A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Refining Demon Grass! ”

“impossible! ”

The sound of treasure flowers and yuan nightmares came back and forth. The treasure flowers were fine, although a little shocked, but still standing still for a moment.

The young man in the black robe next to him suddenly disappeared after shouting.

Han Li only felt the black light flash, Yuan Nightingale Saint Joe suddenly appeared in front of him with a raging wind, and one hand rose under him. Five fingers rushed straight to the light silver spiritual grass to grasp it.

The whole movement moves clouds and flowing water, grabbing the momentum is more like lightning!

At this time, the young man in the black robe, his face slightly distorted, his eyes stared red at the pale silver spirit grass, his eyes seemed to be unable to hold anything other than this.

Han Li's face sank, one sleeve suddenly brushed, five colors of ice flashed and disappeared, his mouth yelled, a huge fist wrapped in squamous armor, turned into a golden light pounding forward.

“Boom” a thunderous loud sound.

Under the interweaving of golden black gas, hurricanes swept up and rolling waves swept away in all directions.

The whole sky wobbled in shock, and countless slender white marks appeared strangely in the nearby sky, but after twisting, the shadows shimmered away.

At the center of the burst, the two shadows flew backwards in the opposite direction, and after a few shakes, each fell outside dozens of feet to regain its steady shape.

Exactly Han Li and Yuanzhengzu!

They actually split the look of autumn with a single hit just now.

Han Li slowly raised his demonized face and looked at the black robe youth with cold eyes. After a flash of anger on his face, he drank loudly:

“What, Your Excellency, is it your intention to do a hard gun? If that's the case, Han will have to and will accompany him. ”

Just as the voice fell, the golden light flashed on one side of the shoulder, and a golden shadow of the demonized head emerged. At the same time, the ribs fluctuated together, and the other two golden demon arms covered with squamous armor were also born out of the sky.

Han Li, who embodies the appearance of a four-armed demon, grabbed his fist simultaneously with four arms, a horrible smell several times stronger than before, rolled out of his body.

“Bienne transforms! You did cultivate the Nirvana Holy Body to the highest order.” The treasure flower in the distance saw the scene and the colour flashed across his face, muttering two words.

As for Yuan Night Saint Joe, after standing in the distance, when he saw Han Li's demonic transformation, his face was transformed and his eyes flashed with deep consternation.

But "magic herb" was so important to him, so Yuan Nighting-Sheng Jo took a breath and shouted at Han Li:

“Son of the people, there is no use in keeping this herb in your hands. If you put this object in your hands, this seat will turn its head immediately and go away. There will be no more questions about you and the treasure flower. ”

“Devil's Grass? It's the first time I've heard that name! Since the two predecessors recognize this object, would you like to give a detailed introduction to one or two before saying anything else?” Han Li said coldly, ignoring the question asked by the black robe youth.

“The magic grass and the thunderbolt of the day are common, and are the only heavenly and earthly potions available in the upper realm. Does it work, as Yuan Nightmare said, only for our Holy Nation? But for some reason, this object is more important to Yuan Nightingale than his concubine! Whether Yuan Nightingale will be able to take the last step in the future is, I'm afraid, closely related to whether or not he will be able to get the grass. In addition, the concubine sent another sentence. A long time ago, Yuandou suddenly wondered how to use several other similar spiritual grasses to cultivate real magic herbs. But not yet...”

“Shut up, Treasure Flower, you've said too much! ”

Just after the treasure flower did not know what thought was important to Yuan Nightingale Saint Joe, the young man in the black robe looked extremely ugly and interrupted the words of the white woman with a yell.

Treasure flower glanced at Yuan Nightingale Saint Joe, the corner of his mouth faintly curved, and he stopped talking.

“So that's how it is!” Han Li thought about it.

“My name is Han Boy, since the treasure flower has already been spoken out, this seat might as well be clear! I am the one who needs to refine the herb. If you refuse, you will remain forever if you do not want the Lord Yuan God.” The young man in the black robe seemed genuinely determined by his disgraceful face.

“Since it's no use to me, I don't have to stay in my hands, but the seniors want to take it so easily, don't you think it's too childish?” Han Lixin turned his mind and replied quietly.

“Anything can be said as long as Ken gives me the herb. Although this seat is the Holy Journal of the Demonic Realm, ask yourself a lot of treasures, and it is absolutely the dream of your people's brothers.” The young man in the black robe suddenly rejoiced when he heard the relaxation in Han Li's mouth.

After seeing Han Li's transformation, he asked himself that he was no longer grasping at each other, and that natural joy obtained silver spiritual grass by gentle means.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. My deal with Predecessor Baohua is not finished yet.” Han Li hey hey chuckled, couldn't help but reply.

“Fine. This seat will wait for Han Daoyou to finish other matters first.” Yuan Night Saint Joe nodded and promised after hesitation.

“Senior Baohua, I just took out such a multipotent pill, you didn't even like it. For example, there are really not many things on the body that can be handed out tonight. If there is nothing below to see, it can't be blamed on the younger generation.” Han glanced at the woman in white and said silently.

“Take out the other psychotropic pills first, and when there is nothing to be gained, it is not too late to talk about anything else.” Bao Hua Dai eyebrowed and understated.

Han Li snorted and no longer shivered the sleeve of the crap. After a flash of blue light flashed, a light blue jade bottle appeared empty.

Throw the vial in front of you in the void, under ten fingers in a row, a series of methods to laser out, flash away and not into the bottle.

Jade bottle trembled, the bottle mouth of Xia Guang rolled over, “bang” sound, a strong water spiritual energy scattered, from which a milky white spirit spring sprang.

The bowl is not thick, but the central spring is one half water, with a fist-sized silver lotus pom and a small arm-thick silver lozenge.

Lotus Peng was born firmly on the silver roof next to a thin branch stem. The surface of the silver was bright and unusually smooth. Under the gradual shaking above the spring water, it gave a sense of unspoilt emptiness.

After Han Li released the two spirits from the bottle, his eyes swept back at the white woman across the street.

This treasure flower Saint Joe's face has long since disappeared, staring at a pair of star-like eyes of silver lotus, not to mention the ecstasy in it.

Although the women in white did not say anything, Han Li witnessed the scene, and his natural heart counted.

After his heart moved, his eyes glanced and swept the other Yuan Yi Holy Joe's eyes.

Though also staring at the silver lotus and silver lotus, the divine colour is slightly suspicious and obviously does not recognize their origins.

After a quick thought in Han Li's heart, he spit a light breath of pumice and said:

“Looks like this thing is what my predecessors wanted. Could you describe their names and origins in order to solve the long-held confusion? ”

“If you don't even know your name, why ask more questions? My guess is true, you do have what I want. But looking at you, it doesn't seem like you're going to give it to the concubine.” As soon as the treasure flowers were brushed with silk, they finally removed their gaze from the silver lotus and said lightly to Han Li.

“Forget about the potions that came out at the beginning. But each of these psychotropic drugs I get behind me is supposed to be from the fairy realm. Although I do not know their origins, they are absolutely unique in the spiritual and demonic realms. Would it be so easy to hand it over if you changed seniors? Besides, at first, Han just said to take out the potion to show it to his predecessor, but he didn't say yes, so he handed it over directly.” Instead of answering directly, Han Li said two words calmly.

“A concubine also seeks greater benefit when she is living elsewhere. Well, you can say whatever you want. I have treasures and tricks that I bought from some old guys in the spirit world early on, and even some real elf blood and Dan pills that are great for Combined Brothers, some of them in my hands. I wouldn't be able to teach you if it weren't for you and me, or if you wanted me to have some experience and experience in advanced multiplication.” Instead of feeling surprised, Baohua smiled slightly and said that a pair of breasts had a bamboo golden color.

“Genie Blood!” For other things, Han Li didn't put too much into his mind, but when he heard it, his heart paused.

“Well, I've dealt with some real spirits in the past, and I've got some real spirits in my hand. I see that your body of Nirvana can also be forcibly transformed by inspiring several true spiritual bloodlines. These true blood should be of great use to you.” The white woman smiled.

“I do need true elf blood, but not all true blood works for me. Seniors may want to tell you what true elf blood you have first. The younger generation first heard and then said 1” Han Li's face changed a little, but soon calmed down.

“Fine. The true blood in my hand is Oufeng, Hexapteryx...” The woman in white breathed out six kinds, all of which are rarely heard true spirits.

After Han Li finished listening, his face flashed with surprise, but refused without hesitation:

“I'm afraid it wouldn't do me any good if it were these types of things. Do you have any other real elf blood in your hand? ”

“I still have some colorful phoenix blood here, but you already have it, and you won't want it again. Anything else? I used it in my early years, but there's no more. Why don't you take a look at some of the dandruff in my hand and see if it's shared?” The smile on the face of Saint Joe of the Treasure Flower was finally a moment of stiffness, shaking his head slowly.

“No need. The next adventure into the world of demons is for two things here. If Senior Senior let me do what I want, Han will put the potion in his hands!” (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.)