A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

After Han Li changed his color, he returned to normal in an instant. If nothing happened, he walked slowly through the front of the Sixth Company Hall.

Miao He Shin and another yellow robe old man only glanced at Han Li. Although some were surprised that the dry, thin old man dressed as Han Li was not low, he did not pay much attention, and took the remaining four brothers of Khutan directly to the city center.

And Han Li's head didn't go back to the front, and it looked like he was just passing the Six Palace Shop.

At this time, however, the lips of the real person of the crane and the old man of the yellow robe moved slightly, but no sound came out, and he began to talk about what with the technique of propaganda.

Han Li's back turned slightly against the two, but then recovered as usual, getting further and further away from Miao He Shin Man and others.

After the last turn, Han Li walked into a rather charming attic.

A full hour later, he walked out, courtesy of a monk dressed in the master cabinet. But he didn't leave immediately, and walked into another nearby family...

As Han Li walked out of the fifth store satisfied, he had collected more than a hundred high-grade spirit stones in exchange for magic treasures, ancient treasures, and some rare materials.

But when he came out this time, he suddenly discovered that there were several unidentified friars of knots nearby, one seemingly indifferent, but with a glimmer of discoloration in his eyes.

Han Li laughed coldly and immediately canceled his original intention. He walked out of Fang Shi along the street and finally walked out of Shicheng.

Most of the monks practiced hidden magic and walked out of the city gate with Han Li, but immediately looked at each other.

Because Han Li, who was clearly still under their minds, disappeared strangely under the eyes of the people, and the nearby emptiness did not see any glow.

These monks are naturally in turmoil.

Some of them were dispatched secretly from those shops, while others noticed Han Li frequently entering and exiting several shops. Each time, the master cabinet respectfully sent them, and he tracked them down by himself.

Although the old man dressed as Han Ri was a late Khmer monk, these people would not really shrink under the lure of enough good interests. Even earlier, someone had already agreed to join forces.

But now the mystery of Han Li disappeared, leaving the monks staring at each other for only a short time, but nothing was gained. In the end, they returned to Shicheng in depression.

And not long after these people walked away, Han Li disappeared from the sky and the blue light flashed, and one person blurred and flashed. Immediately, the spiritual light converged, and the human shadow solidified and shaped. It was precisely Han Li who replied to his original face.

Han Li looked over at Stone City and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Had it not been for his sudden plans, he would not have wanted to spook the snake and let the city's Nueva Baby Brothers discover its existence. He would never let these monks follow him back alive.

They failed to see Han Li's covert spell, and should be very fortunate. Otherwise, Han Li would never mind waving his hands off the brothers.

Han Li weighed four times at high altitude and determined a direction, turning into a green light and walking.

A moment later, the green light fell in the hills between the two small mountains surrounding the town.

The birds and the scent of the flowers, the silence and the density of the mountain fog gather here.

Han Li just glanced around and nodded slightly.

Hands raised, a stack of colorful six-color flags appeared, and after a dozen lights emitted, they disappeared.

Then a layer of white fog burst into the ground and merged with the water fog in the mountains, no longer distinguishing each other.

Han Stand up and drowned in the fog.

Han Li laid down the hidden law formation and slapped a bag of spiritual beasts between his waist in the fog.

Buzzing loudly, tens of thousands of golden bugs flocked out of their pockets, turning into a cloud of gold floating in front of them.

Han Lipan sat on his knees and read words gently in his mouth. His body began to shine a green light,

After a "boom” sounded, the worm cloud turned into a golden flower that flew in all directions.

Almost at the same time, Han Li opened his eyes, and the light in his eyes was first abnormal, and then weird darkened.

This is precisely Han Li's once-in-a-lifetime deification mystery in the Valley of the Fallen Demons. He is a kind of magic talent that he has learned by virtue of a great decision. He can make most of his gods become thousands of tiny minds and temporarily adhere to each phagocyte, as if he had thousands more ears and eyes in a single time.

This divinity mystery technique and Han Li's previous spiritual attachment technique appear to be somewhat similar, but radically different.

One is to divide most of the divine consciousness into countless tiny minds at a time, with the aid of the Phagocytes' ear eyes to carry out search and exploration of the minds that cannot be achieved, must be carried out under the personal command of the Yuan God, cannot go beyond a certain range, otherwise the minds will be withdrawn by themselves.

The other is to attach independent distractions to spiritual objects, so that the distractions can command spiritual objects flexibly in accordance with prior orders, the Yuan God does not interfere, and can even direct the sacrificed spiritual worm beasts to attack enemies, to some extent with the incarnation. And as long as the attachment time is less than, no matter how far away from the impostor is.

Sensitization is difficult to use unless it is inconvenient to think, and there is a sense of chicken ribs. The art of sending spirits, however, is a great divinity rarely mastered by former late infant monks, and cannot be spoken in the same day.

Now as soon as all the phagocytes fly out of the white fog, some drill the ground, some lift up, and all these spirits disappear without a trace.

Han Li, sitting in the formation, closed his eyes again and his face was cold and wooden.

Little over time, the sun gradually fell from the sea and finally, at night, the entire island of Spirit fell into darkness.

But the lights were bright in the stone city, and a luminous piece of moonstone filled with spiritual power sparkled like daylight all over the stone city. As a result, it became more and more dark around the city, and there was a wave of sea breezes, as if countless demons were hiding in the dark.

Although it is said that the monks, whatever the dark liquid during the day, consume a little bit of magic in the evening and can also see clearly, the distance is far less than during the day. But the alien sea is not good. There are many demonic beasts in the outer sea. Don't say that you usually rush to the surface of the sea. Just stay on the island at night, you may be approached by demonic beasts who are good at hiding, and then suddenly attack them!

After all, it is not possible for ordinary monks to set their minds free at all times, so every year the number of monks falling is almost greater than in the case of official hunting of demonic beasts.

Therefore, unless there is an emergency or self-absorbed high-ranking monks, in the evening, the monks on the island will try to be as vigilant as possible. It is naturally forbidden to fully open the monks' gatherings, and all the monks who did not go out to sea have turtled back.

Meanwhile, eight stone towers lit up simultaneously, and a light blue curtain protected the entire stone city in case a demonic beast sneaked into the city for a sneak attack.

But on nights like this, several men with capes quietly arrived at the gates.

The guardian of the door was a knotted dam and several foundation-building monks. The head only opened the cape slightly and revealed his true face. At first glance, the guardian monk hastily opened a crack in the protection of the city and sent several people out to the stone city.

And as soon as these people left the city, they turned into a few rays of light and went into the pitch black night sky, and disappeared.

A few people were slow, but no one spoke, just stunned to the road.

But he left Shicheng for more than a hundred miles, and suddenly a light “eh” sounded in the light. After a breath of light, a thin white line lasered out of the light, flashing away into the void behind him.

The rest of the monks were one of them and stopped to shine and looked backwards.

“Zu", far away in the black sky suddenly burst a glittering golden light, the white line hit something hidden, a strange hiss, a fist big golden light fell straight down.

“What's that?” Another monk lost his voice in surprise.

And the monk, who had launched the attack, flied back from afar, and after a circle, a fine snow needle fell into his hands. That's when he slowly said:

“I don't know if it's wild or domesticated. But this worm wasn't pierced by my 'white needle’, it was hard enough. You go get the body of this bug, and I'll see what kind of bug it is. ”

The last sentence was that the man turned around and the two monks behind him commanded him.

At once, the two behind them complimented each other, turning into two rays of light directly into a pitch-black underground in the distance, searching for the golden spirit bug that had been killed.

But after enough time to drink a cup of tea, the two flew back depressed.

“Master Qi, it seems that the spirit worm is not dead, and its body has not been found there!” One replied with a slight hesitation.

“Didn't die? Do you think my white pity needle is an embroidered needle? A spiritual worm in the extermination zone has returned without success!” The outgoing monk sounded a little angry.

“Brother Bai, maybe that thing is really fine, and I haven't found a trace of the worm.” At this time another monk with a cloak suddenly said in a solemn manner.

“Really? Let me see! ”

The monk, who unleashed the fine needle treasure, was astonished and rushed to cover his mind to the distance, searching carefully.

After a moment, his face under the cape became ugly and unusual, and the area had not found a trace of the golden spiritual worm.

Surprised by the slight sounding of his lips, the other monk did not say two words at the same time hand lifted, one released a small green hammer, one lifted countless slim white filaments in the hand, the two treasures protected themselves in the eyes.

“Someone tall is waiting for me. Don't sneak up on me. Come out and meet me!” The monk who released the white silk drank a big sip, while his eyes swept brightly, releasing a shocking atmosphere.

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