A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“That Shura spider, Mo, also heard a powerful man say one or two. As soon as this creature was born in Shura, it possessed a terrible power above the Yuan Baby. As the young body grows, this monster's divinity also soars all the way up, and when it becomes a true adult, its strength is almost infinitely close to the great multiplier. Some of these gifted scurvy spiders may even become extraordinarily powerful than true spirits. Taoist spiders who can refine the silk of light are at least adults!” Mojan said slowly.

“Brother Mo has an unusual understanding of the Huron monster. The king is not hiding from several Taoists. It is true that only adults can extract the silk of light from the spider. And it's basically three spiders that can refine a ray of light. Of course, if you run into what Brother Mo calls a powerful spider, one end of the nucleus is enough.” There is a slightly strange echo on King Spirit's face.

Mojan laughed bitterly and asked nothing more.

Blood flames and black scales listened, and his face became a little more gloomy.

Half a mile later, the blood burned before coldly asking:

“The Little Huo Luo Realm is inherently dangerous. Adult Huo Luo Spider also has some strange magic of manipulation time. Even if there is no great multiplication power, I'm afraid it won't be better than the average large multiplication. To refine the silk of light, I wait for one person to kill at least three heads before I can do it. Brother Ling doesn't realize that it is inappropriate to just give me a thunderbolt and wait for the fear of life to be exchanged? ”

“Improper. The king doesn't feel that way. In addition to the thunderbolts, I took out two hearts of Shura. With their rarity, they are only slightly less valuable than thunderbolts. Besides, the Little Hurricane was famous for its many rare resources many thousands of years ago. If you enter, even if you can't find the Hurricane Spider, other treasures will be rewarded. You can stay as long as you want. The king won't take any more!” The old man in the white robe said with the same face.

“This is different! The heart of Shura was originally a necessity for entering the world of Xiao Shuro. Whoever Brother Ling asks for help will take the initiative, so how can it be counted as a reward? Besides, after Huo Luo's heart was divided into two parts, I waited for more than 10 days to stay here, and I had to concentrate on finding Huo Luo Spider, so what time do I have to find other treasures? Hey, Brother Ling, why use these lies to push the few of us? Besides, even if we do get lucky in the spirit world, looking for some good treasures, how can we compare it to the risks we take? Fixing ourselves is the most important thing to achieve when we are in this situation. Aren't the two of my brothers asking for the thunderbolt just to avoid falling in the day after tomorrow?” Blood burned a haha, you're welcome to say.

Mojan's eyes flashed a few times, obviously agreeing with the Heterogeneous Grand Multiplier.

Han Li and Black Scale, a divine colour smiled with a faint smile.

After listening, the old man frowned, his eyes swept on Han Li and other faces before silently saying:

“Four Daoists, since it seems so unfair to trade. Well, as long as you can retrieve the Silk of Light from the Little Huo realm, in addition to the Thunder Night Talisman, the King has just taken out the treasures in the catalogue and let you choose three. This is also the last bottom line of the old man, if you are still unhappy, then leave yourself. My husband would rather go to someone else for help. ”

Speaking of the last few sentences, the old man's face showed a slight stiffness.

“Choose three more treasures! Okay, that's settled. Then go to Little Hulo's Cross Border Law Front, but Brother Ling is ready. My two brothers can't wait here long.” Blood-burning words revealed some laughter on his face and promised without a thought.

“Don't worry, blood buddy. The Falun Front was already ready, and it was on the Holy Mountain. As soon as a few of you are willing to leave, it will be sent to the Little Huron Realm. Brother Mo, how do you decide?“ The old man's face also flashed with a smile, and his chest was filled with bamboo.

Mojan changed away from the shade of her face for a long time before biting her teeth back:

“If Mo must get the thunderbolt, he is also willing to enter the Little Shura Realm. ”

“Since Brother Mo is willing to go to the Little Huo Realm, Han will naturally follow along. But I also have a condition that the coordinates when I return from the Little Huo realm, if I want to locate them myself, I won't have to work too hard on Brother Rolling.” Han Li touched his chin and said slightly:

“Han Daoyou, what does this mean? Can't you trust the king?” The old man stared at Han Li's face, a little uncomfortable.

“Nothing, I'm just accustomed to taking all the unknowns into my own hands, and looking forward to seeing Daoyou complete it. I am quite familiar with the transmission array, using the instrument to slightly change the coordinates of the transmission should not be too difficult.” Han Li's color remains the same.

“Han Daoyou was also very fond of me. The path of a pair of laws was also quite understanding, and the coordinates were set on their own when they returned. If Brother Ling refuses, I can doubt the sincerity of Daoyou.” Blood-burning words, caressing his palms and laughing loudly, then speaking to the elderly with a kind of smile.

“You guys are very heartfelt. Now that you all have this intention, it's up to you to set your own coordinates back. It's best not to go beyond our spiritual community area. Otherwise, if he comes back late, the husband may misunderstand what may have happened to several Taoists and may have dealt with the thunderbolt separately. You should know very well how hot these figurines are. After the husband leaks their existence, maybe more friends will come to the door soon, it is impossible to keep them in his hands for too long.” The old man in the white robe glistened in his eyes and did not insist much on consenting.

“Ha ha, Brother Ling, don't worry. With the power of my brother's bloodline, there should be as much as 78% certainty in finding Huron Spider. After more than a dozen days, you and I will get our share.” The blood revealed a satisfying divine colour and echoed with a laugh.

“When Han Daoyou and I entered Xiao Shu Luo Realm, we tried our best.” Mojan leaves and spits a light breath.

“Good. Now that the four of you have no problem, stay here for the night and get ready. Tomorrow morning, I will send four Daoists into the Junior Huo Realm.” The old man in the white robe recovered calm, then his hands “popped” a few times.

As soon as the door opened, several delicate women in palaces walked out of the room and stood respectfully on both sides after a gift to Han Li and others.

The blood nodded and stood up with Black Scale, following the two women to the side door.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow disappeared from the lobby.

At this time, Mo Jian left to punch the old man in the white robe. He greeted Han Li and prepared to take a break.

Han Li rose from the chair but didn't leave immediately. Suddenly the old man smiled and said:

“There's something else in my mind that I don't understand, but don't know if I'm asking properly? ”

“Oh, Daoist, if you need anything, just ask.” The old man in the white robe was a little unexpected, but his color remained the same, he said.

“I heard rumors in the lower realm that the spiritual people have been based on the spiritual world, and that the successive spiritual kings are actually just the same person. But I don't know if this is true or false. What is the real Shouwon of Brother Ling?” Han Li smiled and asked for a word to keep Jane away from him.

“Haha, these rumors have been heard by the King himself. But naturally it's nonsense. Women and tribes have been around for millions of years. How can we spiritual people live so long, even if the days are longer than the ordinary classes? However, it is true that generations of spiritual kings have been in power for some time in the history of this people, and it is likely that this rumor was spread by some foreigners who do not know the exact truth.” The old man in the white robe smiled lightly and explained a few words.

“It turns out, Han also said that the spiritual world is not the true fairy world, how can there really be more than a million years old.” Han Li nodded with a smile and then walked away with Mo Jane to the other door, led by two other spiritual women.

When the shadow of both disappeared behind the door, he stared at the old man with the shadow of the two, and a smile on his face disappeared.

“Hey, what a world of fairies! Does the boy realize what it is, but there are more than one or two people who are usually asked directly in front of this king.” The old man in white muttered in a low, deafening voice.

Then the old man in white robe suddenly single-handedly pinched, and after his body appeared pale and glorious, the whole person disappeared in place.

After a moment of work, the shadow of the old man in the white robe appeared silently after a milky white light flashed in the void in a pitch-black unified space deep in the belly of this Voling Mountain.

Han glanced at the dark void surrounding him and frowned, but immediately his sleeve suddenly trembled to high altitude.

Suddenly a dozen light balls flew out and hung in the air after a swirling dance.

Then the old man single-handedly pressed, and the light bulbs suddenly dazzled, making the whole space clear and unusual.

At a distance of less than thirty or forty years from the elderly, there is a crystalline ice peak of more than a thousand heights, the surface flashing with silk blue flashes and covered by a giant golden symbol over much of the mountain.

And through the translucent cold ice, you can see a handsome young man in a golden robe at the bottom of the ice peak, unconsciously bound by a chain of tokens.

At his eyebrows, he had a golden pattern that was similar to the shape of the inscription on the ice wall.

The old man in the white robe saw this, without hesitation a few flashing forward, his arm probed and pressed a palm over the ice wall in front of him.

The white light of silk gushed out of his palm. (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.)