilliant. After circling over Han Li's head, the twin wings flew toward a stone column in the lobby.

loud bang.

When the giant bird was about to hit the column, the green light flashed, then a black-gas python flew out of the column and hit it with the firebird.

Firebirds spit white sparkle, strange python spits dark cold air, and a battle of python begins in the lobby.

“Tsk! I didn't expect that there would be others in the long-lost psychic exorcism in the turbulent sea. Looks like this seat really underestimated you.” As the voice fell, a strange shadow slowly emerged from the pillar.

Han Li and Jin Qing look at each other!

This is a turquoise shadow, luminous and luminous, blind to the true face, wrapped around a couple of dark, foggy straps with rough arms, and eyes as red as a drop of blood.

After this strange shadow swept over Han Li several people, Han Li and Jin Qingyu felt the chill behind them and seemed to see through everything in their mind. They had to look at each other and see the horror in each other's eyes.

How much pressure does the other side put on the two of them by relying solely on their eyes, which means that the other person can be repaired far more than the two of them. Is this person not a former infant monk?

But looking at the strange shadow, it doesn't seem like a living person, but more like a ghost charm.

But if he is a ghost, how can he speak so clearly and without the slightest loss of mind?

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