A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li quietly sat in the house. After some time, he gradually returned to his peak state due to a little spiritual power consumed by the hurry.

When he opened his eyes and looked inside his lower body, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Qingyuan Sword Technique Since practicing to the 10th floor, it is obvious that there has been a significant increase in the spiritual power response, which is also a pleasure to be surprised.

With this in mind, Han Li sighed for a moment and reached out and touched a bright wooden box with a few glittering restraining marks on its lid.

Blinking one hand onto the cover of the box, several pieces of charm fell off and turned into several pieces of green light that flew into the cuffs.

Han Li knocked another finger on the box and suddenly opened the lid to reveal what was inside.

A clapping dafu filled with puzzles, quietly stayed in the box, while the surface of the puzzle hid a little bloody puzzle to swim around.

Han Li stretched his hand gently toward Fu Xiao and immediately flew out, one circled and fell gently into his hand.

It took him days and three successive failures before he finally succeeded in refining the symbol. Although it is not known what the power is, it is certain that this “demoralizer" decreases considerably compared to the power described in the refining method.

After all, three failed alchemists can lose most of the soul power of the Eighth Spirit, and the only real effect is to test one or two in action.

Han Li touched the colored symbols on the surface of the charm with his fingers, caught in thought, and the color of the divine shade changed indefinitely.

While sitting quietly in Han Lipan's house, there were also several mysterious characters surrounding a stone table and discussing what was going on in the stone room of twenty or thirty fathers deep underground at the magician's site, a few miles from Tianan camp.

Five males and two females, one male and one female wearing a black robe, could not see the full face.

Two of the others were people Han Li knew. One was during the Battle of Yellow Dragon Mountain that day, urging the ancient lamp, which made him eat a lot of loss-making Le family name women. The other, the middle-aged Confucian, who hunted him for days and nights, severely damaged his energy.

The remaining three men were dry, skinny old men, a short man less than four feet tall, and a majestic man.

“Musician, how's the oil coming? Knowing how long the Holy Light is lit can be related to how long the Holy Bird has been present in this world. There can be no flashing.” The dried, skinny old man had wrinkles on his face, but his eyes were clear and crystal clear, sitting at the corner of the stone table asking the Lady Le's surname lightly.

“May the Divine Master rest assured. This battle has to do with the survival of my clan, which has been stockpiled for more than a thousand years with luminaire. Enough support for the Holy Birds to fight this battle.” The green shirt's Le surname was a woman, Hua Zheng said soberly.

“Brother, you should be okay with organizing the Spiritual Battle. Compared to Brother Tianan, our magicians are not only inferior in number and quality to each other, but also have relied on the Spiritual Array to suppress each other's attacks.” The old man turned to the middle-aged Confucian.

“No problem, my centuries-old spell matrix was not studied in vain. I have passed on to them a number of new improvements. If it is Brother Tianan who also measures this battle by the power of the original magical spell. They'll be surprised.” Confucianism said calmly.

“That's it! Big Brother, at the beginning of the Mixed Wars, you let all high-ranking magicians summon the Spiritual Beast to attack, so as to attract each other and consume as much Brother's powers as possible. Homeowners, this also requires the cooperation of your giant beasts.” The skinny old man gave the short man two orders, and he greeted the man in the black robe with courtesy.

“I'll give you those giant * * before the war starts. However, what the nobles promised us will not be regretted.” After the man in the black robe said yes, he said one more word with great intent.

“Regret? Brother joked. After the war with the Brothers, would we Mulan do something stupid to offend you? At least you Yin Lo Zong are also one of the Great Ten Demonic Sects. Once we Mulan have captured Tianan, we will only try to repair the rest and recuperation. It is not a big deal that several mortal countries in the district are entrusted to your administration. Anyway, these mortals are Yan people, and we will not ask them anything about their lives or their deaths.” The thin old man's eyes flashed for a few moments, coldly remarking.

“That's good. This time, if it weren't for the treasure of our Yin Lo Town Sect, Ghost Lotus, being destroyed by the righteous guys, it would be desperately necessary to repair a lot of living souls. This section will never be involved in the battle between your priests and Brothers Tianan. Collecting a lot of souls in Dajin will surely be entwined by the righteous guys. We are not afraid of them, but the restoration of the treasure cannot be delayed.” When the man in the black nodded, his voice said with no emotion.

“In addition, the souls of all the immortals who died in this war belong to this family. May the Divine Master have no objection to this.” The Black Robe woman also spoke. But the sound was coarse and mute, disproportionate to the size of its skinny body, and the first person to hear it would surely have jumped.

“Brothers, of course we won't ask. But the magician's soul, can't you recognize it and let it go? You gathered the dead and dead in an unscrupulous manner some time ago. Already made the three of us old guys very passive. We can compensate a little in other ways.” After listening to this, the lean old man changed slightly in color, he said.

“This is no good. The shady souls of brothers and magistrates, there is no difference at all, they cannot be broken down. Besides, there's a way to identify. Tomorrow's World War I, the dead monks must be thousands. How do you expect us to identify each other? Are the three priests going to break their word on this?” The man with the black robe glanced and his pupils instantly turned turquoise, causing a gloomy chill around him.

Confucius and Bi Dwarf saw this, his heart was annoyed. Although he did not do anything, one had a silver glow on his body and a red light flashed on his face, while staring at the man in the black robe to silence him.

Dahan Jinyi and Le surname are women, and they also stare cold at the black robe men, revealing an unpleasant look.

Knowing about the collection of the life and soul of the war-dead magicians has long caused these people great dissatisfaction. If it weren't for these Jinguo magic tricks, I would probably have turned my face.

“Cough! Stop, what are you doing. The landlord wishes a guest who has personally invited you, don't you even give it to him?” The old man coughed softly and his face sank.

And the black robe woman on the other side, with her lips slightly moving, said something to the black robe man.

The man in the black robe heard the words, the green light in his eyes gradually faded away, and the strange flash of cold around him disappeared.

Confucius and others saw this, spitting a light breath, also dissipated spiritual power.

They are all well aware that, although it is not easy to look at each other, it is not the right time to take what is needed.

“Here's the deal. Living souls you can detain. But it must be done in secret after the war, and it must not be seen by anyone else. Otherwise, we can't really hold down the people below.” The lean old man hesitated for a moment before biting his teeth.

“Well, that's a deal.” The man in the black robe gave up his nod after blinking his eyes for a few moments.

Confucius and others, though somewhat unsatisfied, can only do so.

“Is it really possible for you to prepare for gambling? Don't be awkward. You know, Tianan also has a magic trick, don't let the other party see it at a glance.” The champion, who had never spoken, suddenly said a faint word.

“Magic Hugh? They are, too! It's just some shallow cultivation. Either you make a smart decision about magic magic and change your face. How do you know the true power of ancient magic?” The man in the black robe sneered and said with disdain.

“Really! But a returning elder, seemed instantly killed by a fellow Brother Tianan. I don't think the landlord should underestimate it.” Nabi was a short man with a slight sarcasm.

The man in the black robe glanced coldly and snorted coldly, but did not refute anything.

But the black robe woman took the opportunity to speak.

“The concubine was actually trying to say the same thing. That monk, who will play the Golden Arc, will be of some use to us in the Yin Sect, and we hope that the three gods will entrust it to us. I wonder what some of the priests think. ”

“Leave it to you!” The lean old man heard the rumors and sighed.

“Why, that's a small condition. Don't the three of you agree?” The women in the black robe seem somewhat dissatisfied, but the noise gets rougher and uglier.

“If it's just a former Baby Master in the district, it's natural to give it to two Daoists. But if it involves Golden Thunder Bamboo, it's different.” The old man stared at the woman in the black robe and squeezed a strange smile in the wrinkles of her face, not slowly saying.

“My best friend has guessed.” The black robe woman's heart was slightly heavier and somewhat startled.

“We in Mulan Prairie are a little poor, but we repair the three great trees of the Immortal Realm, and we know a little bit about aging. Though there are not many people who know about the evil thunder, there are not many people I can wait for.” The old man said slowly.

“Now that you know how to thunder evil, you know that we demons must never let this thing fall into the hands of others. If you have any conditions, just say so.” The man in the black robe saw the intention of the other party and asked directly and coldly.

“Quite simply, I would say that in addition to bringing more than a dozen giant beasts this time, I also brought a number of copper-armed carcasses. I hope that tomorrow, when World War I is critical, my brothers will release these corpses and help my people. After all, we are more prepared than ever, and we do not know how the Brothers will respond to the enemy. Naturally, be more careful.” The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks trembled slightly, smiling nonetheless.

“Oh, I didn't expect you to know much about the secret. Though it is easier to refine the copper armor corpse soldiers, if there is too much loss at one time, it will also be detrimental to the future development of this section. If this is the case, the Tianan Brother who drives the evil god thunder must be captured alive by you.” After thinking about it, the man in the black robe did not say no, but said his terms. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)