A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

Even though the eight combined spiritual clans have different treasures to protect them, they can't help but “slip” a few steps backwards and show a little fear on their faces.

“Seniors are angry, seniors and others never intended to!” The old man in White Horn sweats all over his head and screams in haste.

But Mojan left without a face, as if he hadn't heard it, and his breath shook down, but he was a little stronger than before.

This time, the eight combined spiritual clans can no longer use themselves to resist the spiritual pressure in front of them, the same body appeared, eight different treasure fiction simultaneously emerged from each, can resist this terrible spiritual pressure.

Han glanced at the eight treasures and saw them clearly.

There are three tokens, two tokens, a small white ring and a silver Ruyi. Mo Jian left this place, hummed, the protective spirit light flashed slightly, and took a step forward, it was necessary to release all the spiritual pressure, completely teach the spiritual children in front of him a lesson.

But then, suddenly, a strange breeze came from the top of Mount Voldemort, passing from Mojan's previous roll.

Mo Jian left feeling that only a warm yang smell wandered in front of him, and the originally released spirit of terror instantly became invisible.

Then a gentle old man's voice came out of the wind.

“Brother Mo did not have to be angry. When they had previously spoken out of their own minds, the king made amends for them. How can you refuse to see me if you two can come here before I can rejoice? The king greets both of you at the top of the mountain. Spiritual Extinction, I have just explored with divinity, the two blood-burning Daoists have come to the foot of the mountain, four of you go down to greet them first. The other four, send Brother Mo to Ziqi Hall. ”

“Yes, sir! ”

“Obey the decree! ”

The eight merged spiritual tribes sanctified the mountain, then collected the phantom of Fabao in front of them, and the four bald-headed men lashed down the mountain.

The remaining White Horn elders waited for the four spiritual tribes, and after another gift to Han Li and others, they made a welcoming gesture.

“Now that you have spoken to Daoyou the King of Spirits, Mo naturally cannot fail to give you a little face! Let's meet Taoist first, then talk about something else.” After a few changes in color, Mojan finally didn't stop bald men and others. Instead, after shaking his sleeves, he flew massively up the mountain.

Han Li smiled faintly, also without the slightest hint of smoke.

At this time, the remaining four combined spiritual clans also followed.

But the old man in White Corner looked at Han Li's back with some strange eyes.

Han Li just said nothing, but as a powerful Holy Spirit in the Spirit Nation, how could he not know some news about this newcomer's great multiplier?

While all of this information comes from outside the community and is obsolete or too vague, the fact that the great multiplier of this people has seriously injured a great multiplier of the Night Forks is obviously not false.

This naturally makes this spiritual elderly man feel a little more afraid of Han Li, and of course that much curiosity.

After all, although the spiritual realm is large, few people can defeat other great old monsters just as soon as they advance.

Han Li will naturally not know about the change of mind of the elderly, will not have any interest, but will fly slowly a few feet from the ground, while his eyes constantly gaze at both sides of the mountain road.

The upper half of Mount Voling has been set up with a large number of Falun bans, far higher than the lower half of the mountain, but most of them have artificially stopped triggering bans themselves.

Otherwise, Han Li and Mo Jian will never be able to travel unhindered, even though they are Big Brothers.

Looks like thousands of feet away, a pedestrian actually flew a full meal for a long time.

It appears that the second half of the mountain peak is high enough to be more than 100,000.

Mojan can't help but get a little weird.

Han Li's face remained silent and his heart couldn't help but wonder.

It appears that in addition to these restrictions on the surface of the mountain, there seems to be something extraordinarily subtle in it that cannot be deceived along with its minds.

The old man and others in White Horn have always had their usual color, obviously they have long been accustomed to this matter.

Even though the latter half of the road was extremely long, the pedestrian traveled through a thin white mist after a while to reach the top of the peak.

Han Li looked up and saw nothing more than a giant three-storey loft on the vast open ground at the top of Mount Voling.

On a plaque above the entrance to the attic, there are three pale golden words written in dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

Purple Qi Hall

The outside of the attic is equally empty and completely invisible.

“The two seniors, Lord Ling Wang waited inside, the seniors and others were inconvenient to enter.” The old man at White Horn coughed softly and gave a gift to the two Koreans, respectfully said.

“In that case, just wait outside.” There was nothing more to say about Mojan's departure. Once he had swept into the attic, he did not hesitate to take the big step towards the attic door.

The clear abnormality of his exploration just now, this purple air hall is absolutely forbidden to fluctuate. Except for the strange smell of nothing in it, it really is just an ordinary loft.

So naturally, he won't have much to worry about.

Han Li smiled slightly and followed him in.

As soon as you enter the gate, you will find a huge hall with a size of 40 to 50.

A basin of green and green flower trees surrounded the hall, a few feet tall, filled with colorful fists and giant flowers.

In front of one of the flower trees, an old man in a white robe stood there with his hands upside down, leaving his back only in the direction of the gate.

“Your Excellency is Daoyou the King of Spirits!” Mojan looked away and asked a little heavily.

“You two come far, or sit down and talk!” The old man in the white robe did not answer anything directly, but did not say a word back.

“Since Daoyou said so, it would be better if I complimented him.” Mojan stared at the old man's back for a few moments, and after a moment of silence, he really sat down beside the chair.

Han Li frowned, blurred his figure, appeared on another chair as well, and measured the old man's back with a smiling, non-laughing gaze.

“The two Taoists forgive me, my husband is used to living alone, and can only entertain guests with one cup of tea.” When Han Li and the others sat down, the old man laughed softly.

The voice just dropped, and one side of the door opened a dozen times, and a few little white monkeys jumped out of it.

But half a foot tall, but an individual snow-white with red eyes.

These little monkeys or overhead tea trays, or overhead teapot cups, moved their hands and feet together and instantly poured Han Li a cup of unusually fresh spiritual tea.

Han glanced at the spiritual tea and grabbed the cup and drank it.

Mo Jian left but didn't look at the spiritual tea in front of him. He asked the elderly faintly:

“I think the two of us should know something about the intention of coming here. ”

“Though I have been with Mordor for a long time, this is the first time I've seen him. How do I know what he wants?” The old man in the white robe said with a smile, finally turning around.

Crane haired child's face, eyes like electricity, embroidered a purple-red maple leaf on one corner of sleeve, but the divine color is calm as water.

Mo Jian left and Han Li were shocked, both measured the spiritual king a few eyes again.

“Daoyou didn't know what Mo and Mo were coming for, but he didn't know why he invited two Daoyou who burned blood to come here this time?” Mojan snorted away and asked back.

“Oh, I'm calling Bloodburner and they're not here to see anything, just to make a deal. Why, Brother Mo is also interested!” The old man in the white robe had a heavy pupil, but still couldn't help but return.

“Hey, hey, that's perfect. The two of us are here to make a deal with Daoyou Wang.” This time it was Mojan's turn to look away, but he said without thinking.

“Hey, that's going to disappoint Mordolpheus, next time you only deal with people you know, but you're not used to dealing with strangers! Brother Mo, please come back.” The old man in the white robe beat up an arrears and refused without hesitation.

Don't leave the news, his eyes narrowed, suddenly one hand flashed, a silver light flew across the street.

The old man in the white robe did not move, but as soon as the silver light approached the harbour in front of him, he stuck himself in the sky.

It is a bright, silver jade Jane with a print pattern similar to the purple red maple leaves on the cuffs of the elderly.

The old man in a white robe looked a little difficult, and suddenly raised his hand, and the silver jade fell into his hand. After a brief examination, he slowly said:

“It seems that Ancestor Shi Xin is no longer alive. Did you do it, or did you die in the hands of the mother of the worm? ”

“It's not the mother of the worm's automatic hand, but it's pretty much the same.” Mojan replied calmly.

“Well, I don't care how you get this letter, then this deal is between you two. But whether or not you can really make it up to yourselves depends.” When the silver flashed in the hands of the old man in the white robe, Jade Jane disappeared silently and said softly.

“Naturally, the two of us here are just looking for an opportunity.” Mo Jane finally said with a smile on her face.

“Hey, hey, I'm not underestimating Mordor. It's almost impossible to complete this deal on your own. But the guy next to you, that's possible. This Daoist is Han Li Daoist of the new Weizhen family, it is not the same as the old Ancestors.” The old man in the white robe had a slight sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes fell on Han Li's body, but once again he changed his two points of solemnity.

“Lord Ling Wang also heard the following name, Han is truly flattered. But Daoyou is a little too despised, Brother Mo and go down!” Han Li suddenly smiled slightly and said slightly. (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.)