A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li pinched his five fingers very accurately. When the light flashed, he was fingered and wrapped in purple flame.

But Han Li only felt a soft fingertip, a huge force coming out of the flame, five fingers bounced off.

Han Li was horrified for a while, but his heart moved and his palms grabbed emptiness. The purple flame on his hands shielded him down.

The brilliance rose and the blue flames were covered in purple light.

Han Li's arms motionless, five-finger purple flame brilliant, blue-purple light converged and changed, darkness and blindness.

Han Li sighed slightly after the motion lasted a minute, trembling with his hands, his five fingers moved away, and the purple flame on his hand instantly disappeared.

Then he looked at the still crystal-clear flame and smiled bitterly on his face.

This strange flame of light is still beyond his original expectations. The Purple Heavenly Flame, though it can be countered, seems to have some room and not enough strength to refine the flame.

Think of it this way. Han Li thought about it a little bit and gently flickered his finger before flushing his hand up.

A low thunderbolt sounded and a glittering gold arc burst out on the flying sword.

As soon as this arc appeared, it burst instantly, turning into countless slim pieces of gold wire, facing under that little blue flame.

As a result, the green light flashed. These gold filaments were like mud cows entering the sea. They were all absorbed by the flame of the bean grain. Then the glow rose and the flame rose to the size of the egg.

In this situation, Han Li's pupils glistened like blue rays deep inside, staring at the blue flame that absorbed the gold arc, and the color was gloomy and uncertain.

After not knowing how long it had moved, Han Li exhaled lightly and the blue light disappeared from his eyes. But hesitation appeared on his face.

But a moment later, he shook his head and his mind was set. A mouth, sucked towards the direction of the flying sword, the purple flame on the sword instantly turned into a purple line, it was sucked into the mouth, there was nothing left.

Without the suppression of violet fire, the blue flame rose on the sword and wrapped the entire flying sword inside it. Han Li Ma's heart connected and groaned, his face flashed blue, slightly revealing the colour of pain.

However, Han immediately ignored the physical discomfort, pointed the ten fingers at the flying sword, the green flash flashed, more than ten sword qi out of hand.

Like the golden arc of evil divine lightning, the blue sword gas touched the blue flame, all sucked into it, and became invisible.

But Han Li didn't see it all, and the spiritual power in his body kept running, and the sword qi burst into the flame like a moth.

Magic dramatically drained.

In this way, after the blue flame absorbed a lot of sword energy, it became more powerful as if it had been supplemented.

Shortly after, it turned into a brilliant green fireball, burning in front of Han Li.

At this time, the power in Korean 3D consumed more than one-third.

But looking at the giant fireball in front of him, Han Li smiled.

The sword in his hand stopped and waved at the flying sword in the fireball.

“Pfft," the green bamboo cloud sword easily came out of the blue flame, a circle later shot into Han Li's hand.

Han Li lowered his head and looked at it. He had a green sword on his hand. The crystal was abnormal. The flames on it had no survival. He couldn't help but smile on his face.

“Exactly! This flame, while incredible, clearly has limited spiritual power to swallow. The Qingyuan sword power sucked in too much, but it could be manipulated by speculation.” Han Li whispered two words with a smile.

Then the hands joined, the light flashed, the sword did not reach the palm of the hand, and the trace disappeared.

At this time, Han Li just looked at the green fireball in front of him, gently with his fingers, a glimmer of knowledge penetrated into it.

The green fireball trembled, slowly spinning, and the blue light glistened and flashed.

Han Li double-eyebrowed and pushed with divine thoughts.

The green fireball started to shake, but after half a mile, it slowly flew out obliquely and twisted all the way.

In this situation, Han Li touched his chin and sank.

This flame is so powerful, give up on it, it's a bit wasted. Although he absorbed the Qingyuan Sword Qi by a large amount at the moment, he could barely urge the flame. Obviously, however, due to the method of work, it is not possible to do it properly. After all, this fire is not something he has refined, and it is difficult to manipulate it as comfortably as it is to urge dry blue ice flames and violet flames.

Han Li frowned and stared at the green fireball. Suddenly, a palm was stretched out and pressed against the lumbar storage bag.

The white light flashed and a small white jade rib and a light yellow vial appeared in the hand simultaneously.

It is Jade Jane, who recorded the Xuan Yin Scripture, and the spell he used to inhale the spirit of the demon beast.

Open the bottle lid and a black air pops out of it.

Han Li's five fingers grabbed the black gas void, and suddenly the black gas burst into the palm of his hand, and then the shadow gas immediately bounced onto the ribs on the palm of the other hand.

Suddenly, the ribs turn from white to black, lift off their hands, and let out the shady black light if there is none.

Han Li saw this, so he immersed himself in it, quickly browsed the Yin and Yin contents, and began to look for what he was looking for at first sight.

When Han Shenzhen turned to see the words‘ Yin and Fire Thunder ', Han Li was delighted and slowed down and began to scrutinize this part.

“Flaming Fire" sounds like a common name and has nothing peculiar about it. But in fact, the object is the presence of a body fire that does not descend on the Xuanyin scripture.

However, it is not a magic trick, but a method of refining thunder beads. And Han Li's previously obtained "Tianlei Zi" is a treasure of its kind.

Of course, according to the Xuanyin scripture, this Yin Fire, once successfully refined, is powerful and astonishing. In terms of destructive power alone, it is even above the power of heaven's dead fire.

The principle is to suppress a large number of fine yin fires of the Xuanyin Grand Method and incorporate some thunder and lightning forces, as well as other materials, using some special means to cure and stabilize them.

Once sacrificed against the enemy, it can simultaneously trigger a black lightning bolt inside it, which can burst and injure people.

Unfortunately, Thunder Pearl is a disposable consumable that not only restricts a lot, but is also troublesome to refine. It is extremely difficult to succeed. Only a monk who can manipulate the spiritual power of the Thunder attribute can refine it.

So don't talk about the very old monster, because the people in the Xuan Guo have never refined this stuff either.

Han Li did not pay much attention to the secret method when he first saw the refining method of Yin and Fire Mine. Though he can manipulate the evil god thunder, there is no great magic, and naturally it is swept away. He practiced only a few easy-to-learn secrets, such as demon chopping in the Xuan Yin Sutra.

Now when he took the blue flame in front of him and had a headache, he suddenly thought of this secret method for the refining of black lightning.

The original refining of the Yin and Fire required a great deal of spiritual power, with few chances of success, coupled with the rare presence of a monk who could drive thunder. Therefore, few people in the fairy world refined this object, which is occasionally refined, and because it is consumable, it will soon be used up.

Han Li still does not know the great law of Xuanyin, but with his current knowledge and cultivation, he no longer needs to copy everything on Xuanyin scripture. With a slight change in the method of refining thunder beads, it is not a waste to use off-the-shelf flames to refine other thunder beads.

After all, the power of blue flame is not under its purple flame, and the power of thunderbolt is definitely not under the original Yin Flame.

And he had the idea of using dry blue ice flame or even purple sky flame to refine thunder beads before, but because the two kinds of spiritual flames are too little refined, they are not enough to be used against the enemy, I really dare not waste on them. And the idea just flashed away behind my head.

It's a wonderful idea to harvest uncollectible flames under your eyes and make them into thunder beads.

In this way, in the near future, it could also become a sharp weapon against his enemies.

Han Li immediately found something else in the storage bag.

To refine the material for thunder beads, he really gets it all together. These are not rare items, they are commonly used in both alchemy and refiners. Han Li also prepared some.

In doing so, he took things out first and placed them in front of him. Then faced with the flickering ball of fire, the colour of the gods stirred and his hands flashed.

Boom, two golden arcs simultaneously ejected from the palm of the hand, hitting the green fireball.

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In the lobby of the Yunzhong compound, Lulo sat motionless on the chair in the lobby, with no expression on his face.

In front of him, he stood hand-in-hand with several brothers of Knightan, the elderly in red shirts and the Song woman. It's just that these people are a little anxious.

“Mr. Duan, how many days have you been locked up?” Lulo asked suddenly faintly.

“Uncle Keith. Uncle Han has been in the quiet room for more than two months. My sister and I have been outside the quiet room. Uncle Han never came out. ”

“Hmm! When your Uncle Han closed, he used to say hi to me. Said to get ready for the war soon. To make it easy for us not to disturb his shutdown. But now that the Mulan seem to have their hands full, they are starting to move silly. Several high-level gatherings on our side. All the monks want you to go to Uncle Han. But it was all pushed away by my excuses. But now the three monks gather in Tianxi, and also sent a letter inviting your Uncle Han to meet tomorrow. This time, only former middle-aged monks are allowed to attend the meeting. I can see the importance attached to your Uncle Han. I can't push it any more, but I won't.” And I estimate that this gathering is the final decision on how to respond to the war. We fall into the clouds if anyone attends this meeting. There's a lot to be gained. Luo sighed and mumbled.

Listen to their Uncle Lu. Others in the hall are similarly smiling.

“But Uncle Han is definitely closing the key point now, if it is easily interrupted, will it cost Uncle Shi a fortune?” The Song woman hesitated for a moment, and Jiaorong flashed over to say worried.

“That is why Uncle Lu was dragging on. But tomorrow's party, if Uncle Han doesn't show up again, I'm afraid others...” A middle-aged monk with a two-handed mustache on his lip, some hesitate to say.

“Others, what is it? ”

At this point, suddenly from outside the hall, a soft voice, not loud, but clearly and abnormally entered everyone's ears.

As soon as I heard that, Luloton was full of joy.

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