A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“What, you recognize me?” Han glanced at the strange light and looked at the old man in black and asked lightly.

“No, I'm mistaken. How can you recognize a senior?” The old man in black was caught in a cold war by Han Li's ice-cold gaze, stuttering hastily to deny it.

“Wrong person!” Han Li touched his chin as if he believed the old man. Instead of looking away from the old man, he swept away at several other people.

The man in grey clothes looked at the old man with a bit of confusion. Although he was equally surprised, he was now in danger and couldn't care less. He just wanted to say some more nice words to Han Li, so he took advantage of the opportunity to slip away.

Han Li said slowly without waiting for him to speak again:

“Since you are Brother Ghost Gate and have discovered a trace of Han, consider yourselves unlucky. Your lives have been accepted!” At the end of the sentence, Han Li fainted into the shade of the cold and threw his big sleeve. More than a dozen blue swords emerged from his cuffs. These swords swept out of their cuffs and swept against the wind, turning into as many as 30 or 40 lanes and swept away at the other couple of people.

When Brother Grey heard Han Li's voice, he knew it was bad. Waiting to see Han Li's striking hand, his face was pale and bloodless.

Naturally, he would not stand idly by, his unintended figure slipped away, countless black gas suddenly emerged to protect his body, then one gold, silver and two forks of flying out of the black gas, turned into two golden and silver monster pythons, blocked by black gas. Meanwhile, Brother Grey desperately pushed the method, turned into a black smoke and fled backwards, ignoring the death of several brothers of the elderly black shirt.

Those spiritual monks were shocked. Except for the elderly, the rest of them were swept down by the blue sword. Their heads were different and they had no power to resist. As the elderly were panicking, Han Li then bounced, a fine blue silk caught in the sword, instantly shot into the elderly, and the other side immediately fell over.

Han Li saw this, no longer paying attention to the elderly, glanced down, looked at the monk in grey clothes who had escaped to more than one hundred places, his mouth hanging a slight smile.

He pointed a little at those swordlights, and then more than a hundred green lights gathered together, turning his eyes into a huge blue giant sword, and then he threw up a "go” in Han Likou.

The giant sword made a low buzzing sound, shaking, turned into a ten-length green rainbow, at an incredible speed, instantly caught up to the black smoke, and the dazzling blue flash burst out.

Brother Grey screamed, whether the gold and silver monster python of the fork, or the protective black gas of the kung fu, under the blow of a giant sword, the ashes of the smoke extinguished. Even Brother Grey himself turned into a bloody rain.

Han Li recalled Fabao, his eyes sinking, and he returned to the unconscious old man.

Thinking about it, Han Li's one hand lifted without false thought, the old man's lean body “shrugged”, sucked into his hand, the blue light flashed, the other hand rudely pressed on the old man's head.

After enough time for a cup of tea, Han Li's hands lit up together, and the old man turned into flying ash in the flame, disappearing without a trace.

“He is a deserter of the Jolly Sect. Dong Xuan! I didn't expect her to get knocked out, but why send someone to see me is a little weird.” Han Li floated in the air with his hands floating backwards, showing a hint of surprise on his face.

The origins of the elderly in black shirts are a little complicated. Originally, he was the next disciple of Hehuanzhengmen, because he had made a big mistake and violated the rules of the door. Fearing to be purified by the soul, he changed his head and fled under the ghost gate. He has been hiding until now.

Han Li naturally doesn't care about these things. Han Li was surprised that the old man had served under Dong Xuan Er for some time before. Dong Xuan Er had become Jindan and sent him and some other Huizheng disciples to look for Han Li for some time. Even let the elderly and others venture into the Nine Kingdoms and secretly look for Korean tracks.

At that time, Han Li arrived early in the turbulent star sea, which naturally could not be eliminated.

That's when the old man saw Han Li's portrait, so now he's stunned to recognize him.

Now Han Lixin is completely confused. He wasn't narcissistic, Dong Xuan would like herself, so he didn't forget to send someone to look for him, most of which had something odd in it.

Unfortunately, the elderly in black shirts do not have a high status, and there is no news of this.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Li still couldn't think of a reason why Dong Xuan was looking for himself. He shook his head and put it behind his head.

No matter why Dong Xueer sent someone to find himself, whatever his intentions were, but now, after so many years, most of it doesn't matter anymore. And in his current capacity as a former infant monk, it doesn't have to be taken seriously.

Thinking of this, Han handled the bodies of these spiritual monks and looked in the direction of Huang Maple Valley's original ancestral gate and left the Taiyue Mountains.

Han Li did not know, just as he was killed by Hung, hidden in a closed room at the old site of the Lunar Sect, a soap robe monk who looked lean and refreshed his eyes, suddenly frowned and sighed a long sigh. After scouting inside his arms, he pulled out a pale bone card.

Brother Soap Robe played with the bone cards, eyes slightly narrowed for a moment, the face flashed with a dark colour.

After a while, he stood up and walked out of the closet.

Through a long corridor, Brother Soap Robe came into a hall and sat faceless in a stone chair in the middle of the hall, then flashed with white light in his hand, sometime adding a small bronze clock.

When a loud ”when” sounded, Brother Soap Robe swayed the clock casually, the ringing bell sounded low and low, not knowing how far it was coming from.

The person then closed the clock and sat on the chair quietly.

But a moment later, from a few of the hall's deviated doors, rushed out three brothers of Knightan, two men and one woman, looked at the old man's first stop, one face with the colour of awe.

“Just now, the spirit on your sixth brother's cards went out. Looks like someone poisoned him. I don't know what happened, but my disciple under the broken soul can't die in vain. You guys find the murderer and catch him alive in front of me. Let me see, it's He Fangsheng!” Brother Soap Robe said silently, as if he were ordering a trivial matter.

“Yes, the three disciples will do it immediately.” The three male and female monks were first surprised, but then answered with their hands down.

“Hmm! I hope the next time I summon you, the murderer will have been imprisoned.” Brother Soap Robe, the broken soul of the Ghost Gate, nodded and walked out of the hall without saying another word.

There are only three remaining Soul Crushers in the hall.

“Five brothers and sisters, immediately send a message to the people of Taiyue branch to see if they know; what happened to the six brothers. If not, ask them to send someone immediately to trace the killer. Brother Lui! You have a good relationship with the other forum owners. See if they can send someone to find out if any strange high-ranking monks have recently appeared in Vietnam. As for the few of us, we also sent out strong disciples to track down the last place of the sixth brother to see if there were any clues? When the news got back, the three of us came out together and took the man down. After all, the other party can kill the sixth brother, repair it should not be low, or be careful.” One of the three men, a shrewd monk in wool, thought for a moment and said in a structured manner.

The other two, a woman over thirty years old with lingering rhythms, and a shady gown scholar.

The woman heard the words and replied with a smile. The gown scholar frowned slightly, slightly revealing the colour of difficulty, and nodded only a moment later.

“Brother Xi, I know that you have a general relationship with the sixth brother, and even a little bit of discord. However, this matter was ordered by the Master himself. If you can't do this, you don't need to tell me you know how good it is. Don't forget that the second and seventh brothers were unfavourable and were punished.” The wooden man seemed a little uncomfortable, staring at the gorgeous scholar, cold air.

“How could it be! Six brothers and I don't like each other. But now that he's dead, and it's what the master told me, how can I do my best? Don't worry, Third Brother.” The scholar with the surname Qiang heard that his face had changed dramatically and he smiled and beat a haha.

“As long as my brother knows the interests. Let's split up.” Uchi man said slowly.

So two males and one female also left the lobby and acted individually.

A few days later, the monks of Ghost Gate actually found Han Li's place to kill a few people along the trail of their disappearance. After a few inquiries, Han Li's original cave was exposed.

The three soulmasters heard that they had brought a group of disciples with them to the Taiyue Mountains. The three of them appeared in Hanli's Old Rikkang Mansion and stood in front of Hanli's large pit where he had migrated from the Spiritual Eye Fountain. The three faced each other for a while.

At the same time, in a far away place.

Yunzhi and Liu also carried the disciples of the Sovereign Sect, appeared on a mountainous mountain, hurriedly crossed the area and entered the territory of Vietnam.

(The fever has finally regressed most of the time and now feels much better. Looks like we're really gonna have to stay up a little less. Otherwise, your body will be devoured.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)