A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After a flash of light in the distant sky, a two-length rainbow grew and the wind flashed over the fog sea for hundreds of miles.

A young master emerged after the glow, wearing a Confucian shirt, just Han Li.

He was carrying a bamboo cartridge and kept measuring the fog below.

The result is a white spot where you can't see anything.

Han Li double-eyebrowed and his pupils flashed blue. After a moment, the divine color suddenly subsided.

“There are some doorways to this island of bitter bamboo, and even with the use of bright and clear eyes, it is impossible to fully see the prohibitions below. The Great Banki Array is truly famous.” Han muttered and said to himself.

“It's natural, but the wind of this bitter bamboo island can add more power to your refined seven-fire fan, and this trip is also necessary. And this bitter old man, who also seems to be the best opponent for testing puppet power, is worth every penny.” There was a weaker voice in the bamboo cylinder from the great deity, which seemed to be weaker and weaker than when the soul had just split.

“I know. That's why the puppet was here as soon as it was refined. But how long will you last?” Han Li asked somewhat worried.

“Rest assured, I will not be easily reincarnated without your soul charm and without seeing the real power of the puppet.” The Great Deuteronomy laughed low.

Han nodded and looked down at the sea fog under his feet. Suddenly he glanced and patted himself on a storage bag between his waist.

Suddenly a blue light rolled out, the shadow shook, a middle-aged monk with a pale face, similar to Han's standing figure, appeared in front of him.

This monk was dressed in a yellow shirt with the same skin as a jade. He looked closely at it and looked exactly like the little puppet that the Great Derivative God had left behind. But his eyes flashed cold, his face frozen, and he had no smile at all.

Although I have seen it many times already, Han Li took a hard look at the moment the puppet appeared.

Soft jade is amazing. Originally gray, but slightly refined by the Great Derivative God, the color immediately became similar to the skin, merging all the soft balls onto the silver-based puppet shell, a lifelike real person appeared in front of the eyes.

And because of the characteristic of the spontaneous deformation of the Soft Jade of the Spirit, he also incorporated a little distraction into the puppet. Under his manipulation, the puppet can also speak, change the expression, and the real person is no different.

But the only problem with using this puppet is probably the spirit stone. Such a high-grade puppet, the average mid-level spirit stone is naturally not very common, fully utilized, supporting the puppet a few times. Only high-grade spirit stones can instigate a full puppet attack.

But the rarity of premium spiritual stones goes without saying. Han Li has been collecting only a few high-end spiritual stones, even though he has been paying special attention to this item in every Fang Shi since his arrival. Let the puppet attack with all his might. And every high-end spirit stone, it's estimated, will last only a minute.

“Do it.” Han Liguo said lightly.

Anyway, since the puppet is refined, it must be tested.

The two hands of the puppet were lifted together without saying anything, with five fingers slightly open.

Suddenly the bright green light gathered quickly in its palm, and between the eyes, two huge, skull-sized light spheres gathered to form, dazzling and astonishing.

“Poop” two voices, the puppet wrist slightly trembled, the light bulge into two light columns lasered down, instantly disappeared in the mist of the sea, as if the mud bull entered the sea.

Han Li stared silently at the fog and said nothing.

A moment later, a shocking burst sounded, the original calm fog sea tumbled, then two thick columns of wind swept up in the fog and swept away. The nearby fog swept out a hundred places, as if it were out of the sea.

Almost at the moment when the wind column appeared, a few loud whistles of varying lengths and lengths appeared underneath, and the whistle was filled with surprise and anger.

Han's gaze swept beneath the mist, a large island hidden in a thin lot of sea mist, and above the island, a green screen emerged, almost covering most of the islands.

At this time, more than a dozen different colors of luminosity emerged from the light screen, rushing straight to Han Li's position.

Obviously, the blow just now struck the monks on the island.

At first glance, Han Li saw that the group of monks were uneven, both foundation-building and knotting, but the first elderly man was later knotting.

“Who are the two people, why... Well, it turns out they are two seniors. I wonder what the two seniors are doing on the island? ”

As soon as they flew to Han Li, they wanted an angry entertainer to question them. But after sweeping the first monk, he found that Han Li was actually a middle-aged monk of Yuan Bao like the elderly bitter bamboo man, and after not seeing the puppet's realm, his heart snapped and his tone gently rolled down.

“After hearing about the fame of Taoist Taoist Taoist, this time come to see me, can Taoist give me one or two.” Han Li's eyes didn't blink for a second, smiling.

“This is unfortunate. The master had just closed down a few years ago, no longer appeared to meet visitors. If the two seniors really had important matters, they could talk to the seniors first or second, and the seniors could also be some of the masters of Bitter Bamboo Island.” As soon as he became the first monk, he laughed.

“Taoist Bitterbamboo is closed. It's a shame. But since you're in charge, so be it. I heard that Guizhou had raised an ancient bird, Oufeng. Is that true?” Han Li blinked and asked as usual.

“Oufeng? What do you mean by that?” In the heart of the First Master.

“Nothing, I'm refining the same treasure, I need three phoenixes at the tail of the wufeng. I would like to exchange one Lv7 Demon Dan and three Lv6 Demon Beast Inner Dan for it. I wonder if my friend can agree.” Han Li just said this in silence, his robe flashed, four jade boxes flew out of his sleeve and floated in front of him.

Fingers randomly pointed at void points on the jade box, and the box cover opened, revealing four demons of different colors in the box. One is slightly larger and three are slightly smaller.

“In exchange for phoenix? ”

Han Li's request was unexpected by the first master, and he was somewhat confused.

“That's right. The pheasant on your island should be a Class 7 bird. With so many demons, I can see that I sincerely make this deal.” Han Li smiled and showed a heavy colour.

“Wu Feng is an ancient spiritual bird, but it is more than natural to trade these demons for a spiritual bird. But I'm afraid the younger generation won't be able to agree to this.” Shaking his head with hesitation for half a day in the shade of the old man's face.

Han Li listened to the reply, glanced at the cold, looked at the person coldly and said nothing.

At first sight, Han Li's face was not well colored, his heart was heavy, and he hurried to explain:

“Senior, don't get me wrong. It is not that the younger generation does not give the elder's face, but that the island's Upper Phoenix is at an advanced juncture, really can not harm any modification. ”

“Turns out so. But the wind itself is bound to gain. Let's see. I'll add another level 7 Demon Dan, which will always make up for the loss of Koh Koh.” Han stood still, frowned and turned his hand, and pulled out a jade box.

This time, the people of Bitter Bamboo Island can't help but look at each other!

“What, so the island won't say yes?” Han Li sighed down and glanced at the monks in front of him with cold eyes.

“This is a matter of great importance. The younger generation really can't sit down. Otherwise, Senior, wait a minute, I risk being punished by my tutor, send a note to the closing room to see how the tutor responds.” After being swept away by Han Li's gaze for the first monk, the spirits fought a cold war. After sweeping the puppet next to him, he finally bit his teeth and said:

If, because of his improper handling, he could spark enemies on Bitter Bamboo Island, he would be punished as well.

“Okay. I'll wait for you.” Han Li nodded and was a little slow.

As a result, the old man did put out a note to make things clear and the terms of Han Li's exchange, and then put it back. Of course, it must have highlighted the terrible manipulation of Han Li and the puppet, making him look compelled.

Han Li didn't wait long, and suddenly a loud old voice came from the island as his hands carefully weighed the ban over Bitter Bamboo Island backwards.

”Originally, there was a visit from an infant Daoist. My husband was unable to go out to greet me, and I hope the two Daoists will forgive me. Please welcome the two friends to the island's Yingfeng Palace. The old man will leave immediately to meet the guests.” From the sound of the speech, the other party is obviously the elderly bitter bamboo. The first half is to Han Li, and the second two sentences are to disciples under the door.

“Yes, Master! Seniors, please come with me. The teacher has planned to meet the two seniors in person.” The old man hurried to hold his fists in his hands, shooting in the air to compliment him, and then turned his head again, smiling at Korean.

“Ok, Han has long heard of your island and is looking forward to seeing it.” Han glanced at the puppet next to him for a circle, and said with the same color. Then landed on the island simultaneously with the puppets following these monks.

With the help of a puppet in the late stages of his infancy, Han Li will never be able to trap him even if he starts this so-called Bangi Battle. Therefore, there is no fear that the other party will suddenly turn its face in dependence.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people flew into the island from a crack that split itself in the light screen.

As soon as Han Li flew into it, he felt a spiritual energy rush, and all the trees below were huge green and green trees. These trees were really tall and immobile. They were 30 or 40 feet tall, and there were obviously many kinds of trees, not rare trees easily visible to the outside world.

More than a dozen trees in the forest are significantly higher than other trees. They are a purple and strange mulberry tree, spread all over the forest, and the arrangement implies heaven and earth.

“Is this the Tenzang Divine Tree in Guijima? Didn't you say that there is only one strain in your island, but there are also more than a dozen strains in this minority!” Han Li frowned and suddenly asked the old man beside him.

And the old man is staring at the human puppet for a few moments, secretly wondering why this “predecessor” is always silent and faceless, is he a character freak? (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)