A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

During the conversation, the monk suddenly lifted his hand, and a blue light rushed straight to Han Li's laser.

Exactly that dry blue ding.

“Mordor, what are you doing?” Lord Cold Dragon shouted furiously.

Although I don't know why monks help themselves, Han Li naturally won't be polite if a treasure comes to the door.

As soon as the big sleeve gently swept away, a piece of blue and xia swept away, you had to tuck it into your cuffs.

Upon seeing this, his face sank and he suddenly single-handedly pinched and flew faster toward Xiaoding.

“Pfft," the otherwise calm and unusual Ding pounded in the middle of the sky, then the Ding lid flew, from which a fierce blue flame emerged, then wrapped in this direction of Ding, and fired at the upper side of the cold.

“You actually did something on it!” The monk in the grey robe snorted cold, ready to grab a one-handed emptiness, when a green hand appeared on the top of his head and went to the next.

Restrict this Ding!

The pupil of the man on the “broken” chills was magnified by golden light, and his mouth threw up like a thunder.

The sound of rumbling followed, the green hand twisted behind the back of his hand, an ancient literature flashing golden light floated there, then a loud "boom” sounded, the ancient text burst away, the golden flash room, the powerful wonder, the big hand turned into nothing.

“A long song trick! You practiced Confucian kung fu.” The monk spoke in a low voice.

But he ignored it at all. With one hand, Ding immediately continued to fly away and retrieved it.

In this instant, a piece of blue silk exited strangely from the nearby void, the blue light flashed, wrapped around this ring, and lasered back and forth, never giving anyone else a chance to react.

The crowd was shocked and couldn't think enough of a two-handed pinch, and the word "broken” exited in his mouth.

Several golden ancient texts burst apart successively on the blue silk, bursting deaf, but the blue silk just slightly scattered, and immediately replied, rolling the little dinghy into the other person's hand.

And this person was suspended in front of another piece of a number of inches, and the inscription floated on it. The figure and the dry blue ding actually had a similarity of five or six points, and the blue silk came out of the ding.

“Vain Heaven!” Cold sighted the scene and murmured.

This man is naturally the sacrificer of Han Li!

He saw this dry blue dinghy in his hand and immediately shot at the void in front of him.

“Bell” sounded softly, sprayed several strands of blue silk, completely wrapped dry blue ding into a glittering silk ball, then the sleeve robe flashed, put the green ball into the sleeve, this looked up to the person with no expression, the corner of his mouth revealed a slight smile.

“Okay, good! So quick to use the emptiness. But with you, Tombo will only be practiced to the first level at best. In that case, you can only use some fur of this power. Master Mojo, I didn't expect you to make such an unwise choice. You're forcing the master to do the same to you.” Cold people saw that the dry blue ding had been harvested, not angry, but sighed slightly at the monk and said.

“The old man and the cold brothers have been together for more than a hundred years, and doing so is just self-preservation. Poor monks don't want your palace to kill Han Daoyou before being destroyed. Tong Tian Ling Bao was so big, Brother Ching did not intend to let the poor monks leave from the beginning. It is also a scattered cultivation, not compared to the origins of the dragon buddies and palace.” The grey monk touched a luminous sparkling wooden fish from his cuffs, with an abnormal calm color.

“Master Mojo, what do you mean by that?” The old man, who had retreated to the side, heard this, his eyes flashed a bright glint and asked coldly.

“Why do you keep hiding, Daoist? Others don't know anything about it, but the old man knows a lot. Weren't the Liu Cui Pai under the control of Yongdaoyou, the branch of the outer gate of the Xiao Ji Palace? Yongdaoyou is basically one of the elders of the outer gate of the Little Pole Palace. What's wrong with poor monks?” The Grey Robe monk said in a stark tone.

“I can't believe the master even knew about this. Elder Long, it looks like you don't have to act on the occasion. Let's do it together.” Cold people silently stopped hiding for a moment.

“Hey, hey! Looks like the old man's trying to sneak up on me, too. But, Elder, you didn't tell the elder about the mystery. Do we have to keep this a secret from the elders outside?” The old man's face sank like water, his hands glistened yellow, a long tap cane appeared in his hand, then suddenly coldly spoke to the man on the cold.

“My husband did it for the sake of confidentiality. Either way, we're going to capture them now and then we're going to take them. With this Ding as the treasure of the town palace, it is believed that the palace will face more powerful opponents in the future, enough to defeat the enemy.” The people on the cold-blooded replied somewhat unspoken.

“Leave it to the old man, the three of you to solve Han Boy first, and take the Emptiness of Heaven.” The old man's face was wrinkled and a little dissatisfied, but he nodded.

“Okay, that's it.” Cold people saw this, no longer hesitated, one hand flipped, a pale blue array suddenly in the hand, the other hand quickly squeezed decided.

“No, he's going to initiate a restraint. Stop it!” The monk in the grey robe, when he saw the action of the people on the cold, said with a change of colour, his hand flashed, a green group lasered out, and he actually sacrificed the wooden fish in his first hand.

"Bang” sounds loud and clear in the wooden fish!

This voice is like the voice of the empty valley, and it is also like the Sanskrit, so that the hearer can't help but waver, there is a sense of the Numen.

But all the people present were sensible. The old woman didn't wait for the second sound from the wooden fish. The moment she woke up, her mouth hummed cold, the cane punched a little wooden fish in her hand, and a dark yellow sword burst with a flash of laser.

Seeing this, the monk of the gray robe couldn't help provoking the Sanskrit to attack the enemy, rushed to infuse the magic into the wooden fish, the treasure slipped and circled in the air, and rose to the size of a gauntlet, like a boulder directly to the sword light, suddenly burst the sound array, the wooden fish tangled with the sword light.

And the cold-blooded man over there never stopped, and the array of hands even began to shine.

Han let out a slight breath!

He had no intention of smoothly provoking the Falun Formation, single-handedly lifting, five-finger bouncing, more than a dozen blue swords instantly coming out of the fingertips.

The target is pointing at the cold-blooded man on the platforms.

Han Li's Qingyuan sword gas was transformed into more than ten green rainbows, and the side flew halfway, and was intercepted by several other white swords and two black mans along the way, and the array of spiritual light was tangled together.

It was Padre and the middle-aged man in the green shirt who made the move.

Almost instantly, the sword was chopped to pieces, Han Li frowned, instead of hurrying to stop the cold people from applying the law, only the sleeve robe suddenly shook dozens of golden swordfish to swim out, turned into a golden light to protect himself, and then looked coldly at the cold people's behavior.

The loud rumbling of "Boom Lung" suddenly came from below, Han stood flashing, but immediately the surrounding spirit flashed, and the shape began to empty from the light column.

At this point, the purple column below disappeared without a trace, but a glittering circular map emerged.

Han Li felt a sudden and powerful suction coming from his body, allowing him to fall down as heavy as a kilogram. At the same time, there was a sudden gleam of light and shine, and a strange wave of spiritual waves swung continuously.

The sight of the neighborhood changed dramatically before he came and did the work. He's in the sky with all the snow and sky.

Countless snowflakes descend from the sky, and the ground is a crystal clear area, a glacial place.

“It's illusion! It means something! ”

Han Li smiled lightly as soon as he landed, but didn't smile at all.

At this time, the restraint on his body was even more powerful, believing that if he hadn't trained the Ming Wang Dynasty himself, his body would really be a little overburdened. But nature cannot be compared to the gravity of a golden magnetic spirit tree.

Thus, Han Li immediately thought of his heart, and after the golden sword light in front of him circled, gravity was instantly cut off.

His figure was in a golden envelope and he rose again slowly.

Han Li now swept around, his eyes slightly squinted, and the blue flashed.

The place is full of white spots, all the other workers, etc. are nowhere to be found. It seems as if he is the only living person.

He looked up at the sky again, and the enormous snowflakes coming down from the sky seemed endless.

All of a sudden, his eyes were blue and bright. Then he sighed low in his mouth and lasered out a dozen ways around his circling golden light. The target was a void somewhere where nothing seemed empty at height.

A series of bursts came from the void, and then Golden Mandarin interwoven there flashing, and then a dozen little swords appeared.

These swords are only a few inches in size, but each bite is crystal clear, and they just took the opportunity to hide in the snow and snow, shooting quietly at Han.

However, Han Li discovered it one step earlier and easily broke the trail by releasing the sword light.

“Huh!” A surprise came from somewhere. It was just a whimsical sound, but full of unexpected colors.

But the dozen swords swayed and vanished into the snow without a trace.

Han Li eyebrow tip picked, couldn't even think of two hands pinched, suddenly surrounded by golden light, directly flew out more than a dozen golden swords, each bite is golden and bright, the cold is forcing people!

After one circle of these swords, this time they came out with scattered reflexes. The result was another rumbling sound. The dozen crystalline swords were accurately cut out of their original form by each golden sword.

Then, under the auspices of the decision of the Korean legislature, the two types of flying swords buzzed simultaneously, and the golden light interwoven together, they fought over it.

Han Li saw this, his eyes flashed, a strange spell suddenly exited.

A groan came from somewhere in the snow and dozens of fathers burst out in white light. A lady in white appeared as she held her head with her hands, and the color of pain appeared on her face.

It was Han Li's mysterious "Insensitive Spike" dream!

(Number one!) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)