A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Shilun looked gloomy and stared at the direction of the tree without a word.

The result was a flash of green spirit behind the tree, and suddenly three strange monks appeared.

A beautiful man in a yellow Confucian robe, over thirty years old, and a little Taoist, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a black wooden sword on his back. The last, a young man wearing a blue robe with a blind face, but holding a silver charm in one hand and a small body in the other, was the girl named Baiguo.

Naturally, they are the three people in Han Li's line.

Coincidentally, the three of them had just arrived after a long journey.

Because they have arrived near Jiuxian Mountain and have been in a hurry for a short time, they intend to rest here for one night and go back to Jiafang City tomorrow.

Before the three of them started to rest, Shilun and other groups arrived in this remote place and performed a murderous treasure grab trick in front of them.

Such things are naturally more common in the spiritual world. But Shilun was a little too despicable not only to go against the opposite, but also to hold a young girl to threaten each other.

The two young people of the sea with a sense of righteousness could not be watched, and a scene of saving lives appeared so secretly.

And of course, they realized that there was an unpredictable “Brother Han” behind them.

If you don't, you won't have to worry about your life.

When they jumped out of anger, Han Li could only laugh and walk out together.

“Who are you? Don't worry about the business of our three brothers.” At first sight, Shilun saw that the two were merely foundational monks, and that the other was merely a mortal without power, holding a loose heart and restoring the gloomy menace.

“Organ Lingzi, you“ peach rigid Li Dynasty "is really interesting, you can directly replace the little girl with a broken puppet. But the last time we were in distress, how come we haven't seen you use it before? Are you going to keep your hands on it when your life is almost gone?” Major Hai Da's puncher Lingzi turned his eyes white, meaning to find the back account.

“Whoa! What do you mean, leave a hand. Your Peach Zodiac Lee Dynasty is easy to refine and drive. In the past, to refine this character, I almost lost all of my whole body to refine this one. As a result, he also found that his powers were insufficient and that he was not moving at all. We couldn't have saved this little girl if we hadn't handed it over to Brother Han for use.” The spiritual son of the vessel almost jumped up as a surrender.

“And this!” Under the sea, it looked unexpected.

The two people asked and answered, and the sparrow ignored Shilun's question, making his face look iron and green.

The other two brothers in black also saw the fierce glitter.

As for Han Li's arm, she placed Yu Girl on the ground beside her with a faint smile on her face.

White fruit, because he had just escaped from his death, still had some unsettled souls, just staring at Han Li and others, not knowing what to do.

“Do it, kill these three thieves!” Shilun's face sinks and finally comes out of his mouth with murderous words.

In his experience, although there were three more opponents, the only thing to pay attention to was the unspoken, late-building youth.

The other two, an early foundation-building, an ordinary mortal, plus a former middle-aged man, were just one more foundation-building middle-aged monk.

The three of them can all be masters of late foundation building, and by cultivation alone, they are able to compress each other.

Besides, he can make two companions so constrained by his own power, and naturally one or two very powerful killers are also a great threat to Brother Knightan.

In this way, he is naturally confident that he will defeat the few in front of him.

The only trouble is, I'm afraid it's somewhat unlikely if we want to exterminate them all.

After all, if the other party wants to escape, it is really unlikely that they will all be killed clean.

That's why he didn't do it at first, but wanted to stabilize Han Li in words first.

But Shilun did not commit this treasure grabbing and killing for the first time. As soon as he saw how many people could not be said to move, he ceased to fantasize about anything. Immediately, when the killing machine rose, he began to think of how to do it.

According to his mind, even if one or two people really ran away, they immediately left Jiuxian Mountain and avoided the wind for a moment.

What kind of high-ranking monks would actually hunt them down for something like this?

So the word "do it" just said, the black flag in my hand turned into a dozen black rays of laser as usual, but the target was not the three Koreans, but the middle-aged man nearby.

The other two brothers in black, two silver goats, one black spike shield, also turned into two silver lights and a black cloud, shooting hard at a middle-aged man.

These three often join forces against each other, and without discussing anything, they strike at the right time.

Their motives were obvious, and they joined forces to clean up the middle-aged man before slowly dealing with Han Li.

And the middle-aged man saw the situation, his face was white, his wrist trembled without thought, he released the yellow sword in his hand, and a sword screen circled around him and danced.

Then the other sleeve swung, and another slice of yellow sand flew out, turning it into a little starlight and drowning its shape.

“Boom Lung Lung Lung" cracking loud!

The sword screen was easily broken by three magic instruments, but fell on the little yellow sand and was taken down by a single strike.

At this point, it surprised the three Shiluns a little.

However, they immediately pushed the magic tool again, attacking the starlight that had become a little dim.

But at that time, Major Hai shouted loudly and suddenly stamped his foot.

“Boom” the ground slightly trembled, his figure came out like a crossbow and a flash appeared over the black monk who had driven Gingo.

Hai Da's hands swung together, and sometime he had an extra pair of golden gloves, his arms swinging down, dense and numb golden boxing shadow, stormy and rainy running down.

The boxing shadow has not yet fallen, an alarming momentum, first came down through the boxing shadow.

The black monks underneath were astonished. How could they have attacked a middle-aged man and rushed to change the law?

Two silver rainbows flash back in the distance, turning into a piece of silver light to protect themselves.

The next moment, the roar between the two came out, and the golden and silver light intertwined to submerge both people's forms.

But in the laughter of Major Hai, the golden fist shadow instantly magnified, as if it were a group of golden suns, and actually retreated the festival of silver light pressure.

“Spirituality, Body Refiner! ”

Another black monk on one side saw the situation, but his face changed, suddenly pounding a little black prick shield, looking like he wanted to clamp his hands against the sea Major.

But at this point, the distant organic spirit shook his head and sighed with a sigh, and mumbled with some sadness:

“What, you can hit one in two, that's a little shameful. I can't help it, although as the master of the view, there is some loss of identity with you, but for the sake of Major Hai, there is only one exception. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the little Taoist single-handedly shot a blue charm on him.

After a blue colour flashed away, the figure of the spiritual spirit vanished instantly.

But immediately, the same blue light flashed again over the black monk driving the shield.

The black monk, who is also an abnormal person with experience in the struggle against people, immediately discovered that the air situation was not right and did not rush the shield to help his companion, but directly turned into a running blue light of black clouds.

“Bang," the blue light was smashed as if it were a water mass, turning into countless blue light spots and disappearing.

But it was empty, and there was no sign of the Spirit.

“Bad”

The black monk called out, but was a little late and suddenly a light blue mist appeared behind him.

Then the sound of the breaking sky was loud and dozens of feet of blue ice cones lashed out.

Today, even though the black monk's powers far exceed those of the spirits, they cannot be prevented, and under the blue ice cone flashes, they reach the back of the monk.

But there was only a glimmer of black light, and a phantom appeared suddenly as if it were a black tiger.

The ice cone hit the top and was blocked at once by 89 out of 10, only a few of them actually hit Brother Black on the back.

Hit it with a slump, a few strands of blood gushing out of your body.

“Son of a bitch, I want your life!” The black monk was attacked and wounded by the organic spirits, and suddenly he was furious, suddenly his hands pinched, his sleeves under a drum, from which he flew several black ghosts, his mouth spitting yellow poison flame, and he pounded fiercely on the little Taoist priest.

When he saw the next jump, he hurried to move with one hand and grabbed the black wooden sword behind him into his hand. Then he pinched the knife with one hand, and the wooden sword ran in front of him with one finger.

Suddenly a blue light sprayed out of the tip of the sword, striking the black skulls with accuracy, but only slightly beating them, but not really hurting anything.

But the Spirit of the Device did not know what kind of trick it was practicing. Under the blue light flashing on its surface, it was like a fish in the water, hidden in the air. Even though the opponent was more than him, he could not do anything about it for a while.

Shilun's face was a little uglier than just now.

Though only two people did it, the level of difficulty seemed very unexpected.

Although he was confident that his two companions would eventually be able to take his opponents, he did not have that much time to wait.

Beyond his heart, he also ignored the dozen black rays surrounding the middle-aged man, flipped down with one hand, actually produced an extra blood-red leather bag, hidden in the buzzing sound.

But then, suddenly, a cold sound came from behind him:

“Oh, is it a spiritual worm, seemingly not low in rank? A founding monk can have such a spiritual worm, and you have some talent.” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)