A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The surface of this tablet? ”Before Han Li could see what was going on, the wealthy elderly man next to him suddenly pointed at the back of the tablet and looked surprised.

Han Li eyebrow tip picked. If he remembers correctly, the back of the tablet is empty, nothing.

However, the elderly do not make such an act for no reason, and when their figure is slightly shaken, they appear strangely on the back of the tablet. Stand up with your back facing Korean.

Han Li was one of them after his eyes swept above him.

Only the back of the tablet was split apart, but in some deep crevices, the bright blue light flashed.

“Spiritual Stone?” Han's eyesight flickered, not sure in his mind.

All of a sudden, he bounced ten fingers in a row, and more than ten blue swords staggered across each other, instantly turning into a blue light to wrap the top half of the tablet inside.

The stone crumbs flew and the neighborhood was gray.

But with Han Li's sharp swordsmanship, a moment of ingenuity, blue light appeared under the sword light, and became more and more bright.

As a result, when Han Li's fingers stopped and the green light disappeared, he revealed a large cut stone tablet in front of him. In the middle of the tablet, there was a dark blue crystal stone set in it, as if it had originally grown in the tablet.

This crystal stone is a few feet long, blue and bright. Although not all of it was exposed, it looked rectangular flat.

The whole tablet seems to be just the thick shell of this crystal stone.

“Not a spiritual stone. Although it looks very similar to a water attribute spiritual stone, it does not contain water attribute spirituality.” Yaoyui White blinked twice and immediately affirmed.

“It is true that it is not a spirit stone, no one will directly use it to brake things, and it is still inscribed on it. It seems to be an inscription.“ Han Li gazed at the bare part of the crystal and exhaled lightly when he saw a bumpy ancient symbol flashing on the surface.

Then he stopped hesitating to gather his powers and grabbed the crystal stone void with one hand.

Suddenly a blue hand floated in front of the stone tablet empty-handed. Five fingers looked forward like a hook and grabbed the top of the crystal stone, lifting it forcefully up.

Sure, it was heavy, but with ready Han Li, this time with strong and powerful powers, the stone body was dragged out of the tablet.

A blue crystal tablet appeared in front of Han Li, and the inscriptions flowed on it, flashing a dark blue light.

Han Li glanced a few times at the text above, his mind suddenly moved, but his face did not move, but rather his hands pinched, flying a little finger at this tablet.

The temporal tablet shrank sharply after a slight tremor. The turning eyes turned into a brick-shaped object half a foot in size, and the sound of "chuckling” disappeared into Han Li's large sleeve.

The elderly and Bai Yaoyi, although equally interested in the crystal tablet, saw that Han Li did not want to take the object out for them to watch, and natural consciousness did not mention the matter. Instead, after discussing it with Han Lili, they immediately decided to follow this step to the mountain.

At this moment they have determined that the hidden rumbling is indeed coming from the mountains.

When the three of them were hidden again, they flew away.

Han Li naturally did not know. The roar they heard was actually that of Brother Ye Jia, who was struggling to break the banned sound at the hillside of the steps.

But the distance between them is not as close as they think. There is also a ban in the middle to reach Brother Ye's place.

After all, the location of the cave from which they were transferred was much lower than Ye Jiashu's fixed location from the forbidden cracks.

Nowadays, Weird and Elder Ye are two late infant grand priests, standing side by side over a mountain rock.

And not far from here, beneath the two of them, the remaining brothers of the Ye family each stood in the direction of a temporarily laid law formation, using the power of the Law Front to drive treasures of all kinds, desperately attacking a hidden giant card building on the stone steps ahead.

The ancient demons were also mixed with the Ye family and other monks, directing a black-fly sword that had not known where it had been drawn from, and attacked with no expression.

The building itself can unleash a million daylights of daylight, and it can take all attacks, as if it were a treasure in itself.

“Three boys! How long do you reckon it'll take to break this doorway?” Looking ahead at the palette wrapped in various colored lights, the weirdo turned to the White Robe Confucius and asked, and there was a slight anxiety between the colors.

“One more day and one more night is almost there. This building was more troublesome than I thought. No wonder Marshall's Gate was so famous in the past.” Confucian calm abnormal, silent echo.

“We have waited too long in front of this building. If you and I could go down there and help them, we could at least cut the ban by half.” The big-headed weirdo muttered depressingly, but his figure didn't move, and he didn't mean to do anything real.

“Now that there are lions and animals on this mountain, and these ancient, murderous birds appear, I must be prepared. Rather than breaking the line a day or two later, the two must also remain vigorous at all times. Uncle, be patient! We've only been in the mountains for a few days, and there's plenty of time left. You can't get there fast!” Confucian wind is light and cloudy, "he said.

“It is true that the former infant monks of the other sects, even if they move faster, wait here before finding the sealed cracks. It will take some time to get into the mountain. However, this is the gateway to repairs alone that will take us so long, and I am afraid that the restraints that follow will be even more troublesome.” The weirdo sighed.

“Uncle Qi doesn't have to worry. Our Ye family has planned this operation for such a long time, and naturally also contemplated the breaking of the ban. Throughout the years, several special treasures have been collected within the community to break the ban. It's just not a good time yet.” Confucius smiled slightly and appeared to have abnormal confidence.

“So that's how it is. The old man was relieved.” The Big Head weirdo heard the words, and the colour was loose.

Thereafter, they watched the contraband quietly in the air, saying nothing. But not long later, the weirdo's nose moved slightly and his face was very heavy. His unspoken fingers bounced empty-handed in one direction. Suddenly a few yellow swords came out of the laser without a sign and covered a large tree dozens of feet away.

As a result, a monster with green hair and silver wings suddenly emerged under the tree.

The monster's hand didn't move a second, just a flap of his wings and easily struck out several swordlights.

Later, the pointy-eared monkey's parotid monster measured the lower Ye family monk's eyes with cold eyes, and looked at Confucianism and the giant monster. He immediately flashed his wings and lasered backwards. After flashing a few times, the silver-winged monster turned into a breeze again, disappearing.

“Am I right? What a brilliant technique for wind invisibility. This thing seems to be a rumored silver-winged night fork, and if it wasn't for its faint corpse, I'd almost be hidden from the past.” Big weirdo didn't chase him, but he got all agitated up.

“Corpse gas? I didn't feel it. Only Uncle Qi's true technique of cultivating blood cars can cultivate such a sensitive magic talent. But not only that, this silver-winged night fork doesn't seem to have low intelligence.” Confucian stares in the direction of the vanishing fork of silver wings, and the color of the divine is also a little ugly.

“Isn't this Kungwu Mountain called the Land of the Immortal Spirit? All we encounter is monstrous things like lions and animals and flying corpses! It's also fortunate that the two of us have come together. If it's just one person, I'm afraid it's dangerous.” After shaking his big head a few times, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly.

“The Land of the Immortal Spirit, only as it was said before. Kungwu Mountain is now sealed for some reason. Some weirdness is not surprising. But none of this matters to us. We're only here to connect with Tianling Bao. There is no need to ask more about the rest.” Confucianism was silent for a while before slowly speaking.

“That's true. But if there is no such thing as a spiritual monster, there is nothing to worry about. But that silver-winged night fork actually has a very high intelligence, and we need to pay more attention to this monster. Don't let it spoil our big deal.” The big-headed weirdo preached in a glance.

“Thank you, Uncle Seven. I will pay more attention to this monster.” Confucianism nodded and his tone was solemn.

Just as Elder Ye encountered the silver-winged night fork and retreated, in the altitude of the stone pavilion where Brother Ye once rested, a seemingly ordinary thick barrier wall, suddenly the light flashed, then a head full of white hair extended in, probing the brain, some funny appearance.

As soon as the man found no one here, he rushed out of the barrier with a glitter of silver. Then he stepped on a huge disc and flew slowly to the stone pavilion, landing on the top of the stone pavilion and stopping steadily.

This is when the person lifts his head and reveals a wrinkled face, but a small smooth face with both eyes.

It was the gift of the mysterious little old man!

“This is Kungwu Mountain. Tsk! The spirit is different. But who dares to open this seal after eating well? What if I let that thing out, trying to get the whole Jin to bury him? My husband is also unlucky, but he can't pretend he doesn't know.” The gift always looked around slightly, and suddenly heard a roar, and immediately on the stone pavilion, I couldn't help but jump and curse, full of bad luck.

“I admire your guts too, knowing the bad luck of coming here.” Just after cursing in his courtesy, a sweet female voice suddenly appeared in his ear, soft and soft as a lover's whisper.

But as soon as the gift was heard, it suddenly became cold and all the blood was clotted.

“Senior, you... you're out!” Little old man swallowed a sip of spit and stuttered stuttering stutter and ate it.

“Come out? I don't know how many thousands of years I've been out. It's just that the last layer of restraint that Kungwu San Lao put in place with the help of tens of thousands of people in that year, really can not be torn apart by me alone. Otherwise, the princess would have gone out. Will wait till now.” Women's voices are still very gentle, but their faces are instantly gray.

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