A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The wind was fierce, and the heavens and the earth changed, instantly distorting what the five brothers' pharaohs had blown. As for themselves, they were banned by the wind and could not escape.

“Ha ha! If you don't take a toast and take a forfeit, you have to let Ben take a hard time to stop it. It's really a dead end.” The bald-headed magician smiled strangely and was full of pride.

He then single-handedly grabbed the wind empty-handed, and suddenly a yellow hand emerged in the hurricane empty-handed, harshly grabbing at the colorful woman among them.

This is a very good plan. First get the nun you like alive. Then a thunderbolt was used to destroy the remaining four without throwing the mouse taboo.

The skin-like, luminous nun drives a fiery red flying sword. At this moment, I saw the big hand pressed down, but Fabao slipped and wandered in the wind, losing control, unable to save himself, and the jade looked pale.

The other four monks, while trying to save the woman, were sickened and out of control by the wind. Only the fat old man had been repaired to the deepest, and the situation was slightly better. He was anxious and barely single-handed, releasing an arc several feet long, which struck one side of the big hand.

But the attack was like a clay ox entering the sea, with no effect.

Seeing the yellow giant was welcome to fish up the woman, suddenly at a height from the woman's head, it broke away and disappeared. At the same time, the yellow robe magician on one side had heard an angry drinking noise, and then the hurricane that trapped the monks rapidly became smaller, disappeared and turned into nothing.

It's like the wind, the giant hand, it's just a phantom.

Everyone looked at each other, naturally at the bald-headed magician, but saw his figure turned to one side, his eyes staring at somewhere far away and empty, full of anger.

They couldn't help but be stunned.

“If you dare to break the magic of your master, why do you dare to sneak up on people?” The yellow magician's colour flashed and overwhelmed the angry loud channel. I don't give a shit about the old ladies.

“It's not that I'm sneaking around, it's that you can't fix it enough to see through Han's presence. Looks like Your Excellency has only been advancing for a short time. It's worse than the magicians I've seen before.” The void sent out a gentle voice from a man.

Then the blue light flashed, revealing a young monk with a normal face, it was Han Li himself.

After seeing five people trapped just now, the situation was critical, and he releases a green sword from far away without politeness. He immediately knocked the feather fan Fabao out.

Hurricane Naturally Disarmed Easily.

At first sight Han Li appeared there, the fat old man and others were surprised. Then I sensed Han Li's yuan infancy was repaired, and I rejoiced, knowing that their little lives had been saved.

The nun was furthermore hasty and far away, respectfully said: "Senior Nie Ying, many thanks senior for the help. ”

“Ni Ying! ”

As soon as Han Li heard this, he couldn't help but glance at the woman and secretly remember her.

But now he can't say anything but wave his hand to get this woman up.

It seems that this woman and the old man did not recognize themselves for a moment.

It is no wonder that he and the two men were only on the same side, and now they are almost 200 years apart. It is not strange not to recognize him.

After thinking about it, he turned his head and said lightly to the yellow magician:

“Your Eminence isn't leaving yet. Do you want me to kick your ass? ”

When the bald magician heard this, he smiled furiously.

“Ha ha! Your Majesty is only a former early infant monk, and you speak so much. One or two of you must be taught the divine talent. ”

After saying this, the bald-headed magician pinched his hand and suddenly bounced his finger downwards. Two brilliant yellow bullet-shaped objects flashed and lasered downward to the ground.

This move slightly flashed Han Li, not stopping him, but squinting his eyes slightly, shooting a hint of interest.

The big man was so happy to see Han Li's big move.

There was no hesitation at the moment, and the yellow clouds around him began to roll up, instantly wrapping the surname Fascist inside.

“Up” a low roar came out of the yellow mist.

Han Li heard the phrase, his heart moved and looked forward to it four times, but nothing abnormal happened, just at a strange moment.

Sudden rumbling rumbling sounds coming from the ground just below, followed by crackling sounds from the ceiling.

Han Li swept the divine sense down and then revealed a few surprises.

He couldn't think more of a big sleeve throwing, two long huge rainbows coming out of his sleeve, followed by two loud noises below.

But Han Li's eyebrows wrinkled, as if his sword strength had not been built.

Then came the sound of "lumpy”, two dozen long, one with a thick waist yellow lumpy dragon flying out of the ground, directly into the air, around the bald-headed monk yellow fog with teeth dancing claws, irregular circle, as a protective shape.

“Is this it?” Han Li discovered astonishingly that the two scary yellow dragons were formed entirely of earthen stone, vivid and gave him a sense of the real life. The creature's scent comes entirely from the yellow bullets on the dragon's head. This bullet is set right between the earthly dragon eyebrows, sparkling and emitting a demonic yellow glow.

“Hey, hey! Your Excellency, try the power of subjugated spiritual beasts first. Go!" The bald-headed magician in the yellow mist laughed furiously, then the two yellow methods struck the dragon, and suddenly the two dragons rushed straight to Han Li.

Han Li frowned, but then sighed lightly.

One mouth, a dry blue ice flame sprayed directly out of the mouth, and halfway into a thinner flame, accurately struck the dragon's head.

“Zla" shouted, the dragon suddenly wore a layer of blue and plush ice nail, which turned into two ice sculptures parked a few lengths in front of Han, unable to float.

Lightning flashes of blue light, “bang bang” two crisp cracking sounds. Two dragon ice sculptures, two swords thrown out by Han Li, easily smashed, then one hand.

Two yellow bullets were sucked into his hand by him, and then he glanced at them and threw them into the storage bag.

“There's no such thing as magic. Han wants to see the true power of your magic tricks!” Han Li's colour remained the same and said softly.

Silenced in the yellow mist across the street, it seemed that Han Li had so easily destroyed the two dragons that the bald-headed magician was horrified.

“What kind of elder is Your Highness? What's your name? The more famous ex-baby monks do not seem to match your appearance. Is he also a former infant monk who's only advanced in almost a hundred years?” Half an hour later, the yellow-headed magician's low voice came out of the fog, and the voice could no longer hear any rampant intentions.

“I'm just a nobody, and you won't even know it. Since Daoist is not going to attack. You're welcome.” Han Li's face sank and his tone soared.

Single-handedly tapping into the lumbar spiritual beast bag, countless golden flying bugs flock out of the pocket, the golden golden phage carefully cultivated by Han Li. This is the first time Han Li has really driven them against the enemy.

I was wondering if this spiritual worm would really work for a former infant monk.

“The golden worm! You have a golden bug? So much more?” It was surprising to Han that he had not yet driven these flying insects to attack his enemies. Brother Yellow Robe called out the real name of the phagocyte, and his voice was filled with horror.

Then Huangfu did not say a word and turned around, turning his eyes into a yellow rainbow and flew away. The speed made Han Li hesitate for a moment, or gave up the idea of casting wind thunder wings to catch up.

If a former infant monk were to flee in such a vacant place, he would have little certainty that the other side would be extinct. After all, once the yuan babies get the hang of it, the thunderbolt technique should be a little worse.

However, skinhead magicians are not very tall, but it is surprising that he can recognize the phagocytes!

Despite some misgivings in his heart, Han Li just released it and the golden phage, which had not yet been built, retrieved it again in the bag of spiritual beasts. Then the god calmly waited for the fat old man and several monks slowly flew away.

“Thank you Senior for your help Dae Eun! Don't know your name? Seniors Huang Feng Gu Lei Wan He is so grateful!” Without waiting for Han Li to fly closer, the fat old man hurried to take a few steps and give a gift.

In addition to the woman named Nie Ying, who has already reported her name, several other people have come to pay a big prayer!

“Jianmenshi Qiyun, Tang Mingju, Tianju Castle Qianhuan, meet the seniors.” The three men almost echoed each other in their words of thanks, all of whom appeared to be a colour of humility and gratitude. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)