A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The door to the refinery room has been closed for three years.

One day three years later, when Han Li quietly came out of it, the demon dan had become a variety of rare dan drugs.

In the first two years, Han Li naturally devoted his time to refining Dan medicine based on Grade 5 Demon Dan.

Though these dandrugs are of little significance to him today. But any one of them that falls into the hands of the foundational brothers is absolutely ecstatic and dreamy.

After the refining of these dandelions, Han Li's application of alchemy finally added another layer.

After all, even a true Alchemy Grandmaster would not have had the opportunity to use so many demons to squander the exercise at will.

Ordinary Alchemists can use 30 or 40 Demon Dane Alchemists in their lifetime, even if it's a big deal.

Even with the refining method of each Dan drug, the difference is not small. But there's always something in common that Han Li can learn from.

In this way, after this many rare alchemy refinements, Han Li Alchemy has been raised to a level higher than the rumored Alchemy Master.

As a result, Chengdan rate naturally improved a lot when Han Li used Grade Six or Seven Demon Dan.

Han Li is delighted!

Otherwise, with the rarity of Grade 67 Dan, even Han Li can't afford to waste it easily.

After refining, Han Li rested for a month.

In the meantime, Han Li made a few more trips to the bug room, looking at the three colored phage bugs in the two bug rooms and the previously unevolved phage bugs.

While in the Alchemy Room, he had the puppets feed the neon grass of these two phage leaves on a rotating basis.

As a result, a very bad news appeared against Han Li.

The trichromatic phagocytes, while taking care of the neon grass correctly, seem to lose the special potency that can irritate them, without any unusual changes after eating.

At the beginning, Han Li thought that the effect of neon grass was so insignificant because of the short time and the number of golden worms.

So suspiciously, he now has hundreds of trichromatic phagocytes specially fed on the grass to observe their habitual changes.

But after a few feedings, these phagocytes, like before, did not react in any way.

This bores Han Li for a while.

Now he can conclude that neon grass really loses its curious effect on evolutionary golden worms.

Although I don't know what kind of Xuan machine is in there. But there is no doubt that he has now lost his way of advancing the rapid reproduction of trichromatic phagocytes.

These beetles are missing one by one!

Now he had to go back to the old way and let the puppets feed the neon grass to those golden and silver unevolved golden phages.

Now these golden phagocytes are getting more and more irritable, and it looks like it's not far from the next reproduction.

After handling all this, Han Li re-established his mood into the closed room.

With the assistance of a variety of Dan medicine, he intends to first cultivate the Eighth Layer of Qingyuan Sword Technique, so as to impact the mid-term situation of Knot Dan.

Sitting on a futon in a secret room, Han Li stroked a well-prepared bottle out of the storage bag.

Then poured out a red dragon's eye Dan medicine, one hand into his mouth, his head swallowed.

Feeling the slight onset of fever in his abdomen, Han Li silently remembered the sword technique of the eighth layer and slowly closed his eyes.

……

Time is ticking, years are ruthless.

Han Li painstakingly practiced sword magic in the cave, and time passed unknowingly.

This process of constantly taking Dan medicine and transforming it into spiritual power is extremely dry and dull.

Fortunately, Han Li thought that the kung fu method was complete, so that he could have the strength to protect himself. In this mind, he didn't feel bitter.

Fifteen or sixteen years.

Han Li finally broke through the bottleneck in the middle of Knot Dan and fixed the eighth layer of Qingyuan Sword Technique.

He was excited, but didn't rush to leave immediately. Because he still has most of the Dan medicine in his hand, he will naturally not stop refining it.

Hence, Han Li, who had just entered the middle of Knot Dan, forced himself to calm down and continue cultivating the ninth layer of sword technique.

The ninth layer of Sword Technique naturally does not have the upper layer, and it is difficult to score.

Spring comes in the winter, fall through the summer solstice, year after year after year.

The door to the closing chamber remains closed. Everything in the cave also began to lay a thick layer of dust.

As if it were here, it gradually became an ancient tomb ruin!

……

It was a calm morning in the sea near the fog sea, with some early risers hovering at low altitudes, occasionally making a few sharp noises, all surrounded by peaceful scenes.

After a moment, there was suddenly a bright flash of light on the far side of the sky, followed by several green and red lights, and the wind rushed towards this side of the fog sea.

After a while, you can finally see the figure in the distant light. Three women and two men and several brothers rushed this way desperately.

Among them, apart from one middle-aged man in his forties, who was a foundation-building master, the other four were also between the ages of 17 and 23 and 4, extremely young!

These men flew this way in panic, looking backwards from time to time, as if something was chasing them.

In the blink of an eye, these men flew near the fog sea.

“Uncle Sun! There's a mist ahead. Let's get some rest inside! Otherwise, don't wait for those things to come after you. We can't support it first.” One of the five young women in yellow clothes, aged only 15 to 16, said some asthmatics to middle-aged people.

This young girl has a round face, big black eyes and a fat baby look, and she looks very pretty and cute.

But at this moment, her face was sweaty, pale, and she looked like she was about to lose her powers.

“This…”

Middle-aged men and women were stunned when they looked at the other three men and women and found that their situation, although better, was not strong enough to go anywhere.

“All right. Go back to the fog and walk away. Even if they get away with some distance, they can't stop chasing. Better be cautious. We're so caught up. We're so alive.” The middle-aged monks hesitated to look backwards before barely answering.

That prompted all the young men and women to show their joy.

Their cultivation was so shallow that they could fly here without stopping, it was already so hard. Even if they knew that staying was dangerous now, they could not care less.

The direction changed and flew towards the fog sea.

“The fog here is so dense, maybe we can stay here and hide the tracking of those guys!” Another coarse young man in his twenties, soon after entering the fog, said with surprise.

“Don't be paranoid. Though I don't know how they can chase us tightly. But this is by no means a little bit of sea fog that can deceive the past. Fly down to see if there's a resting place like a reef down there. Using a sit-down method, you can reply faster.” The middle-aged monks refuted without courtesy. Let the coarse young man blush slightly and take the lead downwards.

Others naturally do not dare to fall behind.

“There's an island here!” A moment later, the yellow girl suddenly shouted in surprise.

Needless to remind the woman, several others also looked at the fog-covered islands clearly and couldn't help but look at each other.

“There won't be any other monsters here, will there?” A young nun with a plain blue dress got a little scared.

“There shouldn't be any coincidences, and we can't care less. Quickly return to the island!” Middle-aged people were also a little hesitant at first, but then made up their minds.

Others saw it and never said much more, landing on the island.

“There seems to be good spirits there, where are we going to fight!” As soon as the middle-aged man landed, he released his senses and sensed the situation on the island, followed by a finger of surprise.

He is pointing in exactly the direction of the island's only small mountain range.

Those men and women could not help but thrill when they heard the words.

Then the middle-aged monk took the lead without saying anything. Four other male and female monks followed in haste.

The ability to restore some more power today could spare them a stroke. Nature will not let go of this rare place of spiritual roots.

After a while of work, a few people arrived on this small green mountain range.

Find a small low mountain peak, hold a soul stone in each hand, and start impatiently kneeling, absorbing the intense spiritual energy in its vicinity.

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