A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Go!" shouted the man, the stone prints slipped and spinning for a while, and the light amplified towards the distant Xia Guang.

The two flying swords also transformed into red and white two rainbows outside the sky, as the stone stamp chopped off.

The stone seal of Fabao is truly remarkable. Before it reaches the light of summer, the sound of wind thunder is hidden first. After a burst of shocking sounds, the various colored lights were interwoven together, and the nearby ground swayed slightly.

Seeing how powerful the stone print is, the other two had a smile of comfort on their faces. But the smile immediately solidified around the corner of his mouth.

Because in the interwoven spiritual light, the seven colors of Xia light suddenly magnified, and the three pieces of Fabao's spiritual light were temporarily pressed under Xia light. Then came a clear sound in Xia Guang, and the three Fabao were bounced out at the same time.

In shock, the three of them rushed to regain control of Fabo and looked at each other in disdain.

This restraint seems to be far more powerful than they expected.

The big man snorted and was about to say something. At the same time, the light glistened around him and the color of fire was red.

The three of them are still not aware of what happened. Forbid the sky, countless fire clouds begin to condense and roll up.

A breath of heat instantly fills all the places in the glow.

“What's going on? Didn't you say that restraint wasn't aggressive?” Scar Big Man sees this, angry and unusually drunk.

But the other two had no time to answer the big man's question because the fire clouds in the sky had gone down with no politeness.

This time, the three men wrapped in the big man shocked each other's motivating magic treasure, rushed to protect themselves, and busy hands and feet to the body in a series of beating characters. Various attribute shields flashing on them.

A bright cloud overwhelmed the three of them.

A moment later, three terrible screams came out of the clouds of fire, and the ravens went silent.

In a few moments, the clouds of fire scattered by themselves, and the light of Xia also collapsed, and no one in the pile of rocks was empty.

There are only three magic treasures lying on the ground, glowing like spiritual loss.

……

Not many monks, only seventy or eight, encounter bad luck as soon as they enter the Valley of Fallen. But as a result, more than half of them were killed.

Almost as soon as something went wrong in the valley, there was an immediate fear of life. Even one of them, a former infant monk of the moderate gate, was temporarily killed under a space crack.

Han Li didn't know what happened to the others, but naturally he was cautious in the South's most vicious place this day.

But at this moment, he was surprised.

Over a wasteland, he turned his hands upside down and opened his eyes to the front, his pupils fluttering blue, some dazzling.

Falling into the eyes of outsiders, Han Li looked at the blue light and looked a little different. But Han Li had no heart for these things.

There is nothing in front of it, even after it has been swept with consciousness, it is normal.

However, under the full force of Ming Qing Ling's eyes, Han Li saw a fuzzy light arc several feet long, flashing a faint light at more than a dozen lengths in front.

Han Li took a deep breath and gradually weakened the blue light in his eyes. The face changed to a gloomy and uncertain colour.

He can now be perfectly certain that the Psychic Eye is indeed discoverable and cannot detect invisible space fractures with Divine Sense.

This surprise finally didn't let him waste so much spirit liquid to configure clear spirit water to wash his eyes for so long.

In this way, his natural life is greatly guaranteed in the Valley of the Fallen. The only trouble is that, while such cracks can be detected by the Ming Qing Dynasty Eye, it must be done with all its strength. Otherwise, a little negligence will still be missed.

Using this power consumption of the Ming Qing Ling Eye is nothing. But it would be troublesome if they came together with Nanhuo and found something different in his eyes.

He didn't want to be known to have such an ingenuity.

Han bowed his head and sighed, but soon became aware.

When he patted the storage bag, a glittering cloak appeared in his hand.

This cloak is not a plain garment, it is one of Han Li's previous loot scratches, it is a sort of top class spirit apparatus.

This object has no other function but to cover the face and prevent others from spying on the truth.

This effect, of course, should not continue to inject spiritual energy into the cape, and the people who spy on it and those who wear it cannot be over-differentiated.

Han Li estimated that he was carrying this item, in addition to the Zhongzi Confucius and Wei Weiwei, there was a possibility that he could see through it. The rest of the monks in the valley, there is no way to see anything different in their eyes.

Take the cape and Han Li glanced faintly at the faintly visible space cracks and turned into a green light that swept past the side.

……

In a dense forest filled with giant trees, a tall, plain looking woman is flying at low altitudes in the forest.

The woman's face was not brilliant, but her eyes were unusually clear and moving. Her eyes kept looking left and right and seemed to be looking for something else.

After a while, women finally passed through the forest. Then the light stopped at the edge of the forest at the other end, and the colour faded.

“It doesn't look like it either. There is no mark left by the Ghost Gate Elder. It should be somewhere else. But what does it mean to let me find the marker and wait for him for a while? Does he have any other goals in the Valley of the Fallen?” The woman lifted her head and looked at the yellow sky, muttering and whispering, her eyes blinding.

Suddenly, she frowned, her body flew fast, and people suddenly retreated back into the forest. At the same time, she gathered breath and carried out several spells to cover her tracks. She hid under a giant tree and stayed motionless.

There are only three different colors of bright light coming from afar, the speed is uncomfortable, can be seen invisibly, there are three elderly people flying together.

At that moment, three rays of light reached over the dense forest. One of the silver-haired old men seemed to have sensed something, his eyes swept down and he glanced at the woman's hideout, his mouth softly humming.

“What did Brother Cheng find?” An old man with a wrinkled purple robe next to him suddenly asked.

“No? It's just that there's a knot nun hidden in the woods down there who doesn't seem to want to see people.” The silver-haired old man said softly.

“Oh, this woman is so careful. Is there any treasure in the woods?” The old man couldn't help but say a few words.

“Brother Lin, stop dreaming. There are no signs of restraint in these woods. The people below are just brothers and sisters, and it's not normal to hide from the three old guys in this vicious place. Let's not get into too much trouble. Hurry up and hunt for treasure. It's best to get something out of the valley, otherwise you'll have to break into the valley.” Another old man with a green face said Slowly.

“Brother Ou is right, we ignore the nun. In this shithole, I can't do anything faster or faster. I'm afraid it's not a short time before you're done searching the valley. It's better not to waste time.” Someone disputed the opinion, but the old purple robe did not mean offense, but laughed and agreed.

The silver-haired old man nodded calmly and the three men passed through the dense forest without going back.

The women in the dense forest cautiously walked out of the woods only after seeing the light go away.

She looked away and muttered to herself:

“The silver-haired old man seems to be his brother in the falling clouds. I didn't expect this person to be here. Luckily, it was just a false alarm. ”

Naturally, this woman is the Purple Spirit of Fallen Valley after changing her appearance.

Hanri has an appointment with her. Let her find some traces of spider silk horses about spiritual candlefruit in the valley first. Then wait some time before rendezvous with her to find the spiritual candles.

Purple Spirit initially promised to be very happy, but naturally there has been some doubt about this condition in Han Li's heart.

However, she also knew that it certainly had nothing to do with her, and had never asked Han Li why.

Nowadays, she did not find a target in the woods, hesitated for a moment and flew away in the direction of the three old men in the light.

……

Six spiritual disciples in black searched everywhere in the woods in another dense forest of Fallen Valley. Wang Cicada and Yan Ruyan are among them.

Above the dense forest, the pale old man floated in the air with no expression on his face.

The spiritual monarch, Wang Tinggu and other spiritual monk disciples have no trace. I don't know where he went.

Suddenly a shout came from somewhere in the woods.

Then, in the ears of the elderly, a disciple came the sound of a great joy.

“Found it, here. ”

The old man moves in color, his body flashes with black light, and becomes a rainbow flying down.

Others heard the story, too.

“Where is it?” The old man stood over the disciple at the next moment, his eyes swept down to four, and asked coldly.

“Elder Zhong, here.” The disciple pointed to a big tree on one side and said respectfully.

The old man heard that his eyes looked at his fingers and his eyebrows moved a little.

The tree is very peculiar in shape, with the roots not only splitting apart, but also a large branch extending from left to right on the trunk. The whole tree is like a giant.

“Well done, that's probably it. If it's really this tree. When you get out of the valley, the door will reward you again.” The old man nodded and said with his face on his face.

The disciple heard the words and thanked him with joy and haste.

The old man slowly fell and circled around the giant tree twice, stopping on one side of the giant tree.

After a moment of staring, he raised his hand and his five fingers grabbed the void on the tree.

A hint of black yin flew slowly out of the trunk and then clustered into the old man's hand.

“It's really here. Call the others.

The old man Zhong finally showed a smile on his face and said.

At this point, as time passed, the other monks in the valley gradually dispersed.

Apart from a very small number of people looking for something purposefully, most of them are searching around blindly, hoping to find something.

But to disappoint most people, whether it was just the outside valley or not, with the exception of a few lucky ones, who picked up some remnants of the former Valley Brothers, most of whom had nothing to gain in the early days. Not as rumored, there are treasures everywhere in the valley.

Some desperate and self-absorbed monks began to lean slowly in the direction of the inner valley.

For Han Li, the first day of the Fall Valley was a bit bland.

Along the way, he had no intention of wasting time searching for treasures. Where safe, where he goes. Those places where restraint may exist hide far away.

As a result, although he was slow, he finally approached the place he had agreed with Nanhuo. It also clarifies its position in the valley.

(Finally, this chapter has been completed. Really tired. When the month ticket arrives, we don't say much. There are also monthly tickets, I hope to support the book more.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)