A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The Sanskrit Phase did not condense the gold body, but each of the six arms was strangled, the two faces were clear, the head and lips slightly moved, what was in the meditation.

A moment later, the Sanskrit sounds of the array, echoed in the Chamber of Secrets.

At the same time, the golden light flowed on the Korean facade, and a piece of golden scales emerged as the skin on the surface peristallized.

It is evident that the Brahma Sacred True Devil Art has reached its ultimate performance.

Nine silver disks floating around, under a slight tremor, also began to dazzle and echo.

This voice echoes the echoes of the Sanskrit in the secret chamber, which seamlessly merges into one another. There is no place to punch each other in the ear, as if it were originally from the same source.

“Pfft." “Pfft.” Behind Han Li and Sanskrit, A golden halo appeared on each side.

The halo behind the law phase is significantly larger than the lower circle, but the degree of thickness is much larger than the halo below.

Han Li's mouth whispered, and the law in his hand changed.

Two golden halos slipped down and countless golden symbols burst out of the center of the halo, each golden and brilliant.

If you look closely, you can see that all these inscriptions are golden.

As if summoned by Jin Qiwen, nine silver disks also mutated.

In the buzz, a fist-sized silver symbol flies out of the basin and lashes out in a golden halo.

These silver runes are distinguished by silver tadpoles.

In the blink of an eye, both golden and silver colored spiritual texts appear in halos at the same time, and more and more, and moments later they are everywhere.

But there are still plenty of characters that keep popping up and crazily pouring into it.

Han stood still, but his expressionless face revealed the colour of his energy, and became slightly more obvious as the inscription in the halo increased.

After a little while, Han Li glanced at the bell and drank like a thunder from a clear sky.

Suddenly, nine silver discs burst in a sharp burst, disappearing without a trace.

The golden halo behind Han Li also spins wildly and diminishes in obscurity, with gold and silver characters shrinking in the same way.

As a result, only a few respiratory kung fu, thousands of symbols eventually became rice grain sized.

The golden halo itself turns into a golden-sized weird light ball.

Another golden halo at height, inspired by the Sanskrit Phase, also slowly descended into another golden light sphere.

Then the light flashed and the giant law phase flashed away.

As a result, Han stands with only two light balls floating gently.

Han Li, his face is abnormally clotted, one finger pounding gently on both.

Two golden glow spheres flashed after the sound of a twitch and disappeared into his eyebrow.

The next moment, Han Li's forehead began to emerge with bean-sized sweat beads, his torso burst into a circle, his limb skin also trembled, and a thick burst burst burst from the scale.

It was as if something was rampant in Korean 3D, giving him a painful look on his face.

After a while, Han Li's whole head flashed, suddenly wrapped in a layer of purple gold, and suddenly shrinking indefinitely.

On the face, there are some gold and silver characters that appear, disappear for a while, as if something wanted to escape from them, but were forced back.

It looks incredibly weird.

Han Li closed his eyes at this time, the two methods of deciding the wheel constantly changing, as if he was desperately trying to motivate something, making the golden light of the body suddenly and blindly flicker...

At the same time, over the mountain peak where the cave was situated, there was an astonishing sight.

Originally the blue sky of Millennial Cloud, suddenly the wind made a big scene.

Then the whole sky was darkened and a large cloud emerged, turning the sky over a hundred miles into a pan-bottomed pitch black.

The raging wind was suddenly one of a kind, with a cold stream gushing from nowhere and raging in the clouds.

After a wave of fist-sized blue hail fell, heavy snowfall fell from the air.

After a few moments of work, the area became ice and snow, gleaming like a glacial land of extreme cold.

Heavy snow hasn't stopped completely, and a hot, dry hurricane is rolling out in the clouds.

The clouds, which were so thick, were being blown apart, and a ray of sunlight fell in an instant.

At this time, whoever is on the mountain peak can't help but suck in a breath of cold air when they see the sky now.

Now, at noon, a few suns were supposed to emerge at the same time. At this moment, only one is still shining, and the rest of the sun disappears all at once.

And the only remaining sun, hidden in a golden yellow colour, and the blue sky sometime turned into a pale silver colour.

With gold and silver, the whole area is in another mysterious world.

But if one breath flies hundreds of miles from the mountain peak where Han Li is, one can see that the astonishing weather fades a little.

Once you fly 300 miles out of the white misty sea, the sky is still lined with several proud suns, and the sky is as blue as it was in the beginning, except for the light silver gleaming over the fog sea.

Instead, the noise of "Boom Lung" coming from the same direction caused many monks around them to fly out of the cave with alarm.

They either stood on the hill or drove the treasure directly to the sky, all looking toward the fog sea, a colour of suspicion on their faces.

Over a mountain peak just over a decade from the fog sea, more than a dozen people floated at a height of more than a thousand husbands, looking equally at the fog sea in the distance.

A brilliant white robe man, in his thirties, but apparently far above the others, stomping on a giant white sword in front of him.

The remaining dozen men, women and children were slightly backward and looked at the white man with great respect.

“Is it true that this man arrived at Asahi Peak three days ago?” When the white man's face was discolored, he didn't ask back.

“Uncle Qiu, this man came to Asahi Peak three days ago and at the same time expelled all the nearby monks with the power of mighty mindfulness. My nephew and grandson had a late Yuan Baby friend who was also in the area. It is said that under the power of that mindset, it is impossible to stand at all. The power is suppressed on the spot and cannot be turned at all. This is why the giant dares not to resist and leave.” An old man who needed to be white bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

“Oh, the power of pure mindfulness can completely suppress a former Baby Brother in the Zone, which I barely do, despite some difficulties. But at the same time, pressing down a dozen cave monks at the same time, this is by no means what a fictitious monk can do. It is unlikely that even a master of fiction will succeed.” The white robe was a bit strange, he said slowly.

“What uncle means is that this senior is a merger!” The white-haired old man's face changed dramatically and lost his voice.

Others heard that they were similarly frightened and sucked in a breath of cold air.

“It should be very possible, in terms of the power of divinity alone. But it doesn't exclude this person from using the power of any treasure, or from practicing what is a particularly powerful myth.” The white man, after a slight indulgence, did not say with much certainty.

“Turns out so!” The white-haired old man had a slight relaxation in his heart, and seemed to think it was acceptable to say one or two.

“Hmm, that's just my guess. Even if this person is not a Combined Brother, it must have existed during the period of purification, and eighty-nine of them have practiced to the great realm of completion. Don't mess with this guy. For such a high-ranking existence, our true spiritual family will only strive to be good, and will never be evil.” The man in the white robe looked heavy, coldly commanded.

“How dare my nephew to piss off this senior? If my uncle hadn't passed by, my nephew and grandson would have even moved out of the place immediately to find another place for the family.” The old man with white hair laughed bitterly.

“Move away! That's not necessary. Since this person had initially expelled others with mere meditation, he seemed to be only a bit overbearing and not a harsh person. And looking at the celestial elephant in front of him, this man borrowed this place to cultivate some great magic, and he didn't have any other plans. Since it was chosen as a remote area, it should be a non-belonging bulwark. If we can pull into the family to hold the position of Elder General Guest, it will be enough to greatly increase the strength of the Valley family. In that case, I'd rather stay with you for a while and see if I can get this person handed over first.” That's what the white man said when his eyes flashed.

“It is a great honor for me to wait for my uncle to stay with my nephew for a while.” The white-haired old man was overjoyed.

His uncle was a vain early existence, and during the period of temporarily staying in their cave, random pointing at them was enough to greatly benefit their brothers.

After all, he is only a late Yuan Baby Cultivator as a step-by-step branch of the Tani family.

The white robe man was satisfied with the attitude of the elderly. After nodding his head, his eyes looked out over the fog sea in the distance. He could not help but think about what great divinity of the human race would present such a celestial phenomenon.

But the art of refining is a rare mystery of the true fairy world. Although this is a high-ranking presence of the true spiritual family, after half a day of reading, nature is still a fog water.

It's not surprising to see the weather here. Otherwise, the white man would have been so calm if he had been in the heart of the fog sea.

After all, some spiritual cultivation, although able to sense the heavens and the earth, only confuses some of the nearby heavens and the earth, and can never be as amazing as the art of refining.

But it is the heavenly elephant in front of us. It also makes people in white robes dare not look at Han Li as an ordinary monk, and their hearts are pulled together.

After a moment of sight, the distant weather no longer changed, and the white robe left a young man on the mountain peak, eventually returning with others to the cave at the foot of the mountain.

Other nearby monks who saw the weather were equally unlikely to keep watching long after they were horrified in their hearts, and most of them returned to the cave. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)