A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han stands in a quiet room on the second floor of the attic, eyes closed, full of green glass, ten fingers pinched out a strange law, an egg-sized purple flame between the palms, floating there gently, flashing constantly.

This is precisely the magic flame that Han Li cultivated with dry blue ice flame and six-wing frost centipede.

This fire is clearly more powerful than the dry blue ice flame, and Han Li is now the biggest killer.

Upon discovering the fire on that day, Han Li immediately converted it into purple demon flame for every trace of dry blue ice flame he refined.

In order to distinguish it from the Shura Holy Fire, Han Li called it the "Violet Fire”.

He believed that it was the late monks of the former infants who were contaminated by the fire that would become unbearable. As for the possibility of killing Yuan Baby Late Brothers in this regard, Han Li has never really seen Late Brothers do it, and it is unpredictable for a moment.

Unfortunately, this fire is incredibly powerful, but limited by the amount of dry blue ice flame refined, it can only manipulate so many violet fires today. Otherwise, the number of this polar fire will multiply a few times, which is bright and big against the late monks of the Yuan Baby, and there will not be a single effort at first.

“Congratulations, master! The violet polar fire seemed small at first sight, as if it had gained three more points of power. Looks like there's plenty of potential for this fire!” Han Li's brain was filled with a strange and delightful ear.

Han Li sniffed, smiling slightly at the corner of his mouth, one mouth without saying anything, between breathing and breathing, the violet fire instantly turned into a fine flame of wire, sucked into his stomach.

He just loosened his fingers and harvested his skills.

“This violet flame, though sharp, is unfortunately too small to be considered entirely dependent. All I want right now is to open that Void Heavenly Ding. If what you say about the power of Heavenly Spirit is not false, it should be enough to sweep Heavenly South. Until then, there will be really no worries in this world.” Han Li opened his eyes and said slowly.

“Rest assured, my lord, that the great divinity of the false gods is only above what is said and never beneath.” Silver Moon smiled and said confidently.

Han Li nodded his head and was about to say something else. Suddenly a white light flew from the outside, and the crisp voice rushed out of the white light.

“Uncle Han, come to the palace! Senior Ma, they are back, and the Mulan will be here soon. ”

At the end of the conversation, the white light circled and flew out of the stationary chamber.

Han Li's face sank and the cold light flashed a few times before getting up and walking out.

……

By the time Han Li reached the main hall, the valley duplexes and bald eyebrows had arrived.

And the horse who went to pick up the old man and another back camel, pale face brother-in-law, was saying something to the two of them.

The Murong brothers, Ling Ning and two other strange brothers, stood on the side and listened, their faces were all heavy.

However, Ling Ning saw Han Li come in, looked over and smiled.

“Han Daoyou is here too. Let me introduce you to Buyun Crane Daoist, who presides over the Valley of Heaven. This is Han Daoyou of Falling Clouds Sect.” Barely squeezed a smile on his bald eyebrows, so he briefly introduced himself.

In this situation, Han Lixin felt slightly heavier.

It looks worse than imagined!

“I heard Brother Lu say Brother Bo's name in the morning. I'm so glad Daoist got away with it.” The corner of Han Li's mouth showed a little goodwill, he said politely.

“Han Daoyou really laughed at the look of these wolves. Thanks to Ma Daoyou for taking over this time. Otherwise, it's really dangerous.” Brother Bo also knew from other populations that Han Li existed, so instead of showing surprise on his face, he smiled bitterly and showed gratitude to the elderly Ma.

“Nothing, it's just a show of hands. It's the pursuits, but I left voluntarily before I even made a move. It really depresses me a little!” The old man said with a smile.

“This is Taoist's ancient treasure. It's amazing. The Mulan who came after them were not sure and naturally refused to touch them. But this magician invasion is really quite different from previous ones. Not only are they well trained, but the ancient beasts they carry are even more powerful. Not only is it rough and fleshy, it's wearing armor, and it's amazingly big in shape. And with a number of weird prohibitions on the body, it's only a matter of time before the Great Battle is broken once it's broken into.”, said Father Bo, with a slight palpitations on his face.

“Can't even Daoyou's yuan infancy repair hurt the giant beast?” Han Li snorted and asked strangely.

Though he knew that the great magician army was carrying a different beast, the strength of Russ still made him a little hard to believe.

“The beast could have been hurt if I had been repaired with a full blow from Pharaoh, but at the time I was attacked by two high-ranking magicians, I was completely distracted. This led to the Great Battle being broken by the Beast. Lu Daoyou has Ma Daoyou and other reinforcements here, it shouldn't be as easy to lose them as it was in the Valley below.” Bo Yuncheng thought a little and his face eased a lot.

“Buddha, how many of these priests are in the rank of superior master? If the number is small, we five Yuan Baby Brothers have traveled together, beating each other by surprise. Even if you can't wipe out one or two Yuan Babies. But seriously injuring them is good too.” Shuangpu in the valley has some shady advice.

“I'm afraid this has disappointed Brother Gong. Although none of them have fought them, besides the two face-to-face archdeacons, I have also met another strange magician who was sent back to us to pay more attention. The man had never made a move, but the breath on him was really weird, probably something alien. Besides these three, I can't even tell if there are any high-ranking magicians hiding them.” Bo Yunhe sighed and said, not quite agreeing with the appearance.

“Well. Looks like we should weigh each other's strengths first. If the other side is too strong, we still rely on the big battle and confrontation, but the task now is just to buy some time behind us.” The bald man heard this and nodded in agreement.

Valley double-puffed frowning, revealing irrelevant color, did not persevere.

The old man Han Li and Ma had no other opinions.

So below, the bald eyebrow daemon first asked the daemon to take Bo Yun Crane to the stationary room to heal the wounds, and then ordered the infant and other monks to arrange for all the failed monks of the Paradise Valley, and then ordered the addition of the guards of the Great Battalion.

Han Li nodded herself after looking at Lu Dahan to keep everything in order.

It does not seem unreasonable to send this man to guard the town alone.

At this point, the people in the palace suddenly heard a rumbling drum of war coming from afar and sounding more and more like thunder in a clear sky.

The face of all the people in the palace changed.

“Looks like the Mulan are in a hurry. We just got back from the front foot and they followed us to the back.” Ma's old man's face mask was frosty, and he revealed himself to the killer.

“Fine, we'll talk to each other first, see what the magicians in this team are good at. This time it's going to be hard for the three Daoists. The two of you went out with us. After all, you fought with them. There are some poisonous ways to warn each other in advance.” The bald man first punched the three Koreans, then turned his head, told the two brothers who followed Bo Yuncheng and defeated together.

One of the two had big eyebrows, a dark complexion and a fine eyebrow on the horse's face, which was a little dull.

At this moment, after listening to Lu Dahan say this and looking at each other, the two of them immediately promised to hold their fists in full mouth.

At this time, Han Li turned to the drums and looked away. He had no expression on his face and did not know what his mind was thinking.

……

To the south of Yellow Dragon Mountain, a massive black-pressed Mulan fuzz is boarding several strangely shaped flying machines, neatly arranged at high altitude, overlooking a sea of turquoise mist dozens of miles wide.

At the forefront of the French army, more than a dozen people stood side by side, sparkling with all kinds of spiritual treasures, precisely the high-ranking magicians of the Mulan.

And of these, three are the most eye-catching. A red light shield, a strange bowl-mouthed snake, wrapped around its body, horrible. One person is lean and strangely tall, like a bamboo pole, and it seems that a windpipe can blow.

Others were covered in black robes, unable to see their faces clearly, but full of demonic black air and hidden ghost cries from their robes, making them cold and shaky to come near.

The same is true of the fact that everyone else is clustered next to the other two, only the black magician floats alone in front of the crowd, as if he were not one of the other magicians.

And the other magicians looked at the black robe and hid, full of awe. But a closer look reveals that there is still a hint of disgust in this awe. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)