A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Oh, nothing. I'm also practicing some lightning, and I'm naturally a little curious about this stuff. Daoyou intends to exchange this for something.” Han Li played Thunderwood in his hand for a while and replied quietly.

After hearing Han Li really wanted to change the look of the willow strip, the old man in White Xia sighed Han Li's eyes up and down before saying in a sandy dumb voice:

“Though the true purpose of this thunder tree has not yet been found below, the spiritual wood formed by this thunder is difficult to estimate in value. As such, the old man is recently refining a furnace of 'dry yuan dan' and lacks an unlimited variety of 5,000 spiritual grass. If Daoyou can provide one, this spiritual tree can be taken. Of course, if there was a top spiritual stone or something else of equal value, the husband would not refuse. ”

“How do you know that I have the potion!” Han Li's heart was full of spirits, and his face in Baixia sank.

“Don't be surprised, Daoyou is practicing some little prodigy, smell far more than normal people, the wooden box you just took out when trading with the demonic woman name, the smell of medicine, I smell some. It's about 3,000 years old, isn't it? It is very likely that more than 5,000 years will come out of these psychotropic drugs so easily.” The old man said low.

Han Li heard that and was somewhat speechless.

He has heard that Buddha has a great divinity, which can strengthen the five sense senses of the brothers. The legendary sense of his heart, thousand-mile eyes, and smooth ears are similar to divinity. Speaking of which, his clear and clear eyes, in a certain sense, are also the specific manifestations of such divinity, but it is just not possible to reach the kind of incredible realm in rumours.

After trying to understand the specific reason, Han Li's color slowed and Xu Xu said:

“So that's how it is. Now that Daoyou has already named the Pokémon, there really is such a strain in his hands, Daoyou see if it applies. ”

Han Li had no intention of negotiating at all. As soon as he raised his hand, his hand flashed white, a rectangular wooden box emerged and threw gently at each other.

The old man was a little surprised. I didn't expect Han Li to really agree to his terms. A handful of natural delights took over the wooden box, opened the box cover and glanced at it, and immediately closed it again.

“Not bad, it's 5,000 years of psychotropic medicine, just right for the old man's refinery.” The old man packed the wooden box and was delighted.

Han Li saw this, smiled slightly, and the willow wandered slightly in his hand, and disappeared as well. Then he slipped his fist and turned away without saying a word.

In front of these old foxes, words must be lost.

Han Li, who was out of the Temple of Tai Xuan, turned around again in the rest of Fang City, but with his possession of Tianling Bao and countless medicine, how can the things in these stores easily move him, immediately after a few hours, he returned to Qingshi giant tower.

As soon as he walked into the quiet room in the hall where the team was located, Han Li raised his hand and struck the stone door of the quiet room, temporarily stimulating the restraint of the entire quiet room in case others appeared to disturb him.

But then, Han Li was still a little uncomfortable, lifted the hand room, and a few different colors of light emitted, and the four corners of the quiet room disappeared in a flash.

A white masked curtain appeared on the stone wall, completely obscuring all possibilities for spying.

As a result, Han Li was relieved to sit on his knee on the futon. As soon as his hand swept down, that half-foot long thunder tree appeared in his hand.

This thing has only a thick thumb and abnormally green color, but the body surface has some tiny lines like a whirlpool. It makes people look at it and it means that their eyes are deep in it.

In the Temple of Tai Xuan, he did not carefully examine the object and now gently stroked his fingers inches over the branches while closing his eyes.

The power of thunder and lightning under the psychic skin is abnormal, but it is incredible that bias can solidify into the present morphology.

So thinking in his heart, he opened his eyes again, his hands flashed blue, and began to slowly inject a little spiritual force into the branches.

But with a little injection, the branches trembled slightly, and a bouncing force appeared, and these spiritual forces rebounded.

Han Li's heart flashed a little surprise, his hands gradually gleamed.

As the branches trembled, a pale white light flashed, interwoven with the blue flashes on Han Li's hand, but completely incompatible.

A little while later, there was a buzzing noise between the two kinds of light.

Han Li's eyebrows wrinkled and his hands swung down. The blue flashes on his hands suddenly disappeared.

Obviously, the infusion of spiritual power continues, perhaps by force, but the branches themselves will self-destruct.

In Han Li's experience, this is not the only way to study the object.

He grabbed the palms of the branches and immediately a series of thunder sounds appeared, a golden wire emerged, and the instant one covered the branches therein.

The branches didn't move in the golden arc bounce, looking unusual.

Han Li did not show a depressed expression, and if it was so easy to find out what, the previous owner would not see it as a chicken rib.

Han Li suddenly threw the branches into the air and immediately suspended them in mid-air.

The fingers were pointed at the branches and a golden sword flashed out, cutting into the middle of the branches.

A low and heavy thunderbolt came out, the white light arc flashed, and the branches were easily cut into two sections, falling down gently.

Han Li's thoughtless one-handed void grabbed it, and immediately caught both of the twigs.

His eyes swept away and he saw a piece of silver and white on the cut.

Han Li's eyes flashed blue, staring at the past, immediately discovered that this so-called silver and white was an extremely regular interweaving of countless thin wires, which together formed an incredibly strange pattern.

Complex Fine Exception!

If it wasn't for his spiritual eyes, he would never have seen anything wrong.

At the turn of the eye, a layer of green emerged on the silver electrical surface of the break, immediately turning the two broken branches into two completely independent branches.

Han Li was really surprised.

Control the arc and condense the lightning into shape, which was one of the magic tricks he was good at. But refining lightning to such a point and forming such an incredible state was something he had never really thought of.

The complexity of this can be far more than how many times more intelligent he was when he turned into a power grid using the Evil Divine Thunder and condensed into a light bulb.

This means that the manipulation of the divine mind is absolutely surprising, otherwise it will never be possible to do so.

Han Li held two truncated branches and bowed his head and sank.

Suddenly his eyes flashed, one of his fingers hit one of them, and the void was drawn.

The golden light flashes, and the truncated strip is again chopped twice in a white arc.

But this time, Han Li was already ready, and he thought about it, and one of the sections immediately went under Han Li's eyes, and the silver-white incision was completely exposed to his eyes.

Han Li's eyes were blue and magnified. He stared at the scene at the broken end without blinking. The face was full of heavy colors.

Although the same silver-white cuts are made, the pattern formed by the wires on them is quite different from what was first seen.

A moment later, the branch incision was once again covered by a green color.

Han Li slowly closed his eyes and seemed to grasp something.

All of a sudden, his fingers bounced off and cut off all the pieces of the branches. Among them, he looked at the thunder pattern repeatedly and immediately stopped looking at it. If a new thunder pattern appeared, he could not move his gaze.

As a result, a half-cutted branch was cut into countless pieces in Beijing and sprinkled all over the floor.

When Han Li revealed a sudden color, the slim sword light erupted again, the direction changed, and began to cut the other half-cutted strip directly from the middle. In the silver flash, it was neatly divided into two pieces of uniform size.

Just a closer look, the golden sword filament keeps popping up, and this half-threaded wood turns into a pile of thin sheets.

Thinnest part, like white paper.

As such, the remains remain extremely stable, with no indication of an outbreak, even though they clearly contain the power of terrible and unusual lightning.

Han Li suddenly turned his hand and a white jade slip appeared in his hand.

He grabbed the jade Jane with one hand and instantly copied all the cuts he had just seen into the jade Jane.

then exhale a long breath.

Even with such a fruitful memory, it takes a lot of effort to remember all these complex and fine thunder lines.

After a little recovery, Han Li began to quietly understand the thunder pattern.

For no reason, when he sees these thunderbolts, he immediately has 80% certainty in his heart that they are the key to thunderbolt formation.

Han Li sat here one night a day. The whole person is like a wooden carving, don't move.

Suddenly Han Li's eyelids moved, ten fingers bounced, thunder sounded loud!

A golden arc ejected and then split apart between the eyes, turning into millions of thin wires.

Han Likou read words and kept pointing fingers in the air.

When the wire suddenly condensed into the middle, it began to interweave through the void, forming a strange and unusual pattern, hidden and Han Li remembered a thunder pattern like no other.

When the eyes were about to form and condense into a special presence as if it were a gold cloth, suddenly the whole cloth burst open.

In the thunder of firecrackers, the collapse disappeared.

Han Li took a deep breath and instead of showing a disappointing look on his face, his eyes were hidden in excitement.

He was right, and in the moment of the golden thunderprint, he obviously felt an unknown power from the golden cloth.

Unfortunately, he has not yet studied one, two, a wire interweaving error, leading to the abandonment of the previous work.

Han Li took a deep breath, rubbing his hands, a large gold arc ejected again, and burst into a low sound between his hands.

The same fracture, countless golden wires appeared again, dense and numb, many times more than last time. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)