A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Li did not immediately collect the two groups of cold flames. Instead, he distorted his head and the whole person was lost in thought.

All of a sudden, his eyes flashed, sweeping behind him on the Five Sons Demon, and he looked at the two groups of cold flames below him. The whole person suddenly figured out what was going on, and he actually laughed out loud.

The whole cave buzzed with laughter.

“Great! Looks like this is a good trip!” Han Li laughed and muttered to himself.

His hands slammed down into the void, and the cold flames were sucked up by an invisible force and immediately came to him.

In the thunder, Han Li released countless fine gold arcs, trapping both groups of cold flames into golden filament spheres, and hiding them in a brown ice box.

After doing all this, Han Li shook his sleeve robe and released the black jade bottle. Together with the sound of the spell in his mouth, he wanted to recapture the Five Sons of Heart Demon into the jade bottle.

The Five Demons seemed to know Han Li's intentions, some stalling, and reluctant to go back into the bottle.

Han Li's face sank, his mouth drank loudly, reaching out a little, the silver ring on the five demons suddenly trembled, and the green light came out.

The Five Demons have already eaten these rings more than once. At first sight, they dared not disobey the orders of Han Li, and immediately made a whirring sound, turning their eyes to five strands of grey gas into the bottle.

Han Li just rolled the sleeve robe, rolled the vial back, carefully packed it away.

As for the doll puppet next to him, Han Li didn't mean to put it away. Instead, he pulled out a green high-end spirit stone from the storage bag and patted it on the puppet, replacing another soon depleted spirit stone.

The puppet consumes very little spiritual stone as long as it is not in full response to the enemy.

He moved in shape and fell down gently, standing in front of a large stone in a pile of rocks. The white face of this stone reveals some of the larger particles of Ten Thousand Years of Xuan Jade, flashing a faint white light.

Han Li eyebrow tip picked, one hand swept onto the storage bag, and an extra long bottle of fine neck came out in the palm of his hand.

Reaching for the bottle a little bit, the lid of the bottle flew out by itself, then tilted slightly, suddenly poured out a large group of pitch black as ink liquid from the bottle, emitting a formation of ash, like the spiritual water used by White Dream Heaven to remove Ten Thousand Years of Egg.

These liquids are the “sunken water” that Han Li brought out of the haunted fog shadow. I thought the water was a little strange and brought out a lot in some containers.

Later, in his spare time, he studied the water. However, it was only discovered that although they were viscous and cold, they had not been found to have any special utility other than to temporarily add some shady flames to the instrument, and had been kept in storage bags.

Now descending into Xuanyu Cave, he witnessed the passing of the Ten Thousand Years of Xuanyu in White Dream, and he was stunned to discover that the so-called "Yin Spirit Water” was exactly like these “Sinking Water”.

In front of the others on the cold, he did not callously determine the true difference between the two with his mind, but he was also thumping, most sure that the two should be the same thing.

After all, the name "sinking water" was merely taken by the monk himself who had fallen into the land of the shadows, and they were both yin cold liquids, which looked so similar.

Now he is the only one left in the whole Xuanyu cave, naturally we need to try it.

Han Li shook the black liquid a little bit later, slowly flying over the stone, then slightly trembled, dropping a small drop from it, blinking into the white light below.

It turns out everything was the same as when I picked up the jade in my dreams. The black liquid glistened on the Xuanyu and disappeared, while a layer of ash was overflowing.

Han Li was delighted and bounced off Xuanyu's finger. Suddenly a bean grain size blue light ejected and struck Xuanyu.

“Bang” sounded softly, Xuanyu shook slightly and fell off the stone himself, which he sucked into his hand.

He gazed at the jade in his hand and swept through all the white veins throughout the cave. There was a smile in the corner of his mouth.

Although it is naturally impossible to leave the whole cave half empty due to the amount of "sinking water” he carried, it is absolutely not a problem to take away all the * * out of the ground balls.

In his heart, Han Li immediately patted the storage bag again, and another small shaped long neck bottle appeared in his hand and threw it to the doll puppet beside him.

Without making a sound, the puppet ended up with a jade bottle, shaking its shape a few times, appeared in the other part of the cave, one hand holding the bottle to drive out the "sinking water”, one hand grabbing a storage bag, began to pick up Xuan Jade.

Han Li is doing the same thing.

Little by little, a few hours later, the whole cave filled with Xuanyu cold air, unconsciously much thinner. And the white lights, which were all over the cave, were long gone, more than two-thirds less at a time.

When Han Li dropped the last drop of sinking water onto a piece of Xuanyu, and put it in the storage bag, he took a long breath, but took a look four times, and his face flashed a pitiful color.

If he had known that these “sunken waters” actually had such a special effect, he would certainly not have brought them out alone.

But even so, the amount of tens of thousands of years of Xuan Yu that he has collected is a stunning amount, and the number of tens of thousands of years of Xuan Yu that he has removed varies in size. Unfortunately, there are some large baseballs that need to be dripped with spiritual water and can only be dripped with one drop. Otherwise he can take down more than that.

He was thinking to himself that the doll over there was suddenly shaking and floating directly towards him, and then he raised his hand and threw the bag that had become a drum bag directly at him.

Han Li reached for the object and swept into it with his mind.

It also looks like over a thousand bucks inside.

In this way, so many baseball balls have already made Han Li think about adding 72 flying swords, what other treasures can be refined with them, or added to some other existing treasures, to increase the power of some treasures.

However, even if Han Li did this, it would not be possible to use up so many Xuan Yu. Most of the remaining Xuan Yu, he still needed to refine his extreme cold flame with the help of these Xuan Yu's cold air.

After all, with these Xuanyu cold air aids, the refined cold flame should be able to do half the work.

Han Li didn't think about these things, he just turned his head and left his head behind.

He packed his storage bag and looked up again at the ravens that had been ignited by the blaze of space nudity in the sky.

At this moment, this fire crow is more than five or six times bigger than before and is already skull-sized. And the Kirin phantom was long gone, only a thin layer of white gas wrapped around the fire crow. The Xuanyu card was even more titled into the mouth by the fire crow, and the playing songs were thrown.

Han Li saw this, then revealed a tearful smile, hurried up his hand and rushed into the air.

Suddenly the plaque broke out of the mouth of the crow and flew straight towards him, falling into his hand.

Without Xuanyu's support, the rest of the white air instantly dissipated, with great intent to disappear.

When the crow saw this, his mouth immediately lowered, his wings spreading a "pounding”, the whole body turned into a red flame, rolling towards the residual white gas, all the remaining white gas swept into the body, and then into the body.

After doing all this, the flame once again turned into a fire crow shape, some excitedly after a circle in the air, slowly fell over Han Li's shoulder, skull twisted, and with the pointed mouth cleaned the lower body became more bright red a few points of flame feather.

Han Li turned his head and looked at the fire crow. His face showed a hint of surprise.

This is a far more insidious fire than ever before.

He looked down at the cards in his hand and seemed to think of something. His other hand grabbed it empty-handed and suddenly the cold air of Xuanyu fell into his hand and was gently wrapped in a violet fire.

With the blue light flashing in Han's eyes, it is clear that the cold light in the purple flame is no longer the silk solid form originally seen, but has become unusually loose, which is no different from ordinary cold air.

Han Li was a little sudden. Measuring the Xuanyu medal in his hand, he finally twitched and put the treasure in the storage bag.

When he searched the whole Xuanyu cave again to make sure that nothing else had been gained, he took the humanoid puppet and the fire crow and turned them into a rainbow and went to the entrance.

The entrance is naturally a sealed, strictly solid look.

Han Li looked at all the mysterious characters flashing at the entrance. The silent sleeve robe blew, and then a dry blue ding flew out of his sleeve, dripping and slipping for a while and then suspended himself in front of him.

If you are another monk, you can't really drive this Ding. After all, this Dry Blue Ding is the person who must have practiced the dry blue ice flame before you can drive it. This is probably why the people on the cold side reassured to hand one over to the monk.

But this is not a problem for Han Li at all. He glanced softly at it and began to change color dramatically as his hands pinched and the violet fire that had been floating on him shook.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of purple flame on his body turned into a light blue color, completely transforming into a dry blue ice flame form.

Flashing a single hand of blue light, Ding Xiao Ding in front of him gently, suddenly a flame of blue flies out like a spirit snake, just hit the Ding.

Suddenly dry blue trembled with a buzzing sound, and countless flames of blue emerged from the Ding. The overall blue light dropped greatly, and the Ding began to rise in shape.

Han Li's hands pinched, slowly prompted this Ding, when this Ding rose to the giant of three or four lengths. The Korean legislation changed and a whisper of low alcohol appeared in the mouth.

Suddenly, a loud bang burst into the air, as if to directly hit the entrance.

But Han Li's face was completely different.

It is true that when only three or four lengths away from the entrance, the mysterious symbol body at the entrance flashes and the colorful spiritual light simultaneously emanates from the entrance. And then these symbols, as if they were attracted to giant dings, became innumerable streams of light that fell directly into the blue flame that wrapped them.

The sound of “rambling" sounded loud, and the entrance slowly cracked open a number of long gaps.

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