A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Well, things have been settled. The three of you do what you have to do and go. Leave me alone, old man. I have to study the chess game's gains and losses.” The boy shook his head and said to the other monks. Then he actually lowered his head and looked at the chessboard before he got up.

The old man in grey clothes and others dared not slacken his mouth to say yes.

Then Brother Yellow took it and walked out the hall through the other door.

“I really didn't expect that Baidou is..., Brother! Did you know about this beforehand?” The middle-aged monk of Baiqiao Court couldn't help but sigh as soon as he walked out of the stone hall.

“I don't know, Senior Blue just said to deal with a few things here, how dare I ask?” The look on Brother Yellow's face is also not very nice.

After listening to this, the middle-aged monks stopped asking questions and shut up.

After a young disciple, he experienced what he had just done, and he dared not talk casually.

In some dull atmosphere, Han Li waited for a dry man to pass through a long corridor, and after a turn, was taken to a light yellow stone door.

And in front of this door, a beatle-disseminated man sits there on a disk that doesn't move.

Although the face of the person cannot be seen clearly due to the disfigurement of the hair, the person's hair is gray and never too young.

When Brother Yellow met this man, he showed some respect on his face.

“Brother Wei, try the sword convention disciple I have brought. Should we let them in now? ”

“Now that we're here, let's go in. The alcohol seemed to spill a little later than expected, and these disciples waited a little longer.” The pimp said faintly that the voice was surprisingly steady and deep.

Han Li glanced at this person and swept quickly, his eyes flash with a cold light.

This hairpiece monk is a late knotted monk and is already in the realm of false infancy at its peak.

This makes him pay more attention to this person!

The old man in grey clothes heard the voice of the discloser, his face revealed a certain excitement, a few steps forward and backward, the voice slightly trembled.

“Brother Wei, are you... are you okay? ”

This man is a monk of the clouds!

“Brother Woo. Haven't seen you in years, you're a little old.” The Beatle-disseminated monks sighed and said softly.

“Brother, why are you...”

“Well, you and my brothers are still here to see each other. Don't talk about what happened back then. When I came in here, I took a venom oath. One day doesn't condense into a baby, one day doesn't go out of the mountain. Besides, I also know from the two uncles that everything in Zongney is well managed by Brother Feng. I have nothing more to worry about.” The guardian said calmly.

The old man in grey clothes heard that the colour was a little dark. He tried to speak out and asked the words and swallowed them back into his stomach.

“A few brothers will wait a moment, one or two, and I will ban the opening and allow several to lead the team into the Holy Land.” The guardian stood up and flew out of his sleeve a law shooting at the yellow stone gate, which suddenly broke into two silent pieces.

Before Han Li could see clearly what was inside, he felt a pure spirit pounding through the door.

Sure enough, that's where the Spirit Eye Tree is.

However, his heart compares slightly, the purity of this spirit is never under the balls of his spiritual eye, and even triumphs slightly. It is truly the finest of spiritual eyes.

Led by the elderly, Han Li and others walked into the door. A huge bell milk cave suddenly appeared in front of me.

Hundreds of yards wide and twenty and thirty yards tall, this cave is like walking into the underground world.

More surprisingly, there is a bell milkstone column on the ground of varying sizes, forming a natural stone forest that surrounds much of the cave as dense and numb as a small maze.

Han Li looked closely and saw that there was a white spiritual flash between the columns. At first glance, he was banned from inside.

Han Li was just between his thoughts, and the old man with his hair had taken several people to the edge of the stone forest, his palms flipped, and an additional palm-sized white antique mirror.

Thereafter, the old man's words were silent, raising his hand and spraying a white light column from the mirror, directly into the stone forest in front of him.

“Pfft” came, and the pillar of light was like a mud ox entering the sea, and there was no sign of it in the forest.

The old man then closed the mirror and stood tall with his hands upside down.

Some young disciples were in a strange time, and the ground began to tremble slightly, and then a scene appeared in which the lower-order brothers stared.

Size stone columns emit milky white glow at the same time, then a large yellow ray rose from the forest, some stone columns in front of everyone, and began to move their eyes. When a young disciple awakened from his gaze, Shilin had separated a straight path.

Seeing this scene, Han Li Shenzhen slightly moved, but then looked normal.

Along this trail, the crowd easily walked to the center of the stone forest, where they finally saw the legendary Spirit Eye Tree.

“Is this really the Tree of the Spirit Eye?” Han Li was a little speechless looking at something a little tall in front of him.

This straight, thin, pale green arm says it's a pebble column, and I'm afraid most people will believe that it's not at all reminiscent of Tree Union.

However, the entire cave's incredible spirituality did come from this creepy “stone column”. And outside the stone column, there is a light gold mask that covers everything from the top to the root. Just look so careful, this tree of spiritual eyes should be fake!

Although Han Li's belly was full of defamatory remarks, the old man in grey clothes and other monks saw the tree, but his eyes caught fire. If a monk can practise directly under this tree, I'm afraid he can shorten it by half as long as he doesn't encounter bottlenecks.

Han Li did not notice how long the Spirit Eye Tree was, his eyes swept down and fell on a jade bottle under the Spirit Tree.

The bottle is about half a foot tall and thinly thick, with a hint of the medicine he is familiar with.

Is that what Han Li thought when he formulated most of the "Ming Qingling Spirit Water”?

Others consciously stopped walking long distances from the trees of the Spirit Eye.

Only the old man with the hairpiece walked forward with no hesitation, and that light golden mask seemed to have no effect on him, letting him walk in with nothing on it.

The old man walked a few steps to the Spirit Eye Tree, circled around it for two laps, lifted one hand, and put his palm in the middle of the Spirit Tree. Then slightly activated the spiritual force, the green light flashed at the fingertips of the five fingers.

Others outside the mask saw this, although most did not know what the person was doing. But I couldn't help but hold my breath and fear to disturb the Brother of Hair.

Half a dozen years later, the old man shaking his head slightly retracted his five fingers, and the green light flashed away and disappeared.

“The alcohol in the spirit tree is not yet the best time to take it, and we have to wait another three or four hours or so. Until then, you will be sitting nearby for a rest. I will first complete the final dispensing of Ming Qing Ling Shui, just wait for the drip of alcohol.” The old man turned his head and said calmly.

“Everything according to Brother Wei!” The middle-aged and yellow-coated monks nodded, saying that the old man with the Yu surname had no other opinion.

Hence Han Li and other young disciples, at the behest of several knotted monks, sat on their knees at the center of the stone forest. Or close-eyed god-rearing, or toner practice.

On the other hand, the old man with the haircut lowered his head and grabbed the jade bottle under the spirit tree. Then he threw his sleeve randomly, and suddenly the pale golden light shield emitted a dazzling light that no longer allowed anyone to see anything in it.

Seeing this situation naturally doesn't matter to others, but Han Li frowned and suddenly darkened from the caller Lingyin Moon.

“Brother Han, why did you call me?” The voice of the Silver Moon came from a relaxed source.

“I remember your mastery of earthwork and your ability to sneak into that mask from underground. Don't do anything, just take the root of the Spirit Eye Tree and take it out of me.” Han Li faintly said.

“Brother Han, for a moment, I will use the body of Ling Ling, try and return. ”

As the phrase exited, the silver moon immediately turned into a fist-sized mini wolf, entering from the unwittingly drilled ground beneath Han's feet.

Han Li's expression remained unchanged, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a pair of positive looks set.

Suddenly Han Li frowned and suddenly his eyes slightly turned, making it difficult to detect that he had fallen on Da Han Du Dong.

This person sits in the corner of the crowd with a stubble neck stamp that does not move, as if practicing in Tuna.

In this scenario, Han Li's mouth flashed, implying a hint of cynicism. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)