A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“I've been waiting for you for a long time!” Han Li was polite and let Nanhuo into the stone house.

The situation in the house made Han flash, empty, who is there?

But as soon as he swept away, he discovered the restraining fluctuations in the house.

Meanwhile, Nanhuo also detected Han Li's move. He smiled slightly and said:

“Naturally, this little tactic of Hon Hou cannot be hidden from Daoist friends. Daoist Han, please follow me! ”

Nanhu Hou said, strangling a verdict with his hands, a piece of Jinxia shot out of his sleeve.

After Jinxia, a dark stone step suddenly emerged as a white flash of light flashed over an eyeless piece of ground in the house.

Nanhu Hou continued without saying anything. Han Li frowned slightly and then did not hesitate to follow.

The stone steps are so short that the back foot appears in a small underground lobby, where the soft white light of a few moonstones blinks the darkness and how clear it is.

There were seven or eight monks inside, six sitting, one man and one woman standing side by side, seemingly together.

At the sight of Nanhuo and Han Li, these men swept their eyes at the same time.

“It's you!”

The man standing, when he saw Han Li's face, couldn't help but lose his face.

Sounds like you recognize Han Li.

Han Li snorted and his eyes flashed a bright glint. His eyes fell on the face of this late man.

The result was an impressive silver mask, Han Li saw the situation, stayed for a while, then hung a hint of irony at the corner of his mouth.

This man was actually the young master of the ghost gate who chased him, the same silver mask, the same person under the mask, less juvenile rage in his eyes, and more than two points of mud and a hint of anger.

“I didn't expect to see the old people here. What a surprise for Han! ”

“How is this possible? You... you condensed into a Yuan Baby? ”

This ghost gate young master's voice is a little dull than before, but anyone can hear the horror in his words.

“What's the matter, you know this Daoist?” A black robe man sitting in front of Wang Chan suddenly asked coldly.

“Uncle, this is the man I told you about, Brother Huang Maple Valley, whose name was Han, when he was...”

“Needless to say. Han Daoyou is already a former Baby Brother, how can he see you like a younger generation?” The middle-aged man with a black blouse and elegant face flashed a little surprise on his face, but frowned and interrupted without hesitation.

Then this man smiled at Han Liwein and said to him with pleasure:

“King Tiangu of the Ghost Gate. In that time, the nephew did not know the immensity of the heavens and the earth, so much so that he was guilty. But on the thin side, I hope that Daoist no longer counts. ”

Listening to this man's tone, he seemed to know about Han Li one or two things.

“At that time, Wang Daoyou and I were only a small matter. After many years of transit, how could Han even remember to hate us? Your Excellency has filtered!” Han Li glanced at the black robe man and smiled softly, as if he really intended to go unpunished. But Han Li's heart sneered.

The ghost master almost killed him twice and twice, and even had to risk sending him away from Tianan. How could this revenge be so easily and truly renounced?

Had it not been for the large number of former Baby Masters, and the Ghost Gatekeeper would have been here. He definitely took each other's life right away.

But for now, we can only look at what other people are, if there are Demon Dao people?

Otherwise, the vengeance did not arrive, but was destroyed by the other side.

“Ha ha, Han Daoyou was originally from Huang Feng Valley. I thought Daoyou was at Brother Fall Cloud. However, Taoist can give up his previous suspicions. That would be better. After all, I do not want to see anything unpleasant happen when I invite you here.” It was only then that Nanhuo spoke in a timely manner.

Wang Tian ancient words, smiling slightly, with this person's heart deep, will not easily believe what Han Li said.

So he seemed to nod casually and say:

“Daoyou's heart is so broad, Wang is admired. But don't worry, Han Daoyu. I will punish my nephew severely when I return. In fact, Daoyou practiced from the foundation to Yuan Baby in nearly 200 years. It's incredible. After hundreds of years, it is not impossible for Taoists to cultivate until the late Yuan Baby. We wait for the dull, but we are far from it! ”

All the other monks, including Nanhuohou, have changed in their faces.

Han Li clamored badly and tickled this spiritual monk's teeth.

Clearly praising himself, but once the sentence was said, he could be pushed to the target.

“Is Daoyou under 300 this year?” After a moment of silence, a black man sitting in the corner asked differently.

“Master Wang made a joke. It's just a matter of not knowing how to expect a late Yuan Baby after a few hundred years.” Han Li lightly replied, glancing at the people in the house.

He only found out that besides Wang Cicada, the beautiful young lady next to him, who was also cultivated in the late Khmer Dynasty, stood alongside Wang Tian Ancient Master.

Look at this woman as if she is not an ordinary nun.

I heard that the Yan family, the first family in Vietnam, joined the Ghost Gate as soon as they sneaked out of the country, and married Yan Ruyan, the daughter of the Heavenly Spirit Root of the family, to Wang Chan.

Isn't that the girl? Han Li had to think about it.

As for the other six, they were all former infant monks, even a white shirt needn't be old, or just like Nanhu Hou.

Han Li glanced at the person, and the eyes of the elderly paired, and suddenly the spirit fought a cold war. The other party's eyes were really cold, as if they could be completely frozen. Let Han Li Zhong Da Rin. On the face of it, however, he did not panic slightly, seemingly avoiding his eyes.

The old man saw this, with a slight smile hanging from his mouth.

At this moment, Nanhuo has greeted Han Stand as usual.

Han Li did not have the courtesy to find an empty chair to sit in peacefully and securely. Then smiled with a faint glance at Wang Cicada.

This Young Master of the Ghost Gate, because Wang Tiangu is here, despite the horror in his heart, has now returned to calm. But looking into Han's eyes, nature implies unspeakable consternation.

At the same time as he repaired the opposite side, the condensation of a flying sky turned into a meta-baby. It really pissed him off, naturally jealous of the anomaly. Yep, Yan Ruyan looked at Han Li twice, his eyes were clear and bright, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Han Li saw the scene, sneered and stopped paying attention to the two.

Nanhuohou, as the initiator, has stood in the middle of the divine color, said solemnly:

“Some of the Taoists belong to the Orthodox monks, some from the monastic sects, and some of the lone dispersed monks. But there's a little bit of the same for everyone. That is how powerful the gods are. And that's why I'm inviting some of my friends here. Some of them already know about it, but most of them haven't ventilated. So Ben Hou will go back to the details. And then you're deciding whether or not to take part. If you don't want to, you won't have to. ”

Han Li heard about this place, he was impressed, and he knew the real issue was coming.

“Hey, hey! Forget the others. Two of Ghost Gate's youngest generations will be here, too. What does that mean? Don't tell yourself that the two men's minds are comparable to mine.” A cold-faced monk sitting across from the black robe suddenly said without a sign. At the same time, he stared at Wang Tinggu with a bad eye and seemed to be involved with him.

Han Li saw this and moved in his heart.

“Yodo, you can look away this time. Although they are not tall, they are masterful of secrets. Together, they can merge God into one. For a short time, God is not weaker than ours. You know, it's hard to find a monk as intelligent as I wait. A few Taoists have either practiced some kind of work, or they have been born with the knowledge of men, and there are treasures that can strengthen the knowledge of God. Otherwise, Ben Hou would be one of those who do useless things.” Nanhu Hou seemed to have predicted long ago, said Chengzhu.

“In that case, even if Yuka didn't say so!” The cold noodle monk said unemotionally.

Several other monks had no opinion, looked at Nanhuo and were ready to listen to his words.

“The purpose of this gathering is actually to have you come with me to the curtain plains.” Nanhuo slowly swept through the people before saying.

“Mulan Prairie? ”

Nanhuohou exited, and most of the monks here were shocked.

Han Li sniffed, his face changed dramatically. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)