A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

This is a temple-like temple.

It is not small, and there is a small door on both sides, which leads to other places.

Han glanced back and forth in the lobby and finally landed on two rows of wooden shelves on both sides.

The wooden frame is pure white like snow, the hidden chill of silk, is the famous “snow wood” of the spiritual world.

This wood is a great material to refine an ice property treasure and is only used here as a plain wooden frame to place things. That's a little extravagant!

Even Han Li was a little speechless.

More than a dozen objects of various colors are placed on the shelf, from a distance, as you wish, in a long bowl, in a small bell, and so on.

Han Li's eyes narrowed and his thoughts swept over these objects. The result was a foolishness, followed by a full face of surprise.

None of these artifacts are the finest semi-finished treasures.

If it is completely refined by the original owner, even though it is not Tianling Bao, it is similar to ordinary Ling Bao.

Most importantly, these treasures are the kind of secluded treasures that possess a special divine talent from the look of their appearance.

Of course, even if he spends another hand and foot really refining them completely, the sacrifice will certainly not be as powerful as the original owner refined them. But as such, they are still some of the finest treasures in the spiritual world.

Han Li's sleeves trembled and suddenly flew out in a glowing glow.

All these objects were swept away by Kwangxia.

Han Li was very happy to get so many powerful treasures at a time.

After his eyes swept again into the lobby, his head slowly lowered and he looked at a futon under his feet for a few moments, suddenly a slight sound in his mouth, seemed to find something else.

Grab it with one hand towards the ground without thinking.

The futon fell silently into his hands with a "thud”.

Elastic, abnormally cool, and a pure, abnormally spiritual aura surfaced.

“This is…” Han visually flickered.

The futon is obviously made of some kind of spiritual grass, and I don't know how many thousands of years I've spent here, but it still has a lot of spiritual energy.

He moved and seemed to find something, suddenly sniffing the futon beneath his nose.

It turned out to be a faint smell.

Han Li's face became strange and his other hand flipped.

Green light flashed and a three-foot long sword appeared in the hand.

Throw the futon into the air, shake your wrist, and a forest sword lights out.

something astonishing happened!

As soon as the seemingly indestructible sword light struck the futon, the entire sword light immediately fell several inches deep in it and was then burst into a solid bounce.

The yellow glow on the surface of the futon spinned, and the cut sword marks immediately recovered as they had been.

Ming Ming was just a futon made of grass wood, and it actually took the swordlight of the Bamboo Cloud Swords.

“It's true, it's the rumored 'Lavender'! There is something so strange in the world. The body of the grass tree alone can resist the slapping of Pharaoh such as the flying sword. Wear it to make your stomach fit, enough to resist a top-of-the-line armor. Unfortunately, the grass fears fire and is worth a lot of discounts. Such a rare spiritual grass to make futon is a very small use of material.” Han Li looked over and over at the futon in his hand several times, his mouth whispering low and low, but his face was filled with a slight smile.

Now that he has discovered the value of these futons, he will naturally not ignore them.

When a pitch black palm comes out of its sleeve and looks casual on the ground.

Then the gray rolled down to the ground.

Hundreds of futons disappeared silently between grey flashes.

The whole hall looked empty at once.

Han Li nodded with satisfaction as he swept into the storage bracelet and saw that some futons were neatly stacked in one place.

This kind of rare spiritual grass that has been extinct even in the spiritual realm, if there are a few more to wait for, then this is really the way to go.

Han Li thought so, breathed out a long breath and took a deep breath.

The smell of sandalwood seems to be a little more intense than just now.

“Sandalwood! ”

All of a sudden he turned his head and his eyes glistened towards a corner of the incense burner.

The incense stove also has a half-cut candlestick in it, but the colour is pale and I don't know where it has been for years.

Han Li's brow tip moved and walked towards this corner.

Before he really walked forward, he swept to the incense burner, but frowned immediately.

This incense furnace is made of ordinary bronze, and even the magic appliance is not counted, which is a little unexpected for him.

His gaze flashed slightly, and he walked to the incense burner, looking down at the fragrance of only one third of the normal candle.

An intense aroma of sandalwood is emerging from this object.

This fragrance appears to be somewhat prestigious.

But from the outside, it seems almost indistinguishable from ordinary candles. But after so many years, it can still be seen that this object is definitely of some origin.

Han Liwang's face gradually grew a little heavy after a while.

Suddenly he lifted one hand and stretched out two fingers, slowly clipping the fragrance.

Without really touching this fragrance, the first glitter flash, a layer of blue light wrapped two fingers together.

He looked very careful.

Gently pull the fragrance out of the incense furnace with your fingers, without any other unusual occurrence.

But Han Li's color was still unusual. He turned the fragrance over and over several times and sniffed it under his nose for a while, revealing the color of silence.

Suddenly one of his fingers bounced, the red light flashed, and a rice particle-sized Mars bounced off his fingertips, hitting the fragrant end.

flash extinguishes!

The fragrance was not ignited.

Han Li's gaze flashed, revealing a hint of excitement, his fingers slightly bounced, and then a fist-sized red fire ball emerged empty-handed at his fingertips, suspended in the void

Gently insert the fragrance on one end of the flame ball.

He curled his gaze without saying a word.

The result appears to be an ordinary residual fragrance, sparkling with hot, hot flames, with no intention of igniting at all.

“It turns out to be the 'Black Ghost Ice Scent'. This is the sacred relic of the demon when it breaks through the boundaries of the merger! ”

At first sight, Han Li's face was ecstatic.

When he flipped with one hand, a white jade box appeared in his hand, carefully placing the fragrance into his hand abnormally.

Then he wobbled, and found two stops of burning more than half of the fragrance from the incense oven in the other corner, collecting it as well.

The jade box flashes in your hand and disappears without a trace

Han Li then searched the hall four more times. Unfortunately, there was not much here, except for the shrine and the plates served in front of the shrine, which had long turned gray and white spiritual fruit wreckage.

In doing so, he finally looked at the shrine.

The shrine itself is sparkling with purple light, about the height of its length, while the statue inside is green and luscious, as if sculpted with the finest green jade.

The god looks like a green gown with a white and snowflake in one hand and a purple gourd in the other, with three long strands of chin and a hint of bone fairy wind.

But Han Li only looked at the statue for a moment, and he couldn't help but notice the astonishment.

He suddenly found that no matter how long he stared at the face of the statue with his eyes wide open, he could only see a lush green glow in his eyes, he could never see the true content of the statue.

Han Li's eyes suddenly beat twice, his pupils slightly shrunk, and the blue flashed in the next moment. He actually used Ming Qing Ling's eyes to forcibly peek at the statue's face.

At this point, there are some effects. The layer of green Xia on the face of the statue is actually gradually passed by, and quickly thinned in its eyes.

His heart was full of joy and his eyes stared at him and he wanted to sweep away at the statue.

But without waiting for him to really look carefully, suddenly a sound of Sanskrit in his mind sounded, causing his ears to buzz, the whole divine sea of consciousness seemed to turn upside down.

Han Li's eyes darkened and the whole person fell, almost sitting on the ground in the middle of the sky and earth.

Fortunately, his thoughts were hardly worse than those of the merger period. After a quick spin in his body, he finally woke up in a dizziness and hurried to get back on his feet.

Han stood steady and looked at the idol's eyes again. He became uncertain for a moment.

This statue is so weird, it can't even see what it really looks like to be built in today's realm. You can see that it is a powerful and unpredictable treasure in itself.

This object is offered here. The person who wants to come and serve is also a small person in the real fairy world.

And the statues of the gods are incredible things.

Some of the great gods of the spiritual world, even millions of miles away, can use the power of idols to make the Numen or the Spirit appear in the sky.

If the master of this idol is truly a true Immortal Realm, and has never heard of a true Immortal Realm Immortal in the spiritual realm, he has actually used this means to come to this realm, but it is a definite act of playing with fire and burning himself.

Han Li took a deep breath after a long period of uncertain shade, pressed the desire in his heart and removed his gaze from the shrine, looking to the side of the door.

As he moved, he walked over without hesitation.

The giant ape puppet followed the past, prompted by his divine thoughts.

After a moment of work, there was nothing else in the hall but a lonely shrine.

By then, Han Li had passed a walkway to a dozen houses similar to a cabin.

None of these houses are very large and all look alike.

Han Lifey quickly looked at the moment and let the giant ape puppet push all the doors open. After seeing nothing unusual, he flew into one of the rooms.

(FIRST REGULATION) (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)