A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Good! Good. Although this demonized body is not as good as mine, I can't take it anymore. It seems you are not a low-ranking monk. My lord, take your blood first!” “Nanhuo" Yinshen said.

The black air on his face was three points thicker than just now, while a pair of silver-white eyeballs were freezing cold and the dead stared at the old man without blinking. And the old man's heart was cold.

As soon as he finished his speech, "Nanhuohou", his figure moved and brought out a series of phantom debris, people jumped at the old man, and he didn't want to talk about it at all.

The old man Lu's frightened soul flew out of the sky, trying to get out of the stone wall, but time was running out. The other side moved too fast, almost instantly parked in front of him, like a ghost, and a black gas wrapped claw had plunged straight into the old man's head.

The old man was in a hurry. He had to flash white light all over his heart and poured all his powers into the fire red gauze.

The flaming red curtain in front of me burst a half-foot high red light. The black claw was brutally inserted in the gaze of "Nanhuohou".

The strange voice of "Zla” came. The curtain gleamed. In the old man's heart, the ghost claw finally stopped after going deep into the light screen.

The old man saw this sigh of relief, the blood on his face slightly replied slightly, his body flashed again, to drive the protective spirit light, coming out of these hard iron-like forbidden stone walls to break the wall.

Opposite “Nanhuohou", the corner of the mouth slightly curved, revealing a hint of irony.

A loud rumbling sound struck the red screen as Nanhuo waved his other arm.

The old man had just released the outside light, and somehow, after a shock, most of it immediately collapsed.

When the old man stood still and had not yet understood what the other party intended, Nanhuo went deep into the light screen and suddenly punched his arm, then struck him with the same lightning punch.

The light was another shock, and the remaining protective spirit of the elderly was struck by it, and it collapsed clean. At the same time, his body sank and he fell back into the stone wall several inches.

“Bad!”

The old man Lu finally remembered something when he saw the scene, and his face changed dramatically. He hurried to shake the white flag in his hand and wanted to sacrifice the treasure.

But “Nanhuohou" two fists waved, not rushed punch after punch, not giving the old man a chance to sacrifice the French flag at all. Each punch just injects half the spirit of the old man into the flag. The harder it is, the faster it hits, the louder it becomes, and the louder it bursts for a while.

The old man wanted to perform other secrets in horror, but the same magic was scattered in half. There is no way to muster magic.

In this way, Lu Weiying, with his immense powers and divine talents, was trapped alive in the stone walls without being able to do anything. He could only look at the red screen in front of him, slightly thinner and faded, and his face showed a desperate look.

After a cold glance at the silver eyeballs of "Nanhuohou”, the old man Lu had a cold war in his heart.

Without a doubt, in the end, he must have ruptured the treasure, and human beings were raw and smashed into meat sauce.

Thinking about it, the old man bites his teeth and suddenly drinks loudly. The white glow flashed over his head, and a former baby with a face resembling an old man suddenly appeared in the heavenly lid. This yuan is a little panicky, but his hands are dead and he holds a blue sword.

Almost at the same time, the light curtain of the ancient treasure of the Haoyang Yangsai sent a cracking sound.

The last slight hesitation of Yuan Bao also disappeared without a trace. It stamped suddenly, Yuan Bao disappeared without a trace, and the next moment appeared directly at the entrance. Then this Yuan Baby will fall into the passage and run for his life.

But just at this moment, a strange scene emerged.

“Nanhu Hou” still seemed unresponsive with his back to the entrance, but the back minister's robe burst open, leaving his back bare and revealing a ghost face identical to that of the Blood Curse Gate, closing the dual purpose actually existed on it, it was no different than it really was.

This ghost suddenly opened his eyes and revealed the same silver-white eyeballs. At the same time, a purple shadow flashes like something sprays out of your mouth.

At this time, the old man Yuan Bao had just said that the sword in his arms was thrown, and he was about to fly up and go away as if he had heard something in his ear. Then he felt a heat in his head. Something burst out between his eyebrows and stuck out.

Yuan Bao only stared at the long strip of things between his eyes, a moment later a sharp scream sounded, then it instantly lost its full strength, fell out of the air and fell to the ground motionless.

At this point, if there are other monks beside you, a thick purple long strip of thumb extends from the ghost face all the way to the back of the Yuan Baby's brain and then from the front hole of the eyebrow through the extension of the ruler to long.

Looks like a ghost tongue. But so long, so weird.

Ghostface saw Yuan Baby fall on the floor, smiled, long tongue beast shrunk a large mouth, finally rolled the old Yuan Baby into the mouth, chewed a few times and swallowed directly down. Then the ghost face showed satisfaction and closed his eyes slowly. At this point, Nanhuo finally turned around. I looked at the blue sword that had lost its owner without expression, and the color flashed. Grabbing the other hand, he pulled out the heart of Lu's old man's body. Then gently pinched, the heart turned into a bloody mist.

This flesh and body came to an immediate conclusion.

After doing all this, “Nanhuo" swept this place with no expression, then turned into a black gas and flew into the passage.

A moment later, he appeared at the bottom of the water pond, looked up at the unmanned arrays of law, and there was a slight smile on his face and flew directly to the surface of the running pond.

The work of a cup of tea, “Nanhuohou" appeared on a stone mountain, floating over the mountain at a height of more than 100 feet, looking down.

Flying so high, naturally touched the prohibition of Fall Valley, countless bloody red lightning falling from the sky, all aimed at this person.

But before these lightning bolts approached the front of "Nanhuo Hou”, they all flashed aside, turned around and flashed past, leaving him safe and sound as Mount Tai in the midst of many lightning thunderstorms.

After a half-day look at the surroundings, Nanhuohou finally identified the direction. He stared in one direction and his eyes narrowed slightly, and the silver glow flashed in his eyes.

All of a sudden he became a black gas that burst into thin air and vanished into thin air.

……

At this time, in the basin, Ghost Gate Master Wei Minfei and others were fighting beside the altar, looking up at the almost infinite staircase, full of wonder.

It should have been here a long time ago, but as we approached the altar more than ten miles away, a widespread ban began to emerge. This prohibition must be broken to keep moving forward.

As a result, the delay was, naturally, a half-day's work, and they travelled to the altar.

Now that they're close, they can see clearly how long this altar has been built, although it looks magnificent. Not only are all kinds of weeds spreading up the stairs, but some places have begun to break the wind.

“Go! As soon as we get to the top of the altar, we can find traces of the Garden of Spirituality and find a way in. According to the wretched soul, the entrance to the Garden of Spirituality is here.” After a half-day of careful gauging, Ghost Gate Master finally opened his mouth and urged him. Then a few steps forward, taking the lead on the altar.

But immediately, the Ghost Gatekeeper couldn't help but curse loudly, so that others couldn't help but scold.

“Everybody be careful! There are other restrictions on this ladder, and it does not seem easy to climb to the top of the altar.” Looking over the edge of the staircase, a ghost gate master with yellow light around said hatred of biting his teeth.

Wei couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this.

Although he would not care about the prohibition, in this way they had to drag it backwards as they walked to the top of the altar. This left Wei feeling helpless.

In fact, it's not just Wei, the others don't look much better. Knowing the existence of the Garden of Spirituality, these people have long put their minds on it and have shown great impatience with the recent prohibitions.

“Let's go!” Wang Tian Gu sighed and stepped on the stairs as well. The yellow light flashed nearby, suddenly feeling heavy, his shoulders weighed a thousand pounds at a time.

At this point, the rest of us stepped on the ladder and had the same situation. Among them, Wei was immobile, seemingly indifferent. And the three ghost disciples of Khutan trembled a few times and looked white.

A pedestrian slowly wanted to climb to the top of the altar.

……

“Is this the candlestick?” Han stood in a forbidden oasis, staring at a green lake in front of him, muttering.

Outside the ban is boundless terroir, a vast desert of tens of thousands of miles.

“Absolutely. No matter the shape, no matter what the tag is referring to, this spiritual object is true!” Purple Spirit stood on the Korean side of the long distance and said with a hint of excitement, a pair of bright eyes glittered, looking forward to Green Lake without blinking.

And in the midst of the hundreds of feet of lake water in front of the two, there was a small piece of sludge that revealed the surface of the water, and there was a green dripping grass.

The grass is a few feet tall, with a thumb-sized oval blade, and at the top of the grass, there are four strange fruits alone.

These fruits are red in flames, wide up and down, flashing a faint red light at the top, resembling a red candle lit on a candlestick, and a strong smell of medicine.

Han Lixin was equally certain that the object was a spiritual candle fruit. When he heard the purple spirit say so, he only smiled slightly.

“I'm on my way, take this off. Save a lot of nightmares.” Purple Spirit took a deep breath and twisted his head, recommending to Korean.

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