A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“How good is that, Master is only once able to escape a hundred miles away, still in the sight of the god. Can't get rid of the lock.” Silver Moon mumbled sadly, too.

For Han Li's favor for saving his life, Silver Moon mouth did not say anything, but his heart was still a little touched. In words, I didn't realize I was really concerned about a few points.

“Of course not at once, but two or three times a row of blood shadows, then the rest of the evil god thunder to thunder, should be 80% sure to get rid of it. However, even if I am a little deeper than the average early Yuan Baby Master's powers, there is a certain risk of losing so much sperm blood. Even if it is safe, it can only be weak for a long time. Today, however, it appears that there is no other way to escape from birth. I have to.” Han Li seemed to have considered the issue a long time ago, with a hint of self-derision in the corner of his mouth.

“Master, you...” Silver Moon seemed to have something else to say.

“Huh! The guy's after me again. Tighter than once. No more dragging. Just take a chance!” Han Li suddenly changed his color and looked up into the gloomy sky behind him. Gloomy self-talk.

Silver Moon sees this, and naturally no longer speaks.

Han Li then took a deep breath and quickly swayed his ten fingers, shaking a series of strange fingerprints. At the same time, the surrounding green light flashed, an astonishing spiritual outpouring from the body.

One mouth, a red sperm of blood sprayed out of the mouth, immediately swept the wind and dissipated, turning into dead blood fog mixed into blue spirit light.

Spiritual light instantly turns blue and red.

At the same time, Han Li exposed his hands and face, and began to become unusually red. His eyes turned red like blood, and countless blood filaments had to be sprayed from his skin. Scary!

Han Li seemed to be unconscious about it. His hand imprinted it and pinched it faster.

Two more sperms of blood erupted, and Han Li was completely covered in blood mist. If anything, he woke up.

At this time, the distant heavenly light flashed, three groups of silver light appeared there, Xu Xufei came.

Inside, the figure flashed, exactly the median god and the two incarnations.

The three equally floated, not slowly flying toward Han Li, but at an alarming speed, they passed hundreds of feet in the blink of an eye to see the situation of Han Li.

“Huh!” One of them had a different color. eyes flashed, eyebrows wrinkled.

“Pfft” sounded slightly, the distant blue rainbow blood mist burst open, a glimmer of blood appeared in place.

Han Li stood upright in it and glanced coldly at the Mulan Divine Master. A thunderbolt burst and the wind thundered behind it.

The next moment, the nearby space was distorted and Han stood up and disappeared.

The thud of the ear immediately came from a distance, and the moment it turned, it didn't smell low. It was as if he had left the neighborhood for a moment.

The face of the three Confucians simultaneously flashed with surprise. After a glance at each other, the three suddenly gathered in the middle.

After the silver flash, the three turned into one.

With only one Confucian left, he immediately closed his eyes, released his divine knowledge and quickly probed in the direction of the disappearance of the sound of the spike.

“Running a hundred miles away, what kind of trick is this, somewhat similar to the blood of a demon. But the distance is horrible.” Confucius looked forward to Han Li's disappearance, with a hint of unexpected color on his face.

Through the pursuit of these few days, Han Li surprised him.

Those who could not sleep, have fled to this day.

You should know that even in the early days of an ordinary Yuan Baby Master, he should have exhausted his powers and waited to be killed. It seems that there is either a heavenly material and earthly treasure with instantaneous restoration of magic, or what kind of intimate technique has been carried out that greatly damages the energy.

And the other side is so weird, it's only now. It appears that all efforts have not been made previously.

But that's okay, though it's now 100 miles away. But he's still in control of his god like a card. Just spend some time.

Confucian thought coldly. With his eyes squinted, God again locked Han Li in the distance.

When the corner of his mouth hangs a hint of cold, he flashes a white light on his body and goes after it again.

But at this point, Confucius suddenly discovered that the sensing of the Korean and Chinese atmosphere was once again strangely disappearing, which made him fall, and his figure was one of stagnation.

But soon he remembered something, hastily doubling the scope of God and finally finding Han Li again.

Confucian heart has not yet come and sneered, Han Li's breath flashed and disappeared again.

This time, Confucius was stunned and really stunned there.

Though powerful, his consciousness covers more than 200 miles at best. Beyond this range, you can barely sense something, but you can't instantly lock someone in.

Unless the other party stays still, wait for him to find it with his mind. This is naturally impossible.

And the other party was really cunning enough, and once he sensed it, he actually carried out that strange trick several times in a row, and it really slipped away from him.

This leaves Confucianism, which has hardly ever been played in so many years, with a red and white look alternating.

He went after a former Baby Master, a Mulan Divine Master. It's a disgrace when it gets out.

But he didn't mean to go after him right away.

Without the divine lockout, with the other party's strange means, the hope of relying on other secrets to catch up is really slim.

He has wasted several days on this man, and it is impossible to continue to pursue him for a modest opportunity.

After all, once their saints show up, several late Yuan Baby Brothers in Tianan will not sit idly by. He has to go back to the other two parties and be prepared in advance.

If one of the other Yuan Baby Late Brothers sieges him, it's dangerous to take him.

The Mulan Master was in a terrible mood for a while, but he still looked heavy and turned into a silver rainbow and flew back and forth.

In the blink of an eye, no trace.

……

Three hundred miles away, Han Li turned into a rainbow and flew in the other direction.

In the light, he kept removing all kinds of medicine bottles from his body, and he kept pouring some of the refined large-supply Qi Dan medicine into the mouth.

Now he's pale and his eyes are pale and silent. Looks like a big loss of energy.

“Master, are you all right? Blood shadows three times in a row, some are too risky. If the owner hadn't taken a lot of Dan medicine along the way, I would have...” Han Liyue's words of concern came from Han Li's brain.

“Fine. Although there is a lot of loss of semen blood, it's good to have some of the previously refined dandrug. Just take the Dan medicine and rest for a few months, and you can fix it.” Han Li slowly echoed, and the voices were all a little feeble.

“Want to go back to Tiancheng?” After hearing Han Li say this, Silver Moon sighed in relief, but hesitated to ask.

“Of course not. I'm in such a bad situation that I can't go back to the Nine Kingdoms until I've at least recovered. Otherwise, dragons and snakes are mixed up there, and the ghost gate is even more vengeful, and can easily be reckoned with. I wouldn't risk it. Good thing I'm healing with Dan medicine, I don't need any spiritual veins to heal my wounds. Find somewhere unmanned and shut it down for a while. Besides, the green bamboo bee cloud sword is stained with those green flames. Though they are forcibly enclosed in violet flames. But it is still a trauma in the body, and it is necessary to find a way to remove it.” Han Li sighed and said helplessly.

“The copper lamp is an inheritance of the Mulan, and naturally there are ghost doorways in it. But I believe it. As long as the owner spends more time refining it. After all, the master's violet flame is also a non-trivial deity.” The silver moon smiled softly and eased Han Li's sentence.

“That's it. It's only a matter of time before it's resolved.” Han Li smiled bitterly and replied indifferently.

Afterwards, Han Li stopped talking nonsense, mentioning the residual spiritual power in his body, and the Qinghong quickly flew away again by three points.

After flying all day and night, Han Li stopped to glow and fell in a small, blind ditch.

So far away, even if the Mulan Divine Master is no longer willing, it is impossible to chase him.

Han Li looked around a few times.

It is situated between two wild mountains, not only is the spirit slightly invisible, but it is also bare, it is all some rolling rock, piled up in mountain trenches everywhere.

Han Li carefully scanned everything within a hundred miles below, without any trace of a monk or magician.

It made him feel safer and his sleeve robe trembled, releasing the silver moon and giving him a word.

Without saying anything, the little fox of the silver moon slipped away, and the yellow glow burst, sweeping Han Li into it.

Then the light flashed and took Han Li directly into the side of the mountain wall.

In the trenches, there are no figures.

When Han Li was taken to the center of the mountain by silver moon soil technique, the blue sword was densely and numbly ejected, quickly chopping out a simple stone room several lengths in size.

Han Li entered and sat on his knees.

Shortly afterwards, Han Li's eyes closed and his body glowed green, with more than a dozen large and small bottles in front of him.

He had to refine the medicine he had taken during the crisis before he dared to swallow the other medicine.

In this way, Han stood in the belly of the mountain, quietly shutting down to restore energy.

But what Han Li did not expect was that his loss of energy was far greater than he had originally expected, and the rest time spent was naturally longer.

Time passes slowly as you take and sit in a dry pill.

Unconsciously, six months have passed.

Han Li is still in the mountain belly and has not been cleared.

But at this time, the outside world is more winds, clouds, clouds, fluctuations.

Births and deaths between monks and magistrates are imminent.

Even more unexpected, the fame of Elder Han of Yunzhong has become famous at this moment, both in Tianan Cultivation World and in the Fascist Army.

Any high-ranking monk or magician who hears his name will immediately associate himself with the divinity and strength of mid-term operations and will not dare to take it lightly at all.

And it's all just been happening for six months.

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