A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

At this time, Han Standing disappeared from the spot after a thunderbolt. More than twenty foreign arcs flashed, and Han Standing appeared again.

But as soon as the side appeared, Han Li stared at the spot where the light exploded, his face was heavy.

He saw clearly what was in the light in the eyes of the light.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword that was originally incorporated into the hedgehog should be sharp, but once the lights of these swords were cut onto the gold cover, they were easily opened with a single shot, giving the impression that they had never played the power of the flying sword, but were bounced out with the force of the mask.

And the Epiphany Thunder strikes the electric python on the mask, just let the mask shake, and it doesn't work anymore to break apart.

But the purple flame fell on the gold cover...

Han's eyes flashed with a cold light. After the light disappeared, a huge piece of ice appeared in the distance. The color was pale purple, but the golden light mask, along with the silver wing night fork, was sealed into the ice.

The silver-winged night fork was safe in the mask, but with a look of surprise.

Obviously, it didn't think of purple flames either and could freeze the appearance of a gold shield.

However, since there is no ice to seal his body, this escape is naturally an easy task.

At night, the silver wings pressed one hand into the golden light shield, and countless golden rays burst out of the shield, and a hole in the ice came out.

The whole purple ice size cracked open.

Han Lixin reached out and all the swords flew back as soon as they circled.

A moment later, the silver-winged night fork was shaken, and the person easily appeared outside the purple ice.

Then he glanced coldly at Han and raised his hand.

A golden glow appeared on his hands and a golden light bulb emerged.

But then Han Li suddenly said:

“Now I can finally be sure that in addition to the earth wind, you do know the art of gold. But, as far as I know, there is very little golden magic that even our human brothers can master. Only legendary golden lunar corpses possess such magic in the world of alchemy. Are you already advanced? ”

After saying this, Han Li looked twice over at his pale golden scales.

When Han Li asked, Silver Winged Night Fork was somewhat unexpected, but then snorted coldly with a grin:

“Hmm! I started to advance 10,000 years ago. Perhaps it would be possible if you, the middle-aged monks of Yuan Bao, joined forces at first. But there's only one person in your district right now, and even if there's some magic, it's just delusional. ”

After saying this, the wings of the Silver Wings Night Fork no longer concealed gently waved, the tongue of the meat wings turned from silver white to light gold, and a burst of weather no longer concealed eruption, such a powerful spiritual pressure, even the vast light screen covering the Falun Front seemed to shake.

Han Li's pupils shrunk. This breath is definitely much stronger than any late monk he has ever seen. Far from being comparable among the three great brothers of Tianan. The only two ancient demons who could suppress the corpse were probably seen in the Valley of the Fallen.

Han Li's heart was spooked, but his surface was faint:

“Even if you start to advance long ago, you can't absorb the Yin Moon essence in this dark, sunless place. Even if you practice for another 10,000 years, you can't succeed. You're just grasping some golden fur right now, just a little weird using the pharm. But when you encounter a magic trick that doesn't incorporate metallic materials, it doesn't work at all. ”

Han Li said so, but his mind was very troubled when he flashed through the other person's hole through the bronze fold and bounced off his own flying sword. After all, nowadays, there are few manipulators who do not use metallic materials.

“Hey, hey, yeah? Then teach them what it's like. But I'm not interested in pursuing it. Next hit, you give up your life.”

Silver-winged night forks didn't say anything more to Han Li. With one hand, the golden group in his hand became more eye-catching, but the other arm suddenly lifted one finger at a time, pointing at the dry corpses on the surrounding stone columns and ejected the gray light columns of the lane.

In the blink of an eye, the light column flashed away and disappeared from the dry corpse.

Han Li couldn't stop it at all, his face couldn't help but sink and his heart hid that it was not good.

Indeed, the clanging sound of the stone columns was loud, a chain fell off, and the dry corpses opened their green eyes and swayed away from the stone columns.

But the corpses stood still just a few steps after walking out, and at the same time looked toward Han standing in the air with no emotion.

“With so many incarnations, you never had a chance to win. If I catch you, I'll catch you. Less soul suffering!” The silver-winged night fork stood at its original position and spoke to Han Lisen.

Han glanced and swept around the dry corpse, silenced and sighed a moment later.

“I didn't expect this trip to be really useful. I don't know if it's unfortunate or if I'm unlucky!” After Han Li muttered in a low, unheard voice, he stopped hesitating to slap a sophisticated and unusual storage bag between his waist.

“Pfft," a fistful of big light flew out of the bag, a circle fell into Han Li's hand, revealing an ancient style feather fan.

This fan is only a few inches in size and is divided into three colors: gold and silver and red. But the spell on it is dense and numb, one layer after the other, the tri-color spiritual transformation between the slightly shaking rooms is uncertain, countless symbols appear at the same time, making people feel dizzy and dizzy.

At first glance, this treasure is known to be something different.

At that time, the Silver Wing Night Fork across the street was finished, and the attack was launched first.

He shouted loudly and threw the light in his hand into the air.

After the gold group slipped around, it immediately released 10,000 golden rays.

As soon as these golden beams left the group, they flashed and turned into countless bull-haired golden needles. These golden needles circled near the light sphere and then went towards the Korean upright laser.

At one time, the golden halfway sky, like a rainy spot, made Han Li completely hidden.

And the dry corpses under the surrounding stone columns, at the same time just right, one and two hands, countless spiritual filaments continuously sprayed out of the fingertips, interwoven at low altitudes.

In the blink of an eye, a giant net dozens of feet wide was shaped under Han Standing, gray and unpolitely wrapped up.

The grid is so huge, the brains are amazingly unusual. If it is an ordinary monk, I am afraid the giant net has not yet reached the body, I am afraid that the hands and feet of the Internet brazen first will be soft, the magic will lose control, and I can only grab it with good hands.

It's just that Han Li himself is the body of Sha Qi, and he practiced Ming Wang Ju, naturally he is indifferent to these sha Qi.

But the other party was so loud, as simple as a net attack, even Han Li was dark and horrified.

When his face sank, he rubbed his hands together.

After a flash of flash, the three flame fans light up to several feet in size.

Han Li single-handedly gripped the fan handle, his whole body stiffened, aiming at the bottom and slapping it hard.

As a result, something surprised Han Li. All he felt was that his powers came out with this fan, and he was sucked away most of the time, so he almost threw it away on the spot.

Fortunately, after the sound of a phoenix from the three flame fans, the body's magic stopped immediately. Then this sudden trembled, a three-color flame burst out of the fan, and then all the flames wandered towards the middle, turning directly into a huge phoenix, wearing three colors of gold, silver and red, and headed straight for the giant net.

Such a vision left Han Li alone, but he couldn't take care of it right away. Originally trying to target him, the gold needle also waved a piece of him. Now he is not strong enough, he can only rush the swords in front of him with a different idea.

Suddenly, all the flying swords were enlarged by golden light, and the fast track danced up, and a piece of golden lotus blossomed around Han Li, overwhelming Han's figure.

But he didn't stop, another mouth, a mouthful of fine blood sprayed onto the spinning snow crystal beads over his head.

As a result, the snow crystal beads trembled violently, spraying a dark purple flame.

This flame was prompted by the magic trick. It circled around Han Li Psychic, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped. The unusual noise of “Zla” was loud.

A ten-year-old tall ice wall emerged near Han Li while the purple flame broke apart, and the purple light flashed over it, protecting him strictly and truly.

At that time, countless pieces of gold flashed before the ice wall.

“Ding-dong”!

As soon as the golden purple light intertwined, the surface of the ice wall lit up a golden light spot, leaving deep, dense, numb holes. Under continuous golden wire attacks, one layer after the other.

Although Korean ice walls are thick enough, a thick layer of surface was quickly eliminated.

complexion slightly changed.

Han Li naturally did not know, and was equally surprised to see the scene at the silver wing night fork across the street.

You know, while its gold needles are merely metallic spirituality, they are not the kind of spirituality that can be replenished after consumption, but the result of a little refining of an unknown piece of metallic ore while it is trapped here.

After thousands of years of constant exercise with corpse fire, these special powers are absolutely immense. And when it turned into a needle treasure, it became a sharp abnormality.

He was naturally surprised by the fact that he was unable to take a single blow in the aftermath of today's sophisticated attacks. You know, it wasn't long ago that he smashed a piece of purple ice with the same golden ray.

Silver Wing Night Fork naturally doesn't know, but Han Li's purple flame with fine blood is no longer a normal purple flame, but a strand of ice flame extracted from the flame after constantly taking Snowflake Ball and with the help of Snow Crystal Pearl.

This concentrates almost all of the violet flames in the cold, and nature is far from being comparable to ordinary violet flames. However, in order to provoke the fire, Han Li also had to use a breath of fine blood to forcibly provoke it in the event of insufficient power.

At this time, Han Li struck out with a treasure fan in three colored phoenix and stuck his head on the gray giant net below.

A giant mesh of gray light flashes, spraying countless gray wires directly from the top, entangling to a seemingly small phoenix.

In an instant, the dense and numb silk thread covered the sky and covered almost all the birds' shapes.

Fire and phoenix sounded arrogant and clear. After a circle of body shape, a circle of mysterious halos burst out. In the halo, the light in the gold and silver red three kept spinning, and a deep Oprah appeared to be brilliant and abnormal.

And as soon as those spirits fell into the halo, an incredible scene appeared!

(This is yesterday's second best, a little late. I'm really sorry, this chapter is not very well written, and I changed most of it to satisfy myself. Thank you all so much!