A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“The younger generation can stand here, and naturally is also a member of the trade alliance. It was ordered by Lord Bishang, the Deacon of Blood Heaven, to come and invite Senior Han to the past.” The cold-blooded woman replied respectfully.

“Bea Shaw? Although this is the first time you have heard of it, since you are the head of the Alliance on this continent, you want to come to the Bloody Heaven and be famous. What can I do for you, Bedo?” Han Li's gaze flashed slightly and asked back.

At this point, how did he not know that he had arrived here, must have been leaked to this side of the world, otherwise how could the other party have "blocked” himself so properly?

“The younger generation doesn't know. Seniors are only ordered to come and invite seniors. Senior Han, if you have any questions, you can personally taste Lord Bishang.” The glamorous woman replied without reflection.

“Hey, Bido asked you to invite me. Didn't you tell me anything else? I'm sure someone in Han will promise to meet you.” Han Li snorted and laughed coldly.

“Before the arrival of the younger generation, Lord Bea gave one to the younger generation to hand over to the younger generation.” After a slight discoloration flashed over the woman's face, she said so.

“One thing? Take it out, let me take a look.” Han Li's eyes narrowed.

“Yes, sir, look.” Cold women shook their sleeves without any hesitation and suddenly pulled a scroll of red blood from it and handed it over with one hand.

Han Li single-handedly stroked, the blood red scroll flashed into his hand, the mind swept up again, brows slightly wrinkle, but did not hesitate to open it.

The open scroll is heralded with an inky picture of the Phantom of the Eight Ghosts.

Eight blue-faced evil ghosts, or claws dancing with their teeth or bones and bones, surrounded by a vague-faced monk, the group seemed to swallow the monk alive and well at the next moment.

Han Li grabbed the diagram of the demon at both ends of the scroll and looked at it unchanged, but his heart was slightly strange. I wondered what that Bishadow meant when he showed himself such a picture.

At this moment, the scroll surface suddenly burst out of blood and rushed straight to Korea.

Han Li slightly flashed, mindfulness instantly swept the blood, and after a slight indulgence, he did not hide, let it sweep his body inside, and flashed into the painting.

It was a shock to see the situation with blood, Zhuguoer and others standing beside it.

After his face changed, Ancestor Flower Stone shook his shoulder and suddenly several black gases erupted from behind, directly illusioned into a dozen long black pythons, and stared fiercely at the cold woman.

If a pair of opponents have a slight other action, immediately drive the appearance of a giant python attack.

“Don't panic, Senior Han is fine. It's just for the sake of secrecy, Lord Bishadow called it into the diagram with a strand of distraction. It will come out in a moment and a half.” The cold-blooded woman swung her hands at Old Flower Stone and said calmly.

“Is that so? If Master Han has any mistakes in it, don't blame him for being ruthless.” Ancestors of flowers and stones will believe and speak loudly.

“If Senior Han doesn't show up after a while, several Daoyou can just find a concubine.” The cold woman smiled and said,

“Brother Hua, the other side is not like lying. We wait for the first class, and with Senior Han's divine talent, even if something does happen, there will be no danger.” Blood flashed for a few moments, then slowly said.

Ancestral Flower Stone thought it was reasonable, which took away the phantom python on his head and stood silent with gloomy complexion.

Jugo on one side, some worried about the ghost map hanging in the air.

At this moment, this strange painting has long been covered in red blood, and the minds of the people involved were immediately rebounded, unable to penetrate into any part of it.

Even from this strange painting, a bloody aura dissipated from it.

The remaining heterosexuals not far from here were all in their hearts. After a few more hasty conversations, they flew away from the place and feared being caught up in it.

The round-faced man who called himself Fang Jin looked at this side with a smile.

At the same time, in a mysterious space in the diagram of the devil, Han Li frowned slightly and looked at an old grey monk sitting in front of him.

From the costume of the monk, Heran was the man in the picture who had been surrounded by the Eight Ghosts.

It's just that the monk is motionless at this moment, like a wooden carving.

The monks are here. Where is the devil?

Han Lixin turned his mind and his eyes swept away.

There are thick, serum-colored mists all around the place that are no more than ten lengths away.

In the blood gas surge, there is a hint of silk Yin Qi coming out of it, and the mindfulness is slightly touched, as if touching a strange cold object as one sinks.

Han Li's face flashed with a hint of surprise.

At this point, a loud roar came from the blood mist, and then the fog burst out of it eight dozen tall devils.

All these demons were naked, underneath the skin of the animal, the body was covered with strange ghost prints, the head was born with strange horns, and as soon as the fog came out, they immediately surrounded Han Li regiment.

“Bea Movie Daoist, what does this mean?” Han Li's face sank and suddenly turned to the monk in front of him and said coldly.

“Oh, how did Han Daoyou know someone was here?” The monk's body trembled slightly, his eyes really opened, his eyes were abnormally cloudy, as if he was still awake.

“Daoyou joked, Han, although the advanced multiplier didn't last long, how could this mindful mailing technique not have been seen before? I thought that Daoyou would light up the magic apparatus and let Daoyou Shifa get into it because there was something hidden to discuss. Seeing these ghosts now seems a little different.” Han Li faintly said.

“Don't get me wrong, Han Daoyu. It is true that there are some things to tell when I summon Daoyou in, but it is important that the old age first verify whether Daoyou really deserves to know about it. These eight illusioned Yellow Springs Ghost King, although not strong, the manipulated Yellow Springs Pluto wind is the authentic original of the goods, the normal practitioner will melt bone into shady water as soon as it is contaminated with a little bit. Even if the average Grand Channel buddy touches this thing, he can only retreat one or two and don't dare barge in. As long as Daoyou is free to come and go in the Yellow Springs shadow wind, and can persist for a moment without any treasure apparatus, even if he has passed our test. Afterwards, when he is old, he will surely pay for his sins with tea and tell the truth about everything. If you can't do it, old age can only send street friends to draw pictures when everything has never happened.” The monk said with no expression.

Almost at the same time, after eight demons shouted, a large mouth, dark as ink gushed out of the wind, turned into a huge wind wall blocked the nearby void a harsh and solid, and rolled straight towards Han Li.

“Yellow Springs Pluto, stay inside for a minute without any magic tricks! It's not enough, it's underestimated.” Han Li looked at the rolling shadow and his eyes flashed with surprise, but immediately said nothing.

“Boom” sound.

In the absence of Han Li's pinching technique, the moment the black wind rolled in front of him, the body surface suddenly appeared a layer of golden glow.

Those far away places where the dark winds are, they are set in place by these golden lights, and they can no longer be divided.

“It turns out that it's very clever. But Daoyou didn't take it too lightly. This Yellow Springs Yin wind is strong, weak, but not only powerful.” The monk saw the situation, his pupils slightly shrunk, but his mouth continued without expression.

“Really? If this Yellow Springs Yin wind is so weird, Han will be happy to see it for a while.” Han Li looked at the black shadow not far away and said lightly.

The moment his voice fell, the wind suddenly burst out of the wind with an incredible amount of power.

As soon as the golden light emitted from the Korean 3D touched this enormous force, it was squeezed backwards and backwards in a strange noise of "gabbing”.

Han's gaze flashed even though it only retracted about half a foot and was resisted by the glowing golden light.

“These Yellow Springs Yin Feng fruits are really interesting, I'm collecting some for research, Daoist won't mind.” Han Li suddenly said so.

“Oh, my friend, if you really have such great magic, just take these shadows away. This thing, the husband has it.” The monk was surprised to hear the words, but immediately replied with a low laugh.

“That's what Daoyou said, Han is welcome.” Han Li smiled slightly, single-handedly.

“Pfft," Han Li's golden halo flashed behind him, condensing a three-headed and six-armed golden phase out by emptiness.

This law is more than a dozen tall, full of countless golden symbols, and emits an astonishing light that cannot be seen directly. As soon as it emerges, the six arms are lifted, and the words are read in the mouth.

“Boom," the six groups of golden light balls flashed in the palm of his hand and ejected in a wild surge, instantly gathering together in front of Han to become a huge golden swirl.

“Close”

Han Li had a finger to flush the vortex a little empty, and his mouth had a few stiff screams.

The whirlpool burst out loud, with countless golden symbols floating out of it, while several strands of suction swept out.

something astonishing happened.

Those seemingly fierce shadows, after touching the suction force in the vortex, were as if they had come across a breath of Kersung's downward wind column.

A few black wind columns rolled without entering the golden vortex, as if Wanchuan had returned.

The big black wind wall, when you look around, is all sucked up, there is not much left.

Even the eight demons who were so desperate to throw up the black wind, pulled by this suction, could not stand steadily approaching the golden swirl, looking like they could not escape. (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.)