A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Only the sound of the Sanskrit sounded loud, countless silver words emerged from the net, but instantly the illusion of the big star fell straight down.

loud rumbling sounds coming!

Everything within a dozen miles was completely submerged by dazzling silver light.

Heaven and Earth in the void are once more fierce, creating a straight gray hurricane in the sky that involves everything nearby and stirs it to pieces.

In the silver mesh, from time to time, there is an alarming burst, but the real situation is so harsh that it cannot be seen clearly.

The young man in the golden robe, controlling the entire mesh with one hand, suspended at high altitude behind his back with one hand upside down, seemed not to worry at all about the escape of the three Holy Spirits and looked extremely relaxed.

The loud noise in the silver mesh gradually diminished and eventually became silent after a full cup of tea.

When the young man's eyes moved and his mind swept down, a slight smile suddenly appeared on his face. He grabbed the palm of the giant silver net and pulled it back and forth.

“Pup”!

The giant silver mesh is instantly shattered.

Hurricanes, silver lights and other things flash, vanish into thin air without a trace, as if everything was just a phantom.

But the huge mountain peak, which was already high below, was half a dozen smaller than it had been before.

Among the ruins at the top of the shattered mountain, there are three things that emit a faint light, suspended quietly at low altitudes.

A silver-colored ancient mirror, a half-cut bamboo of more than a dozen lengths, and a green light ball.

The young man in the golden robe saw these three things, his face flashed with joy and his sleeves flushed down.

A piece of silver flew out, emptying three things, and flashing a few times, it fell into the hands of the youth.

“It's really good. Just erase the wisdom and take it back to the sacrifice and refine it. These three treasures can barely be used.” The young man in the golden robe carefully identified something in his hand and muttered a few words with a hint of satisfaction on his face.

“But these things alone are not enough, if you get a few more pieces, I can barely do a few points. However, I heard that this Ling people, General Han, also seems to have a great multiplication in town. In my current situation, it takes a lot of work.” After the young man had put away his things, he spoke to himself slightly more than once.

After a moment of uncertain change in his face, he suddenly snorted cold and made a decision, and then his body surface gold flashed and turned into a dazzling golden light breaking away.

Near the ruined mountain became empty for a moment, and there were no more active people, and everything appeared to be silent.

But just about half an hour after the youth left, the mountain suddenly buzzed and a red light came out of a pile of rocks.

This light group is only fist-sized, one flashing and parked in mid-air, with a crystalline purple eye-shaped object.

After a few dripping spins in the air, the eyeballs stared at the young man in the golden robe and walked away and stopped moving.

The object was clearly a manipulative instrument and was hidden from the ears and eyes of the young man in the golden robe.

The purple eyeballs suddenly spinned and then flashed blindly, but without a sound.

Makes it all seem weird and weird.

Almost the same time, in a golden palace in the clouds, not knowing how far from here, an elderly man with a hairy child sitting in a dark wooden chair staring at a white crystal sphere suspended in front of him with an abnormally gloomy face.

On the surface of the crystalline sphere, a slowly changing image of the Golden Robe youth defeating the three great Holy Spirits and hiding some voices of speech.

When Old Ong heard the youth say the word "Ling Nuo”, his face suddenly changed counting, but his eyes flashed, but he immediately recovered.

But as the crystal ball scene changed, showing the silver mesh released by the young man in the golden robe, the old man stood up from the chair and shouted:

“Psychic Skynet! It turns out to be this thing. Impossible, even a true Immortal World descendant cannot bring down such a thing. ”

The old man was obviously not a normal person, but when he said the words "Spirit Skynet”, his face could not help but distort with resentment.

“No, it's just a fake. Otherwise, under this restraint, how can it take so long to break up their three phantom bodies? Not bad, it shouldn't be really Spirit Skynet! ”

After Old Ong looked at everything that was going on behind him, he discovered something again. He relaxed a lot for it and walked back and forth in the room with his hands upside down.

“But even if it is a counterfeit, it seems to be capable of restraining the magic of our spiritual clan and cannot be underestimated. This man, whether or not he really came from the Real Immortal Realm, must not be allowed to leave our spiritual clan half a step alive, since he has such a thing in his hand. But if the immortal realm is really here, it is unlikely that they will want to destroy it completely. Seems to be the only way to use that thing to completely suppress this man.” After walking several times, he stopped and spoke to himself in a shady tone.

Then Old Ong turned and sat back on the chair and thought about the bitterness of his eyes.

……

Among the people, in a mountain range where the city of Al-Quds and the city of Tianyuan control the territorial boundary, a rainbow appeared hidden in the air, lasered and flew, a few flashes away hundreds of distances.

The speed is simply amazing.

Suddenly the direction of the green light changed, and suddenly it leaned downwards into a hidden valley.

Just a flash, the green light appeared abruptly on the side of an ash-white boulder below, and then the light converged, revealing a robe man.

The man looked ordinary and young, but he looked like he was over twenty years old, but his face didn't have to be intimate. He should have stayed in Han Li in Tianyuan City.

For some reason, he appeared in such a place at this time.

Han Li's eyes faded towards the neighborhood, then suddenly his eyes gazed at a seemingly ordinary giant tree nearby, and his eyes didn't turn.

“Hee-hee, it's a good eye. The concubine knew that this little skill could not be hidden from Han Daoyou's purpose.” A delightful woman's laugh came out of the giant tree, and then the whole tree blurred and turned into a number of tall yellow jackets in the twist.

And beside Dahan, there was a beautiful girl in a five-color feather coat, and she was smiling and measuring Han Li, but there was an obvious look in her eyes.

“Turns out it was Leaf Fairy. I don't know how long he's been here. I'm polite.” Han glanced at the other party with a smile and a fist.

This woman is the ancestor of the Ye family of the Lingshi family. Han Li had met once at a party in the Wan Lingtai, and her divinity was unpredictable and seemed not to be under the ancestors of the Lingshi family.

Hence Han Li dared not be lazy.

“Even though the concubine came a few hours early, she wanted to make a small joke with this new-held yellow towel puppet and the Daoyou, but Brother Han saw it at a glance. Looks like this puppet refined has some problems.” The maiden in the feathercoat laughed softly and patted the big man in the yellow coat with a jade hand. The void of "bang bang” was heard.

This looks like a real man, a refined Humanoid Puppet.

“Ye Fairy joked. This puppet doesn't have any blossoms on top of change, but how can he hide it from you and me?” Han Li replied with a smile.

“If it's any other puppet, it's possible, but this puppet is from the hands of an old man in Kitani, who can give me a chest slap to make sure that the puppet's illusion technique is likely to be deceived by even the Combined Brothers. But I didn't expect to use it for the first time against other Daoists, so I didn't build a success. Looks like he's exaggerating too. However, in contrast, what happened at the late stage of the advanced amalgamation of Han Daoyou seems to be true, not a blackmail!” The maiden blinked and smiled.

“Han encountered a number of opportunities in the previous years, and was fortunate to have advanced to the later realms, but how the true divinity can be compared to such deeply rooted Daoists as Ye Fairy.” Han Li slightly coughed and looked unacceptable.

“Hmm, Han Daoyou dared to fool me with such words. I have heard that even the incarnation of the Demonic Saint Joe and another Late Demon Venerable fell into your hands simultaneously in the First World War. So intelligent, what else can be compared to a concubine? That's too false.” The maiden in the feathercoat turned her eyes when she heard the words and said in a white-eyed manner.

“It's just exaggeration. One of Han's battles can kill those two demons, mainly with the help of other Daoists. Otherwise, there is no such mastery in the late advanced realm.” Han Li played a haha, vaguely coping with the past.

“Huh, you think I'll believe that?” The maiden in plumage leaves her mouth open and looks like she doesn't believe it at all.

Han Li smiled without saying a word.

When the girl saw Han Li, she didn't want to say anything more. She stopped really asking. After putting away the yellow towel puppet with a slap on her palm, she shouted at Han Li and said:

“When I met Brother Han on that day, Daoyou was only just in the advanced merger realm, but now, hundreds of years later, the district advanced to the later realm. Such an incredible rate of advancement would be a little sinister. If it weren't for the time of the Magic Robbery, I'm afraid the Holy Island Messenger would have found Brother Han and invited you to join him. ‘

“Well, Han has heard a bit about it. Heard that the purest spiritual veins of both communities have been transplanted over the Holy Island, but also stockpiled countless rare materials and potions, which would indeed benefit greatly if added.” Han Li heard that she didn't know what the woman meant, but replied in a toned voice.

“Does Brother Han know whether the Holy Island itself is a half-hearted treasure or the last place we will use to continue our bloodline?” The maiden of the feathercoat was full of colour and said slowly. (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.)