A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Nanhuohou said, his hands flashed towards his chest, and the white cloak flashed softly.

Originally recessed, instant recovery as usual.

Wang Tiangu's face changed slightly. But the old man with the cloud surname said:

“Don't worry, gentlemen. He was just doing secretive work to temporarily control the injuries. Not unobstructed! But there's nothing to talk about with this Han boy. Send one of them up to haunt him, and the others will destroy Nanhuo first. ”

The old man said this coldly and rushed to the front silver wheel without panic.

This magic treasure immediately turned into a silver rainbow flying over its head, then poured a large piece of silver light to protect its body.

The old man's figure appears in the silver light if he does not rise.

Apparently, this man also knows that Nanhuo hates him to the bone, so he doesn't ask for success, but he begs for nothing more.

Wang Tian Ancient frowned and seemed to think that there was some reason, so he turned his head and rushed to the side of the monk Yiu said:

“Brother Yu, this boy will be handed over to you first. You don't have to fight him, just hang around for a moment and a half. By the time Nanhuo was cleaned up, his death would be over. ”

Wang Tiangu finally stopped hiding his intention to kill Han Li. After glancing at Han Li with a shady cold glance, a few feet of height of darkness suddenly appeared on his body. The whole person did not enter the darkness at once and looked strange.

The old woman and the black-faced man also sprayed Pharaoh, slowly closing in.

“All right, I'll take care of this Han Daoyou!” Youshun hey hey chuckled, a white monkey jade slipped out of his cuff silently, then stepped forward, smiling as if to face Han Li.

To him, it was a small thing to haunt a newcomer to the ranks. This is much safer than facing Nanhuo directly as a middle-aged infant master.

Han stood staring at Friar Yu, standing still, but the moment the old woman left the stairwell, her heart pounded, shrunk into one hand in the cuff, firmly clamping an ancient treasure.

At this moment, Nanhuo suddenly swept backwards with one hand and a piece of Jinxia flew out, wrapped around the three jade boxes on the jade bed behind him, and then flew back into his hand.

“Catch!” Nanhuo was hesitant to shake his hand, and one of the jade boxes lashed toward Han Li.

This move was surprising to everyone, and naturally no one could stop it.

Han Li easily grabbed the jade box, but he blinked, revealing a little confusion.

“Since Daoyou did not join them in the fouling, this jade box was sent by Hou. If there really is a secret of Fall Valley in the box, Daoyou can take it out of here alive, even if Daoyou's engine is created.” After all this, Nanhu Hou said with his hands upside down.

Wang Tiangu and the old man with the Yun surname heard the news and had to change their face.

Han Li lowered his head and looked at the jade box in his hand. He glanced at some dry lips. Suddenly there was an urge to laugh, but with human reason he pressed down.

It's so funny how the monks in the attic want to rob things and get sent to the door on their own initiative.

Nanhu Hou such a practice, naturally has no good intentions.

With Wang Tiangu and others in the necessarily necessary position of the jade box, now gave him the jade box, which is clearly playing with the mind of Shui Dong Shift. It distracts Wang Tinggu and others from some of their attention, so that they can drastically reduce their stress and escape.

However, this person can afford to put it down, but the one who can bear to cut the love will still give him a treasure, there are some true heroes.

But since the treasure is in his hands... hey hey!

Han Li sneered and did not hesitate to flip his palms. The jade box disappeared and was put into the storage bag.

“Cicada, you two help Yodo. Don't let the Han boy get away by chance. There's enough fighting over here for a few of us old guys.” Wang Tian's face was heavy and he did not hesitate to say anything.

He was also calm and abnormal enough. He was not confused by the jade box treasure. He sent only the weakest two Wang Cicadas to watch Han Li, and no one else handled Han Li.

The others looked at each other and didn't say much.

Though the treasure is moving, as long as the Nanhuohou is eliminated and an early infant monk is taken from Han Li District, it will not be captured by the same hand.

“Yes, Uncle! I was hoping to meet this‘ Senior Han ’!” Wang Cicada's eyes glistened, Yin Yin smiled and replied.

Then he swallowed Ruyan's hand and walked over to Han Li.

Yan Rumei's complexity on her face flashed away, silently following the past.

Han Li saw this, glancing lightly at the two people, nothing unusual on his face.

Funny to say, although the crossbow sword was pulled in the attic, neither Wang Tiangu et al. nor Nanhu Hou meant to do it first.

This is not something left between the two sides. However, everyone knows that Nanhuohou now struggles with trapped beasts. Once he strikes, it must be a stone's throw. Perhaps one or two opponents will end up together.

The dying rebellion of a former middle-aged infant monk is terrible, and these old guys are so clear. Naturally no one is willing to be the first to take the other's deadly blow.

Moreover, of course, they themselves are not afraid of each other's delays. As long as Nanhuo does not have time to fight and recover, the more serious the injury will only be, the more favourable it will be to them.

Strangely, Nanhuo also stood still as if he didn't care about the injury at all. But the color of red on his cheek, more bright red, has now become as bright as a drop of blood.

This makes Wang Tiangu and others dare not move lightly, afraid that the other party has already carried out a very powerful fighting mystery, a cold stare at Nanhuo Hou, his eyes do not blink.

As for the You-shi monk beside him, he also had similar thoughts about Han Li. Anyway, he only had to haunt Han immediately, so he didn't intend to go first.

Wang Cicada wanted to kill Han Li immediately, but he was not bullied enough, and naturally did not dare to act rashly.

As a result, the attic was quiet for a while, although the killing machines were everywhere.

After a moment, Han Li, whose face was silent, suddenly sighed, although not loud, but very eye-catching at this time.

But the Yuan Baby in the attic is a cunning old man. Apart from the You-shi monk opposite, no one lifted his eyelids at all, and no one looked at him distracted.

The king's cicadas across the street whispered a smile in his eyes.

In their minds, Han Li naturally will only wait for Nanhuo to do it first. Only in this way will he have a slight chance of survival in the midst of chaos.

But nobody thought that Han Li really acted after sighing.

Only Han Lijin raised his hand unchanged, and a dark thing floated in his hand.

When Youshuang's eyes were squinted, before he could see what it was, Han Li rudely threw the object into the air. After a slip of air, the object suddenly burst wildly, turning his eyes became huge enough, like a giant wall between the two people, separating the two sides.

It was only then clearly seen that Yu Shufu was a black-pressed hill, flashing with all its light, and he did not know what treasure it was.

However, he did not panic after a moment. Instead, he pointed a little to the jade in front of him as if it were a magical treasure.

Suddenly the jade buzzed loudly, then the white light rose. In a circle of halos, a white giant tiger appeared.

Though the tiger appeared a little blurred, as soon as it formed, a large mouthful of blood and a thick white column flashed out of the bowl, hitting directly on the black hill.

The loud noise of "Boom Lung Lung” came, and White Mang instantly submerged most of the small mountains.

The king's cicada on one side also reacted, and he did not hesitate to pinch his hands. The blood-red fog burst out of his body and swallowed his figure into it. At the same time, the entire loft was instantly filled with disgusting blood.

Yen Ruhua had no expression on his face, and a similar bloody fog appeared on his body. However, there was no bloody air coming out this time, but it was filled with a strange sweet smell, which made people feel dizzy and unconscious, and his mind was immediately greatly unclear.

Brother Yu saw this, more reassured in his heart, while controlling Yu Ruyi's white tiger sprayed a column of light again, while shooting one hand onto the storage bag, a pale blue gourd of approximate size floated in his hand.

Just as he wanted to sacrifice the gourd in his hand, he suddenly heard a slight thunderous noise from across the street. He was alert and without hesitation, a thick white mask appeared in his hand first.

Almost at the same time, the silver arc flashed on its side, and Han Li gave birth to a double-winged figure, almost close to his protective mask floating there.

“Ah, you...”

Friar Yu's face was shocked, but he finally had a lot of experience in battle. He rushed to the blue gourd in his hand, and a blue arc lashed out of the gourd mouth, so brilliant.

But Han Li had no intention of avoiding the blue arc for a moment, but his lukewarm mouth blew gently, a slim blue flame sprayed out of his mouth, and the unobstructed hole penetrated the white light mask and directed it directly at the friar Yu.