A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Standing at the top of a small mountain peak, Han looked out over a distant mountain range with his eyes slightly squinted.

“This is what you call it! Doesn't look very eye-catching.” After closing his eyes, he punched the fiber beside him and asked.

“That's how it's selected here. Brother Vietnam, you don't need to lead the way down there. Why don't you just rest in the neighborhood? Han Li and I are going there. Less is half a day, more is three or four days will come back. If it doesn't come back, Daoist will leave us alone. Just walk away.” Fiber burst into joy, "he said.

“Since the fairy said so, the more lazy the better.” Viet Zong promised to come down, then hugged his fist and flew towards another nearby hill.

Eventually the flashes didn't go into the mountain peak.

“Senior Han, let's go.” Fiber took a deep breath and the color grew.

Han Li nodded and flew forward to the mountains without saying a word.

As soon as he entered the mountains, the magic smokebird, who had been on the shoulders of the Crystal women, immediately swept up with wings, and after a circle in the nearby sky, he lashed in one direction.

Han Li followed behind quietly.

The mountain range overlaps large and small mountain peaks and is full of air.

They followed the black bird and flew thousands of miles in one breath. When a seemingly ordinary mountain peak appeared in front of them, the magic smokebird took its wings off, and the sound of a clear sound in their mouth could not move forward.

Fiber eyes lit up, delighted to say:

“The entrance has been found. ”

The woman then hurried the light, after a few flashes, she arrived near the mountain peak, and flew around the peak for a few quick turns, eventually stopped somewhere on the mountain waist, and appeared in shape, gazing at what.

Han Li Qingguang together, similarly came to this woman and looked at her eyes.

In front of you is a seemingly ordinary cliff, more than a hundred feet tall, gray and smooth, with no exception of some black gas floating nearby.

However, the blue flash flashed slightly in Han's eyes. The divine color moved a little and seemed to see something.

At this point, the fiber mouth whispered and the magic smokebird, which was supposed to circle in the air, rushed down, shooting like a crossbow at the cliff.

“Pfft” squealed, seemingly stiff stone walls swinging a circle of ripples at the moment of contact with the magic smokebird. The surface was then slightly blurred, turning into a thick dark fog of dead air.

The whole cliff is an entrance to a giant hole.

The Demon Smokebird seemed unblocked by the black mist and did not enter it for a moment.

“Senior, I'll check the movement later.” Fiber cautiously said, then sitting on the knees of the airborne disc, his hands clasped their eyes closed.

All she has to do now is manipulate this bird to find out what's inside.

Han Li stood flashing his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

After a meal, the magic smokebird swept out of the black mist and fell on the fiber shoulder in a circle.

The woman also opened her eyes at this time.

“Fortunately, the sacred beast is still awake inside. This is the perfect time to do it. I let the Demon Smokebird lead the way to his predecessor, just go straight to the Holy Stage Warcraft. However, the magic inside is unusually fierce, and even with the magic work of Senior Han, it cannot last long. It's best not to wake this beast up and destroy it with a thunderbolt!” Fiber colored remarks, then the fingers flushed a little.

The little black bird immediately flew back into the fog.

“Don't worry, Han knows how to do it. Fairies don't have magic protection. Wait here for me to come out.” Han Li stared at the woman in front of him for a moment before nodding his voice. Then he pinched his hands and suddenly his body was golden and a thin scale appeared.

As his figure moved, he turned into a golden rainbow into the black fog.

At first sight, Han Lizhen went into the dark fog, and the smile in the corner of the woman's mouth converged and revealed the color of silence.

“Almost. It's time for us to do the same.” Suddenly a group of green light flew out of the Crystal women, one flashed, prepared a fist-sized Kirin phantom, and turned around and said to the woman.

“Wait a little longer. Whether or not he can actually kill that Holy Stage Warcraft, the best time for us to enter the Holy Points of True Spirit is if we join hands.” Fiber shook his head and said.

“Why, you're not too shy about him.” Kirin Phantom hey hey chuckles.

“On this journey, how great is his divinity, and you are not invisible in me. Not even the nine-ranked warcraft of the clan can hold it in their hands for a moment and a half. If I really fight this guy, I'm not sure I have a chance. And that Holy Order Warcraft, if I'm not mistaken, is still asleep, but it's bound to be precautionary at the residence. It's unlikely to be easy to get close. We can only unwittingly open the True Spirit Points while they are fighting.” Fiber said calmly.

“That makes sense, too. Then wait a little longer.” Kirin nodded with a fictional twist around her neck.

Just at the same time, outside the mountain range, the Vietnamese sect sat in a newly opened cave on a peak and closed his eyes.

All of a sudden he sensed something and his palms flipped with a sudden complexion.

The box with the monster appeared in his hand.

Insect-like monsters, as soon as the lid was opened, shook their heads like crazy rattles.

Vietnam sucked in a cold breath of air and leapt almost unexpectedly, turning into a white rainbow rushing out of the cave.

But as soon as his figure appeared outside, his complexion became extremely ugly.

In front of him, he floated a man in silver coat with a bright face.

The Guy, who fought with them in the attic, was a heterosexual.

“It turns out it was the predecessors who came here. I thought it was the other warcraft who came here. What can I do for you?” The Vietcong's heart sinks, but he laughs reluctantly.

The Guy man looked at Vietnam coldly, half silent, and finally asked with no feelings:

“Where are the others? ”

“What other people, there's only one junior here.” Vietnam is quite a calm return.

“Really. In that case, you're on your way.” When the Guy man heard this, the blood flashed on his face and a brazen breath appeared.

Vietnamese color changed, suddenly the box splitter in his hand threw it across the street, then the light flashed in his sleeve, dozens of different colors of wax burst out, another mouth, one white jade card sprayed out.

The monster lashed out of the box, as if it were a snake wrapped around the Guy surname man, dozens of bullets instantly burst into various groups of light, and the jade card banged, turning into a white mist, the size of an acre, covering the Guy surname man under it.

The Vietcong himself flashed a white light and made a pair of * *, just wandering off, disappeared in place and appeared more than ten husbands outside the mist.

Then, when the light shines together, it turns into a white rainbow laser.

The man with the Guy surname saw this, laughed coldly, and saw him slap his heavenly lid, his figure slightly blurred, fantasizing about three ordinary identities.

One of the split arms lifted, suddenly turned into a pair of bloody ghost hands, ten fingertips, black gas wrapped around, one hand to the nearest front of the giant bug hands pinched, one push, ten fingers like a sharp blade tearing the monster into several cuts.

The other body suddenly grabbed his big mouth and sprayed it hard.

Suddenly a bloody glitter burst out, sweeping the subsequent lasers of light into it.

Once again, when the blood flashes, these light balls are swallowed up in the stomach by this split brain, and even the nearby white mist is sucked in half.

The last one, his eyes flashed silver and suddenly his figure flashed, turning into a silver dragon laser.

Just a flash, the silver flicker appeared instantly in the glowing sky of Vietnam, the tail swung, and the two giant claws grabbed down.

The Vietnamese face is pale, but naturally it won't hold its hand, the sound of the body roar, the body lashes out, two white bone swords.

The lightning flashes on the surface of this flying sword, looking remarkable, crossed and slashed, facing the two giant claws of the dragon.

“Clicking”, the two bone swords, while holding the claw down as one, were themselves beneath the enormous force and folded into two pieces.

On this occasion, Vietcong opens his mouth and sprays a sperm of blood, covering the two * * under his feet, intending to carry out what kind of tricks to escape the appearance.

But silver eyes flashed with a cold light, just a mouth, a blood red bead emitted a crisp sound erupted.

The beads slipped away and suddenly emitted a large amount of black and red blood. As soon as they flashed, the more unexpected side of the cover was inside.

After a scream, the Vietnamese candle turned into a bloody water, which was swallowed up in the belly by a bite of silver.

Then one circle of silver lasered back, the other two splits also vacated and greeted up.

Only the phantom flashed, and the three splits instantly merged into one, transforming into the Guy surname man.

It's just his gloomy complexion, his glittering eyes thinking about something.

“Did these people show up here for something? But no one else should know where that thing is, unless it's just like you, it's... Hmm! Whatever the origin, that thing is only entitled to it, and whoever stands in my way, I will swallow it.” The man whispered to himself, his eyes full of fierce flashes.

But the next moment, he suddenly turned his head and drank in one direction:

“Who's there, get out. ”

But it was quiet, and no one showed up.

The colour flashed on the man's face, his hands suddenly lifted and a silver flying knife lashed out.

A silver flash was seen, a blade and a shadow instantly covered the void underneath. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)