A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

However, after all, the haircut man is a well-known combined monk for many years. At the moment of the birth of the different emotions, he immediately discovered his abnormality, suddenly biting the tip of his tongue and spraying a sperm of blood out of his mouth.

The next moment, with the help of a sharp pain, the divine mind finally returned to normal, but the eyes of a white woman were filled with horror like a drug scorpion.

“Great multiplier, you are the Demon Joe! ”

Although the power of men is greatly impaired, their minds are still as strong as they used to be, but when they look at women in white, they are affected by each other.

This is by no means something that can be done by the Combined Realm. He naturally remembers that the last thing he wants to encounter in the Demonic Realm is existence.

“Saint Joe! Sort of. I have something to ask you, and if you cooperate honestly, I will let you die without pain, with the possibility of a round. If you don't want to, I'll have to do something special to make your last soul disappear completely.” Women in white naturally follow the treasure flower Saint Joe behind Han Li and others all the time, at this moment a faint shape-shifting man asks.

“Since it has fallen into the hands of his predecessors, there is nothing for Lin to insist on. Seniors, just ask.” Brother Lin's face was gloomy for a while before finally laughing.

“You are much more intelligent, now let your Numen go.” The treasure flower Saint Joe smiled slightly, and that instant smile blew away the flowers for a moment, but immediately lifted a jade finger of the man in the flowering tree.

“Pup” sound!

A bunch of pink spirits ejected, and one flashed, turning into a bright wonder flower that didn't fit into the man's forehead.

The man's face changed dramatically and after a slight hesitation, he gave up his resistance with a long sigh, releasing the Numen.

At this moment, he can only bet that the Demonic Holy Journal holds his identity and will not lose his word with him, leaving him a chance to be reincarnated.

The next moment, the man's eyes stagnated, his eyes dimmed, his forehead showed a few pink weird magic marks, and a sudden glimmer of strange spirituality.

The ugly man next to him looked at the situation of the man, but his face showed a slight smile.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the woman in white picked out her eyebrows without a hint of fireworks.

The pink flower tree Kwangxia, originally bound to a man's hair, suddenly rose, hallucinating a bunch of pink flames in a series of lighthearts, instantly turning his body into ashes.

Only a little white light was safely in the flame, and eventually the sky burst into mourning and faded away in a flash at more than a hundred heights.

Treasure Flower Saint Joe ignored all of this, but strangled his palm forward and grabbed it empty-handed.

“Bang” sound!

A pink wonder flower emerged from the flame and flew straight to the woman in white, eventually slowly falling into her hand, then blinking.

Several identical pink magic prints appeared on the women's face in white, and their eyes closed when the light flowed down.

In the flash of the Demonic Pattern, the woman had no expression on her face, as if she had turned into an ice sculpture.

And the man in black armor walked a few steps to the woman and stood beside him with an honest handshake.

An hour later, the woman's eyelids moved and her eyes opened again, revealing a pair of dark and starry eyes.

“Lord Baohua, you have useful news!” The Black Army man saw this and asked carefully.

“Got some! Not much, but we finally know what they're up to. It's an unexpected thing to do for two things: the sink and the pure spirit lotus!” Saint Joel of the Treasure Flower said thoughtfully.

“Spirit pool, pure spirit lotus? What is it that puts them at such great risk?” The man in black armor got confused.

“There are not a dozen people in the holy world who know these two things. Even some Saint Joe knows nothing about it. You don't know, not surprisingly.” The woman replied calmly abnormal.

“What's so amazing about these two things that they make this group of spiritual monks feel like nothing but small?” The black armored man's eyeballs turned a few times, some strange questions asked.

“You don't have to worry too much about it. Although these two things are subtle and unusual to spiritual people, they are harmless to our saints.” Seems to see through the big man's mind, Saint Joe of the Treasure Flower replied faintly.

“Since it is useless for our Holy Nation, the dwarves are not interested in it.” The big man grinned his big mouth and touched the back of his brain.

At this time, Baohua Saint Joe stopped interfacing with the matter, but his eyes flashed faintly:

“Now that I know what they're doing, I think I know exactly where they're going. Next time, we don't have to follow them into the Mirage Desert, just wait where they're going. When I came back to the Holy Land, I was going to finish this, so I went to see some old friends. Now? Well, it looks like we can get ahead of ourselves.” Saint Joyang of the Treasure Flower looked up at the sky and said with a glimmer of colour

“Wherever Lord Bao Hua is going, his men will surely follow him.” The big man in black armor said out loud without thinking.

Saint Joe revealed a glimmer of satisfaction, but suddenly he remembered something:

“The little girl of another people is still useful to me. You can take her with you on the road with me later, don't hurt her life first!

“Yes!” Big Han was somewhat surprised, but responded with a quick bow.

The woman in white nodded and turned her head to look at Fantasy City. After looking twice, a strange smile appeared on her face, and then one sleeve swung in front of her.

In a moment, the pink petals flew out and sneaked down, turning into a gushing wind column, hidden from the wind thunder of the array.

The black armored man witnessed the scene and, without hesitation, grabbed the void in a nearby dirt pit, his feet suddenly stamped the ground, his figure shook down and followed him into the wind column like a crossbow.

And after a sound in the pit, a petite body flew out, and instantly passed into the wind column.

It was Jugo with a frightened face.

The wind columns burst and burst. There are no traces of three people in the dotted pink spot.

……

Two nights later, on an unsightly pile of soil on the edge of the Mirage Desert, two eight-legged lizards were lying on their knees in the sand.

And on the back of the beast, two people sat steadily on it.

One of them was wearing a green robe, while the other was an old man in Confucian uniform, and was the old Confucian 'Holy Spirit’ of the Han Ri and Ling tribes.

Both sit calmly on eight-legged lizards, not talking, as if they were waiting for something.

They were both stationed here in advance by the ancestors of the Xiangjia family, specializing in other operations.

And these two lizards, naturally, are the two ends Han Li got from the Bai family.

After not knowing how long, Fantasy City direction sky light flashed, several faint lights emerged, and went straight to Han Li's side to laser.

Both Han Li and Old Confucianism can't help but fade.

After a few flashes, the light fell down, and the figure of the maiden feathercoat, the Virgin of Chiaki and others appeared on the earthen bag.

Han glanced at several people and said with a smile:

“A few Daoists, it looks like the operation went smoothly. ”

“Brother Han could tell. The Zhao family didn't have those two demons sitting in town, how could the district ban block us from joining forces? In addition to getting one head per person, this trip will also empty a spare eight-legged Lizard!” The maiden in the plumage smiled.

Looking at the way she spoke, it was clear that the previous actions had been very easy.

“That's good. Now all we have to do is wait for Brother Tao and Daoyou Bai to come back. It shouldn't be too hard to get rid of the two demons in the late stages of their merger!” Han Li nodded and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes looked subconsciously at the young spiritual clan called "Stop the Water” and his heart frowned darkly.

It seems that the Yin Cold Qi of this spiritual Holy Spirit is a bit stronger than before.

However, Ling ethnic youth had no expression on their face, and were all silky and cold. They looked at Han with a blind eye and looked very blunt and woody.

“Ha ha, Brother Han, don't worry! Luo and Baiduo have long since been rid of the two Zhao family demons. ”

At high altitude, suddenly came the sound of Ancestor Lung laughing.

Then the space fluctuated and the smiling ancestors and a white light shadow flashed at the same time.

“Turns out Taoist has arrived too. Where are the two Zhao Demons now?” Han Li frowned and asked slightly.

“Don't worry, Han Daoyou! They have been introduced into a well-crafted paradigm in which there can be no escape without a single day or night.” White relatives in the white light, faint direct reply.

“Great. Now that we're all here, take out all the octopus lizards and go!” Said Grand Happiness of the Virgin of Chiaki.

“Sister Chiaki's words are with the will of the concubine!” Ye Jia's maiden in plumage also agreed.

Others naturally had no problem with it, either, when the maiden in plumage and the Virgin of Chiaki single-handedly threw off a head of the Lizard.

Ancestors and others rolled over and rode on the beast, and the pedestrians immediately flew towards the tsunami desert, and after a while disappeared into the dusty wind and sand.

A day later, at the end of the sky, suddenly there was a sound of the sky breaking open, and the two clusters of black light flashed down from the sky with faint blood. After a flash, Han Li et al., on the original bags, Heran added two skinny elderly gowns, all full of anger, with a strong black brass.

“They seem to have stayed here for a while and should be in the Mirage Desert.” An old man weighed it down and looked up again at the gray sand not far away, his face looked unusual, he said. (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.)