A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

At this time, Han Li had been at the foot of a hill 2,000 miles away, his face had changed dramatically, becoming a middle-aged man with three long strands, and his figure had fallen several inches short.

At this moment, he was devoid of spiritual energy, he was transformed back into a perfectly ordinary refiner, and his eyes sat slightly on a blue stone, with no expression on his face.

After a while, Han Li suddenly opened his eyes with a smile in the corner of his mouth and muttered:

“Finally, the last trace of fire in the body has been dissipated, and it will never be recognisable unless they have personally checked it. ”

But even so, Han Li didn't mean to leave now.

Now is the time to take risks even if he has changed his appearance and aura.

So he jumped off the boulder, and a few jumped and flew up the hill.

Shortly afterwards, he arrived in front of a solid cliff, sheltered by countless vines and shrubs.

Han Li gazed a few times, nodded satisfactorily, then took a deep breath, and the fists were golden and brilliant, aiming at the stone wall in front of him to strike out.

After the loud rumbling of "Boom Lung" came out, a number of deep stone holes emerged.

When he shook his figure, a strange moment flashed into it.

Then, facing the hole, the other hand punched the top of the hole.

Suddenly a pile of crushed stones fell and the hole was blocked.

The stone cave immediately turned black.

Han Li didn't care at all. With his palms flipped, a moonstone that was already ready appeared in his hand.

He grabbed the stone and patted it gently onto the top of the hole, suddenly under great force, the moonstone easily embedded at the top of the hole.

In the faint light, the stone cave is halfway clear.

Han Li searched for a clean place and sat down. This led to a glimmer of spiritual rings on his hands. He removed the blood red vial from the storage bracelet and gazed at the magic light.

In addition to the constant blood red light, this bottle is also very ordinary, and the material is unusually smooth and seems to be ordinary porcelain.

Han Li gently touched the vial with his fingers and whispered in his heart, while all the memories of the Divine Blood of the Phage clan appeared in his brain.

Half an hour later, he frowned and removed a large jade bowl from the storage bracelet, which opened the lid of the blood red vial and gently slanted it against the bowl.

The bottle mouth of purple flowed, after half a day, seven or eight drops of dark purple liquid slowly poured out, all drops in the bowl immediately dispersed, can't even fuse together.

Han Li glanced carefully for a moment before reaching out a finger and gently placed a drop of purple liquid on it. As a result, at a moment when his fingers seemed untouched, the purple liquid suddenly jumped up and wrapped its fingertips in it, trying to intrude on it.

But as soon as Han Li's brow tip was picked off, the golden light flashed on his finger, isolating the purple night from his skin, and then gently shaking, the liquid slipped into the bowl again.

“Yes, it is true that the spiritual gods are not fake.” Han's eyes flashed with excitement.

Next, he poured the purple liquid back into the vial and carefully placed it in the bracelet, where he sat quietly in the cave and rested.

Though he is powerless now, he has not lost any power in the valley, so he doesn't have to eat or drink at all.

Shortly afterwards, a deity swept from the waves on the hill where Han Li was located. Han Li had no spiritual energy. Naturally, he swept away without noticing his existence.

During the first few days, these thoughts were searched abnormally frequently and had to be swept more than a dozen times a day.

But half a month later, it immediately became only two or three.

After two months of waiting, it is only once a day, and the minds used are clearly far less powerful than before, obviously the people who searched have changed.

But Han Li remained silent and hid in the stone cave.

Six months went by, and no more divine thoughts appeared.

Han Li was delighted when he sensed this change in the cave.

But after a few months of waiting, one day he earned his money, punched the hole to pieces of rubble, and the talent slowly came out.

He looked at everything in the neighborhood, and after nothing unusual had changed, he ran and shook his sleeve with a smile, and the big step of the meteor went straight down the hill.

Soon his figure disappeared into the mountains without a trace.

A year later, in a small town close to Sunset City, a young refiner with a strange face arrived. He hurried after purchasing a bunch of things and grew and disappeared.

Because nothing was recovered in the end, the matter of divine blood began to spread.

Coupled with the fact that some of the brothers and refiners who had participated in the Tri-Communal War at that time had gradually proved this, it had been a series of years.

In the case of Huang Xulingjun and other false purification stage, something was also taken by a district shrine monk, which naturally makes people wonder.

Huang Xulingjun was still somewhat unwilling. After returning to Sunset City, he still pursued the matter for several years. He also put some effort into finding the identity of Brother Baobao.

As a result, he was helpless, and the treasure grabber revealed several kinds of magic, none of which were small, but it was like jumping out of a stone, and there was no clue.

A year or two later, the Spring Sox King left Sunset City and went on a date with Nahuan Tianqi to go to the barbaric world. No one would follow the topic anymore, and the matter of divine blood would no longer be so.

Years later, in the mountain belly of a tall and enormous mountain away from human cigarettes, in a dark space surrounded by ink, a person sat in a quiet plate with a slight glitter of gold on his body.

But beside the shadow lay a red vial, lying on the ground, as if it was empty.

The person sitting on the tray just didn't move. If it wasn't for the gently undulating breasts, it would be like a mud sculpture...

More than a hundred years have passed for mortals in the spiritual world, representing much of their lives. But for a mighty immortal, it's just a glimpse of life.

More than a hundred years later, the mountain remained intact, but a group of heavily armed knights riding the wolf escorted several beautiful and unusual animal cars from the foot of the mountain.

One of them had three people in a veterinary car, an elderly man with gray hair, a six-seven year old boy with tiger heads and a similarly old, slim girl.

The old man's forehead was full of wrinkles, but the skin beneath his neck was as radiant and elastic as a young man's, while a pair of hands exposed to running out of their sleeves were as dry as old vines.

But oddly enough, not only are the fingernails on the old man's ten fingers inches long, they look abnormally sharp, but they also have faint red light, which is mysterious.

The opposite pair of young boys and girls stared at the red light on their fingernails without blinking and looked curious.

Nor did the old man hide anything unusual on his nails, just looking at the boys and smiling.

Suddenly a beast shoe came out of the window, and then a man's voice burst outside the beast car:

“Qi Yao, the people sent to drive the road have returned, and all the herds and demonic beasts that cross the mountain have been cleared. ”

“Well, well done. In this way, this business name has opened a new business road. For more than a decade, there will be no big problem." The old man moved with one hand and slowly opened the curtains.

Just a middle-aged knight in a huge figure, riding a hairy, snow-white, mutant wolf, followed with respect by a veterinary car.

“But you're sure there's not a demon left in this mountain. If there is a demon beast who is good at hiding, it is also normal to hide cleverly enough, and the demon air disk is not discovered.” The old man looked at the knight and suddenly took his breath seriously.

“This shouldn't be true. In addition to the demonic disk, the younger generations invited several fairy masters to sweep the whole mountain with special divinity. Indeed, no demonic beast exists in this mountain anymore.” The knight's complexion slightly changed, but he immediately answered with certainty.

”Oh, in that case, there really seems to be no problem. The monks you hired, though only in the Knightan period, are unlikely to have too high-ranking demonic beasts on the mountain. That's it, keep moving.“ The old man nodded with satisfaction and praised, wanting to put the curtains down on his hands.

But at this point, the aerial mutation protrudes.

Suddenly a loud crackling sound came from the distance from the sky, followed by a continuous burst of sounds. Suddenly the clouds were thick in the nearby sky, and the whistling sounds rolled with them. The whole sky suddenly became shady and abnormal.

The whole process of changing the sky was just a moment's work, and the old man even closed the curtains in the future and first.

“What is that...” The middle-aged knight was outside the veterinary car, his eyes swept down, and suddenly soared to the top of the clouds against the giant mountains, shocked and silent.

The old man frowned and raised his hand and knocked three times towards the compartment.

After a meal, the beast car stopped immediately.

Once the old man pushed the door, the man stepped out of the veterinary car and appeared on the flat outside the car, then looked at the sky at the top of the giant mountain as well.

As a result, her face changed dramatically.

“Heavenly robbery, this is a day robbery with a monk! Strange, it doesn't seem like a small-time robbery, but it doesn't look like a small-time robbery.“ The old man stared uncertainly at the distant weather of the electric snake dancing at the top of the mountain, a little furious.

Only at the top of the giant mountain in the distance, dark as a pot bottom, a two-coloured arc of gold and silver jumped in the clouds, and the sound of the dull rumbling came from that side. Slightly below the dark clouds, a white hurricane roared wildly, hitting the mountains, breaking the rocks and flying the trees.

At this point, the entire convoy stopped, and the knights were staring at a miracle that they might not have seen in their lifetime.

Several of the other animal cars took off in the air and flew towards the elderly after a slight circle.

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