A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“As far as I know, there is a unique rare Warcraft, the Eight Foot Lizard, in the Mirage Desert. Although they cannot fly, such warcraft can act like wind in the desert, saving nearly half the time if they can find several generations.” Thousand Autumn Virgin said slowly.

“Now that there is such a warcraft, then take the last route and consider it. After all, the route is much more stable than the sea, but it only takes a relatively long time.” The maiden in the plumage listened and said thoughtfully.

“Ye Fairy thought this over too simply. The nucleus and the fleshbones of the eight-legged lizard are of great value in themselves. After so many years of continuous hunting, this beast is about to be wiped out. Even with some residual octopus lizards, they are either hidden deep in the desert or secretly kept by several local demonic forces. If it's just one or two ends, we might have another way. But it's almost impossible for everyone to find one.” Thousand Autumn Virgin sighed and gave a helpless expression.

“Since such lizards are so scarce, can we replace them with other spiritual or warcraft? I have a couple of spiritual beasts in my hand who are also good at running on land.” The maiden in the plumage's eyes turned slightly, suggesting.

“The sandstorm desert is more repressive on animals. Ordinary animals can quickly become clumsy and useless to enter the desert even if they are more agile in their usual actions. Only warcraft that already live in the Mirage Desert will be unaffected. Of these beasts, the eight-legged lizard is the fastest. A little bit of other warcraft, not even half as fast.” Thousand Autumn Virgin frowned and said so.

The maiden in the feathercoat heard that the natural path was disappointed.

When Han Li heard about it, his face flashed with a strange expression.

This woman really knows so much about the demonic world, it seems that these spiritual tribes have made no less preparations in advance than the Xiaojia family. Perhaps even more thorough knowledge of the places and forces of the demonic world than that of the House of Lords. Otherwise, the ancestors did not know about the Eight-Footed Lizard.

“If you really want to get all eight lizards together, there's no way. All you have to do is uproot those great demonic powers and rob the lizards. Together, it is not difficult to do this.” The elder Hui next to the ancestors of the Qianjia family said with a grin.

“With our strength, we naturally don't have to fear anything but the Demonic Saint Joe. But in this way, the movement is too big, and it is easy to attract the attention of the demonic strong. If they follow us, or use the transmission array to intercept us directly on the other end of the Mirage Desert, we're in big trouble!” The ancestors thought about it and shook their heads and said.

“That's true. But what kind of conflict do we have with these great demonic powers, we can try to steal these lizards, or we can swap other things from them to them. Even though these beasts are rare, aren't they afraid to make a deal of equal value with us?” Old Confucian Tibetans say otherwise.

“I feel safer walking through the Mirage Desert!” The Golden Drum Elder of the Spirit Nation just said a brief word.

“I agree with Brother Lin that it would be more feasible to go by sea. After all, it took too long to walk through the Mirage Desert, and those eight-legged lizards didn't know if they could really make it.” The maiden in the plumage pondered the matter, but agreed with the man in question.

Others, on the other hand, were silent, carefully measuring the pros and cons, and did not readily express their views.

“Han Daoyou, which route do you prefer now?” Ancestor Xiaojia turned to Han Li after his eyes changed for a moment.

“Before answering, Han would like to ask Brother Luo, how many days, months or years does it take us to reach the tsunami desert?” Han Li was silent for a moment, so he didn't panic and ask.

“Years? It doesn't need to be that long. From the Mirage Desert, it takes more than a year to get there. This is, of course, without any delay on our journey. Brother Han, why do you ask?” The ancestors asked unexpectedly.

“If judged by the level of risk, I still naturally tend to walk through the tsunami desert. But if you can't get enough of an eight-legged lizard, it's taking too long, and it's a little less than walking by sea. After all, more than a decade by sea. Saving so much time is enough to offset the relative risk. So Han means, I may want to combine the two.” Han Li said.

“How do you balance that?” The Virgin of Chiaku asked with some thoughtfulness.

“We can go down the hallucinogenic desert route, wait around the desert, and then find the local demonic forces to see if we can get enough lizards. If you can find enough warcraft, you can walk straight through the tsunami desert. If this is not possible, it is equally not too late to return to the sea. After all, it won't take more than two years. I should be able to afford to wait a little longer.” Han Li replied seriously.

“Well, that's a good way to go. It's a lot safer. I agree with Brother Han!” The maiden in the feathercoat heard, her eyes sparkled with joy.

“This approach is certainly a little more perfect.” After a slight indulgence of the man with the Lin surname, he also revealed his approval.

“Chiaki Daoyou, don't you think?” The Old Ancestor of the House moved slightly, questioning the Virgin of Chiaki.

“I need to talk to a few of the tribes, and then I need to get back to Daoist.” Thousand Autumn Virgin's face changed a few moments later and said slowly.

“This is what nature should do.” Old Ancestor Luo promised to come down.

So Qianqiu Holy Virgin and the dry spiritual people, in front of Han Li and others, clustered together to negotiate.

At the same time, the Ancestors of Qianjia also have a slight lip movement and the elders around them are secretly talking about something.

“Brother Han, you said the method was very sound. I think most spirituals and geeks would agree with this approach. However, depending on the previous situation, the old demons were mostly meant to walk through the tsunami desert, and the spiritual people seemed more inclined to walk with the sea. They may have something else in mind, regardless of the final outcome. You and I need to be very careful.” Han Li's ears snapped and the maiden in the plumage laughed softly.

Han Li glanced at the woman, but saw her standing motionless, her face could not see a slight discoloration.

“Thank you, Taoist Ye, for reminding me that Han will pay attention to one or two.” Han Li similarly replied silently.

Though the maiden of feathers had no more propaganda, the corner of her mouth curled slightly.

Everything below is almost as predictable as a maiden in a plumage.

After the spiritual tribe, such as Chiaki Virgin, finally agreed to the method proposed by Han Li, and the ancestors of the Qianjia family naturally had no other objections.

So they flew westward along the grasslands.

The Ancestors and others naturally do not know that in the sky after them, there is a pink glitter, hidden far behind them.

……

At the same time, the human world, the Spirit Nation, was in an extremely secret restricted area.

A huge array of laws more than ten miles in diameter, shining brightly on a scorching black ground.

The whole fraternity buzzed more than once, and countless colorful dogfigurines burst out of every corner and condensed into a chunky, bowl-mouthed chain of symbols that tightly locked a huge figure in the center.

The man was about a hundred feet tall, wearing an old-fashioned golden armor, but more than a dozen bloody demonic shadows flashed behind him and made all sorts of strange noises.

But he lifted his hands heavenly high, a dense, numb silver wire mesh a few feet from his palm, trembling and holding an acre-sized silver ball.

With dense and numb patterns on the surface of the bead, it wobbles and twists the nearby voids slightly blurred.

The face of the giant figure was incredibly beautiful, but at this moment it was sweaty, looking at the giant silver beads in the sky, with an incredibly angry look on its face.

In the middle of the air around the Falun Front, there are eight different clothes combined to survive the Holy Spirit, each holding a platter, also sweaty back rushing the entire battle.

Thousands of heights in the center of France, however, there is a glittering palace, suspended in mid-air, unusually quiet and strange.

“Who the hell are you to own a fairy bead? Are you really a spiritual slave of any palace that escaped from the Immortal Realm!” The giant man shouted loudly and fiercely in the air.

“I'm someone you don't need to know. Since you own Spirit Skynet, you can't keep it the same day, unlike our Spirit Nation. Now that you've fallen into this trapped demon formation, you've been housed in this fairy bead at the same time. This is where you're buried.” There was a cold male voice coming from the golden palace, but it looked very old.

“You really think you can kill me by these means alone. This messenger has long been the true soul of the Golden Immortal, and the people from the lower realm of the district want to destroy me. It was a daydream. When I get out of my misery, I will surely scatter the souls of all you spiritual slaves and send them to the refinery for refining.” The shadow of the tall adult laughed wildly and roared with fury.

“Of course I know that this trapped demon array and town fairy beads, even if combined, are not enough to wipe out a true fairy's soul. Even the magic of the true immortal is not yet powerful. But if I seal you up and transport you to the land of the Nine Phantoms Fire, and use the real fire in the body to slowly melt the Nine Phantoms Fire, as long as you spend 100,000 years, you can use your soul as raw material and refine it into a Immortal Soul Dan.” The old voice in the golden palace snorted coldly, coldly saying. (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.)