A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After more than twenty days, the stroke was calm and the thunderous wind was silent, revealing a pair of silver-white wings.

Using Leipeng's bones as the main focus, using other poultry materials as the flesh, and then turning wind thunder power into feathers.

In this way, a pair of wind thunder wings are formed!

Now Spirit Wings, it looks like it's done.

But in fact, the wind thunder force on one long feather has only just been shaped and has not been really solid.

So the three demons led by Fengxi, obviously the magic power consumed most of the time, still poured wind thunder spiritual power into the light shield with a hard scalp, afraid to fall into the abandonment of the previous work.

But at the same time, Fengxi was feeling a little depressed.

He thought that purposefully replacing three drops of spiritual fluid from other demon repairs was enough to prevent too much power consumption.

But I didn't expect that when the wind thunder wings were actually refined, the amount of spiritual power consumed was far more than expected.

Fortunately, in the present situation, it can barely hold up to the end without losing some energy.

Otherwise, the refinery would fail for real, and he would have nowhere to go to buy regret medicine.

Just as this Lv9 demon repair sighed, suddenly a slight unusual spiritual fluctuation appeared in the refinery room.

Though brief and slightly weak, it is extremely pure.

Fengxi's color slightly changed, cold eyes swept past, and finally landed on Han Standing, his complexion dimmed.

Han Li's face changed dramatically and smiled at him.

But this demon stared at him in the cold, with no expression.

“Take it out!” This demon said.

“What do seniors want? ”

Han Li became more reluctant and revealed an unnatural color on his face, whispering one hand into his cuff.

Fengxi's eyes glanced and a hint of cold flashed through her eyes.

Suddenly, he raised a finger without saying a word. A glimmer of white light appeared on his fingertips, gleaming with darkness.

Han stood in front of Falun Front and was stunned at first. But screamed immediately and returned to the ground.

His limbs kept pumping and his face was dark and purple, full of pain and suffering.

“Huh! If you don't want a toast, have a fine!” The colour of the wind flashed past, looking cold at a vial falling from Han Li's cuffs. His face was discoloured, he grabbed it with one hand and the vial instantly flew into his hand.

“Feeling bad about the wind attack, don't you? You didn't have much left of your spiritual power, but now you have a lot of it back. Looks like there's some kind of potion in the bottle. Is Li Daoyou planning to take advantage of our powers to restore spiritual power and escape?” The fistwind beast glanced at Han Li and said politely.

Han Li at this moment, because the demon stopped the spell and was barely standing up to hear it. The instant face is bloodless and looks like it was poked into premeditation.

“You're a little smart. I'd like to see what's in the bottle. Haven't heard of anything other than 10,000 years of spiritual fluid that can instantly replenish spiritual power.” Fengxi looked at the vial and threw it with one hand, muttering.

“Wu never heard of it either. But maybe we just used it.” Standing opposite the poison, he said with curiosity.

At this time, he and the tortoise demon continued to shoot various colors into the bone wings to speed up the curing process of the wind and thunder forces. Although it looks stronger than a tortoise demon, it also loses a lot of power. It's just bitter support.

Windshield heard this, but then opened the bottle cap with a move in his heart.

A hint of pure spiritual energy poured out of my nose!

The demon first glanced into the bottle and then gently smelled it with his pointy nose, revealing a strange colour on his face.

“What is it, exactly?” This time it was a tortoise demon, some of whom couldn't calm down and ask.

“Speak for yourself!” Fengxi glanced at Han and said lightly.

“Diluted spiritual fluid with a drop of 10,000 years of spiritual fluid.” Han Li was frustrated and somewhat unwilling to say.

“What, this is also a spiritual liquid for 10,000 years” the tortoise demon immediately heard the words, and the spirit shouted with great surprise.

Among the three demons, he has the lowest magic power. He is really not confident that he will last, so this is so delightful.

“Well, there's got to be something else in there. The colour is a bit pale and green, and the wood spirit is a little bit more.” Fengxi glanced carefully at this small half bottle of liquid and said with a glimmer of suspicion.

“I put some vintage potion in it, and I'm a wood-attributed kung fu myself, and the more natural wood-spirits I have, the better.” Han Li smiled bitterly and replied very honestly.

Fengxi frowned when he heard the words and tried to ask some questions, but the tortoise demon shouted.

“Brother Feng, still bring the spirit liquid, let me have a sip before talking. As you know, although we can barely support it, it is in the energy of the overdraft itself that it will be repaired afterwards into regression. I have to add some spiritual power.” The tortoise demon feared that Fengxi would disagree, and was a little agitated.

“Of course I know about this, but this spiritual fluid...?” The human fissure beast hesitated for a moment.

“Brother Feng! I sensed pure spirituality in the bottle so far away. It's a lifetime of spirit liquid, yes. Even if there's something passive in this spiritual fluid, do you and I care about poison? Besides, I am a poison eating all over the world. The bottle is so toxic, it can't be hidden from me.” The poison was silent for a while, he said.

It would appear that he likewise does not want to continue to deplete Yuan Qi.

“Oh! I almost forgot about Brother Narcotics' drug genius. In that case, I am a little weak, so I'll split the liquid in the bottle equally. In this way, when this treasure is successfully refined, I will not lose much real money.” Windshield smiled dumbly and then turned his eyes slightly. Then he raised his neck and drank a little more than a third of the spiritual fluid first. I just laughed and threw it at the poison.

As a Level 9 demon, he's not afraid of poisons or anything. But the spirituality in the liquid, but the goods were real, and he naturally didn't want to let go.

Poisonous, but after I took the vial, I didn't say much. Also drank half of the remaining liquid and threw the bottle at the tortoise demon.

The tortoise demon can't wait to drink the spirit liquid and throw the vial away.

Soon after, the three of them all felt the recovery of silk magic, all relieved at the same time. Fengxi's original only doubts were left.

But at this moment, the fierce light of the poison flashes and the rumor of the wind highs:

“By the time Alchemy arrives, this human monk will be of little use. Let me take care of him. A human being standing beside him is an obstacle! ”

As soon as the demon had said this, he glanced at Han Li with a cold glance and saw a sharp killing machine in his eyes.

“Don't touch him for now! Though, in the next few days, wood spiritual qi is no longer required. But be careful. Finish him off when the spiritual wings come out of the furnace.” Fengxi's eyes similarly inadvertently turned on Han and said indifferently.

“All right then. Let this man live for a few more days!” The tone of the poison was a little dissatisfied, but the patient finally agreed.

Han Li only saw the lips of the two demons move slightly, naturally unable to know the exact content of the conversation.

But when they looked at themselves with bad intentions, their hearts guessed a few points, and suddenly they had a cold hair upside down.

His face looked ugly and he thought, suddenly he sat on his knees and closed his eyes slowly without saying anything. It seemed like a bundle of hands were waiting.

The three demons saw this stunned, but they also ignored Han's intentions, and refocused their attention on the spiritual wings in the sky.

And in fact, Han's heart beats upright at this moment.

He is slowly moving the bluebamboo bee cloud sword in his body, emitting a thin, silky, pale golden arc in his body to control them from bursting open. Then, like silkworm silk, the body was wrapped in a layer of dense, numb, evil purgator, Raykins, under the wind of old demons.

This wind power, nature is not that Han Li can now be refined and refined, nor is it that the evil god thunder can be purged.

But trap it temporarily and don't let it seize. Han Li is still somewhat sure of the experience of drying blue ice beads with restraint.

At this time, the tortoise demon recovered a little and a half spiritual power. He was easily continuing to inject spiritual power into the mask. He glanced at the poison, seemed to think of something, and wanted to say something.

But his mouth was only slightly open, but his eyes turned strange.

The tortoise demon law stopped and fell on the ground, his mouth was wide open, but he could not speak at all.

something astonishing happened.

This demon's abdomen instantly swelled strangely.

Then, the limbs of the skull also deformed in close proximity to the drums that followed, as if a demon had suddenly been born inside the body, about to break the skin sac.

At the sight of the poison and wind, his face changed dramatically.

Think of the diluted spirit liquid in the Han Li vial. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)