A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Daoyou did not have to be coerced by them. The King's reinforcements will arrive shortly. As long as Daoyou can protect the King for a moment, he will naturally have no worries.” This is what King Dazzler, the long-time corpse king, said.

Han Li's unexpected appearance was clearly regarded by the old devil as a life-saving straw.

At this time, Han Li held his shoulders with both hands and revealed a sincere look.

The man in the yellow robe saw this, the fierce light flashed in his eyes, but then he pressed and pressed. Opposite this seemingly young monk, although he has not yet revealed other divine talents, just now an arc knocked out the giant snake made up of demonic clouds, which really scared him to underestimate each other too much.

This person can no longer continue to hide his original intentions while thinking about the spinning room, straightforwardly said:

“Brother Fancy, didn't you notice? Haven't I stayed with Seven Sons of the Demon Wind and Three Shades of Yellow Dust? As soon as you get out of the mausoleum, I'll ask them to set up a new formation, trapping your mausoleum long dead. Although it is unlikely that they will be able to attack the tomb room on their own, there will be no problem in temporarily delaying it for a day and a half. Not to mention... hey!” The big man in the yellow robe grinned as he spoke.

“What's more?” Wang Xiaowang's heart was so heavy, his eyes stared dead at the big man, his hands clenched into fists.

“Not to mention, it's almost noon now, the pulse eruption of the yin is just the weakest time of the day, the dazzling brother's heavenly corpse law, now I'm afraid to greatly reduce the power.” The sandy man lifted his head up and looked towards the sky, with a strange smile in the corner of his mouth.

Wang Xiaowang heard this, his face was iron blue, but a dark air appeared hidden.

“Okay, good! I didn't expect you to study the King's heavenly corpse so much. Even the vaginal matter of the earthly pulse is clear. But you know more, it's just fur. The only place in the heavenly corpse law, this king let you see it today.” Suddenly the Dazzling King laughed heavenly and said harshly.

There was no hope for reinforcements, and he was angry in his heart and refused to let go. At the same time, he realized that Han Li couldn't be touched without showing some strength.

The Dazzling King immediately opened his mouth.

A bunch of black blood erupted outside the body, weathered into a fist-sized black rune, and instantly reflexed into the head of the dazzling king, clearly and abnormally displayed.

This symbol then emits a demonic black light, and the grey white corpse gas wrapped around the old demon rolls over, whilst shouting a beastly roar from his mouth.

The big man in the yellow robe saw the scene, although he didn't know what magic King Wang was going to do, but naturally he wouldn't let the other party do it so lightly, immediately without thinking out loud:

“Do it, don't delay it.” Then this maniac on the sand lifted his feet a little suddenly beneath the giant gourd.

The mouth of the gourd shook slightly, and the huge strand of yellow sand rolled out of the inside immediately, turning the grit into a huge sand shadow of several lengths, pounding hard on the king of dazzling.

The other two heard the rumors and simultaneously attacked. Breaking voices emerged from the white hurricanes, which sparked hundreds of giant wind blades, each sized, sparkling with white light and an astonishing sound of spikes. The wind blade technique is very different at first glance.

And in the cloud, more than a dozen flying knives came out.

These blade blades are bright and only inches in size when fired. But in the blink of an eye, he turned into Xu Long Rainbow, under the cover of those wind blades, silently chopped over.

Looking at the crisis and the body, the Dazzling King also finished the spell in time.

After a roar, the high crown on his head escaped, and after a long, windswept dance, he was more than twice as long, turning purple and black. And at the same time, the old devil's hands held each other's arms, his figure was dramatically raised several feet high, and he was covered in dense green hair on several inches. He also had sharp nails in purple and black on his ten fingers. His face quickly dried and recessed. A pair of long inches of fangs were produced by an eye-catching mouthpiece, which became obscene and scary.

This dazzling king revealed the original shape of the Ten Thousand Years Dead King.

At this moment, the sand, the wind blade and the rainbow attacked the front, the colour flashed on the dazzling king's face, a mouth, a fist-sized gold bead ejected out of the body, this bead slipped and turned into a big gold hand, one hand grabbed the sand. And King Xuan himself, his arms waved like a phantom wave, countless green claws turned into a large net, protecting himself at once.

The old devil intends to take on other offenses with a pair of fleshclaws, fierce.

The wind blade, the rainbow was all firmly cut over the claw shadow, the white light flashed and instantly submerged the figure of the dazzling king.

A loud "bang” sounded, the green light rolled over where the Dazzling King stood, and the rainbow of the wind blade was simultaneously hit by a huge force of backfired missiles.

This dazzling king of cultivating the heavenly corpse, a pair of claws appearing in the original form of the corpse king actually tougher than gold iron, harder than the usual magic treasure, three points harder. Just one hit broke the wind blade and the flying knife combined attack.

At this time, the golden hand of the golden bead, after rolling over with the sand bead, grabbed the neck of the sand bead and temporarily controlled it.

Han Li cold-eyed this place and one of the divine colors moved slightly. The dead man, after being seriously injured, was still so fierce. There's something unexpected about him.

However, the man in the yellow robe saw that the sand was held by gold hands, not angry and rejoicing, pointing a finger at the struggling sand.

Shatong's body flashed with yellow light, his body suddenly slipped away from the control of the golden hand for a beach of scattered sand, then regrouped, instead wrapped the golden hand inside it.

The big man didn't give up on this. After a cold glance at Wang and Han Li, he silenced his hands and pinched them. The yellow sand mist around him made a commotion. Suddenly a huge wave of sand of more than a dozen heights rolled into the middle. At the same time, the strange noise of ghost crying came from time to time in the dust sand, and suddenly he was too small to listen to the loss of his soul.

He started a roundabout on this, intending to strangle the dazzling king in the middle by resorting to the Falun Front ban.

It's just that Han Li looked at his moment in the yellow robe, and judging from his heart at the time, I'm afraid the man on the sand was designed with him. As long as he hesitates a little and brings this array really close together, this man will definitely hang him together.

With a defamation in his angry heart, Han Li, who had no intention of wasting any more time, finally made a move.

The sleeve robe shook and dozens of golden flying swords flew out. After a circle, it turned into a huge sword shadow slashed into a sand wave on its nearest side.

At the same time, the purple antique mirror, which had already been snapped in one hand, also brightened up. After a slight injection of force, a purple light column suddenly sprayed out first thing, striking the sand fog.

A strange scene appeared, the purple flame of light that specializes in fog breaking into the sand and dust, like a mud cow entering the sea, no reaction was revealed.

Han Li frowned and showed a little vigilance. Kwangxia, transformed by the swords, was then cut over the waves transformed into sand mist.

A huge gap suddenly emerged.

“Be careful not to touch the sand, the soul falling sand specializes in dirty swords.” The Dazzling King was under constant siege by several French treasures at this time, but when Han Li finally broke the line, he couldn't help but rejoice in his heart and drank a quick reminder.

“A foul flying sword?” Han Li heard a rumor and hasn't reacted yet.

The openings that had just been cut off suddenly changed colors, and the shadows rose, and countless black sands floated around the swords as if they were ghosts. At the same time, a thick black gas of silk was ejected from the sand, wrapped around each sword.

As soon as Han Lipton touched these black wires, he felt that the sword connected with his heart was stuck. At the same time, the idea of controlling the sword seemed to have been expelled by external forces, and he gradually lost control of the sword.

Han Li looked cold and pointed a little in the direction of the flying sword. He threw up a word "explosion” in his mouth.

The thunderous sounds of "Boom Boom Boom Boom” echoed, and countless fine gold arcs burst from the flying sword, bursting open to love.

All the black wire everywhere the Golden Arc was swept away and even opened up a vast empty space directly in the sand fog.

Han Li's eyes glanced deep into the sand fog and his face looked a little difficult.

Just in the middle of the sand fog, dense and numb gravel floats in the air. Their gravel looks like ordinary yellow sand, but it's definitely not a one-and-a-half minute job to break them.

He was hesitating, then suddenly the silver wings went to Xi 'an, and then people disappeared from the spot in the thunderous sound, and appeared in another place more than ten years away. And a red, long, go-like pharaoh, just stood right there, through the hole.

Even so far apart, Han Li still felt a hot breath and couldn't help but be furious.

The chango circled one after the other and flew back.

He looked up coldly into the cloud of the spear, and the blue flashed in his pupils.

Although the cloud is dense and abnormal, it is like nothing in the eyes of a clear spirit. Every move of an old man in a robe was clearly seen.

The old man was looking at Han Li with amazement, obviously scared by Han Li's thunder technique.

Han Li did not speak, his wings slightly slapped behind him, and after a thunderbolt, he disappeared from sight.

The old man in the robe saw this, but he had a lot of fighting experience. Suddenly remembering something suddenly slapped a storage bag between his waist, a blue light immediately flew out of the bag, turned into a green ancient shield, blocked in front of him.

And just at this moment, the silver flashed on the edge of the cloud, and Han stood up and emerged. A golden glow flashed on his body with a fist in his hands and a golden coat emerged as a burst of sound.

Then, after Han's faceless wave, people disappeared again.

At this time, the old man in the cloud got cold in his heart, without false thought, a little sword of phosphorus sprayed out, turning into a green rainbow early and peripheral dancing uncertain.

The elderly are not yet relieved, as they are about to release several pieces of Pharaoh, the sound of a thunderbolt is suddenly coming from one side.

(Number one! Second, it's late tomorrow, Khan! Just after the holidays, I had to deal with some things at home.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)