A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

In a mountain range, at the height of an unknown Grand Canyon, a seemingly ordinary white cloud floats gently.

In the clouds, two furry Jones hid in secret and spoke in a low voice about something.

“Brother, it has been more than a day since the violent tribes left. How come you haven't returned yet? There won't be any accidents!” A Jun with a mole on his forehead said to his companion with some apprehension.

“Accident? What an accident! Both fleeing Sky Clouds are devastated, and there are as many as four violent people to chase. There will be no problem. Most of them were Sky Clouds, who performed some sort of magic of motivational potential, so they spent a little more time.” Another Jun, dressed in a red armor, replied unexpectedly.

“Well, those two Sky Cloudmen are really proficient in some weird tricks, otherwise they wouldn't have gotten away with it.” The Jung people who spoke first seemed persuaded and nodded.

“However, the last part of the Kim's ruling in the secret cave actually requires several broad cold orders to lift the ban. What a surprise. As a result, we had to wait for the rest of the team to arrive. I don't know if two broad cold orders are really enough. Maybe three, maybe four. If that were the case, we would probably only get one piece of leftover work.” The Jung people in armor sighed.

“The prohibitions in the last part of the Golden Book differ considerably from the preceding parts and are clearly the most important. If this last word is really missing, even though this fairy realm law is magical, I'm afraid it's hard to cultivate. Unfortunately, we don't even know Kim Jong-woon. Otherwise, you can refer to the previous content first, and you can do the same in your mind.” The Molluscs also look a little depressed.

“Since it is the proverbial work of Kim, how can we easily give up? Trouble is, the nearest team to us is also four or five days away. If we really need more Guangdong, we may have to dry here for months. In that case, our original closed-door advanced plan could all be disrupted.” The Jung people in the armor, their faces were shaded a little.

“There is some trouble, indeed. But if this golden grammar is truly useful, it might make our whole family a bit stronger. In comparison, the rest is nothing.” The Bruises frowned and said slowly.

“That being said. But the Cold World is a great opportunity for us to enter the Holy Order. I don't want to miss this opportunity.” The Armoured Jones, some depressed, said.

“It's useless to say anything else now. We can only expect a few other teams to receive our message and send the order as soon as possible. It's a little weird to think about. For a long time, all of our communities have taken orders only as the keys to entering the cold world. Who would have thought. Some of the restrictions imposed on the world by this decree can also be of great use. In the future, we must return to the elders of the Yan clan and pay more attention to this matter when the cold realm opens in the future..."

Just like that, these two Jun people hid in the white clouds, and you said I was chatting.

But if you hear it outside the white cloud, you don't hear a word.

The clouds in which they hide are turned into some kind of subtle restraint. The two men, since they were guarded by the Jung tribe.

The two Jun did not know that, as they spoke, a myth could not be found, and were suspended above the white cloud at a height of more than a hundred feet, measuring the two without any hesitation.

Cloud-like restraint does not seem to block this person's eyes at all.

This is Han Li, who took a little over half a day to finally get here.

White Cloud Restriction is quite subtle, but Han Li relies on spiritual wisdom. It was also an early step to discover the existence of these two heterosexuals.

When far away, the body was emptied with too much clearing characters, and then slowly flew here.

By virtue of his powerful mindset far beyond the two people below, he naturally listened to the words of the two Minjung people.

He was relieved to learn that the Jun did not have a hand. But when the prohibition in the cave was heard, and a broad cold order was needed to break it, the divine color slightly changed.

But Han immediately remembered something and soon recovered.

His eyes flashed with a cold light and he glanced deeply at the bottom. His body moved and slowly drifted towards the lower canyon.

The following two heterosexuals have not discovered their existence so close, and if they do so intentionally, they can naturally be easily killed.

However, the thought that both of them may have their own cards or something, if they really want to destroy it, they will immediately shock the other Lung people in the secret hole, and that mind is removed.

After all, he didn't come here to kill people.

He had no intention of alarming the Jung people until he saw the golden scripture.

Han Lixing thought this way, people floating deep into the canyon dozens of deep, while the blue light flashed in his eyes and swept to both sides of the canyon.

He glanced at the stone wall somewhere.

The colour of the stone walls is light yellow and the surface is cracked with several stone lines, which appear to be extremely common.

But in Han Li's eyes, looking at it from a strange angle, these stone lines form a map of the North Fight Star.

With a glimmer of joy on his face, he went straight to the stone wall without hesitation.

“Pfft”!

The surface of the stone wall flashed with faint spiritual light, and the body did not get in at all.

As a result, the next moment, Han Li suddenly appeared in a wide and unusual channel.

On the four walls of the aisle, a fist-sized crystal stone is embedded with pale white light.

And dozens of lengths ahead, a half-open green wooden door was erected.

More than twenty feet tall, the surface pit depressed, and the corner was missing a part, a pair that was forced open by brute force.

Han Li looked at the door and couldn't help but squint.

At the edge of this magnificent blue door, the golden glitter is engraved with some pale golden symbols. Though most of them appeared incomplete, he recognized at first glance that it was Jin Ling Wen.

On both sides of the gate, one black and the other white, two Jong people dressed in robes sat there with a slightly closed disc knee.

These two Jung people, although equally covered in fur, one white as snow and one dark as ink, look really weird!

This Jong clan was cautious and manned here as well.

Han Li looked at the wide gap between the Black and White Jones and couldn't help but frown once again.

Even though he is confident in the clear character of Tai Yi and has made great progress, and the magic after the virtualization is far from comparable in the early days of the purification, it is really very important to penetrate right next to the two people from the middle, and take some risks. But there is no 10% certainty that these two and their own ranks will not be spooked.

However, Han Li did not hesitate for too long. After taking a deep breath, he passed silently towards the huge green door.

Now that he's here, it's impossible for him to turn back. Big deal. I really impressed them, so I immediately killed them and broke in.

Naturally, this is not a good idea, but it is the only way to do it.

Though there are many people of the Jung clan here, if he fought, he was not really afraid of much.

The only constraint is fear that the Jung people's dog will jump under the wall and destroy the golden script in the hole.

Then his loss will be irreparable.

After all, such fairy realm secrets, even without a few golden scriptures in the district, may prevent them from successfully cultivating the refining magic.

The likelihood is, of course, low.

If he is quick enough, even if he uses Xuantian Leftover Blade and Phage Worm, there is still a good chance that he will not give the Cao Zhongrong people a chance to kill them separately.

Han Lixin took the profit and loss, and instantly weighed a clear balance before flying directly to the two Jun tribes in black and white.

30, 20, 10...

Han Li's fictional body quickly came to the middle of the Black and White Jun people.

At this moment, the black Jong people suddenly moved their eyelids and opened their eyes.

Han Li's heart was full, but his figure immediately stopped in place, and he stopped moving any more.

“What did Daoist find?” The White Mao Jun people sitting opposite each other felt the behavior of the opposite companion. They also opened their eyes, sweeping next, and asked somewhat confused.

Instead of answering anything, the Kuroku people released their minds and swept past Han Li's avatar, sweeping the entire channel in front of them again and again.

“Nothing, the mood just suddenly felt a little different, it just seemed to be my illusion. After all, I've been feeling a little uneasy lately, and I don't know why.” The Pak Kuro-jung said slowly.

“Turns out so. It is not surprising, however, that the same has happened to my husband since he entered the cold world. Most of these days, you and I have been so tight that this is unusual.” The Xuebaijun laughed and said so.

“Maybe that's true.” The Pink Black Jones thought a little, brows slightly wrinkled.

But just the next moment, he suddenly ran on his sleeves, a piece of silver wire came out of it, and the dense and numb silver flashed, covering all the front passages.

Han Li saw the situation, his pupils suddenly shrunk, but he stood motionless in place. He let those silver wires hit his body.

Weird scene appeared!

After a “snap” sound, the silver wire flashed and passed through a hole in Han Li's phantom body, striking the ground and revealing its original shape.

The cold light glittered, not into the ground for most of the cut, but it was an inch-long cow hair and silver needle.

The two Jung people looked at the empty passage, gleaming and expressionless! (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)