A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

A little over time, there were no anomalies in the desert, except for the hot winds that had swept through them.

“How come he hasn't come yet? He didn't play the back drum in the kid and slipped away on the way. In order to prevent the demon from discovering us, we did not send anyone else to spy on them.” A red-haired man in the light finally had some impatience and asked a fat old man beside him a message.

“Don't worry, we've set up this trap and we're sure of it. While it is unclear why the killer pursued and killed these two for so long, previous investigations have shown that the killer has so far had no intention of letting go. As long as it's called a six-wing mortal being a little smarter, it's no problem to bring the demon here.” The fat old man smiled gently and replied with a voice.

“I'm relieved to hear you say that. After all, the murderer is so powerful. This time, in addition to the twelve of us, he laid out a huge array of two poles of heaven and earth, and used the yellow wind map of the town of the blood door. In this way, the treasure and the heavenly and earth formations can refine it alive, so why use us again?” The hairy man nodded and asked curiously.

“The old man is not very clear, but since the chief doers are so solemn, there must be a point. Needless to say, even if this demon can kill three Grand Road Friends at the same time with his own strength, and dare to sacrifice the hundreds of millions of creatures of the mainland with unscrupulous blood, he is entitled to let us treat him like this.” The fat old man said after a slight indulgence.

“I was also somewhat curious as to where this man came from and where he came from. Was he ever hidden somewhere before, or was he a cross-border strong man with other interfaces?” The hairy man asked again if he had thought about it.

“You don't have to think about that. Whatever the origin of this man, and doing these wrathful things, We will not allow the doors to remain in the world. Otherwise, where do we put the face of Zongmen and how do we stand in the bloody sky?” Fat old man touched some chubby chin after, hey hey smile said.

“That's true. However, it was heard that Bishadow of the Hernan Chamber of Commerce, Mrs. Lingyun of Manchushan and Mr. He Da of Sunset Valley were also invited to attend the Exorcism War. If the three of them were Ken, there would be absolutely no more reason for the murderer.” The hairy man blinked and suddenly sighed.

“Hey, as these three people, how could we possibly join forces against each other? Besides, with us here, there's no chance for them to do it.” The fat old man showed a strange response.

The hairy man nodded and gave a slight expression of thought.

At the same time, in a giant city not knowing how far from the desert, in a golden high tower hall, four other grand old people of varying breath were standing together and looking at a white light screen at the center.

The scenery is constantly changing, reflecting every corner of the desert.

One of the four grand multipliers, an old man in a green robe, is Heran.

The other three were a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe, a middle-aged woman in a colorful costume, and an eagle-eyed man in a bloody robe.

All four of them looked at the scene in silence, and the color of God was unusually calm, meaning nothing to talk about.

……

Half a day later, the void broke on the edge of the desert, a crystalline light emerged and, at a near-transient rate of terror, one flashed, one head rushed into the desert.

Nearly following, a seven-color cloud also flashed across the sky, sending a cold male voice from it:

“You really pissed me off this time. I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse trick, so let's end the game today. ”

The voice had just fallen, and the roaring sound in the seven-color cloud turned into a seven-color arc.

As soon as they escaped, a cup of tea took the time to cross nearly half the desert and reach the centre.

The frontal crystalline light revealed a snow-white octopus and a beautiful woman dressed in a silver palace.

As soon as the giant centipede rolled in, it became a white robe young man with a gold and silver spiritual pattern on his face.

The young man looked abnormally pale, and as soon as he appeared, he turned back and looked back.

I saw a thunderbolt in the void behind me, and a thunderbolt appeared, firing at the two stops.

The six-wing pupils shrink, the subconscious body retreats, the cold light flashes behind, and the eight near-transparent wings flash again, to be transformed into giant centipede to continue escaping.

At this point, the heavens and the earth suddenly burst, the earth trembled and an invisible suction burst out of the depths of the earth.

The seven colors of thunderbolt shook, unexpectedly halfway through the air by this force, and revealed a sick and weak young man in a black robe.

It was the real Immortal 'Mary' who was born.

In the desert below, dense and numb colorful columns of light penetrate through the sand and head straight out into the clouds.

As the earth swayed, a super array of laws that could not be seen at the end slowly emerged from the underground, and the noise sounded inside, the dense and numb blood disciples appeared, and at once formed a subtle position, and began to use the power of the super array to read words to trigger the magic instrument in hand.

The sky was bright, and a layer of invisible restraint, like a light gauze, flashed away, and a huge array of light covering the entire sky appeared.

Slowly beneath the direction, an astonishing fluctuation filled the entire void.

The young man in the black robe, in the middle of two vast arrays of law, looks far like an ant.

At that time, the twelve blood-driven birds emerged from the shadow of the sky and, after another blur, appeared around the young man in the black robe.

Far apart, coldly measured.

The young man in the black robe, set in the middle of the sky, was not in the slightest panic in the face of this astonishing sight. Instead, he swept his eyes around him with an abnormally gloomy complexion, a roll of glow on his body and a burst of tears came to pass, and his body was immediately restored to normal.

“You've got a lot of nerve and dare to set me up and ambush me. It looks like you're trying to get me to crash here.” The young man in black laughed in the face of the heavens and the earth and so many multipliers. “Hmph, Your Excellency dared to celebrate hundreds of millions of lives on this continent, and on this day there should be a few predictions.” A massive multiplier covered in the blood of the regiment hummed.

“I did have some anticipation, but I didn't expect you to collude with them. Fine, this hunting game was already tired of playing, and I personally took care of the two of them after I turned you down.” The young man in the black robe looked at the two six-wing men who had quietly retreated far away and said faintly.

“Such a big breath. Looks like he won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. Why talk to this demon? Go ahead!” Another old man in a barefoot soap coat whispered in his eyes.

The voice just dropped, this old sleeve trembled and a clear sound sounded, when a dozen bloody flying swords flew out of the body.

The other great multipliers see this, and each one of them is determined, and all kinds of treasures surge out.

At the same time, two large arrays of sky ground buzzed and countless symbols emerged, slowly spinning.

After condensing, a huge mirror covering the sun was formed.

The mirror is covered in silver, but after a roar, countless silver wire bursts down like rain.

In the legal array on the ground, the group emerged white light, instantly submerged the dense numbness shadow into it, flash, illusion into a huge “seal” word.

The word "seal" takes shape.

The young man in the black robe felt nothing but empty movement, and a fluctuating set of stock laws came around him.

The young man in the black robe smiled in the face of the situation.

The next moment, a horrible smell erupted from it, while a purple gold chain suddenly emerged on the body surface, flashing, all shining brightly.

The whole desert center is dark, and Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi are all funneling wildly towards a certain point.

……

At the edge of the desert, sometime in the middle of the air, an extra masked man, is the superior elder of the bloody gates, Xiao Zhuo.

He stood halfway in the air with his hands upside down, but his face suddenly changed as an extinguishing breath erupted from far away.

“The Great Array of Heaven and Earth can't help but limit this person. It seems impossible not to use that treasure. ”

Xiao Zhui sensed distant burst fluctuations with his mind, some coarse muttering.

As soon as the voice fell, he opened his mouth and sprayed a yellow scroll.

This scroll slips in front of it and slowly expands vertically, revealing a desert topography map.

Desert shape on this graph is typically the same as the desert in front of you.

Xiao Zhuo was just silent with his fingers a little bit of the map in front of him, and suddenly the thing in front of him shivered, and the desert in the painting, which looked like a dead thing, suddenly came to life and crept.

Correspondingly, the entire desert is acting as a strange force, and the surface sand grains are starting to roll in a certain pattern of madness.

“Wind Rises”

Xiao Pluto's law changed and shouted once again in a low voice at the painting in front of him.

At the edge of the desert in the instant diagram, a twist blurred and a hint of pale yellow fog appeared and began to float slowly.

At the same time, the fluctuations in front of Xiao Dynasty came out of thin air and instantaneously turned into a hurricane, more and more, lined up next to each other.

A yellow wind wall that cannot be seen at the top instantly became illusory.

And the same scene emerged simultaneously across the edge of the desert.

“Go."

Xiao Pluto's sleeves trembled without hesitation.

All the windwalls whistled loudly, rolling from all sides toward the heart of the desert, picking up a clump of sand fog and scratching it louder and louder. (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.)