A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Inside, it's very simple, with a small door that divides the originally integrated rectangular house into two interior and exterior rooms.

Large, obviously a living room with nothing but some simple tables and chairs and a set of tea utensils.

Han Lijin swept over these things and found that the material used for t was quite rare, but it was of no use to him, that is, he walked into the bedroom as soon as he flashed.

There's a little more stuff in this room.

In addition to a light green jade bed, there is a rectangular desk with several brushes, a light red yarn table and a pile of snow-white thin casks.

Han Li frowned and walked to the desk. He grabbed the brushes and the yarn table and played with them twice, but shook his head down.

But then he reached out and grabbed the handkerchiefs and spread them gently.

Turns out it's all empty!

Han Li's face was not unusual, put the thin handkerchief back where it belonged. After carefully sweeping the house again, after confirming that there was really nothing missing, he turned around without hesitation.

He didn't originally expect to wait here to see where the disciples lived, so he didn't stay here much.

Besides, there are more than a dozen such houses. The time is too tight, and it is not possible to look too closely at each of them.

As such, Han Li searched a dozen houses quickly.

As a result, with the exception of a few pieces of jade briefs documented in an unknown ancient language, there is little to be gained.

These jade janes are casually placed by the bedside of a bedroom, and most of them are not important.

Han Li also put it away, intending to wait until later to figure out the history of these ancient languages and see if he can get some useful information from it.

After all, he was curious about everything in the real fairy world.

With the puppet, he returned to the main hall and flashed into the side door on the other side.

Also passing a passage, Han Li reached another neatly lined house.

These houses are completely different from the previous cabins, each of which is quadrangular, with only one small door and no windows.

And all the rooms are completely separate and far apart from each other.

What makes Han Li Min jump even more is that all the surfaces of these quadrilateral houses are gleaming with light silver runes.

It is he who is familiar with the abnormal silver tadpole.

Han Li glanced at the rooms for a while before finally determining that they were a private room for training.

This discovery made him slightly happy.

Since it's a secret room, there may be something left over from the past.

However, looking at the dense and numb silver runes on the surface of the small door, his divine colour stiffened a few more points.

Generally speaking, confinement in places like secret rooms should be mostly soundproofed, spying and other small restraints. But with that terrible experience at the gates of the former main hall, he certainly wouldn't have taken it lightly.

But this time, instead of letting the monkey puppet test anything, he laid a few more layers of protection on his body, and the robe shook directly into a secret chamber stone door.

A little blue sword lashed out, and as soon as it flashed, it turned into a long green rainbow, slashing it hard on the door of the secret chamber.

He didn't even say anything to prepare to forcibly break the door restraint.

The silver light of the secret chamber door amplifies, and a clear sound echoes from inside.

The silver light seemed ordinary, but the green bamboo bee cloud sword was actually blocked by the hard raw. Swordlight was cut on the silver light, as if it could not be broken for a moment on the surface of the water, only a little bit slowly to quench this light.

Han Li saw this, but his heart was pine for one thing.

As expected, door restraint is not a type of counterattack, and it is mostly a very low-order restraint in the fairy world.

Think about it. How can these dozens of refineries, side by side, really put too much restraint on them?

He no longer hesitated to flip with one hand, a black hill several inches tall emerged and threw it forward.

“Boom”!

Koyama went down in the dark light to the size of a gauntlet and hit it hard on the silver light.

This time, it was obvious that the door restraint could not withstand such tremendous force that the silver light collapsed after the sound of a clear sound.

As soon as the green light flashed, the door was cut in half by the sword raw, falling to both sides.

Han Li retrieved the treasure and walked in with a large meteor.

The so-called secret chamber is only seven or eight years old, and the contents are unusually empty, and there is nothing left but a futon that is also made of "armored grass”.

In this way, there is no need to look at anything with divine thoughts.

Han Li sighed only slightly and backed out of the chamber after stopping the futon.

There are plenty more rooms like this, and he's not really disappointed!

By the same means, once the other stone door was broken open, man walked in again.

But a moment later, he walked out empty-handed.

As such, Han Li's breath will break six secret rooms in a row, but seems to be in bad luck and still nothing.

This makes Han Li's heart cry bad luck, but also has some anticipation for the rest of the Chamber.

However, when a loud "bang” sounded and the seventh chamber was broken, he walked into it and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This secret room is actually quite different from the previous rooms.

Not only are the rooms full of tables and chairs, but there are three boxes of different sizes and two vials on the table. The most eye-catching is a glittering painting hanging from a wall.

The painting was golden and he was temporarily unable to see what it was.

When Han Li's eyes closed slightly, they opened up a moment later. As a result, his pupils flashed blue, and finally he was no longer afraid of Golden Glow to see the painting clearly, but the divine color was one of a kind.

The painting is dense and numb, and there are countless golden flying swords in the same style.

Each of these sword postures, big and small, big as the giant sword of Optimus Heaven, gave him a terrible feeling of tens of lengths, but the small one was only a few inches long, but at a glance, even the pattern on the sword was clear, as if it were close at hand.

And so many golden swords are all over the painting roll, which should appear unusual, making it impossible to distinguish each other at all. However, this painting looks at each flying sword vivid and breathtaking, so that one can see a thousand differences at a glance.

Such a weird ten thousand sword diagram made Han stand happy. His eyes died looking at the painting and his body was motionless.

Just for a moment, Han Li suddenly groaned a few steps backwards, as if he had been hit by some invisible force. But he immediately turned his head and quickly moved his gaze away from the painting, daring not to look at it at all.

At the same time, an unusual burst of red appeared on his face.

“What a powerful power of mindfulness, as if it had been truly struck with a flying sword. Had it not been for my own mastery of the flying sword, I would not have been weak. I'm afraid this blow is going to destroy the gods.” Han Stereoscopic spiritual power spinning wildly in the meridians for a few laps, then his body was fine, but his face was still horrified.

However, after Han Li settled his mind, he immediately flipped one hand, and a stack of different colors between his fingers came up. Once again, more than a dozen colors of different colors lasered out. After a few flashes, they all disappeared into the sword diagram.

Something strange appeared.

A colorful phantom character appears on the surface of the sword diagram, covering all the golden light underneath it, and shrinking quickly.

The golden light emitted by the sword diagram was suppressed by the script and began to shrink unwillingly, eventually disappearing completely.

Immediately restored to more than a dozen forbidden symbols, sturdy affixed thereto.

All kinds of flavors on the instant sword diagram, nothing left, as if it were an ordinary picture.

Han Li saw this slight smile and grabbed it empty-handed.

The sword diagram “thumb” fell from the wall and fell into its hands.

The pale blue light flashed, and the painting immediately rolled itself into a drawing axis, and the flash disappeared.

Han Li exhaled lightly and felt relaxed.

I don't know if this 10,000 sword map is drawn by the owner of this place, but after a few brief glances, I can feel that the picture is truly unusual and seems to contain a mysterious cultivation method. It's like a sword, a powerful trick, and it's like some kind of mystery trick. But in the end, it naturally takes him to study it slowly in the future in order to arrive at an accurate conclusion.

Next, he walked up to the table, his sleeves swept down, and a roll of blue and xia flew out.

The jade boxes and the lids of the vials all flew away in the daylight.

Han Li frowned when he swept one of them.

Of the three jade boxes, there were several symbols, and the surface was inscribed with a complex and unusual silver tadpole, but the spirituality in them had long been exhausted, and it was useless. As for the two vials, which were empty, there were hidden remnants of the spirit fluid.

It appears that some sort of spirit liquid was originally stored in the two vials, but because they were not kept tightly, plus so many years later, they dried up.

Han Li thought slightly, but put those charms together.

These tokens are very different from the tokens in the Golden Jade Book that he understands, but it is worth studying to duplicate one or two.

Next, he searched the rest of the secret room again, but nothing was gained.

Han Li Er withdrew without saying anything.

The rest of the secret rooms, he hasn't let go, but they're usually the same as the ones in the front, all empty.

As he walked out of the last chamber, his footsteps kept flying away.

Shortly after, Han Li walked out of the entire palace, stood on the table outside the palace door, and glanced at the other two palaces and the mountain lane in front of the main palace, revealing the colour of silence on his face.

At this time, Ishikun and Yanagi should be at the top of the mountain soon!

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