A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“Who knows, maybe he had a plan a long time ago, and there was actually an exact coordinate of a lost interface, maybe just something that happened and accidentally escaped into it. But that traitor was so easily able to escape our nine-dollar chase with treasure, and apparently someone was behind it. Otherwise, he would never dare to defeat his instincts with a hundred points of courage.” The Dark-Faced Taoist seemed to have something in mind, if anything.

“There's nothing to guess. Most of the people behind this are the ones who personally stopped your grandmaster.” The woman laughed coldly.

The black-faced Taoist nodded, apparently thinking the same thing.

“Well, things like your master and grandfather are not something that you and I can get into. I would like to know more if there is a way to get people to the lost interface, which disciples will be sent down in the view. Leaving the nephew, you're interested.” The woman in purple suddenly asked with a smile.

“Uncle is joking! How can my nephew fix this? However, it should not be unlikely that the brothers and sisters, who are generally unable to do so, will be able to do so. The traitor, who was once among the top disciples of the same rank in the view, now appears to be unsafe in the lower realm, but cannot be prevented from deliberately causing fraud. And it would not be a good thing if it were truly suppressed in the lower realm. Describe that there should be an unusually strong presence in that realm. If the ordinary disciple goes down, if the mind plan is not enough, and it will definitely deter the strong in this realm, and do it smoothly.” Black-faced Taoists shook their hands.

“Oh, according to you, that would only be one of those disciples who often walk outside. Sincerely, Wu Shinephew are the top of the list, it should be a very likely candidate.” The woman in purple said with a smile.

“Brother Zhou, Brother Wu, a steady and calm man, a witty man, are indeed good candidates, but they are a little worse than the other.” The black-faced Taoist's eyes flashed with a slightly different statement.

“Another person, you mean…” The Purple Lady listened.

“Uncle Ma doesn't know yet, Brother Ma has broken through the wall.” The black-faced Taoist said slowly.

“What, Marlene? What's the end of the punishment? I didn't get a single message.” The woman in purple had heard that the smile on her face had completely disappeared.

“My nephew also met a Kannaka brother outside a few days ago before he found out about the news. There are actually not many people who know about it now. With Brother Ma's modus operandi and means, it is very likely that Brother Ma will be sent to shoulder this burden.” The black-faced Taoist said.

“Well, that's not necessarily true. Mary's strength is good, but she's a little overzealous. In that year, just to refine a treasure, blood sacrificed hundreds of millions of spirits of a small country in the lower realm, not knowing how much trouble this concept caused. Had it not been for your grandmaster, his gift, and his dedication to this concept several times, it would never have ended in 10,000 years alone. I'm afraid putting it back on a lost interface that no one else can interfere with will cause even greater harm.” The woman in purple said coldly.

“Uncle Shifu also makes sense. But don't forget how important that thing in the hands of the traitor is to the concept and the master ancestor. I'm afraid the master will let the traitor be captured by the lower realm just because this object can be repeated.” Black-faced Taoist said with a smile.

“With the old guy's nature, that's a real possibility. If it is true that Mary's lower realm, even if it is fixed as a magic force, it will be suppressed, but by its means, it is a matter of stability to retrieve that thing. Forget it. You and I didn't mix this up. You're just a little deacon disciple, and I'm just a famous palace master. But whichever underground boundaries you send, I'm afraid you'll have to ask your master's permission. Maybe something will change by then. But if you do have accurate information about the traitor's interface, don't forget to tell the palace.” The woman in purple thinks about it and says so.

“Yes, my nephew will do his best.” The Dark-Faced Taoist respectfully replied.

“Anything else, if not, I'm off to rest.” The woman in purple asked if she could. “To be here today is to inform you of this and nothing else. My nephew quit first.” The black-faced Taoist heard the rumor and got up immediately to say a gift.

The woman in purple just nodded and seemed completely disinterested in speaking.

Then a black-faced Taoist turned around and walked towards the gate.

As soon as his legs stepped out of the door, the space fluctuated together and the whole person disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the black-faced Taoist only felt bright in front of him and reappeared on the grass itself. The tree flowers around him were still as old. There was no shadow of a palace or a woman in purple clothes but an empty space behind her.

The black-faced Taoist swept his eyes behind him and lifted his legs without hesitation, walking back down the courtyard path when he arrived.

After a cup of tea, a dragon barked in front of the giant palace door of the Jinhan Immortal Palace. A blue ice rose again, and after a few flashes, it disappeared after the peaks.

At the same time, in the hall of mystery, the woman in purple still sat on the chair and sank. After a while, she spoke to herself with a cold smile:

“Lost interface, Ma Liang, Jiao Jiao, this is fine...”

The woman spoke of the backward voices gradually becoming less and less audible, and after a roll of body glow, a blurred disappearance of her body.

……

Spiritual realm, in a forbidden area of Voldemort Mountain.

The old man in white robes, Han Li, Mo Jian Leaving, and blood combustion are all present, standing in front of a huge array of laws.

With its acreage size, it not only depicts gold and silver spiritual prints, but also has hundreds of pieces of fine crystal stones embedded in dense numbness in various corners.

Further behind, eight combined spiritual clans stood there respectfully, including bald men.

Han Li and other dry people mostly looked at each other, quietly measuring the huge law formation, only the old man in white looked up at the sky, holding on to one side of the legal dish, fingers uncertain, as if calculating something.

“It's almost time. Now is the right time to go.” The old man in the white gown moved and his fingers stopped to say.

“Well, Mo, some people are not polite.” Mojan walked past Falun Front, shocked by the news.

Han Li followed suit after a slight smile.

But the old man in the white robe looked deeply at them and said a few more words in the tone of an admonition:

“The returned spatial coordinates were set by all the Taoists themselves. If Shura's heart is crushed by then, he can return to the spiritual realm by himself. But let me remind you, a few of you can't wait until all the energy is really gone before you do it. Without the energy of Shura's heart, you may be permanently left in the realm of Xiao Shura. ”

“Thank you Brother Ling for reminding us that Mo will be careful.” Mojan left to stand in the fraternity, smiling back after the divine color moved.

Han Li also expressed some gratitude for his usual arching hand at the elderly.

Blood flames, after laughing loudly, also walked past with black scales, and as soon as he entered the Pharaoh, turned his head and asked the elderly:

“Ling Daoyou, just give it to my brother. But when we get back with this thing, Daoist won't suddenly regret it again, will he? ”

“Don't worry, Brother Mo, how can you destroy the promise if you want the silk of light to be very useful?” The old man in the white robe replied faintly, not angry.

“Just have a friend.” Blood flamed with a satisfied expression, and after shaking his shoulder, he appeared beside Han Li and Mo Jian.

The old man in the white robe no longer hesitated to do anything. He flashed his hand and a white light emitted from it. After flashing, he did not enter the formation without trace.

The giant Falun Front buzzed loudly and a roll of gold and silver glitter emerged, while countless runes emerged from those crystals.

a rumbling sound!

Han Li and others, just glistened away in the legal battle.

The old man in the white robe did not blink and stared at the center of the Pharaoh until the people really disappeared, but thought about it and turned to the eight spiritual Holy Spirits to say:

“Listen up, you guys. From now on, take turns watching this array. Submit it to me as soon as there's anything unusual. ”

“Yes, Lord Ling!” The eight combined spiritual peoples naturally echoed each other.

The old man nodded, his big sleeve trembled, and suddenly a roll of white light broke into a rainbow.

The remaining eight spiritual tribes were negotiated after which each of the six left behind only a bald man and another merging spiritual tribe.

Neither of them were polite enough to sit on their knees in the same place. After closing their eyes, they each released a huge mindset and put a whole layer of law formation under it.

In such a situation, the giant formation cannot conceal the ears and eyes of the two men without any impropriety.

And the two Holy Spirits are closing their eyes, and the breath gradually stabilizes and slows down, and they are actually in the process of being set.

……

Han Li shook his head before realizing that some of the heavier heads had relaxed a bit.

The discomfort of this transmission, he hasn't experienced it in a long time.

This, of course, is because this transmission is truly a rare transboundary transmission, and even with its powerful power, it cannot be truly unusual.

When Han Li completely regained consciousness, his natural head swept away.

There is a white tree surrounded by a bowl of thick mouth, and on the ground all kinds of low bushes, weeds and other things are interwoven, but the branches all have some scorched yellow shriveling, giving people a somewhat desolate feeling.

However, the trace of Mojan's departure and blood-burning, among others, is nowhere to be seen.

Han Li's color silk remains unchanged!

In this case, he and Mojan had some expectations and made arrangements long before they arrived.

He immediately looked up at the sky and his complexion slightly changed.

Forget about last night! The manuscript was written overnight because at the end of the night it was in the wrong place, and it was all reimbursed, and after a long time no recovery solution was found, I had to rewrite it. Khan, it seems that most of the new chapter and the original chapter are different. After writing, I won't say a word to myself!) (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.)