A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

At the incredible speed of Han Li and Miao Windmill, after a little while, they went over a hundred miles into Mulan Prairie.

Han Li excited the bloody cape on his body, lasered under the blood wrap, while his senses swept backwards, his face revealed a hint of surprise.

He has now inspired the maximum power of the cape. Instead of shaking off the weird car behind him, he has been chased by a small distance. No wonder his face changed dramatically at first sight, even with the Yuan Baby repair of the old man with the cloud surname.

This Royal Windmill is truly a top flying treasure. It looks like it will not be able to get rid of each other unless thunder surgery or blood shadow is carried out.

However, since the Han Liyuan baby was built, he has never dealt with a fellow monk. Although he has a lot of faith in his magical magic treasures, he has no real heart for his strength in the Yuan Baby Brothers.

After all, the Yuan Baby Brotherhood will not fight easily. In the years that he joined the Lost Cloud Sect, the two Lost Cloud Sect elders just talked to him about cultivation methods, never really compared to him. In Tiancheng, Nanhu Hou is also simply discussing with God, and cannot test his true standards at all.

At first glance, the magician in the rear windmill is a good opponent to repair himself. And he was very interested in the magic of the magician.

It's certainly best to fight back or even kill each other. If not, it is also easy to escape with wind thunder wings.

The opponent's opponent cannot be delayed for too long, otherwise it can easily change. Not to mention the fact that we are now in the middle of the Mulan Prairie.

Han Lixin quickly determined that when the blood flashed a few times on his body, it immediately faded. Instead, the glowing glow erupted.

At the same time, his figure suddenly pounded and he turned around and looked back.

Cold glance at the white light coming after him, Han Li's large sleeve shook, dozens of green swords emerged from the cuffs, after a short whisper, lay a fish-scaly layer of green sword array in front, the momentum is also amazing.

Han Li is naturally not sloppy in his first struggle with other Yuan Baby Brothers. In addition to 72 bluebamboo bee cloud swords, he reached out and sacrificed a bag of spiritual beasts in his waist to the air.

The trichromatic golden phage turned into a giant bug cloud appeared in the air, but as the spell sounded in Han's mouth, all the flying bugs circled and went straight down.

Han Li's eyes flashed a bright glint, his hands flashed, and two blue methods struck the bug cloud.

Suddenly the worm cloud was under the green light wrap, and Han Li was submerged in it.

But a moment later, the three-colored bug armor floated on Han Standing, crystal clear and pale green light.

Coincidentally, when Han Li stopped, the windmill in the rear instantly chased him up, and the magician in the car saw the astonishing scene of the bug armor shaping.

The original unrestrained pursuit of the car slowed down dramatically and stopped when it was over 100 feet away from Han Li.

Han glanced facelessly and ignored him. Instead, he took the opportunity to flip his hands. One additional basket of flowers appeared in one hand, and the other hand, Nakasawa, appeared with a small sip.

Then he threw the clock across the street without saying anything, and the silver flashed, and the clock rose to the wind. In a moment, the giant turned into a number of lengths of size, shooting at the other side of the scene.

At the same time, Han Lixin moved and the 72 flying sword phantoms flashed in front of him, turning into more than 200 green sword lights in a single three.

Then Han Li scolded a “go” word.

The Qing Dynasty rose loudly and all swords flashed together, turning into a huge wave of more than a hundred long rainbows, rolling across the street. Large means to follow the silver clock, twisting the royal windmill into pieces.

The sacrificed silver clock had already begun to thrive. As soon as it reached the sky above the bike, it slipped, and the low bell sounded, coming out one after the other. The pale silver wave visible to the naked eye was centered on the giant clock and swung out in a circle, going downward to the royal windmill cover.

If the magician in the car was not careful, Han Li believed the blow would be enough to make the other party suffer a huge loss.

After all, although the silver clock is still an ancient treasure, nothing has changed, but once Han Li repaired it, the power of the treasure almost increased, far from being comparable during the knotting period.

Of course, it's impossible for a magician in a flying car to be hardwired.

The wooden wings of the royal windmill moved slightly, and the car reflected more than ten long distances. Just outside the sound waves.

Then the white light amplified and a person flew out of the white light and floated on the flying car. By then, the blue rainbow that followed had also lashed out, and the head had struck down.

The people on the flying car saw this, but didn't panic with one hand.

Blu-ray suddenly, a dark blue light curtain floated over its head, and the moment the green rainbow hit the light curtain, the burst sound burst out.

Though the light shimmered more than once, it was safe for a while.

Han Li, half-witted eyes in the distance, slightly changed his face.

At that time, the magician read a word, and with one mouth, a fine blue wire sprayed out of his mouth, turning his eyes into a blue python from the light screen, and rushed towards Han's Qinghong Sword Light.

Suddenly, the blue and blue rays of light interwoven together, and the sound of bursts of rumbling came out from time to time.

At this moment, the magician raised his hand and a law struck the royal windmill below.

The vehicle deformed rapidly and only after the size of the palm, it was automatically shot into the hands of the magician and received into the storage bag.

The man then looked up at Han Li and revealed a shady, lean face.

Han Li's gaze narrowed. This is an elderly man in his sixties, with some weird blue tattoos stabbed on both sides of his cheeks, wearing a quirky blue gown. But what surprised him was not these, but the spiritual fluctuations on the other side were astonishing. It was the peak of the early Yuan infancy, about to enter the middle of the magician, and no wonder it was so easy to block its own two waves of attack.

Han Li had also seen clearly that the other party's blue light screen was not expanded by emptiness, but a fist-large ball held in one hand, released.

As for the blue python, he swept under his senses and did not discover a morphologic parasitic treasure, which really consisted entirely of spiritual power.

This makes Han Li even more tenacious.

After his face turned cold, the flower basket treasure on the other hand began to flash white light and was to be sacrificed.

“Stop it! Your Eminence, though not less intelligent, is a little rushed. I haven't spoken yet, why did Daoyou attack me without saying anything?” At first sight, Han Li moved, his face stiffened and his voice was slightly stiff.

“There is more to be said between the Brothers and the Magistrates.” Han Li frowned and was apathetic.

However, he punched the silver clock a little and stopped the treasure from attacking and floating in the air. As for the basket of flowers in your hand, the same light goes away.

He wanted to hear what the other magistrate wanted to say.

“It's so true. But to reach the realm of you and me, sometimes you don't have to spell you dead to live. As long as Taoist answers satisfy Mu. Instructors can also let bystanders go.” The old man smiled and said with no intention.

“Answer? I have nothing to tell you. I would like to ask you a few questions.” Han Li stared at the old man and said sarcastically.

He doesn't have to think or guess what the other person wants to ask.

Such a diverse infantile monk, appeared here at once, anyone who sees it will be surprised,

“Looks like Daoist refused to do it!” Old man Mu heard Han Li say this, his face turned gloomy.

Han Li snorted coldly and slammed gently into the high altitude ahead.

Originally entangled in the torn blue sword light, the large pieces stirred towards the middle, a bite of a giant sword about twenty or thirty years long, appeared there empty-handed.

Soon after a few slashes of lightning, the blue python was cut off and then the sword was cut off with no politeness, with the light curtain and the old Mu surname splitting into flying ashes.

Seeing this scene, the old man Mu's face flashed with a hint of darkness, and he stopped single-handedly lifting the crap. The fist jewel was sacrificed into the air, and then he opened his mouth and sprayed his energy directly onto the surface of the bead.

The jewel's blue light flashed, quickly flew up in the sky, a blue filament flew out of the round ball, and a huge blue filament appeared beneath the light screen between the eyes.

Meanwhile, the old man reads words in his mouth, and after pinching his hands, the blue light on his body rushes to the sky, forming a large blue light group, floating on the old man's head.

The sword has been cut off, along with the fierce impact of the light curtain.

Without expecting Han Li, more than 200 swords condensed into a giant sword, how can this light screen be easily captured?

As a result, Zla's voice sounded loud.

The light screen was almost unobstructed and divided into two parts, and then the sword cut off one another inside the giant net below. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)