A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

In the following time, Han Li and the three amalgamated monks truthfully discussed some training and meritorious knowledge, and after a full half-day, the profitable farewell departed.

The Holy Emperor of Heaven stood at the edge of the veterinary car, witnessing the disappearance of Han Lihua Qinghong in the distant sky, and gave a shout-out.

The convoy, which had stopped in the air, quickly moved on again.

“Wong Daoyou, Master Tianxia, what do you think?” As soon as the Holy Emperor of Heavenly Heaven sat on the throne, he asked for a few headless words.

“Very young! ”

“Very good! ”

After looking at each other from the lean old man and the monk, he spoke with one voice.

“Oh, Wong Daoyou's big dead eye body can see a person's true bone age. Very young, that's understandable. As for the good ones, it's time to listen to the master's more detailed comments. Cicada Daoyou's wisdom technique is one of the top three in our people, and I am sure he will not disappoint the emperor.” The Holy Emperor of Heaven said with a slight smile.

“Though this man has kept his breath very secret, the art of poor monk gazing is not judged by sentimental sensation to be strong and weak. According to the poor monk, this person's situation is not false in the early days of the union, but his body is strong but far beyond the ordinary early masters of the union. For a specific comparison, it should be nearly twice as powerful as the early Masters of the General Merger. In other words, this Han Daoyou, although only in the early stages of the merger, is not less powerful than the midterm existence of a poor monk.” The Cicada monks thought a little and said carefully and slowly.

“It seems that this Taoist cultivation technique has a special magic of spiritual amplification, otherwise it will not be. Generally, however, in this situation, the other masterpieces will be slightly weaker.” Tian Yuan, the Holy Emperor moved and nodded his head.

“If the Holy King thinks so, I'm afraid there's something wrong. In addition to being particularly powerful, I also saw some great spiritual light on this person. In addition to majoring in kung fu, this person also possesses at least three or four great magical powers. I'm afraid each is no worse than the ‘Jade Spirit Mystery' of a poor monk.” The monk shook his head with great solemnity.

“There is such a thing!” The Emperor of Heavenly Heaven has not yet said anything, but the thin old man has lost his voice.

“Although Han Daoyou's strength is somewhat unexpected, Huang Daoyou doesn't have to be so surprised. Is there anything else Daoist found?” The heavenly Emperor looked at the old man and asked calmly.

“The Holy King should know that besides being able to see directly through a man's bone age, the old man's dead-eye magic also reveals something to the flesh.” Yellow but bitterly laughed.

“Is there anything special about Korean Taoist flesh?” This time, the cicadas answered with impatience.

“Nothing special, just very powerful.” Yellow seemed to recall something, and the expression became a little strange.

“Very powerful? Is he stronger than His Majesty's flesh?” When the monk heard this, he laughed softly.

“Even if I can't compare it, I don't think it's going to suck too much.” After a muscle twitch on the old man's face, he said something that made the monk look much different.

“Is that true?”, the divine sight of the celestial Emperor flashed, also showing an unexpected expression.

“Impossible! Wong Daoyou, are you kidding me? His Majesty the Holiness is now based on Confucian kung fu, but he was a top refiner back then. Plus, after so many years of deliberate grinding, the physical strength may not be inferior to those of the demon kings. Though Han Daoyou did something on the body, how could he compare it to the Holy King?” The Cicada monk shook his head like a beam drum.

“Even if the old man's dead-eye law is somewhat wrong, the degree of physical strength of this man is definitely the second person the old man has seen, with the exception of the Holy King.” The lean old man hesitated for a moment and said with great certainty.

“But it's too...”

“Master Cicada doesn't have to doubt anything. Huang Daoyou's dead-eye magic has never been missed. Oh, the power is far beyond the same level, with several great powers, the strength of flesh cannot be less than that of the average demon king, and so young. If we can survive the magic shortly afterwards, I'm afraid we may not become less than the Emperor in the future. The former Holy Emperor waved his hand to interrupt the monks' words of doubt and his eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly caught in contemplation.

And the thin old man and monk heard the words, and looked at each other, they also revealed a thoughtful appearance.

At the same time, Han Li's luminous light was already 10,000 miles away and flew straight ahead into an abnormal green mountain range.

This hidden mountain range with nine sword-like swords straight up the mountain peak is naturally the Nine Immortals Mountain that is about to convene the Montblanc Convention.

But now within a thousand miles of the edge of the mountains, it's a restricted area.

Prior to the General Assembly, anyone entering the depths of the mountains, with the exception of some special "dignitaries”, was lightly and forcibly expelled, and heavily murdered.

As a result, the two ethnic groups of shemales who had arrived at the congress from far afield were mostly temporarily settled in the vicinity of Mount Nine Immortals or some other hills on the outskirts.

Yuehua Fairy was just a knot monk in the district, and naturally so.

Han Li left Major Haida and others, he planted a tracking spirit imprint in his body at will, but he was not afraid to find a few people.

Therefore, as Han Liguang approached the Nine Immortal Mountains, he suddenly changed direction and flew towards the other sky.

After the time it takes to eat a meal, the rainbow lashes down on a hill in a hilly area.

Green light converged and Han Li appeared in a small area of dense forest.

He looked up at the lush woods in front of him and smiled slightly, one sleeve trembling gently into the woods.

It just passed by a roll of blue and xia.

The forest suddenly became blurred and deformed, and a moment later, after a sound, it broke into pieces of light.

The forests that existed were completely deserted, but there were some desolate tall rock walls.

On the stone wall, a tall white stone door stood there.

Han Li did not speak, single-handedly flashed, a red flash came out, flashed away, did not enter the stone door and disappeared.

Then he stood calmly in place and stopped doing anything.

A moment later, Shimen's spiritual light flashed and suddenly slowly rose.

A series of people came out of it.

Yue Hua Fairy, Baihua and Hai Da Junior Spiritual Son are both inside. In addition to this, there is an old man with a tap crutch who walks in front of him, with white hair and wrinkles on his face, but is a shrinking monk.

This surprises Han Lili a little!

As soon as the old man saw Han Li, he glanced at him and immediately took the first two steps, offering a respectful and deep gift to Han Li:

“Senior Tan Aoya, bring the little man and see Senior Han! ”

Later Yuehua Fairy, after seeing Lao Xiao do this, also rushed to follow a gift.

As for the middle-aged man and Major Hai, the same prayer, just weird on the face, but hidden.

“You guys get up. Anything you need to say, let's go inside.” Han Li said lightly.

“Yes, the younger generations have prepared the spirit tea long ago, and hope that the younger generations do not dislike it!“ I dared to stand up and say after what was said in the old mouth.

Han Li nodded and said nothing more. As soon as he lifted his leg, he walked into the door.

A dry man naturally followed the back with respect.

A moment later, Han Li sat down in a clean stone.

Fairy Yuehua and others stood on both sides, while Major Hai and Lingzi still seemed some incredible “Brother Han” suddenly became "Senior Han", still sneaking at Korea from time to time,

Han Li turned a blind eye to both of them, but asked indifferently.

In a few short sentences, he also understood the origin of the old master.

Turns out the old man himself came from a medium sect ‘Jin Guangzong’ in Xuanbu, and is also one of the two elders of that sect.

Fairy Yuehua is her closing disciple, with good qualifications, and is often highly valued by the elderly.

White fruit is the granddaughter of the young woman and her only blood in the world, so the albinism and father and daughter can participate in the Marlboro Convention together with the old lady.

But it never occurred to a middle-aged man to sell a blood ginseng uploaded by his ancestors in exchange for some other psychotropic agent, Baiguoer, to protect himself from cold poison, but he mistook the trap of Nanshan Sanevil.

If I hadn't happened to meet Han Li three people, my father's and daughter's lives would be really difficult to protect.

Therefore, when Lao Zheng spoke here, he hastily asked Yuehua Fairy and Baihua to go forward and thank Han Li again for his help.

Han Li naturally waved his hand without having to show it.

“Although the younger generation usually rarely leaves the zongmen, I have also heard that a new advanced consortium of ethnic seniors emerged in the realm of Tianyuan. Their names and seniors are usually the same. I dare to ask if it is Senior Han," Lao Zheng asked carefully at the end.

Obviously, the reputation of the Combined Brothers is too great, even though the old man is still not very sure about Korean identity.

“Hey, I didn't expect Han's fame to spread quickly enough, even Brother Xuanwu knows that I exist.” Han Li smiled faintly and looked unacceptable.

“It turns out Senior Han is really here. Think about it, you can only be invited by the Holy King, and naturally you can only be a senior of the same rank.” The old man heard the words, and his face was full of joy.

With an ordinary monk in her district, it's usually impossible to make contact with a hybrid monk or anything. Naturally, it would be beneficial for both her Sect and herself to have some relationship with Han Li now.

So the old man below naturally grew more and more respectful.

But after Han glanced at him, he suddenly said something that surprised the people present:

“Why isn't the little girl named Gore here? Call her out. I want to see it again. ”

As soon as Han Li said this, the old men looked at each other in disdain. Fairy Yue Hua asked carefully in his heart:

“Senpai Han, Gor had a sudden cold poison attack after returning, now he is resting in the back, can Senpai wait a moment or two. In a few moments, the concubine will take her out to see her senior. ”

“So that's it. I don't have to wait. Show me the girl. Han came to you this time, mostly for this little girl.” Han Li smiled slightly and stood up. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)