A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li's face was nervous and his eyes didn't blink at each other's moves. He held the red and yellow wolf's head tightly in his hand. At the same time, the silver flashed behind him, and the two silver and white wings floated behind him.

“Eight Gate Golden Light Mirror! How could they have something like this?” Han Li mouth corner, had to show a slight bitter smile.

When he remembered the history of the object, his first thought was that he could never take the treasure hard.

Fight this legendary treasure hard, he will only do this stupid thing unless his head is broken!

This “Eight Gate Golden Mirror” is the ultimate magic treasure to destroy a generation of star palace lords. It was once accompanied by a monk of the Gong Tong Xuan, who shook the whole turbulent sea for centuries. And this monk, who fought the entire star palace force without falling into the wind, was the first monk of the star sea, the real goods.

And he could have been so famous, most importantly, of course, that the "heavenly mirror scattered" was so tall that it crowned the entire star sea at the time. However, the power of his magic treasure, the "Eight Gates of Golden Light", is also well known to the passers-by. Even then, it was known as Starsea's first attack treasure.

Numerous monks who died in the mirror, even Yuan Baby Monks, were buried here by as many as five or six. See the terror of this magic treasure!

Of course, Wen Tianren's eight mirrors were definitely not “heavenly glasses scattered” back then, they were just reproductions made.

Because with Wen Tianren's cultivation, it is impossible to cross the order to master those tremendous magic treasures. I'm afraid once you breathe that magic treasure into your body, you'll be overwhelmed by that powerful power.

Otherwise, if it is genuine, Han Li would not want to slip away immediately. The idea of confrontation cannot be raised at all.

But even in the face of this greatly diminished reproduction, Han Li did not have the slightest idea of stiffness. After all, the name of the first attack on Fabao in the Starsea was really scary. If it doesn't work, he's ready to take advantage of the speed of the wind thunder wings to avoid its flashes.

He still had some confidence in the speed of thunder in the wind, so although he was nervous, he didn't panic.

At this time, on Wen Tianren's side, after the rebound of the last golden mirror, the golden light gathered into a group of skull-sized golden light, suspended in the air in front of his chest, and suddenly the tiny flash continued, as if it would burst at any moment.

Wen Tianren shook the ball without hesitation, and the ball ”snapped“ and immediately flew over his palm.

Wen Tianren held onto the light ball with one hand and glanced at Han Li opposite him. When his eyes fell on the wing behind him, his face flashed with a strange colour, but then disappeared.

At this time, the Purple Spirit Fairy standing behind him looked at the golden horn between Wen Tianren's eyebrows and looked at the silver wings behind Han Li. He felt that his mouth was dry and his face was full of complex looks.

The struggle between the two really opened her eyes, it was not comparable to ordinary monks at all, and now both sides have made a great move, obviously to divide birth and death.

In this tense atmosphere, the woman couldn't help but hold her breath and stare silently.

I'm afraid she's the only one who knows who she wants to win!

Wen Tianjin did it!

He suddenly slapped the golden glow in his hand across his chest, then gently patted it on his other hand. After the two palms clacked together, the light bulb broke open, and countless thumb-sized light balls splashed out, but one of the weird ones blew into the eight little mirrors.

At the same time, the golden mirror glowed and trembled for a while, spraying eight thick golden light columns out of the mirror.

Almost at the same time that these columns were firing out of the mirror, the next moment they arrived in front of Han Li, quickly changing the color of Han Li as well.

The sound of “puff” came continuously.

The outermost layer, dozens of swords illuminated by sword shadow spectroscopy, immediately became nil at the moment of contact with these columns. Even the body of the bluebamboo bee cloud sword, flushed by these golden lights, after the blue light of the body flashed, no fighting power was struck out, and the golden lights could not be stopped.

The five rows of giant rings in the back flashed, but slightly blocked the moment. But then there was a mourning sound, Caixia flashed, and the giant ring collapsed in front of Han Li's eyes and turned into countless powders.

Han Li's face showed a horrible expression, while his heart felt a little sad.

These five-line rings do not play much of a role against the cultivated monks, but against the lower-order monks, they are unprecedented and very handsome. What a shame!

Seeing these incredibly sharp golden lights breaks through the gigantic ring and reaches the last layer of the mask.

Han Li sighed slightly, and the thunder behind him rang together. After the wind thundered slightly, the person disappeared from the spot. And eight columns of light passed through a hole from where he had stood!

The next moment, Han Li suddenly appeared at another altitude dozens of feet away. At the same time, the thunder sounds come back and people disappear again.

Wen Tianren saw this, first a flash, but then his face changed and he remembered something. After the flash of fire under his feet, a man “flashed” backwards and flew out, turning his eyes to another place not far away.

At the moment of his first departure, Han Li appeared just above his original position, while the blue sword flashed on one hand and his face was a little surprised. Later, however, he was not politely seen again in the silver light of "Boom Boom Boom Boom”.

Wen Tianjin did not flee this time, but the golden horn between the eyebrows once again emitted a golden light, and the eight small mirrors flew at the same time. Mirror face down. As the golden light flew into one side, the eight sides whispered simultaneously, and countless pieces of golden light sprayed out of the mirror and fell wildly around it.

As a result, Han Li's figure appeared more than ten years behind Wen Tianren. Countless golden lights immediately rolled up and trapped Han Li's death in it.

Han Li's face changed dramatically. He hastily pushed the wind and thunder wings behind him, but he was in the golden light. His figure was like solidification, and he could not move at all.

Hence, Han Li thought and didn't want to wave his hands, two flying swords shot out of his hand, looking at the surrounding golden light, and he chopped it. The golden ray doesn't move.

Han Li's heart was heavy, and he hurried and opened his mouth. A golden arc with rough fingers erupted. After the golden light flashed slightly around, nothing happened.

At this time, the golden light and the protective red and yellow mask interwoven together, the mask began to shake and seemed to be intruded by these golden light holes.

Han Li's pale face suddenly waved in his hand, spiritual power injected into it, the original yellow and red protective glow mask, and then the color began to change. After a moment, it actually turned into a bright silver color. Suddenly those golden lights will never be able to move any further.

Wen Tianren did not show an unexpected expression. Instead, his face flashed, his hands pinched and his eight small mirrors rushed to the top of Han Li's head. The golden light burst into eight groups of golden flames appeared on Han Li's head.

At this time, Wen Tianren's face showed a solemn colour, his hands constantly stamped with all sorts of complex fingerprints, while the voice of a low and sinister spell appeared in his mouth.

Then he opened his mouth, several groups of sperm blood sprayed out successively, and every time he sprayed out, his face was pale. When the eight sperm blood sprayed into the golden flame, his face had become incredibly pale and he could not see a trace of blood.

But the eight groups of gold flames, instant fire, multiplied the power.

“If you die under the rumored flame of the Golden Light, you will die. With your magic, you can survive in the flames of God for a moment or three, even if you are capable.” Wen Tianren glanced coldly at Han standing in the mask, Yin Shin said.

Then he stopped hesitating to point a little towards the sky, and Han Li's eight clusters of gold flames suddenly fell.

Han Li was immediately submerged in a fierce golden flame.

Wen Tianren's figure swung, turning into a golden light flying over the flame and sitting on his knees.

Then, he put a strange hand print on his hands, and the golden horn between his eyebrows shot a hint of missing gold thread, flying directly into the flame below, joining the golden light around Han Li's body, while slowly closing his eyes.

Han Li in the flame, then he calmed down, staring at the surrounding golden light and the surrounding golden flame, the thick color of his face.

When this golden flame appeared, his spiritual power came out of him five or six times faster. Otherwise, the silver mask will instantly become unstable and about to collapse.

In this way, the other party wants to use this golden flame to drain his spiritual power before purifying him alive into ash.

If he hadn't learned how to strengthen the shield of the wolf's head when he was overseas, he would have lost his life instantly.

And the power of this golden flame seems unusual. Although it is not as powerful as the dry blue ice flame, much less comparable to the holy fire of Shu Luo, it must not be beneath the dead fire in the very shady sky. Han Lixin is analyzing the magnitude of the power of gold flame. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)