A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Nice, that's the door.” Nanxun looked at this small stone door and looked at the colour of thought, but finally said with a long breath.

“The blood on this door seems to be a little too magical. Is there a problem?” Ru Weiying looked at it for a while and asked uncomfortably. “This door is an ancient monk, sealed with full body blood. Naturally there is something different than a general prohibition, which is normal. What, Brother Lu wants to beat back the drums now.” Nanhuohou glanced and said softly.

“Drums out of school? It's all here. How could Lu do such a stupid thing? But just in case. Shouldn't be more cautious.” The old man shook his head and said heavily.

“Brother Lu said that doesn't make any sense. This door does make people feel uncomfortable. Well, let's put a few layers of restraint outside the door. In case anything goes wrong, there is no need to worry about going back.” Nanhuo thought about it and said in a slow manner.

“Okay, so best. As Taoist said.” Ru Weiying nodded without hesitation and happily agreed.

So Nanhuo and the elderly took out several sets of array apparatus from the body and began to set up a law array at the bottom of the pool.

……

But just as the two southerners were preparing to lift the gates of the blood curse, across the inner valley, in a giant mountain filled with Montenegrin stone, several people were slowly moving towards the top of the mountain.

Headed by a frightening and shady middle-aged monk, beside him is an elderly man in green shirt, two ghost gatekeepers and Wei Wuwei.

Wang Tiangu is behind the two of us.

Behind the three of them, four other Ghostly Spiritual Mentoring disciples were closely followed.

“This ghost place is such an evil place that hundreds of miles away have been banned from the sky and can't even fly far from the ground.” Wang Tian looked over his head and suddenly murmured in a whisper.

“The more so, the more we find the right place. If I were an ancient monk, this would be the place to be. After all, with these prohibitions in place, it is unlikely that there will be a few monks willing to walk here for a day or two.” The Lord of the Spirit Gate replied calmly, unchanging in color.

“After all the thought, I hope we haven't found the wrong place this time. We've already lost three disciples along the way.” Wang Tiangu showed some helplessness.

The Lord of the Ghost Gate listened to this, hey hey chuckled, did not answer anything.

But at that time, Wei looked at the top of the summit and said unemotionally.

“We've been walking for three days and two nights since we entered the inner valley, and it should be almost there. Don't tell me. We have a few more days to go! ”

“Don't worry, Wei Daoyu. Over this mountain, that's where we're going. Don't rush! If this thing is done, our ghost gate can certainly become the first bulk of the monastery. Wei Daoyou breaks through the divine period, and refers to the day to day to day.” Master Ghost Lingmen did not dare to slacken Wei, and the color of God slowed down and said.

“Hmm! To be honest, I don't believe in the legend of the Garden of Spirituality. Mostly just rumors blackmailed by the ancient monks. If there was such a space at the intersection of the spiritual world and our human world, it would have been found by other monks and could still be maintained today.” Wei was silent for a moment, and some sarcastic remarks were made.

“Brother Wei, if you don't believe me, why did you say yes to my invitation?” The Grinch Gatekeeper did not reveal any distinction, but rather a rather interesting question.

“Wang Daoyou was so solemn that he almost took half the elite out of the door. Naturally, he had some certainty about the trip to Fallen Valley. Even if it is not a Garden of Spirituality, what the Taoists are looking for should be an ancient monk's secret ground. Now that my husband knows about it, he will naturally get involved. You use your old man's reputation to settle in other monks in the valley, and the old man divides some treasures, so it shouldn't be too much.” Wei didn't even think about it, he said politely.

“Ha ha! Brother Wei is also quick to speak. However, Wei Daoyou was wrong about one thing. It took so much effort to go to the Garden of Spirituality. The Garden of Spirituality is not a falsehood, but it is indeed there. The whole Fall Valley was actually built by the ancient monks to guard the Garden of Spirituality. All we have to do is climb the mountain and we'll see for ourselves in a few hours. Opening this space will depend on Wei Daoyou's help.” The Ghost Gatekeeper laughed for a while and said with a hint of madness.

Wei never heard anything unexpected, his face revealed a touch of motion.

“Hearing what Wangmen said, it seems that the evidence of the existence of the Garden of Spirituality is already in hand. ”

“Yes, there is a 70-80% certainty in this section to confirm the existence of Linghuan Garden. As for the evidence, when you get there, Wei Daoyou will naturally know.” Once the middle-aged man in the black robe had said this, he revealed a mysterious colour on his face.

This person is a hero, he himself is only a former infant's early cultivation, but in the face of Wei Minfei, the former infant's late Great Brother, there is no disconcerting color.

Wei nodded endlessly and his face replied as if it were the beginning, but his heart couldn't help laughing.

Even if the Lord of the Spirit Gate in front of him said that the smallpox had fallen, and he had not seen the Garden of Spirituality with his own eyes, he would never believe in half of it.

Of course, these belly slander words will not be spoken directly, but after a slight smile, the topic suddenly turns to another matter.

“As soon as Elder Chung entered the valley, he and I waited apart to act. It has been such a long time since we met. Can Lord Wang inform us of the whereabouts of Jong-do? You wouldn't let such an ex-baby elder wander around the Valley of the Fallen, would you, like all the other monks? ”

“Brother Wei joked. Without hiding it, Elder Chung actually went to another place in the valley to find another treasure. Of course, this treasure, though rare, cannot be compared to the Garden of Spirituality.” The Ghost Gatekeeper didn't seem to mind the question at all, and said lightly.

After listening to the other party admit so frankly, Wei Lifeless laughed twice, but it's not easy to keep asking. The group waited for the silence to return and continued to walk towards the mountain.

……

Six or seven Ghost Gate disciples are scattered around in a pile of crater slumps, searching for something under some boulders. And Ghost Gate's bell, the old man, floats in the center of this pile of stones, motionless.

Though his divinity can easily cover dozens of miles of wilderness, it is a lack of strength to find some specific markers.

So even though he was intolerant, he relied only on these disciples under the door, searching slowly like a needle.

……

At the exit of the Grand Canyon somewhere in the inner valley, there was a sudden thunderous rumbling in the gorge filled with five-colored daylight. Then the daylight amplified and a lightning bolt burst out of the valley and suddenly a group of monks rushed out.

Headed by the old Taoist and an old man in a green robe, the two appeared to have no injuries, but had a very good image, with a grey-headed face.

Exactly the Elder East Gate Map of the Heavenly Crystal Real People and the King's Spiritual Sect.

The other five Green Robe Brothers behind them were similarly shattered and pale and seemed to have eaten some bitter looks. But those two evil puppets, they're still exactly the same, no change.

“Finally breaking the ban into the inner valley. I had no idea that the two puppets of Tianjing Daoyou were so powerful that they were almost as good as the early top priests. What an envy!” The eastern gate slammed out of the valley for dozens of lengths before stopping to glow. He looked back at the canyon behind him and glanced at the two dazzling evil puppets, revealing a different colour.

“A puppet is a puppet, and how can you compare it to those of the East Cousins? Each of them practiced one of the five forms of kung fu. Together, I'm afraid they will be able to contend with the late monks of Yuan Bao for a while.” Tianjing Real People obviously have a lot of attention to Dongmentu. Once out of the valley, they deliberately lag behind, and if nothing comes, they come a distance from him. And the two organ puppets flashed at this moment, standing behind the old ways.

Seeing this scene, Dongmentu sighed first, but smiled bitterly.

“Tianjing Daoyou was really careful with me. After these two days of working together, Daoyou should have no prejudice against me. Mister Daoist should think about joining forces again. It would be much safer for me to hunt for treasure together than to fight alone. ”

“What did Dongman say? Aikido doesn't have any prejudice against Aikido, he just likes to be alone. Together, don't mention it. Now that we're both in the inner valley, Sakaido said goodbye." Tianjing Real People beat up a haha. If nothing happened, they refused to say goodbye. After giving a gift, they looked carefully at each other's faces, and did not move away.

Dongmen saw the situation, frowned and smiled.

“Since Tianjing Daoist really doesn't want to be with the next one. Of course I won't be forced anymore. Then let's break up. I hope Taoist Brother got something!” He smiled softly as usual. “Hey, hey! Then there will be more good words from the East Gate.” As soon as Tian Jing Humans heard this word, his face was suddenly loose and his voice was peaceful. Then the old road took the two puppets and, after a little identification of the downward direction, immediately left not tightly. The face of the old man in the green robe faded as he watched the rear of the celestial realm gradually go away.

“This old man is very cautious. After spending two days with him, there was no leakage. Otherwise, the husband would be safer if there were two more puppets in the Inner Valley.” Dongmentu sighed as if he was unhappy, looked around and patted a bag of spiritual beasts between his waist.

The monk, a giant, silver-shinkling bat, flew out of his pocket and landed in front of the east gate map.

He raised his hand and a black pill ejected. The silver colored pills were swallowed in the stomach in one half-air bite, then circled in one direction and flew in the other direction.

When Dongmentu saw the scene, he hurried to greet the five brothers behind him and took the lead in turning into a green light to fly past. Five spiritual monks followed. In the blink of an eye, there was no sign of anyone at the canyon entrance. (Number one!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)