A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

But the next scene, some of it is out of Han's imagination.

As soon as the sword touched the wire mesh, the mesh immediately flashed blue, and the crystalline and thin wire was unusually strong.

Instead of breaking the object, the giant sword slashed several times in the net. Instead, the network was manipulated by the elderly and wrapped in one layer after another. A moment later, it was trapped inside. Death cannot be restrained by each other, but it is really difficult to get out of it.

Han Li frowned and tried to do it again, but the old man across the street did it first.

After his face flashed with the shade of cold, his hands wheeled with all kinds of strange handprints, and together, he flew out of his hands, all in the spiritual light above his head.

Soon after, the Blue Spirit began to contract and deform, and instantly burst out in an obscure spell.

Countless palm-sized, elongated ice crystals then floated around the old man, glittering with blue light, all over a dozen square lengths.

The old man's face appeared strong, his hands suddenly wide open against Korean standing finger, spitting a cold “go” word in his mouth.

The instant ice crystal is like a strong bow and a hard crossbow, and I want it all to come out with this sound.

The dense and numb blue crystal flashes covered Han Li's position for a moment, and the noise looks really scary!

“Is this psychic magic? ”

Han Li shook his face with surprise. But his hands didn't stop for a moment. Unexpectedly, he went out to celebrate the ancient treasure of the flower basket that had just been inspired in his hand, and at the same time slapped on the spiritual beast bag between his waist. Another trichromatic phage burst out of the bag, and under the urging of Han Li, he surrounded Han standing.

This time, however, the golden phage did not congeal into anything, but danced directly from the neighborhood and flew around, forming a stormy bug cover, and Han's figure blurred.

And when the flower basket left, it turned into a white gas, facing the opposite radiant sky ice crystal.

As a result, part of the knob that hit the head over the ice crystal was shrunk by white gas and sucked into it.

At first sight, the other ice crystals were like a psychic left and right score, and immediately flew from both sides onto the bug cover in front of Han Standing.

“Pfft” and “Pfft” squeak continuously!

The prismatic ice crystals were worm shielded and paused slightly, but one mouth was still torn open and the former servants were successively left out of it. The worm shield was then restored to its original state, silent as if nothing had happened.

Old Mu was surprised to see the situation.

His “ice-crystal technique" seems to be similar to the "ice-crain technique” of the Brother's Five Pathways technique, just a little more. But in fact, these ice prisms are all his own cultivation of the genie cold, not only sharp sharp, but also incredibly cold, the friar, even though he can temporarily harden the next with his protective magic treasure, feels unable to withstand the cold air ice seal after the ice prism breaks.

But how could he not be stunned that the ice had not been heard since it had now been rushed in?

The old man hesitated, and when he was about to explore the situation in the wormcover with his god, a loud noise suddenly came over his head.

He felt these two ears “buzzing” and then darkened in front of him, almost falling directly from the air without warning.

The old man Mu was angry and hurried to rub his hands together. He slapped a few times on his body and suddenly had an extra layer of white shield. That's when he got back on his feet and looked up.

Just above his head, the silver clock reached the sky sometime, and it was this clock that made the loud noise.

At this time, the clock gleamed silver, and a second loud sound came out, just this time not for the cautious old man, but for a circle of sound waves, the blue mesh on the side and the blue sword struggling inside the package.

“Not good!” the old man awoke immediately and eagerly tried to stop him. But it was clearly a step too late.

As a result, the blue wire mesh was washed down by those light silver sound waves, the size broke apart, the giant sword broke free of the bondage, unpolitely cut down again to the elderly.

The sword has not yet arrived, tremendous pressure has swept in the face.

Although the old man still has a shield to resist, how dare he hardwire such an amazing sword, his face is white, his figure is shaking, and under the blue light wrap he reflexes dozens of times outside, avoiding the knockout of the sword.

Then he stopped hesitating to wave a round ball in the air, and this magical treasure immediately flew over his head, a breath of fine air sprayed past him, put up a light screen to protect him, then the old man looked across.

His face changed and grew pale.

The bug cover across the street has broken apart in the buzzing sound, and has been re-transformed into a bug cloud floating over Han Li's head.

Han Li herself held an inch-sized blue ice flower and looked at him faintly.

In pairs of eyes, the cold colors in each other's eyes make the old man's heart pound. But then he turned his eyes and didn't look at Han Li, staring dead at the small ice flower in Han Li's hand, his face revealed uncertainty.

This ice flower is bright and beautiful in the sun. But the elderly do not care. What he cares about is that even so far away from Han Li, he practiced ice attribute psychology for hundreds of years, allowing him to sense the amazing cold spiritual power from the ice flower. Although some strangers, it caused the elderly to create an unnamed awe, which shook his heart.

In that instant, the old man mumbled and said with an ugly face:

“Was the psychic technique just performed by Master Ben broken with this object? This is Ho's treasure. Can you tell me about it? ”

Han Li laughed softly as soon as he heard the words.

“Treasure? Sort of. As for what this is, if you were to tell Ken about the psychic arts, I wouldn't be able to say one or two.” Han Li smiled and said softly.

“Why, as a monk, would you also be interested in our magic of magicians? That's interesting!” The old man's face grew shocked and regained his shadowy and cold beauty.

However, Han Li hid from his flickering eyes the frustration of the ice flower in his hand. His mouth revealed a slight smile and appeared to be lazy to answer.

The old man looked into Han Li's eyes and was furious in his heart.

He snorted coldly and clapped into the lumbar storage bag. After the dark light flashed in his hand, one more thing suddenly came out.

Dark, a seemingly small mini hill.

Han Li was stunned. Before carefully measuring the object, the old man had read the words. Then the hill was thrown into the air, and the black light of the mountain clock spilled, rapidly increasing in size, instantly rising to dozens of feet in size, and continues to grow.

Han Li witnessed the situation and sucked in a cold breath of air.

He did not falsely contemplate the blue sword a little finger, the giant sword cried out, turned into a rainbow, shot directly over the hill, fell hard, and beheaded at the top of the hill.

“Boom” loud noise, rubble flies, glow magnifies, blue light interweaving collides together.

Han Li's eyes glanced slightly. At the top of the Black Mountain Peak, he chopped out a seven or eight length by his sword, with a deep entrance, but it was obviously not enough to cut the mountain in half.

But right in front of him, the gap quickly healed at a visible rate, and half of it was restored without a second blow.

By then, the mountain peak had risen to over a hundred lengths in darkness, unlike a true hill. Even if Han Li dares to calm down again and witness the black mountain peak standing in front of him, his eyelids can't help but jump twice, and his face looks even harder.

Without thinking about it, he can also guess that if he is really hit by the front of this mountain, no wormwormworm armor will ever be able to resist the object, and it will be twisted and crushed.

At that time, Han Li's giant sword cut off the mountain several more times, but it didn't help at all.

The old man laughed, single-handedly pounding the mountain peak a little finger.

The sound of the mountain peak “bang” suddenly appeared on Han Li's head the next moment, then smashed it down hard.

Han Li was so surprised that he couldn't think about how this thing was so huge, how could it be transient? His own thunder sounded and vanished into the silver light without a trace.

At a distance beyond dozens of lengths, Han's figure reappeared, except for a pile of silver-white wind and thunder wings behind him.

“Huh!” The old man jumped when he saw Han Li disappear instantly.

His face changed dramatically and his figure instantly reflexed again, pulling the distance between him and Han Li, looking very careful. Not only did he stare at Han Li, but he was full of shock.

At this point, the old man finally understood one thing, that the other was not the ordinary early monk of Yuan Baby. With this instantaneous magic, he couldn't have retained each other at all, and most of this time he seemed to return without success.

After all, using his cultivation to drive such a huge black peak instantaneous movement of the Divine Spirit can only be done a few times.

Every time he does it, he loses a lot of power. He wouldn't dare to use it too much. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)