A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Looks like this King of Spirits is really mysterious! Brother Mo knows what the deal is between Ancestor Shi Xin and him, but he can't believe he trades all these treasures in exchange for Sanqing Thunderbolts.” After a moment of silence, Han Li finally asked one of the most important questions.

“Shame! The husband knows everything else, but he really doesn't know anything about the deal. It just seems dangerous to know that the King of Spirits seems to be trying to do something with his ancestors. Otherwise, these three lightning bolts will not be used as rewards.” Mojan replied after hesitating for a moment.

“Do one thing?” Both Han Li and Ozzou gave unexpected expressions.

“It should be nice, but the content is really unclear. In fact, if the old man had not damaged some energy in the demonic realm this time, plus one person who saw the King of Spirits was too rude, I would have taken the initiative to go to the spiritual clan once I returned from the demonic realm that day.” Mojan smiled bitterly.

“Brother Mo, why don't you and I talk about this, if it's me and the two of you, maybe there's a way to get the tri-clean thunderbolt from King Ling.” The old Oxford group frowned and said.

“What's the use of talking to Odo about this? You also lost a lot of energy in the demonic world and will be ready to rob in the near future. If there is any further damage from this matter. I'm afraid even if you get it, it won't cost you anything. But it would be different if it were Han Daoyou. If I'm not mistaken, Han Daoyou's breath is more unpredictable than it was before he entered the demonic realm. If Ken comes with his husband, he might have a few chances to get a few Sanqing Thunderbolts back.” Mojan finally said what he was going to do after a change in color.

“What, Brother Mo intends to go to the Ling Clan with Korean Island Oh!” Ancestor Oxiao's complexion slightly changed.

“Well, I do have a few points. First, Han Daoyou and I joined forces, thinking that even if the King of Spirits did not treat our two communities any more, he would not dare to easily generate any malice. Most of them would wait for me to make this deal honestly. Second, even if I don't go to the Ling clan now, I'm afraid I'll have to go there in the future. After all, I waited for the day robbery to be not too far apart, and my husband was not sure about the next day's robbery. These three lightning bolts, I would love to get them too. This symbol is equally useful for Han Daoyou. Perhaps in the day after that, we can save a life.” Mojan said frankly and did not disguise what he also wanted.

Ancestor Ao Xiao's face fluctuated for a while, and there was no interface at all.

Han Li also turned a dejected thought.

“Senior Mo! If these three lightning rollers are so precious, I'm afraid the King of Spirits makes it dangerous to do things, and there may be a possibility of falling.” Silver Moon heard this place and couldn't help but say a few words.

“Dealing with the King of Spirits, there is a danger. But it is not difficult for me to wait for the monks to take any step. Of course, if it's really risky. Han Daoyou is not in danger of robbery, you don't really have to promise King Ling or anything. I just need Han Daoyou to accompany me.” Mojan seemed to have thought about it a long time ago, without thinking.

Silver Moon listened to this, looked at Han Li, and looked at Ancestor Ao Xiao again. The divine color became a little complicated, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

“If you get a tri-clear thunderbolt, how much more chance can you get to Otsunami Daoyou to survive the holocaust?” Han Li asked slowly.

“Not to mention, but there should still be a half chance.” Mojan said softly.

The silence of the ancestors of Ao Xiao clearly also implied such a statement.

“Half the time, that's a good chance. Ohio Daoyou, how much longer do you think you can delay the outbreak if you deliberately delay it again?” Han Li asked Ancestor Xiao Xiao again.

“Ten years at most, and a long time later, my husband can't stop it.” The muscles on Oxford's ancestors twitched before returning.

“Ten years. So, there's some buffer time.” Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had made up his mind.

“Han Daoyou, you mean...” Mojan asked.

“Knowing that there is a way to help Ohio Daoyou, and adding to this, it is also extremely beneficial for Modoyou and me, Han will not let go. Brother Mo, catch!” Han Li said a few words with a slight smile and suddenly his sleeve shook and a white light ran straight to Jane to leave. Mo Jian lifted his hand away from nature's subconscious hand and grabbed the white light in his palm, then five fingers a point. Hershey is a milky white vial with a hint of medicine.

“This is…” Jane glanced away and revealed a hint of surprise.

“This is a bottle of anise incinerator, which greatly compensates for the loss of energy. Brother Mo, if you take this Dan outside and keep it closed for another year, you should be able to restore the original wear and tear. If we go to see the King of Spirits together, we'll have a little more certainty.” Han Li faintly said.

“This Dan medicine is so divine, the old man is not polite.” Mojan was naturally overjoyed when she heard this, and when she opened the medicine bottle with a slight reading, her face closed with a smile.

With his original injuries, it would take at least a few times more to recover if he were to take ordinary Dan medicine.

Ancestor Ao Xiao saw this scene and the colour of the gods moved a little.

Han Li turned his head and said to the demon ancestor:

“Odo, if I'm not mistaken, besides your energy loss is much worse than that of Mordo, I'm afraid there's something wrong with the soul. ”

“You see! When this seat was initially sealed, it was attacked with mystery by several powerful monsters, and some problems did arise in the soul. If I recover, I'm afraid it will take a lot more time, and I'm not entirely sure if I can do this before the holocaust. If I can't make up for my soul again, I'm afraid I don't have a half chance of surviving the holocaust.” Ancestor Otsubo sighed after a moment of silence.

“Grandfather, is this true?” The silver moon looks discolored again.

“Do I have to hide it when I get here?” Ancestor Ao Xiao said helplessly.

“Brother Han, you have...” Silver Moon said, hurrying to say something to Han Li.

“Don't worry. Now that I have asked, naturally there are also dandrugs that can cure this loss of soul.” Han Li shook his hand and smiled slightly, flipping it with one hand, and several other bottles of different colors appeared in his hand, also thrown out by the ancestors of Oxford.

“Thanks Brother Han, I knew you had a lot of talent. There must be a way.” The silver moon naturally rejoiced, and Han's eyes naturally filled with gratitude.

Ancestor Otsubo had his eyes lit and his sleeves were rolled up to take these bottles, and after the same examination, he was surprised to add a few words of appreciation.

“Ha ha, now it looks like we both have to bear Han Daoyou's Dan medicine!” Mojan seemed very happy to see this.

Ancestor Ao Xiao nodded with a chuckle.

“The two of you were too blind. When Han Avenue was not completed, but the care of the two Taoists was merely a slight repayment of the year's mercy. One year later, as soon as Brother Mo's energy recovered, the two of us left the spiritual clan to try to get a few more three clear thunderbolts back. And Otsubo Daoyou, just stay in the tribe and rest, and prepare for the robbery. As soon as the two of us get something, we will be back in the tribe. We will never miss the big thing of Taoist robbery.” Han Li is a true sermon.

“The love of the two of you, Ogata, is in your heart. However, if what is true cannot be done, you two should not be too reluctant, lest something should happen. There are now only three of us in both tribes, and no matter which one of them has had an accident, it is an irreparable loss to the tribe. Even if the husband gets three clear thunderbolts, the hope of surviving the heavenly robbery is huge, and it is not worth taking too much risk.” Ancestor Oxiao sighed and suddenly stood up, punching Han Li and Mo Jian with one hand and leaving each other deeply.

Han Li naturally stood up and hurried back.

And Mojan left, sitting still, beat a debt, and said with a faint smile.

“Ha ha, my husband didn't do it for you, I wouldn't really be here if it wasn't for more than one secret in the hands of the King of Spirits. ”

“With the tens of thousands of years of friendship between you and me, can't Oga see that?” The ancestors of Oxfam sighed without a word of gratitude.

After Mo Jane left slightly, she laughed and stopped talking.

“Now think about what Mudao said at the beginning, don't leave the tribe, mostly to elicit this, but say it for no reason!” Han Li saw this and suddenly smiled.

This time, Mojan left the real old face one red, a slight embarrassment appeared.

The silver moon next to her saw the situation, but her heart was loose and the corner of her mouth rose slightly.

If Han Li and the others could really bring back the Sanqing Thunder Scale, his grandfather would not have survived the next day's robbery, which naturally gave rise to a hint of hope in this woman's heart.

In the next few moments, a few people turned to the topic and talked about some things about the reconstruction of the two communities.

From the two populations, Han Li also knows that the losses caused by the incursions of the two communities are now almost recovered after years of efforts.

During this time, there was also a new group of amazingly qualified descendants of both communities, including some of the most brilliant genius names, even the two grand multiplier ancestors, who were heard of.

Han Li listened to these and naturally asked some relevant questions with interest.

As such, a few people stayed in the lobby for a small half-day before eventually dissipating themselves with joy.

In the evening, Han stood in a very spiritual cave on the Holy Island and met Major Hai, the spiritual son and other disciples of the doorman.

When Han's gaze swept over several disciples, he could not help but show satisfaction, but when his gaze fell on Baiguo, the youngest disciple, his face flashed with a hint of surprise! (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.)