A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Ningzhou, Heavenly South East Yukon, is a small, unsightly state in Changzhou, the place where the Valley of Demons falls.

The opposite is true of the dense and boundless mountainous areas of Changzhou, with loess slopes and rare trees and rivers. Therefore, there are very few immortals living in this state. There are only a few small Huixian families, occupying a handful of inferior spiritual veins in the state, but they are also at large, and nobody gives them anything to fight for.

Southwest of Ningzhou, there is a mountain called Linlin Mountain. This is one of the only spiritual sites in the state.

This Lin Lin Mountain is not too small and is over a hundred miles wide. But the spiritual veins of the mountains are only more than ten miles away.

Only the main peak of Linlin Mountain and the two nearby hills barely allowed the monks to sit and practice. But it's so small, but there are two or three immortal families living here at the same time. It occupies three peaks each.

The Huang, Li and Wang families were forced to settle in such impoverished places as Ningzhou. Of course, they were all small families who were not in exile. The Huang family is the most powerful of them all. Let's not say Brother Knot Dan, even the founding brothers are only two. The rest of the doorman's children are some low-order disciples in the refining period, and there are many more realms such as three or four layers. Even the three families have thousands of children who have no roots at all and have to live outside Linlin Mountain.

The three families are so close to each other, there is no reason to get along peacefully, and the usual relationship is naturally good. Even for nearly a hundred years, the three disciples have been married to each other and married well. Inquire into its root causes, but it is Linlin Mountain, although the quality of the spiritual veins is really poor. But the three families have an unknown strange spirit fountain at the top of the main peak.

This Spirit Spring is not the rare Spirit Eye of the Spirit Eye Springs, but it is also a miraculously useful spiritual object.

With the water of this spring and some spirit tea soaked with psychotropic medicine, it can allow low-order disciples below the five or six layers of the gas refining period to wash the medulla to some extent, which is very beneficial for future cultivation. This is also one of the main reasons why the three families insist on staying here even though they know that this is not a good place to practice.

However, this Spirit Fountain, despite its peculiar effects, is not available for many years. Instead, only a fixed few days of the year come out of the underground, and each spring has very little water, which is not enough for three families to allocate.

In this way, the elders of the three families, after a consultation in the early years, simply sent three co-operatives to seal up the Spirit Springs and open them every ten years.

The amount of spring water accumulated in Spirit Springs in 10 years is fully sufficient for three households to use at a time. And every 10 years, it's exactly when the three new disciples grow up, and it doesn't cause the Spirit Springs to be squandered.

One mouthful of Spirit Springs in this neighborhood forced the three families to tie together. Together guard the use of such spirits. The Spirit Springs are opened every 10 years, and young disciples in the family are given good medulla washing.

On this day, at the summit of the main summit of Linlin Mountain, the opening ceremony of the powerful Spirit Springs is taking place.

Dozens of three disciples lined up in rows in front of a hundred or more tall Uzbek wall, and everyone looked forward with excitement.

These disciples, who are only sixteen or seven years old, are only eleven or twelve years old.

The cultivation is mostly around the three or four layers of the Qi Refining Stage, and even the one or two layers of the Qi Refining Stage, where many people are present.

In front of the crowd, there are more than a dozen older monks, all of whom are more than ten stories old during the Qi refining period. Even three of the elderly have reached the foundation stage. One mid-term, two early.

The dozen monks, who had been repaired to "high depth", were holding a magic apparatus in front of the stone walls, with incessant spells in their mouths, and were undergoing a ceremony to lift the bans of the Falun Front.

Opposite the tall stone walls are affixed with seven-sized and eighty-eight forbidden symbols of varying colors, flashing the glow of darkness.

At this moment, under the leadership of three elderly men, the spells in the mouths of more than a dozen monks rose high and fast, while the flags in the hands of the three men grew white.

A moment later, the three elderly men swung with one hand almost simultaneously and fought with one hand. swept away into a glow of glory.

The flint on the stone walls drifted down after a slight tremor in the glow of the courthouse.

At this time, several disciples with jade boxes in the back hurried forward, picked up these spiritual charms, carefully put them in the box, and immediately retreated.

This forbidden token is also a rare treasure for a small family like them and cannot be lost.

Without the forbidden stone walls, white spiritual light emerged while gently shivering.

Suddenly, the front monks, including the three elderly, raised their flags simultaneously in their hands. Different colors of thin filaments radiate out of the tip of the flag and disappear into the white light.

The shaking of the stone wall became more intense, and then in the roaring sound of the shaking mountain, the stone wall gradually split from the middle itself into two halves, revealing a large section of the middle more than ten width semi-circular gap.

The young disciples of the three families behind them all stared at each other and stared at the situation in the gap.

Knowing that this Fountain of Spirit can be regarded as a treasure by the three families, it is likely that ordinary family disciples will only be able to see the Fountain with their own eyes once in their lives. Naturally, you don't want to miss anything. In fact, almost every three-year-old in the family can speak clearly about the true appearance of this Fountain of Spirit.

A three-length, one-width pool made of white jade is deep within a gap of more than ten husbands. At first glance, only the crystal clear spring water of the small half pool is in the jade pool. It's pure as if it's spotless.

Even more remarkable is the implicit emission of an unspeakable fragrance from these pools, which makes people feel only comfortable and spiritually energized after smelling it.

The young disciples were disturbed for a while, and the white side of the three elderly people, who did not need to be elderly, suddenly turned around and shot their eyes out.

All the disturbances immediately subsided.

This is Huang Yuanming, the elder of the Huang clan, who has reached the middle of the foundation. Kind of like the real First Brother of Lin Mountain.

Not only did the disciples of the Huang family add to his awe, but the young disciples of the Wang and Li families also respected him abnormally.

“Oh! Yet Brother Huang's voice works. Can keep these little guys honest.” Another grey robe old man saw the scene, glanced at it and said with a laugh.

“Of course. Brother Huang is now at the end of the construction of the foundation. Perhaps we can go further into the later stages of foundation building?” Another old man in a robe also envied the anomaly, he said.

“The two brothers joked. For my brother at this age. Then there is the opportunity to go even further. This opportunity is left only to the younger generations. Let's make some spiritual tea and let these little guys take it. This time there seems to be more water in the pool than in previous years, which is a good thing.” Huang Yuanming hey smiled after a courteous modesty.

The other two elderly are naturally the foundation elders of the other two families.

These two families are worse than their Huang family, so they can barely cultivate a foundational monk to support the door. Huang Yuanming and these two have also been friends for many years, so he was completely uncomfortable with what he had just said.

The other two elderly people smiled slightly. Without mentioning this, they began to turn to the secret disciples of their respective families to make spiritual tea and immediately began to make them.

Immediately, two disciples from each family flew out and headed straight to the pool. But it was in the public eye that these disciples had not yet reached the edge of the Spiritual Pool, and suddenly there was an astonishing surprise.

Only at three or four lengths above the pool, suddenly a low thunderbolt sounded, and after a few flashes of five-color glow, a black ball emerged in the air.

Then this ball of black light emitted a strange "zla” sound, twisted deformation and turned into a long spatial crack.

Then “Putong" shouted, in the mouth of the Brothers' bench, a figure was thrown out by a five-color sweep of Xia, and fell into the jade pool just below.

Then this space crack flashed a few times and suddenly vanished into thin air.

As soon as the shadow fell into the pool, his mouth shouted softly and his figure stood shaking. After a glance at the monks in front of the pool, a strange look appeared on his face.

The three monks, headed by Huang Yuanming, cannot say a word that has long been appalling.

The famous figure was a young man in a green Confucian robe. It was also slightly surprising to see so many monks present at first sight, and a slight awkward colour flashed through, but then grew as usual.

The blue light flashed on her body, and the wet Confucian blouse in the sink instantly evaporated water gas, drying abnormally.

“Where is this place? Or is Dong Yu Guo cursing?” Men seem to float out of the pool as soon as they lift their feet at will. Then he turned his eyes and easily found Huang Yuanming, the deepest of the monks present, and asked softly. The words were full of unquestionable breath.

“This is Dongyu Guoning? I don't know the name of my predecessor. Can you give me a name tag?” Huang Yuan swept through the man's cultivation in the morning with his mind, and as a result his heart trembled, he could not see the other man's shallow face. This suggests that the other party is at least a knotted monk. And the other party's situation was really weird, he naturally dared not be slightly lazy, after a deep gift, carefully return abnormally.

The other two seniors also sensed Han Lixiu's unpredictability, and his heart was horrified. He also gave a deep gift and smiled with a full face.

“Ningzhou…” The young man blinked and his face was unchanged, but his mouth mumbled repeatedly and a hint of silence appeared on his face.

Naturally, this man is Han Li who has just escaped from the wreckage of the Garden of Spirituality. Twenty-seven years have passed since the original Battle of the Fallen Valley.

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