A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

When I heard my sister say this, the rich man flashed a hesitation in his eyes, thinking about it for a moment, but nodded in agreement:

“Since the pages of the Pluto River don't work for Daoist, my husband won't force me anymore. But I'm going to leave a mark on Daoist. As long as Daoist does not leave Nanjiang, the mark will disappear after six months. Han Daoyou doesn't care about my husband! ”

“Yes, my whereabouts are not secret. Daoist is.” Han Li smiled and didn't want to say yes.

Once the old man listened to this, he didn't politely single-handedly pinch, after several spells in his mouth exited, a blue light struck out.

Han Lizhuang looked closely, seeing that this legal decision was only a normal mark, and when his arm lifted, he left the blue light to disappear.

The rich old man revealed his satisfaction and took the page of the river and told the people:

”The old man has already said it. Since Baidou and I need three more days to think about it, I will wait here for Baidou for three more days. Yuan and Han Daoyou can leave and get ready first. At the entrance of Yin Yang Cave is the Valley of Poisons, which is filled with poisonous flowers and venomous grass, although it is not a great threat to us. But I also hope Yuandou will bring some poisonous treasures. Before entering the Yin Yang Cave, it is best not to consume more magic. ”

“Poison control? Hey, hey, it's a piece of cake for us to poison the Holy Gate. Even though I handed it over to Yuan. I'm going to take a step forward.” The big man laughed.

Then he punched the others, patted the bag of spiritual beasts between his waist, released the giant spiritual beast, the man was wrapped in a gray wind, stepped on the spiritual beast and flew away.

Han Li saw this and didn't mean much to stay. He also said goodbye words.

Turn into a rainbow and leave!

Six months may be a little tight for him, but barely enough to refine the three flame fans first. As for the treasure against ghosts, he has evil thunderbolts and spiritual beasts in his hands, which need to be prepared.

He was so anxious to refine the fan first, naturally there was 10,000 thoughts that he was not afraid of. There are some unexpected adventures down there. With this fan and human puppet in hand, you can be worry-free.

With this consideration in mind, Han Li steered the light and headed all the way to Silver Snake Mountain in central Nanjiang.

More than a decade later, Han Li appeared over a strange mountain range.

The mountain is not small, it is 300 or 400 miles long, but it is long and winds and fluctuates like a giant snake. But many of the trees that grow in this mountain range are strange trees with light silver leaves.

Looking down from above, Mount Silver Snake is truly famous.

Han Li did not stop at the rest of the place and flew straight to the end of Silver Snake's head.

Before flying close, Han Li felt the hot wind blowing from the array, with a stinging sulfur smell inside.

A little while later, several bare volcanic heads appeared in front of them, one conical and ugly.

And surprisingly, these volcanic mouths are filled from time to time with low bursts, some of them directly spraying a strand of flying ash, which looks amazing.

But that's it, these volcanoes are accompanied by all kinds of bright flashes, and there are many monks, who come and go in and out of these volcanoes, where dozens of monks gather.

Most of these monks are foundation-built and have knotted periods, but only a few appear.

This is also normal, once the general monks have their own dan fires after knockout, they naturally focus on cultivating their magic treasures without having to come here again.

As for the ex-baby master, he didn't even look like one.

Han Li stopped and gauged under his eyes at high altitude. Suddenly the blue flashes in his pupils. All the fires in this area immediately and clearly fall into the divine mind.

A moment later, Han Li found the place with the strongest fire, and the light flashed and flew straight to one place between the two volcanoes.

When you reach a hundred feet from the ground, the brightness stops.

Han Li's sleeve robe shook and flew seventy-eight golden swords out of his cuffs. After a circle around his front, he pinched his hands and drank low in his mouth.

The flying sword sounded clear, and at the same time turned into a huge golden light of a number of lengths, slashing it to the ground.

Suddenly, the bursting sound burst underneath and the golden light glittered where it was hit by swordlight.

After Han Li's color moved and the swordlight circled back, the light in the spot converged, revealing a huge crack of more than 20 lengths, and the black hole did not know how deep it looked.

The brothers of refineries in the rest of the neighborhood were naturally shocked by Han Li's big move, and some people couldn't bear to fly over to Han Li's side.

Once Han Li sensed the actions of these monks, his face sank and suddenly gave off a powerful aura of former infant monks.

An astonishing spirit rushed to the sky and swept around with Han Li as its center.

The monks in the neighborhood for dozens of miles were all frightened by the smell of Han Li. Those who wanted to see the real monks hurried to turn around and go. There are some nearer, more busy leaving the original refinery and scattering around. They all feared that they would inadvertently anger this senior high man, thereby causing themselves no delusion.

Han Li saw that the nearby monks were all intellectually avoiding the place and were very satisfied with it. Immediately falling directly into the lower fracture, the flash of light disappeared into the fracture and disappeared.

Soon afterwards, however, all the monks who came to the Silver Snake Mountain Refiner knew that there was a former infant-level monk here, and all fought hard to avoid it as much as possible.

No one dares to step within ten miles of the crevice-centered circle and become a forbidden zone.

A day went by and the cracks began silently, but a month later, from time to time, rumbling thunder sounds were heard inside, and a month later, the thunder sounds sparkled, replacing them with the crisp sounds of arrays, as if they were phoenix for nine days. The voice was then gradually converging, and the ravens became silent.

While Han Li was busy refining the treasure, far from Jinjing's palace, more than a dozen monks and monks with different clothes, including Taoist monks, monks and Confucians, all of whom were amazingly cultivated beyond their former infancy. One of them was a brother-in-law with a square face, an elderly woman with a gold crutch, and a former middle-aged infant monk.

And the crown old man was in there.

All these people sat quietly on the chair in the palace, silent, and several of them looked out the door of the palace from time to time even more agitated, seemingly waiting for someone.

“Brother Eleven, you didn't recognize the wrong man. Is it really his old man? But 300 years ago, I witnessed the fall of Uncle Qi.” Suddenly the monk of the square face asked a white Taoist across the street, and a slight concern appeared on his face.

“Uncle Qi looks so strange, how can I mistake people? Besides, even if people are fake, Uncle Qi's Fabao Cold Moon Blade will never be wrong.” The old man replied with a bitter smile.

“Second Brother, don't be nervous. Isn't it true? We'll find out in a moment. So many of us here are afraid to look away. It is true that Uncle Qi is naturally helping our Ye family. If he is a fake, even if he is a master of the late Yuan Baby, he will not take another step out of this temple.” Another middle-aged woman from Yuan Baby did so in a shady way.

“That's true, but it's always right to be careful.” The square face monk also seemed to feel rational, sighed and stopped saying anything.

Suddenly after a few hidden bells rang from afar, the doorman shook and a tall man appeared there somehow. Then, after a gentle step, the person immediately reached the middle of the hall.

This person appeared in front of everyone.

The eyebrows are yellow, the eyes are tiny, but the skull is incredibly big, the feet are nearly half the size of the average person, shaking around the neck, a pair of broken at any moment, is really weird.

But at first sight, the group in the palace looked horrible, but all stood up shocked.

“Are you really Uncle Seven?” The square face monk took a deep breath and asked carefully.

“Hey, hey! Two boys, it's been centuries, I can't even recognize my old man. But no wonder. I came back from the dead, naturally giving you some doubts. However, I have three sons of Jade Jane, and you can see what's going on.” The weirdo laughed and threw a green jade at Jane with his hands up.

Friar Fang-face looked suspicious, but still took over Jade Jane and immersed his senses in it.

After a few moments of ingenuity, Brother Fang's face suddenly changed his face several times, and as soon as he drew out his god again, he immediately gave a deep gift to the eccentric of joy:

“It turns out that the death of Uncle Qi in that year was a wonderful arrangement between the elders of the previous generation. My nephew was rude and looked at Uncle Haihan. ”

“You can be so careful. My husband is too happy to blame you.” The weirdo waved his hand and said with no concern.

The rest of the monks also looked at the jade Jane. Shortly thereafter, the monks in the palace were surprised to see the salute.

“What an uncle."

“Meet Uncle San! ”

Greetings keep coming!

“Gaga, you are all excused. ”

Weird people were unusually happy, and people sat on the throne without politeness.

“Brother Sang said on Yu Jane that Uncle Qi had advanced to the late stage of her infancy 200 years ago, and this was a serious matter.” The old woman respectfully said so.

“Not bad, when those massive doors secretly shot at me, I felt like I had a good chance of advancing to the late stages, so I wouldn't hesitate to set up a trap to kill me. After I escaped the robbery in accordance with the intra-communal arrangements, I was fortunate enough to succeed without fail. Originally, according to the arrangement of the elders of the descendants of the clan, it was not the Ye family that should have met you when it came to the key to life and death. But the only three boys who knew that I existed suddenly came to me not long ago, told me about your plans, and as a contemporary elder of the clan, begged me to help in this matter. I thought about it again and again. I felt that this fact had to do with the survival of the Ye family, so I set out to wish you all the best.” The weirdo looked agitated.

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