A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Han Lizheng turned into a rainbow and flew on the road to Mulan Prairie.

This time, naturally, the goal is to return to the Great Jin and find out what kind of ghost ravens we managed to get from the Yin Zong.

Although he had not previously succeeded in evolutionary divinity, the cultivation was already the peak of the authentic late Yuan Baby, and his grasp of the trip naturally added a few points.

If he remembers correctly, the original Yin Lo Zong fell behind the Dry Old Devil's meteor. Only the Yin Lo Zong Lord in the Zongmen should be a Yuan Baby Late Brother. As long as he's not foolish enough to spell hard, it shouldn't be a big problem to take the ghost ravens.

And this Yin Luo ancestor, who personally led the team to Tianan once, and he seemed to have a great feud to kill his wife.

If so, this opportunity to solve this person is also a win-win thing, otherwise the future may not be endless.

He had wanted to dispose of the enemy before, but he had not advanced yet. He could not even defend himself, and he did not dare to take risks easily.

Now that he is brilliant and wants to take the ghost raven, of course he will not let go of this man again.

Otherwise, in case he is not in the fallen cloud section, this archbishop suddenly wants to avenge his wife's murder before the Shouyuan limit arrives, and secretly climbs the fallen cloud section to open the killing.

Is Nangong Wan and others not dangerous?

Han Lixin thought so much that he couldn't help but think big.

Speaking of which, although he was greatly disappointed that this shutdown did not succeed in transforming God by means of the Five Demons of Cold Flames, he was not really completely depressed because of the hands of the Magnetic Divine Light.

He went to Dajin this time, in addition to robbing the ghost Rohan, there are actually two other things to deal with together. Otherwise, once Yuan-magnetic Divine Light has been practiced, he will be trapped somewhere alive, and nothing can be done personally except practice Yuan-magnetic Divine Light.

Nature needs to be proactive when it comes to freedom.

Finding the sun essence fire and using the cold medulla to make ‘return sun water' is naturally a top priority.

As long as you have Yiyang Shui, it is equivalent to a quarter increase in your Shou Yuan. I'm afraid the monks of any rank will not give up on this anti-heavenly thing. For a monk like Han Li, who is already at the top of the human world, temptation is unparalleled.

And the last time he found out about the sunglasses fire, he searched the temple of the Little Polar Palace for a Renminbi baby. In this way, nature is all set and owes only to the east wind.

As for the other thing, it doesn't matter much in comparison, just along the way. Success, while fortunate, does not have much impact on it. This is the secret of going to the temple to sell the temple and asking them to refine the mustard space.

When he attended the big auction in Jinjing, when he heard the cabinet of Jinjing Tianjin Machinery Palace that space cracks could be refined into mustard space, he moved in his heart and had the idea of refining the space that might have been the wreckage of Lingzheng Garden that day in the Valley of Fallen into an exclusive space.

After all, a former infant monk like him almost has his own secret cave, some even a few, besides the bright cave, where he usually puts his own treasures in order to prevent him from having an accident, there can be a way back.

Han Li has been busy cultivating, but has no time to think about it.

Han Li now suddenly thinks about it. Naturally, he doesn't really want to stay behind or anything, but he thinks it's a great place to practice Yuan Magnetic Divine Light. If he is able to make his own mustard space, and only leaves a secret transmission array connected to the outside world, he can only control the transmission array in space, and even if his divine opponent finds it, he can only stare dry.

Even if the enemy destroys the transmission formation outside in anger, tearing space apart again with his present divinity, it is not difficult, and he is not afraid to let his opponent die in space.

Instead, it is impossible for a master outside the space to find a mustard space that has been healed, even if he has the ability to tear the space apart without knowing the specific space cut-in point.

These things were naturally studied by Han Li.

Of course, if it is not possible, Han Li is looking for another secret place to cultivate, and it is not impossible. It's just that stability is naturally far less suitable than mustard space.

However, waiting for the mustard space to be refined is an original creation of the Royal Palace, which may be a bit troublesome to collect. But then again, an archbishop begs for anything from any force, even if it is unwilling, I'm afraid it will try to satisfy itself.

After all, no one is willing to easily complain about such a great enemy, even if they sit in town with a former late infant monk.

As for the Tianjin Cabinet, it can still maintain the method from refining. Most of the methods are too chicken ribs to attract the interest of the Ten Great Sects of Orthodox Demons. Otherwise, he wouldn't believe that a cabinet in the district could really hold on to a truly important operation for so long.

Of course he needs some discipline in the technique he wants.

Han Li smiled and conceived. The light flashed a few times, disappearing without a trace in the nearby sky.

……

Half a year later, a foggy little rain was falling in a hillside town in Dajinyuzhou, thousands of miles from Tianan.

On a bright green stone street washed with dripping rain, few pedestrians have walked, and occasionally each has walked with a cloth umbrella in a hurry, no one has the mind to stay in the street.

A yellow man with a white oil cloth umbrella suddenly stepped onto this stone street.

But this person was able to move freely and without panic, as if walking in the suburbs. He leaned forward slightly with an umbrella in his hand, but it was just right to block most of his face. Makes it impossible to spy on its true face.

From the palm of the umbrella, however, it appears that this person is growing old and not an ordinary poor people.

Some of the occasional passers-by, seeing this person act so strangely, I couldn't help but wonder how many times he looked at him. But he was indifferent, and his steps were still not slow.

When the man reached an inconspicuous alley, he changed direction and flashed into it.

Although the alley is quite deep, it is only a few dozen steps away, and anyone can see that it is a dead alley with no exit, neither side nor a door, all up to the wall about a few lengths high, which is really a rare place to come. But a strange scene appeared, and the yellow shirt man turned a blind eye to these things, just walking on his own.

When this parachute man was about to walk to the end of the alley, when one head hit the seemingly hard and unusual stone wall, all of a sudden the whole person flashed white light, the whole person strangely did not enter the wall and disappeared, like a ghost.

I believe there are mortals passing through here, and when they see this scene, they must cry out loud in the daylight. And if a monk sees it, he will naturally just ignore his mouth, it's just one of the simplest methods of obstruction, what's the big fuss?

If the monk who said this also penetrated the wall and passed through several layers of Xuan Ao's restraint, he would probably stare at it completely.

Because behind these bans, there is a hundred or so lengths of Optimus Jade Gate built almost straight into the sky, while behind the giant Jade Gate, is a first-level white jade ladder leading straight to the height, all suspended in mid-air, and leading straight into the sky to the appearance of a magnificent green hall.

And the milky white spirit fog surrounded the main hall, some rare birds of spirit circled slowly over the sky, looking at ease, while the ground was planted with many strange flowers and grass, adorning the place like a fairy realm.

But if one sweeps with one's mind, it looks white and very wide, but in fact, this is not a large enclosed space, it is only more than ten miles in size, but it is a few hundred feet tall, really tall and some amazing. Otherwise, however, it would not have been possible to build such a strange aerial palace here.

Under the giant jade gate at the entrance to the space, there are two platoons of Golden Helmet Golden Armor samurai separated by two sides, one two lengths tall, motionless and pale.

Instead, among these samurai, there was a man dressed in armor, dark in face, sitting on a stone pier beside a pillar without any image, walking in here with the parachute, saying something lazily.

“No, it's a big deal, and we can't disturb the chief of the pavilion to meet our guests now. Otherwise, my lord blames me. I can't blame Cao. Why don't you wait here for the first half of the day and talk to me later. These days it's my turn to rotate in this daylight palace, and staying with these goosebumps is just half a year, and it's boring us out.” The martial artist dressed up as a big man said with a smile.

This man is a late Khmer monk, but here he is just a doorman, and it is a bit frightening. But by their word, those giant samurai on both sides are just some organ puppets. But if it hadn't been for this person, these puppets would have been alive and well, and could not have been easily distinguished by the naked eye.

The monk who had originally supported the umbrella into space had already hidden the white umbrella and revealed a dignified face with white eyebrows.

‘Cao Fengwei! Zhang is not saying a joke this time. There are some extremely important things that must be handed over to the chief of the court. And even if I could wait, that person would not necessarily wait. It would really delay a great deal and cause a great deal of harm to the Cabinet. This is not something you and I can afford. ”Middle-aged people are a little ugly, and a little annoyed to say so.

“The man? Who is Brother Zhang talking about?” The black-faced man snorted and asked somewhat in alarm.

“It's simple, he's talking about Han.” Suddenly a strange man's speech came over the heads of two people, clearly and abnormally into their ears.

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