A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Green dwarf laughed at Han Li instead of being damaged in the thunderbolt of evil.

“Don't be proud too soon, if you are sure to devour a Han Yuan baby, how can you just play with your mouth? If I'm right. You can devour the soul of a monk, but only for a lower order monk. It's pure delusion to devour a Brother-in-law. Perhaps you could have done this before, but now, it's obvious that the mind is not strong enough and can only rely on this devious form. Cut the crap! Try the flying sword first.” Han Li smiled coldly, and a few words dramatically changed the face the little man said, shooting a vicious look in his eyes.

At this time, Han Li had flushed forward and circled the flying sword a little finger, and the twelve flying swords cried out, turning into a luminescent laser.

Green dwarf's face stood still in place, more than a dozen green swords circled around it, the dwarf instantly split his limbs and was cut into countless pieces, which floated gently in the air. Slightly flashing.

Han Li saw this, couldn't help but one.

But then the laughter of "Rolling” came from across the street, and the dwarf's body fragments flashed and came back together.

An identical green dwarf reappeared there.

“Tsk, nice, nice! You must be made of gold thunder bamboo. I don't know why you have so many golden thunder bamboos, but it's so funny to want to hurt me with this flying sword alone. As for whether the granny can only play with her mouth, you'll see below. ”

The dwarf seemed to be completely pissed off by Han Li's previous words. After Yin Yin said these words, he pinched his hands, his body glistened green, and he had to do something about it.

But without waiting for it to succeed, its head sparkled brightly, twelve flying swords simultaneously arc and beat, dense and numb formed a huge gold net under the mask.

“Humph! The younger generation is not dead yet. I didn't say that thunder was of no use to me. Hey, what are you doing?” The girl's voice began to sound a little stunned, but then sharp and panicked.

Because under the hood, instead of bursting open, it contracted instantly, wrapping the dwarf around it and shrinking constantly.

The dwarf didn't see well, his body fluttered green, and he fought desperately to resist, but it didn't help, and then he was wrapped up in a huge golden sphere.

Han Li saw this and couldn't help but smile.

If you want to condense the evil god thunder into a net, this kind of god is kind of the first since the birth of Golden Thunder Bamboo, Han Li founded it.

Because in the past, even if one or two people were fortunate enough to get one or two pieces of gold thunder bamboo, it was refined into a magic treasure, but no one dared to consume it easily without treating their thunder as a killer against the magic of magic.

Moreover, the formation of such a large gold arc power grid, without more than a dozen truncated gold thunder bamboo evil sweeping lightning, cannot condense and shape at all. Even with this thought, there is no condition for this step.

After so many years of driving evil thunder, Han Li has noticed. Apart from the natural restraint against the magic of magic, evil god thunder also has the odd effect of confinement blockade on five lines of spiritual energy.

Whether for the original Shura Holy Fire or for the later wind power, the evil thunder can be used to live and be trapped without them erupting or spilling out.

This unexpected discovery naturally delighted Han Li.

Previously, during the knotting period, he was not able to use the Golden Arc grid properly due to his limitations, so he rarely used it to fight people.

But now that he has been cultivated as a great success, he has practiced the 4th level of the great resolution, and the divine consciousness has risen a lot, there is no longer so much to worry about.

Today, the dwarf, though not known for his origins, is definitely not a flesh and ghost body, resembling a strange existence of the mutation of the Brotherhood dollar.

In this way, Han Lixin tried this technique.

Though the poor little man has heard rumors about Golden Thunder Bamboo., but not at all aware of the hidden characteristics of the evil thunder. Otherwise, it will never depend on the body of a demon baby, and it will be great.

In the blink of an eye, this arrogant little man was captured by Han Li without blowing ashes.

At first sight, Han Li showed a few smiles. Raised his hand, a piece of blue and xia ejected, and rolled the golden ball back into his hand.

“How dare you trap Granny Ben and let me out of here, or I will make you feel better about living and dying. ”

The golden sphere trembled slightly, and there was a scream of anger from the girl, and a thorny ear.

“A soul-pumping soul? It looks like you don't know your situation yet. Please wake up inside.” Han Li frowned and then said with a heavy face.

Then a thunderbolt sounded and the gold arc in his hand bounced again.

A thin path of filament wrapped the golden ball layer after layer, enough to consume nearly half of the demonic lightning stored by the flying swords, Han Li just looked at the gold sphere that had grown a few more turns, revealing a satisfying color.

Then he ignored the mad angry sound of the girl in the golden ball, patting her in the storage bag with one hand, and a white jade box appeared in his hand.

Plug the golden ball box, cover it immediately, and touch a few restraining marks from the storage bag without hesitation on the box.

The sound in the pause box stopped.

Han Li rubbed the jade box and restored normal color to his face.

He measured the loss of his soul and became a living, dead, short, fat monk, with an emotionless fireball ejected, turning it into ashes.

Afterwards, he flew hastily towards the town.

After a little while of work, Han Li slowly appeared in the inn. Since then, he has stopped going out and waited for his birthday.

Shortly afterwards, Yuan Wu Guo Xin discovered with dismay that the infamous‘ Peng Yi Double Murder ’who had taken treasure for murder in the dispersion had evaporated from Yuan Wu Guo without any indication. No one has ever heard of them again.

The emergence of this scenario naturally represents the demise of two people in the immortal cultivation world.

After the news spread, Yuanwu dispersed for a while clapping fast. Some say that they offended the immortals and were exterminated. It was also said that the two people's reputation was so bad that they were finally cleaned up by the high passers-by, and the rumors were flying.

……

The kingdom of Tianluo, far from Yuanwu, is home to six demonic nests.

And the mountain of Qi Ling, in the west of the kingdom of Tianluo, tens of thousands of miles long, the mountains are dangerous, there are countless wonder insects of various spiritual beasts in the mountain, it is precisely the mountain gate of the royal spiritual sect.

And as soon as he imprisoned the demonic baby dwarf, in a pitch-black stone house in Mount Qi Ling, suddenly an angry old man roared.

“Who, who imprisoned the Woody Spirit Baby! Somebody, contact Yuanwu's Royal Spirit disciple. If, within three months, there is no escape to Woody Spirit Baby, they will be punished with both counts of suicide thanks. Also, be careful not to let Magic Flame Gate notice this. ”

The old man in the house, though furious, was told to keep things in order.

“Yes, Uncle. I'm going to order it.” A steady male voice sounded outside the stone house.

“Take it easy! In addition, Yunzhi and Liu Yu were asked to personally visit Yuan Wu Guo. She is both a Wood Attribute Spiritual Root and the best combiner of Wood Spirit Babies. If you're closer to a spiritual baby, maybe you can sense something. But let her be careful. Being able to imprison spiritual babies is certainly quite resourceful, and they are not at all capable of fighting it. As soon as I find out who the Spiritual Baby is locked up in, I will personally meet this person for a while.” The old man suddenly commanded again.

“Yes, I will personally ask the two sisters to come forward. My nephew quit first.” The man outside answered respectfully.

Then the footsteps sounded and gradually went away.

In the stone house a deep sigh sounded, silence silent in the darkness.

……

In the giant fortress completely concealed by purple mist, today the paying homeowner is heavenly, it can be called spiritual trembling, the red light is full, regardless of any descendants in the family, the appearance is extremely friendly, which is often spoiled by some minors who have seen the long and harsh face of this family.

It is also sad that the birthday of the 400-year-old ancestor will soon arrive. As the oldest monk of the family, the two guardians of the Magic Flame Gate, will come here today to wish him a life. This is one thing that will make Fu family look bigger again.

Fu's younger generations naturally didn't dare to have any sloppiness, they all tried their best to keep busy in the fort. Don't let the old ancestors lose face on their birthday.

After a short spin in the fort, the ancestor also seemed very satisfied, accompanied by several younger generations, into a hallway of the fort.

“Qing 'er! Hasn't the Magic Flame Gate guest arrived yet? You're not going to be able to pay for it, are you?” Ancestor Fu of the eagle-eyed purple robe leaned against a master chair in the hall and asked slowly.

Sound is not loud, but full of dignity. Worthy of being such a thriving man who will pay his family for a hundred years.

“My ancestors, the grandchildren of the Magic Flame Gate have already sent a message to the disciples of the clan. This time he and Mocha will definitely come to congratulate his ancestors personally. I'm sure it'll be here in a couple of days.” A white monk, in his forties, stood up and replied without daring to show a hint of laziness on his face. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)