A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

That's when the big man turned around and looked at the corpse of the old man with a complicated look and sighed.

“What, is Meng Daoyou still in love with Ghost Gate? ”

Among the Qi-refining disciples, a seemingly ordinary middle-aged monk suddenly spoke, then raised his hand and waved a silver white flying sword that circled in the air.

After flashing, the flying sword became a silver rainbow and fell into this man's hands.

The old man was killed by this man who suddenly released a flying sword from behind. And this person, who was originally cultivated during the refining period, now reveals the cultivation of the later stage of foundation building.

“Now that I've decided to go to your demonic flame gates, I certainly won't regret anything anymore. It's just that this person can't talk about how much he's been with me, but he has seen it many times in the past, and some emotions in his heart are normal.” Meng Dahan replied faintly.

“Meng Daoyou can best think like that. Since the loss of two former baby monks more than a hundred years ago, plus a large number of knots, Ghost Gate has long lost power and is no longer worthy of monopolizing a country. This time, our Demon Flame Gate, the King's Spirit Sect, and the three new blood-killing sects joined forces, and the Ghost Gate was in no condition to escape. Later, the Blood Killer will replace the Ghost Gate in our magical seat. It would be wise for you to invest in this door first.” The middle-aged monk said with a smile.

At this time, the breath of the rest of us also changed dramatically, revealing the foundation building period to repair. These people are all monks of the Flame Gate.

“As long as your men promise me that things will remain the same, I will cooperate fully.” Meng Dahan replied with a smile.

“Ha ha, don't worry about it. Brother Meng has not bad qualifications. As long as this battle is won, the master will personally accept your entrance. It's harder to fix than when you're alone at Ghost Gate. No one points out where you're strong. But this place is really remote enough to hide a lot of people's hands here. Ghost Gate won't even notice. This is also due to the fact that before the master left, he deliberately gave effect to several of the restraining interest marks that I brought. Otherwise, it's really not easy to hide this person's thoughts.” The middle-aged monk swept the body off the ground and said with some pride.

“It is also fortunate that there is such an ancient transmission line, which gives me an excuse to trick it into a remote place. Otherwise, even if you can get a hit, there are more than a dozen disciples in the gas refining period here, if they activate a banned or alarmed voice note, it would be troublesome. Now as soon as this man gets rid of it, I can force the other disciples together, and then do it together, leaving none behind.” The big man turned his eyes and sank and said coldly.

“Okay, Brother Meng, that's a good way to go. Just do it.” The middle-aged monks heard a few words of praise.

By then, another person had taken off the old man's storage bag and fireballed it out, turning the body into ash.

And then these people, Ben, left this milk hole.

But at this moment, the uninterested ancient transmission burst into a buzzing sound, and then the whole of the Falun Formation flashed white light, and it was excited by itself, as if someone was being transmitted.

This sudden scene surprised Mon Dahan and middle-aged brothers and others. It was a bit silly.

Didn't the old man explicitly say that the law was long abandoned? How so coincidentally, it was suddenly normal at this time.

”Destroy the Falun Front, no matter who it is that comes from, the matter is imminent, we must not cut off branches.” The middle-aged monk reacted quickly enough, shouting in his mouth and shouting his hand.

The flying sword, which had then been hidden, was once again turned into a cold light striking the corner of the Falun Front.

The rest suddenly realized and sacrificed all sorts of magic instruments in an attempt to destroy the transmission array in front of them instantly.

After the loud sounds of "Boom Boom Boom", the glittering white flashes erupted on the ancient transmission array, and the white light flashed to rebound these instruments.

At this point, several middle-aged masters were surprised.

They naturally do not know that if the ancient matriarchal matriarch is not excited, naturally any lower order monk can easily destroy it, but once the transmission begins, the matrix itself is infused with a powerful spiritual force, and it is impossible to destroy the matrix without more than knots.

Otherwise, if there is a slight change at the other end of the transmission, which affects the transmission, it will all be bad luck.

As a result, the shadows of a man and a woman appeared implicitly in the matrix, only slightly indeterminate and seemingly still in post-transmission dizziness, in the eyes of the few.

At first sight, the middle-aged man was more than twenty years old, but the woman was only a teenager. She swept at the woman first, and found that the other party was only cultivating Qi during the Qi Refining Period, and her mind suddenly relaxed.

In the fairy world, women can't see the size of facial expressions, and it's common for a teenage girl to actually be a high-ranking monk who has lived hundreds of years. Men, if they were only in their twenties, would probably not be too tall. After all, few men practise the art of standing in the face.

So when he wanted to sweep the youth again, he saw each other shaking his head and seemed to recover. In a hurry, he couldn't look at the other person to fix it, and said aloud first.

“Do it, kill them! ”

He wanted to come, the woman was so low, the man was so young, at best a foundational monk. Naturally, while the other party is now stunned, he accidentally kills the other party, saving him the trouble after.

“Wait, don't do it!” When Dahan Meng saw the young man's face clearly, he panicked and hurriedly stopped.

However, several other monks of the Magic Flame Gate were headed by middle-aged monks. Although the voice of the big man was somewhat strange, they did not hesitate to activate the magic instrument and struck down at a man and a woman in the array.

As for the middle-aged monk who heard the voice of the big man, he misunderstood that the man and woman might be the old knowledge of the big man, so he ignored it.

As a result, he looked at the flashing spirit of four or five manipulators and overwhelmed the two of them, but suddenly heard a cold hum!

“You guys want to die! ”

As the voice went down, a shocking sound of "Boom," followed by a glittering glow exploding in the array, like a green sun appearing there. When all the magic instruments touched the green light, all the inches of a shock broke apart.

Then several golden swords gushed out of the blue light, just flashed, all the people, including the middle-aged monks, all passed through the body, they didn't say a word, instantly suddenly their lives were screamed off, the bodies were all poured over the cave.

Only the Mon surname Dahan was left unharmed, but he did not dare to move in place. Fearing to attract the misunderstanding of the youth in the law formation, his face was pale.

“How, you know me!” The young men and women of the Fretilin slowly came out and swept their eyes at the big man with cold eyes, asking faintly. And the teenage girl, who followed behind with respect, looked like a good boy. At first glance, it's a man's younger generation or something.

Young people naturally spent more than a month repairing the teleportation formation over the turbulent sea and finally returned to Han Li in Tianan.

As for the girl behind him, it was Tian Qin who was very satisfied with his talent in formation.

“When he was younger, he followed a family elder who had seen his predecessors exhibit their power during the Mulan invasion. Always keep your voice in mind!” Meng, whose surname was Dahan, hurried to pay his respects to Han Li. He said in a huge dismay.

“Mulan invasion? Hey, that was a long time ago, because you remembered what I looked like. But you're a spiritual disciple, aren't these people with you?” Han Li snorted and asked silently.

“The younger generations are spiritual disciples, but these are monks of the Magic Flame Sect.” The big man hesitated for a moment, but a pair of frozen eyes across the street, a witty afterwards, the ghost made all the bad things say.

“Demon Flame Sect? Be honest with me. If I had just spoken with you, I would have killed you. The fluctuations in the power of these people are very different from your ghost gate at first glance.” The cold words from Han Likou made the big man's heart chill, and a few other thoughts left in his heart suddenly disappeared.

Tian Qin stood behind Han Standing, gazing at everything nearby, his eyes flashed from time to time.

“Nor am I interested to know why you, as a ghost disciple, are here with the people of Demon Flame Sect, I just have some things to tell you, you answer me honestly.” Han Li has an opening.

“As long as the younger generations know, they must know nothing.” Meng's surname Dahan replied hastily.

“I have been away from Tianan for some years, you will tell me about the centuries of Tianan Xiu Immortal World.” Han Li asked calmly.

“Yes, sir, that's the truth. Naturally, 80 years ago, the Xuansheng Gate of Tianlu Kingdom was extinguished overnight by the Fire Spirit Sect. The specific situation is...” Dahan spoke well in front of Han Li's former baby master. The huge gap between the two cultivation is enough to make Mon Dahan fight hard, and he dare not deceive at all.

Han Li listened to the speech of the big man, the divine color remained the same, but occasionally he encountered places of his own interest, he would ask the first two sentences. Naturally, Han replied as thoroughly as possible, fearing Han Li's dissatisfaction.

It took a while for the Han Dynasty to talk about some of the so-called “big things” that have happened in Tianan for centuries, and then some nervous shut up.

“How are we doing now, but what's the big deal? Is Elder Cheng still in charge?” Han Li was silent for a moment and suddenly asked.

“Falling Cloud Sect! Because of the distance, the descendants are not really clear about the ancestors' sect, but it seems that the ruling of the sect now seems to be the name Lu's predecessor!” The big man hesitated for a moment, so he wasn't sure.

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