A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Looking down at the huge clock, Han Li single-handedly flushed the front flower basket ancient treasure, gently, the white air of this object instantly shot over his head.

At the same time, over the giant bell, a dull bell sounded.

It's not loud, but Han Li is headed down towards the bell mouth, but his head is sinking and his figure almost fell.

Again his most hateful audio attack!

Han Li shouted in his heart, but did not dare to slacken an ancient treasure in the air.

The light flashed and the original flower basket appeared in the white gas.

This flower basket then slipped around, spraying white daylight, curling the silver clock, and pulling it up into the blue.

Silver bells have not been so good since then. They emit eye-catching silver flashes around them. The ringing of the bells kept ringing. But Han Li listened because he was wrapped up in a white gas group. Although he was still a little uncomfortable, he finally couldn't stand as steady as he had just been.

That's when Han Li stopped ignoring the two ancient treasures on his head and looked back at the man across the street.

The six young lords who had been calmed down by the divine colour were thinking about the scene where the true magic incarnation had just been annihilated by the Golden Arc. After the divine colour moved, they stared at Han Li.

“Clear the Evil Divine Thunder! You own Golden Thunder Bamboo!” Wen Tianjin's voice was filled with anger.

Apart from rumours, besides the evil thunder of Parker's magic trick, he can't think of any other arc that can have such a counter-artistic ability to instantly destroy his true demonic incarnation. Golden Thunder Bamboo, this thing that once caused a violent storm in that year, appeared again, and it was also refined by the person opposite it into a pharmacopoeia, which really shocked the six people.

Hearing Wen Tianren scream out the name of the evil god Thunder, Han Li's color slightly changed, but after a sneer, the color of the god on his face remained unchanged, only to prompt the flower basket magic treasure on his head, want to collect the silver clock before talking.

Wen Tianren saw the scene and naturally knew that she was right. Her face turned slightly white.

As the first legend of the monastery, his knowledge of evil lightning is far from comparable to that of ordinary monks. This Thunder is even more unscrupulous.

And after seeing the Six-Pole True Demon Gong, there was no power to fight back under the thunder. He knew that the rumor of this thunder's restraint on demonic work had no exaggeration at all. The other party's possession of this thunder would be enough to abolish his eighty-nine out of ten demonic magic tricks.

Wen Tianren took a deep breath and looked at Han Li, who stood faceless. Her face was shady and resembled water. There was a slight uneasiness in her heart.

He felt invisibly that the person opposite seemed to be his destined enemy in his life. Not only did Fidelity not come under him, but after possessing the evil thunder, Death restrained his work. He must not tolerate this!

“Whatever the cost, we must not let each other leave the island alive today. Golden Thunder Bamboo can only be completely relieved if it is in your hands.” Wen Tianren looked at Han Li and began to harsh his heart.

At this time, the colorful girl standing further afield was stunned by Han Li and Wen Tianren's string of spelling treasures.

When Han Li drove the phagocyte, the girl had guessed Han Li's true identity. Naturally surprised!

The district hasn't seen it for decades, and Han Li's repair jumped from the early to the late stage of Khmer, making the woman a little unbelievable. But then she thought that the rumored void seemed to be in Han Li's hands, and there was some relief in her mind.

But even so, the woman did not like the battle between Han Li and Wen Tianren at first. She thought that Han Li would support a moment and a half at the most, and would defeat greatly. But it never occurred to me that Han Li actually took the upper hand when the fight came to this point. Especially when Han Li's pale gold arc came out, he broke Wen Tianren's magic work, which shocked the colorful girl, and felt that her brain was not very good to use.

Clear Evil Divine Thunder! She recognized the origin of the gold arc almost before Wen Tianren recognized it.

Because she handed it to Han Li herself. But now it's 10,000 years of gold thunder bamboo? Did Han Li get new Tianlei bamboo materials from somewhere else? The only answer this woman can come up with.

This colorful young lady is naturally the Purple Spirit Fairy after the farewell to the Temple of Heaven.

This woman's face changed dramatically, she actually mixed with Wen Tianren, and looked somewhat reluctant. I don't know how many more stories there are!

Now, Purple Spirit Fairy's teeth bite tightly, her eyes stare at the distance without blinking, hidden feeling that this battle seems to be going on.

Wen Tianjin saw that the silver clock was about to be put into Han's flower basket. Finally, the divine color moved, and the golden ray between the eyebrows suddenly burst out, and then the substance stretched.

In the blink of an eye, a small and delicate unicorn burst out of Wen Tianjin's eyebrow. It's golden and brilliant, and it's filled with incomprehensible deep Oracle. Instead of a little magic, it's filled with pure spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

Looking at the other demon's different unicorn, Han Li's eyes slightly squinted, and his heart was full of Rin.

Two giant blue swords, one finger away from him without thinking, struck two more ways to go out.

After a huge blue sword buzzed, it disintegrates and reappears into more than twenty small swords. These swords were then prompted by the law of sword shadow spectroscopy, once again hallucinated three swords out, and then did not go back into the backward crowd, and flew to Han Li's side in the blink of an eye, dancing in front of him in an uncertain circle, and laid a protective appearance.

“Okay, good! Didn't expect to push me to this point. I thought that no one in the world would be my opponent during KOTAN except for the old ones in Yuan Baby Years, but now it seems that there is some arrogance sitting in Guan Tian. But that's fine. It's my luck to see you now. Otherwise, when you enter Yuan Baby Years, trying to destroy you will be much trickier.” Wen Tianren turned a blind eye to Han's behavior, and instead said a faint serenity.

He had an extra golden horn between his eyebrows, as if he was full of confidence. The original hidden panic disappeared without a trace.

Han Li's face was silent, but his mind swept past each other long ago.

As a result, Wen Tianren did not undergo repair surges or other strange changes, except for a strange angle on the brow.

Han Li frowned and raised a slight suspicion in his heart. He became more alert.

He didn't realize that the words he had just said were just false words. This golden horn must have some kind of ghost hall in it.

Without waiting for Han Li Xin to solve the confusion, Wen Tianjin across the street, one by one, emitted eight blocks of golden flame from the sleeve.

These golden flame fists are small, glorious and eye-catching, spinning around the warm sky beneath them.

See what comes out of each other. Han Li sighed and got a little depressed and burned.

He knows very well that, despite the treasures he possesses, he is absolutely one of the finest of his fellow Brothers. But compared to each other, it must be more than one shot. After all, it is naturally easy to get some treasures in order to take advantage of the other party's distinguished identity as the master of the Alliance and the first legend of the monastery.

He can't go on fighting each other's treasures, he has to figure out a way to either trap them or kill them.

Han Li did not know that, when he thought so, the same thought appeared in Wen Tianren's brain across the street. He was also somewhat frightened of Han's endless means. Therefore, at this moment, he no longer used other treasures, directly spreading the assassins of the pressing boxes, the eight groups of gold flames coming out.

At this moment, when the flames were extinguished, eight pure golden ancient mirrors emerged. These mirrors are palm-sized, smooth as water, with a hidden golden flow on one side, and wrinkly, uneven and ugly on the other.

Han Li saw the scene, and his eyes flashed in different colors. Hiddenly he felt like he had heard of these ancient mirrors, but didn't think of them for a moment.

“Eight Gate Golden Light Mirror!” A shock came from behind Wen Tianjin, then “Ah”, the sound stopped.

Han Li suddenly swept his eyes, it was the stunning young girl who covered her apricot lips with one hand and looked at the golden antique mirrors with amazement.

“Eight Gate Golden Light Mirror?” Han Lili thought about this somewhat familiar name and suddenly remembered the strength of these small circumstances. He chirped in his heart and the whole person went straight down.

“Since my girlfriend has called out the mirrors, I'm sure you know how powerful they are. Now you can die without regret!” Wen Tianren turned away slightly and glanced deeply at the Purple Spirit Fairy, turning back and coldly said.

He had a golden horn between his eyebrows, gleaming, and a slim golden light burst out, shooting into the nearest mirror to him. And then he jumped right into the mirror next door.

Eight rounds were ejected between the eyes, after each ejection, the golden light grew a little, and when it ejected from the last golden mirror, the golden light had become as thick as an infant's arm. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)