A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

But now he, too, consumes most of his powers, and his power is reduced to the extreme, even though this place is still above the battlefield, lifting his hand and releasing a yellow futon plate knee to sit on.

Han Li's hands pinched the technique, and this closed purpose luck breathed.

The dandrugs that I just took, although the explosives that they avoided were dangerous, naturally couldn't all be refined and absorbed in such a hurry, accumulating a terrible amount of medicine in my body.

Without timely forced repression, the consequences would naturally be unthinkable.

Fortunately, there was law formation protection around him, and the Leopard Lin Beast flashed, and reappeared beside him to initiate it. For a moment, there was no need to worry about any accidental interference.

After a little while, Han Stand appeared a layer of golden light and Xia, and slowly fluctuated uncertainly.

Han Li, in one of them, became a golden god of war for a moment.

All of a sudden his hands changed and his fingers bounced off his chest like wheels.

The sound of a broken sky, a dozen slim silver threads flashed and disappeared

It was just a dozen thin silver needles that he applied to bounce into his body, using the power of secret surgery to lock some of the important points in the meridians.

Then one sleeve trembled, and a dozen different colors of wax flew out, one circled, and lasered out at Han Stand.

“Poop” a few!

These figurines opened into a burst of flames of light, and then turned into more than a dozen big figurines of figurines, and a flashing body disappeared.

Han Li groaned, his face dimly golden light rolled, his breath slightly increased, and instantly restored stability.

A moment later, he spits a light breath and finally opens his eyes.

“It was suppressed for the time being, and I don't know what happened on the other side. Don't let anything happen to the two of them.” Han Li put the futon away, stood up and whispered two words,

eyes flashed and he swept in some direction.

If there is no mistake, the two Kim Yue Zen masters should still be fighting hard against the blood Saint Joe incarnate.

After Han Li slightly sighed, when he was about to make other moves, suddenly the sky suddenly trembled violently, and then the landslide burst loudly!

The sky and surrounding light screen instantly split in inches, and the entire space law array was forcibly smashed apart by the use of Mo Dasheng.

Thirty-six men slim and fall, flashing out of the void, or spraying blood from their mouths, or bursting their limbs by themselves, and the array apparatus in front of them collapsed in the emptiness under reverse phage.

Han Li's face slightly changed and his eyes glanced at a spot nearby that suddenly revealed itself.

There's a giant, crystalline, blood-red skeleton roaring over there.

The giant skull is more than 100 feet tall and looks like three heads and six arms, each holding a black stick loaded weapon.

The six demons swung down together, causing an array of demonic winds, and countless knife guns burst out of the dark air.

At the top of the skull, the blood robe boy pinched his hand and stood there with a big black print, his eyes closed, as if he was pushing the skull under him with all his might.

Opposite each other, the silver-haired old man and the golden master of Yue Zen look like a wolf.

A golden patch of a body, with an incredible bloody fingerprint on the chest, more than half a foot deep, as if half the ribs had been counted as powder, but a slight trace of blood had not been shed.

Another hair spreads down with an unusually pale face, a seven-color feather fan in his hand and a glowing glow.

There are several treasures dancing around in front of them, turned into layers of light to protect themselves, but under the impact of the demonic wind, they are shaken, flashing, and can no longer be sustained at any time.

This bloody skull actually possesses such terrible power, and it is clear that the space ban just now was forcibly broken.

Han Li looked at all of this slightly.

This last blood Saint Joe's incarnation appears to be much more powerful than he expected.

But he had no expression on his face, just a slight palm movement in his sleeve.

Suddenly faint spirit light flashed, one thing caught in the palm of the hand by five fingers.

The disappearance of the ban naturally made it clear to all three people who were still fighting over there that Han Li was on his side.

The three look very different.

Both the silver-haired elderly and the golden Vietnamese were surprised, while the blood-bottomed teenager showed an uncertain expression.

You know, it's only a short time away from them and the Han Li Demon Big Man. But now Han Li 'an is standing there safely, while the demon man's disappeared in the sky.

The bloodrobe teenager knew that the Demon Big Man was amazing. Even if he did it himself, he didn't have the certainty to kill him. Nature would never believe that Han Li could kill the Demon Big Man in such a short time. His eyes flashed and swept back and forth.

“Han Daoyou, do it quickly. Together, we fight this feud. Hey, Daoist's aura has become so weak. Not good...”

The young man in the robe over there thought of sweeping a few times to Han Li's side. After not sensing the aura of the demonic hero, the blood skeleton suddenly changed the direction of the demon in his hand and stormed out into the void where Han Li was located.

A demonic wind roared out, the black wind rolled in, the cold light sparkled, there were about a thousand illusory knife guns and other demon sharp blades.

Apparently, this incarnation of Saint Joe also found Han Li's breath weakened, his heart maliciously together, regardless of whether the 3721 hit Han Li hard.

With the alarming momentum generated by this wave of attacks, Han Li is not an easy thing to do now.

But his face had no intention of panicking at all, just throwing something out of his sleeve.

After a whimpering monster whistle, a pitch-black ring was thrown out and countless golden flowers gushed out of it.

These golden flowers drip around in mid-air, turning into a fist-sized golden beetle in a burgeoning twinkle.

Tens of thousands.

Each one is golden and brilliant, unusually shaped, just like those mature phagocytes.

Although Han Li's physical strength is greatly insufficient, his mind is strong but not diminished, so at this moment, it is still more than enough to provoke these phage worms.

These phages, under the auspices of their ruling, suddenly buzzed into a cloud of gold blocked Han from standing.

Then Han Li's finger was emptied a little, and the golden cloud fog stirred, and turned into a golden giant shield.

At this point, the distant demonic wind wrapped itself under a roll and impacted the shield with countless sharp edges.

“Boom Boom Boom" is a series of loud sounds, and the surface of the shield bursts into a sound array, which itself is like gold soup. The seemingly aggressive demonic wind was completely blocked by the raw.

The young man in the blood robe in the distance saw this situation, his face slightly changed, but in the future and what kind of magic trick to apply, Han Li across the street whispered a low drink, raised his hand to his side a little, spit a “go” word.

“Bang" sound!

The golden shield dissolved and opened. Tens of thousands of beetles burst out of the buzzing laser, turning into a roll of golden clouds. After a few rolls, it reached the front of the bloody skull.

“No, it's the golden bugs! ”

Blood robe teenager's eyes swept through the insect herd for a few moments, then remembered what, his face suddenly growled loudly.

Then the skull danced the demon soldier in his hand a few times before throwing it hard, a flashing straight-up bug cloud turned into six black pythons.

As for the bloodrobe teenager himself, his feet panicked and stepped on the skull, and the bloody wind caught him with the skull, rolling away quickly.

loud rumbling sounds.

Six black pythons plunged into the golden worm cloud, just a few flashes and vanished into thin air.

And the insect herd suddenly fainted into a giant golden eagle, with wings flashing, immediately turned into a large golden light, and at an incredible speed the bloodthirsty wind rushed down.

The silver-haired elderly and the golden Vietnamese master witnessed all this, and their faces were naturally a surprise after surprise.

“Use that thing, it's a good time!” The silver-haired old man suddenly yelled.

“The same is true of the poor monks.” The cold light flashed in Master Kim's eyes, so he didn't hesitate to agree to come down.

The two immediately exchanged their eyes and suddenly simultaneously doubled their palms, each carefully removed the half-way zimpa.

This zimpa coke yellow has some dirty inscriptions on the surface that appear to be shattering.

However, the elderly and monks attached great importance to what was in their hands. As soon as they had taken it out, they read the words simultaneously and suddenly sacrificed Jimpa in the direction of the escape of the blood robe juvenile.

The two groups of grey light rose empty, and after a circle in the air, they gathered in the middle, and merged into a gray Tai Chi map, and blinked in the air.

The sky is a darkness, and countless dark clouds appear instantly in the air, with a thundering sound, a cloud mist one half, a Tai Chi phantom as if it were a small city falling from the sky, at once covering all the places a thousand acres below.

Whether it is the young man in the blood robe who is lashing away, or the other demons in the battlefield who are in the shadow, he feels a heavy body and slowly stagnates for it.

Such restrictions, however, are not worth mentioning to those of the ranks of the exorcism, who, although shocked by their hearts, bear nothing if they mention the power in their bodies.

As for the blood-bottomed teenager, far below a roll of nearby blood wind, he rolled away unabated.

But at this moment, the silver-haired old man and the golden Vietnamese Zen master both put a little weight on their hands and read words at the same time.

Deep spells echo across the battlefield.

The next moment, the huge Tai Chi fiction flashed suddenly, and the shrinkage centered on the blood robe teenager fell to the size of an acre.

Countless five-color runes emerged from it, and Tai Chi's fiction became dazzling, as if it had been completely luminous. (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.)