A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

At first sight, the soul fell into the skin of the spirit, Han Li never wanted to flip the palm of his hand, a blue spirit charm pen appeared in the palm of his hand, six or seven inches long, small and delicate, appeared to be unusual.

The other hand, one of the green jade boxes that opens the lid, waves his hand and a bunch of golden liquid floats out of the box.

Han Li dipped the pen in a quick golden liquid, and then his face stirred, aiming at the floating spirit skin, and the pen began to paint the most proficient empty dot.

An incomprehensible golden symbol burst out of the tip of the pen, flying forward between the eyes, and disappeared into the bloody red skin.

Then a different size symbol appeared on the surface of the spiritual leather, golden and brilliant, as neat as engraved.

And just moments after these symbols appeared, the spiritual skin trembled violently, and dragon barks burst out of it. Then a burst of drums on the surface of the spiritual skin, the blood red soul rushed out of the skin, looking to escape.

But at this moment, the golden symbolic light on the spiritual skin amplifies, comes to life and the general twist emerges, wraps the soul tightly in it, and pulls it back hard.

Though there is no intelligence, the soul of the heavenly and earthly spiritual beast, naturally subconsciously feeling dangerous, constantly tearing with the golden symbol, trying to escape.

At this point, Han Li pen dotted the symbols faster, and the large and small gold symbols directly covered the soul. A moment later, it was completely trapped, and then pulled back into the skin.

On this occasion, Han Li stopped the movement and immediately changed a purple liquid. He also dipped it with a pen, but drew a strange symbol like a spiritual print. He didn't panic and threw it out.

In this way, every other time Han Li changes to a dandelion liquid, various symbols, wrinkles appear on the skin of the spirit.

Soon after, the palm-sized spirit and leather paper sparkled in dense and numb colors and appeared spiritually challenging.

Han Li's color grew heavier and slower and slower. Blu-ray flashes even more in the eyes, prompting the bright and clear spirit eye of the divine to the ultimate.

When a red rune had just been painted and flown into the skin, there was a sudden and unusual fluctuation of spiritual energy, emanating from that half-completed spiritual character, and it became more and more violent.

Han's face changed dramatically and his heart darkened to bitterness. But soon he couldn't even think of a big sleeve swept to the ground, a roll of blue Xia flew out, instantly stashed all the material away, while the other hand dashed into the void in front of him, a little blue shield flew out of the cuff, instantly rising, blocking him.

Just as Han Li finished all this, the pixie skin burst into a deafening dragon bark.

The five-colored group of light shined brightly, and amazing spirituality swept away, as if a giant wave had hit the blue shield.

After a slight shake of the large shield, the tattoo did not move and stopped. Han Li saw this, some big accidents.

Because according to the immense power of the demonizer, such a failed explosion of the symbol should have considerable destructive power. It's so easy to stop now, it's not what he expected.

At a time of suspicion in Han Li's heart, a piece of blood lasered out of the light, and as soon as it passed over the secret chamber, it had to escape.

But as soon as the blood touched the roof, a white light curtain suddenly appeared without a sign, bouncing back the blood light and giving it its shape.

It was that little bloody, poisonous soul.

Han Li first was a bang, then he got excited.

Without hesitation, he lifted his hand and grabbed it into the void. A big blue hand suddenly appeared over his soul, grabbing it into his hand and shooting it down.

At this time, Han Li reached out a finger and flushed the front shield a little finger. The blue ray backing shield quickly became smaller, and one circled and shot itself into the cuff.

Han Li then gazed at the newly captured soul and used Ming Qing's eyes again.

“Huh” Han Li's face showed a surprising expression and shocked softly.

Though still the original soul, the soul power in this body is clearly much weaker than it was, and the bloodstained little pimples appear to be sluggish.

Looking at his soul, Han Li touched his chin and his face sighed.

It seems that this demon charm failed to refine and that the demon did not collapse immediately, but only lost some soul power. If this is the case, although it is difficult to refine the spiritual character, it can be refined several times before the soul power is consumed, with a great chance of success.

Of course, if the number of repetitions is too high, the soul power will be greatly reduced, and the power of the demoralizer will definitely be greatly reduced.

Knowing the reason, Han Li exhaled lightly and his face was slightly relaxed.

Even if the soul loses some power, it's better than the Poison Spirit collapsing.

This must be a great blessing!

Han Li smiled bitterly and again took out the auxiliary materials and put them back together. Of course I switched to another spiritual hide.

A new round of refining has begun.

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Just as Han Li worked hard in the secret room to refine the spiritual character, the whole city mobilized in just a couple of days.

All the brothers and sisters knew that in a few days there would be a great battle between life and death. After a great disturbance, all the monks in the city came out of the compound, forming an army of magistrates in their original arrangement, each facing one another towards the border post after the other.

Everyone knows that this war, either the Mulan defeated or Tianan fell into the hands of the magistrates, leaving countless doors untouched. So morale doesn't have to be exciting, it's extremely expensive.

And the rumors about the ten gambling wars are flying.

Because of the fear that Mulan's rape would divulge the list of warring brothers back, and thus target warring magicians, Han Li and others' names remain confidential, with few people knowing the specific list except for the monster of the temple proposal that day.

In this way, the identity of the ten former Baby Brothers was naturally speculated by many Brothers for a while. To predict the wins and losses, after all, there are thousands of brothers involved in the survival.

Many of the disciples of the doorman are expected to be among the sect monks, naturally more concerned.

The disciples of Fallen Cloud Sect also followed the team out of Tianyi City. In this situation, Lulo had to follow suit.

However, he instructed the Song maiden to stay at the station and wait for Han Li to leave.

Few days later, apart from a few remaining monks, there were fewer and fewer people in every city.

Looking at the day after day, Han Li has not shown any signs of leaving the customs office. The Song woman was forced to hurry.

The place of Han Li's confinement, though heavily restrained, still secretly sends the sound of dragons or bursts. This surprised the woman and worried about her.

On the fifth day, Song made up her mind. If her Uncle Han has not been able to leave the gate, it is impossible to say that she only has a hard scalp and forcibly knocks it off.

Otherwise, a day's delay will most likely be missed.

Now, in the residence lobby of Song women, worried waiting quietly on the chair, looking out of the hall from time to time, hidden and visible sunset surplus, divine shade and uncertainty.

Her eyes were getting darker and darker, this woman Dai-mei locked herself tightly, bit her red lips and stood up.

Myoman's body only moved two steps, suddenly a clear bell came into the lobby, the woman was a fool and then a surprise appeared.

For a moment, the green light flashed at the entrance of the hall, and Han's standing figure appeared bright in the light and Xia.

“See you, Uncle!” The Song woman, Lian Bao, rushed forward and bowed for a gift.

“It's day one. Brothers in the city, it seems to be on the move.” As soon as he came out of the Chamber, Han Li Sense felt that the city was empty all day, and only a few monks remained in the city. Seeing this woman, you have to ask.

After all, in the Chamber of Secrets, he can only estimate the time, although he feels that it has not exceeded the scheduled date, it is more reassuring to ask.

“Uncle Qi, this is the fifth day.” At this time, the Song woman completely relieved herself, respectfully replied.

“Day five, more than enough time. However, it is better to get to the place earlier. Let's get out of here.” Han Li said decisively after listening.

“Yes, sir!” The Song woman promised softly.

Han Li raised his hand and flew a white light out of his cuffs into the courtyard outside the hall, where a white quadrilateral car with wings appeared after the glow had converged.

Exactly that royal windmill.

“Get in the car and drive faster than you do.” Han stood up and walked into the car, then twisted his head and said to the woman.

The Song woman looked at the car and flashed a little surprise in her eyes. She went to the car silently.

Han Li saw this, gently use the toe to lighten the car, suddenly the royal windmill flashed white light, a white mask even people covered in the car. Then, after a tremor, it turned into a white ray and flew away.

The royal windmill is a specialized flying magic machine. Not only is it not very spiritual to use, but it is also far from being comparable to an ordinary monk.

In a blink of an eye, the city of heaven was swept away and lashed in the direction of the border.

The Song woman is more relieved to see the scene. And I couldn't help but wonder whether this Uncle Han was so indulgent because of this treasure, until now it didn't go out. I don't know this highly unpredictable teacher, what kind of powerful secrets have you practiced these past few days? What about the sound of the dragon bark bursting in the secret chamber?

At a time when the woman was silent and confused, Han Li asked a few unexpected words.

“Are the two Daoists of Purple Spirit still in their original place? ”

“The Purple Spirits have temporarily left the city of Heaven and are ready to wait for the end of the war before deciding on their future plans.” The Song maiden was a first, but immediately replied nicely.

“Huh! The purple spirit girl is also clever. That is indeed a wise move. I would probably do the same if I were to get along.” Han Li said with a slight smile.

Then the divine color rubbed beneath the feet of the spiritual force, the speed of the royal windmill increased by a great amount. In the horrific color of Song women, the turning momentarily revealed more than ten husbands away, soon turned into a small light point, disappeared to the edge of the sky.

(It's the last day, we don't talk much. Try to vote for a monthly ticket. I can't take it anymore!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)