A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

One of the two cultivates Buddhist divinity and the other cultivates Taoist kung fu. It is naturally impossible to speak together on this issue.

Han Li is mostly inclined to the views of the elderly on this issue. Now that he has embarked on the path of cultivation, naturally he will no longer consider the afterlife path, only the early road can be achieved.

The next time, Han Li slowly closed his eyes and settled on the edge of the giant pit.

And the debate between monks and the elderly will naturally be fruitless, and the same will eventually be closed.

Little by little, three days and three nights have passed, and the yellow fog in the giant pit has not changed at all.

On this day, Han Li's eyelids moved and opened his eyes.

After wanting to sweep at the bottom of the giant pit, he frowned slightly and opened his mouth:

“How long have you two Daoists been here? Is the day of the Huangxi Spirituality Robbery wrong? ”

“Don't worry, Han Daoyou, the Daoyou responsible for divination, but our famous Daoyou, a powerful man specializing in divinity, has a minimal chance of making mistakes. Me and Master Cicada have not been here long, they are more than ten days ahead of Brother Han. According to the concrete results of the divination, the stone spirit should have been robbed in the middle of the month. So it will never be long. Maybe something will happen in the next few days.” People said calmly in the dark rain.

“Looks like Han is in a hurry! Eh, this is...” Han Li just wanted to go back to the last two sentences, but suddenly his face changed into a silent outlet.

The other two listened to Han Li's words and suddenly glanced at him. The hope of death turned to the pit below, and a serious expression appeared on his face.

The yellow mist at the bottom of the pit began to roll up sharply, and a far more chilly smell emanated from it, allowing the lower stone walls to silently condense into a layer of milky yellow crystalline frost.

It looks weird and weird!

“Boom”, another thunderbolt in the air!

Han Lixin moved and looked up to the sky.

Only in the tens of thousands of heights from the mountain, the wind is raging, a dark cloud of ink quickly converges, rolling under, illusion into different shapes, at the same time emitting the sounds of arrays, it seems that countless lightning is breeding.

“Is this..." Han Li muttered and stopped.

“Haha, good, it was the Stone Spirit's heaven that snatched it, it will soon emerge from the Yellow Springs Fire. Master Cicada, let's get started!” When people saw the scene in the black rain, they laughed and moved, turning into a black-light emptying.

The monk on the other side, in a delightful colour, flung his big sleeve, also flew into the air.

Then, he saw two people reading words in their mouths, ten pointing to the surrounding bounce, one double-sleeved dance, one flag and one face-to-face disc, out of the dense and numb laser, instantly spread over the whole big pit, then wandered, hidden.

In the blink of an eye, an abnormally strict restraining array was arranged by the two of them together, and the restraining force spread over every inch of the mountain.

At this time, the black rain stopped in the hands and suddenly the figure slipped in the air.

Breaking voices out loud!

Countless black dots burst out of it, and a flashing, but thumping spontaneous burst open, turning into countless black wires disappearing.

On the other side, the Cicada monk shouted low, his palms flipped and an extra red bowl came out.

The pelvis was just a flip, and suddenly a phoenix sounded from it, and then three clusters of red fireballs were fired from it!

Each one is only the size of the head, but a little below the monk's finger, a loud windward swell, turning eyes into more than ten huge, and a clear hallucination once again into three giant birds of all-over red flame.

“Fire Phoenix! ”

At first sight, Han Li looked like these three giant birds, but couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and suddenly lost his voice.

“Oh, let Master Han smile. It's just three blazing birds with a hint of phoenix blood. How can you compare it to a real phoenix? The Stone Spirit has lived in the Yellow Springs Fire for so long, it should have been a very dark body. The breath of these three flamingo birds is quite subtle and should be useful to contain this spirit.” The Cicada monk smiled slightly.

“It turns out that if the breath weren't a little weak, the flamingo would be too similar to the rumoured phoenix.” After listening to the monk's explanation, Han Li shouted.

At this point, after not knowing how many black lights were sprayed from his body, the other side of the rain suddenly sprayed an open mouth and spit out a small black and purple gourd.

This gourd is only a few inches in size and the surface flashes a bit of mysterious silver light. After a single mouth, a clear blue crystal scorpion is sprayed from inside. However, it is about the size, but it has a pair of translucent wings on its back, which makes it look exquisite.

Next, the monks and the elderly did not rush to do better to the four spiritual beasts, and hid their shapes and breath.

At this moment, the clouds in the sky have covered the sky and dyed the entire sky into a black-pressed pan. Otherwise, a silver snake flashes every now and then, I'm afraid, at this time, the night is 10, and people will believe it.

“Brother Han, let me just back off the hill for a while! Master Cicada and I are going to use the treasure to clear the atmosphere that we have been waiting for here.” Han Li, still sitting at the edge of the giant pit, said with some apologies as he bowed his head in the black rain.

“This is the right thing to do! Each of these spirits is incredibly sensible. Without some advance arrangement, our presence would certainly not have been able to hide its senses.” Han Li stood up unintentionally, and as soon as his figure wandered, he disappeared into a green smoke.

The next moment, somewhere outside the mountain, the void fluctuated together, and Han's standing shape flashed out again, and his arms were suspended in the air.

The monks and the elderly are also welcome to see this situation. One hand flips, palms flash white, suddenly there is an extra crystalline bead, transparent and clear, it is incredibly cold.

On the black rain, the man's sleeve robe trembled, a group of blue light flew out, a circle, a blue feather fan appeared in the spiritual light.

The monk gently swayed the crystal sphere, and suddenly the surface of the crystal sphere fluttered with five-color symbols, and the white cold swept out.

At the same time, a treasure in front of him was single-handedly strangled in the dark rain.

The blue feather fan shuddered slightly and also seemed to flicker out several times in succession.

“Hoo-hoo," a green wind also gushed out of the fan, scattered, turned into a hurricane, interwoven with the power of the cold.

A blizzard swept the entire mountain, flooding everything with ice and snow.

Almost instantly, the whole mountain became white.

At this moment, after looking at each other in the black rain, after not knowing who said a word "walk”, his figure moved, and he and Han Li generally separated from the wind and snow, appeared in the void outside the mountain.

Both left a hint of the original stopover, which was quickly dispersed by a roll of wind and snow.

“Somebody use that thing! Depending on the weather conditions, Huang Soxi Ling appeared for a moment or three.” The monk looked up at the sky and said with a glance.

“Naturally, Holy Island asked me to take this treasure out, didn't it?” Man in the black rain hey hey smile, hands rubbing, a bunch of silver light burst out suddenly, a thick pile of silver wire mesh appeared silently.

“Go”

When the ugly old man shouted loudly, he pressed the silver net between his hands.

The silver glow rose in a roll and instantly turned into a large piece of silver mist, instantly masking the entire mountain beneath.

Then the old man single-handedly pinched, the mist became strangely faint, and eventually disappeared into obscurity.

“Oh, there's a silver roller net in there, and that stone spirit wants to walk out of the air, it's impossible. Best of all, the thunder robbery in the sky had no effect on the network. Even though the sorghum spirit sensed amazing again, it could not find the existence of the network.” The monk grinned.

“That's true. This thunder net is also a spiritual treasure that ranks well on the list of Chaos Spirits. If it wasn't for the big trip, Holy Island wouldn't have easily taken my husband off the island. But even though the air has been sealed, we can't let Stone Spirit escape back into the Fire. As soon as this spiritual robbery becomes weak, we wait for the Law Enforcement Ban to be activated and its return to the path to be broken. However, this law formation may not really stop Shi Ling. By then, Han Daoyou will have to help each other. Never let him break the ban and escape back to the ground. By the way, Brother Han, be careful with the illusion of this spirit.” The black feathers were heavily preached to Han Li.

“The two Daoists were assured that if they just stopped them from escaping, Han could still do one or two things.” The power of Han Li's self-sustaining mindset is not under the great multiplication, and naturally he does not believe in preaching.

“In that case, Han Daoyou won't have any problems. Just leave it to your husband and Master Tianzen to catch the spirit. ”

Seeing Han Li look so confident, people in the black rain, although a little uneasy in their hearts, naturally is not good enough to say anything anymore.

So the three of them negotiated a few more sentences, and the shape of their respective methods was also hidden.

In the blink of an eye, the whole mountain was silent except for the snowstorm, which was still whirring.

After a while, the wind and snow gradually stopped dissipating.

The whole mountain became a piece of crystalline snow white and blew out the strange cold of the formation.

At the same time, the dark clouds in the air condensed into a huge, dark vortex under slow rotation.

The myriad silver arcs hidden in the vortex are gathering together and gradually merging into an incredibly coarse silver thunder arc. At the same time, the original constant noise stopped, and the altitude became incredibly quiet, but a force far surpassed the previous oppression, but filled the void with the whole void and was increasingly driven by astonishment.

At the same time, the yellow mist in the giant pit slowly spins and also forms a small swirl.

At the center of the vortex, it was pitch-black, and from time to time a flesh-eyed white air seemed to emerge, and it seemed possible that a ghost could swoop out of it at any moment. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)