Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

The Wuchao Ghost King dressed up as a scholar, and his hand was clenched into a claw. In the palm of his hand, a black-and-white cage with a palm-sized size appeared, and the electric light flashed and creaked.

At that time, the thirty-six-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword was imprisoned in this cage. It was struggling with madness and slammed into it. No matter how hard it was, it could not break through the cage.

"You are very patient. It took a long time to finally show up." Han did not go to see the flying swords, but asked.

"I have always felt that there is a breath that makes the king very disgusted but quite jealous. It is just that I can’t be sure what it is. I thought it would be on those two people. Now it seems that it should be right for you? , Yes!" Wuchao Ghost Wang looked at Han Li and glanced at it.

"Do you want to say that my evil spirits are thundering, isn't this all in your hands?" Han Li was surprised and asked.

"The power of thunder and lightning is indeed tricky...but it is not enough to make this king jealous. Since the king has practiced so far, what has been seen in the big winds and waves, the monitoring imperials killed by the king do not know how much." Ghost Wang brows and picks up.

In one word, Han Li was born outside.

I saw the void behind it, and suddenly it ripped open a narrow mouth. A thick and incomparable dark mist emerged from it. Countless evil spirits tentacles and scorpion claws suddenly came out and suddenly blocked all the retreats of Han Li. And caught up on him.

Han Li’s body was motionless, and his body’s “Zi Lai” sounded a strange noise. Numerous golden wires rushed out like a layer of gold armor.

When the evil spirits touched the golden wire, they immediately burst into black smoke and shrank back.

Han Li turned around again, raised a punch and slammed into the dark mist.

I saw his body Xuanzang strobe flashing, a bright star above the fist suddenly bloomed, directly reflecting the black fog all over the snow, those dense tentacles like the star burns, have returned to the fog.

Wuchao Ghost Wang saw this, his face showed a smile, one hand controlled the still-struggling green bamboo bee cloud sword, the other hand five fingers bent into claws, a void grip.

Han Li saw that the narrow slit suddenly ruptured, and the dark smoke inside it spread like a tidal wave. At the same time, the figure of the Wuchao ghost king suddenly disappeared and disappeared from the place.

The thick smoke melted into the sky, and Han Li felt that the sky was dark, and it seemed to enter the night, and the surrounding scenes disappeared. Even the Tianshui sect and the ten red robes would kill. Can't hear it.

He frowned and quickly ran the refining of the gods and released his knowledge.

"Oh, it’s a weird quirk! You are a **** of thunder, and you have also practiced refining. The level is not low. It’s a pity that this king is useless... Speaking, this king is more and more sensible to you. Interested." At this time, the voice of the Wuchao ghost king suddenly floated from the surroundings, but it sounded a bit illusory.

“How could this be?” Han’s brow wrinkled and he was amazed.

With the power of refining the gods, it is impossible to detect the exact position of the Wuchao ghost king.

At this moment, a strange wave of volatility emerged in the void around Han Li, and a blood-red glow emerged. Each **** light condensed out a scholarly figure, and all of them were all black and white ghost kings.

Han Li eyes condensed, swept through these Wuchao ghost kings, and found that his body is exactly the same, even the release of the repairs are fluctuating, they are all awesome.

I saw that these dozens of Wuchao ghost kings were moving at the same time, as the scattered flowers of the heavenly women were scattered, and Han Li was completely blocked in the center from all sides.

The blood of his body flashed, and he slammed his hands and screamed in his mouth.

As the sound of the cymbals continued to ring, Han Li began to appear in the void of a group of **** Huaguang, each of which was condensed into a strange shape, like a pattern and a pattern of characters.

After these patterns appeared, they surrounded him from all sides.

The blood of each group of characters was surging, and a head of a evil spirit was condensed. They opened their mouths and opened their mouths silently.

There was a dark red glow in the mouth of the evil spirits, which surrounded the four sides, and Han was enveloped in the center.

Han Li suddenly felt that the body was in a stiff state, and the blood seemed to have suddenly solidified. The movement of all the magical powers and the power of the stars in the body also stagnated.

At the same time, his knowledge of the sea suddenly set off a wave of blood, a **** book of students and walked on the waves, slowly moving towards the depths of his knowledge.

When it passed, the sea was infested with blood and blood, and it was turned into a blood red color.

Han Li was shocked by the heart. Since the cultivation of the refining magic, he was so easily broken into the sea defense line and broke into the depths of the sea.

His spirit is manifested in the sea, full of power to run the refining of the gods, and the blood shadow scholars are far away, the middle of the condensation into a Xiongguan city wall, resisting his constant erosion.

"Do nothing to resist, the king's method of soothing souls, that is, ordinary monk monks can not resist, why are you suffering? Since the left and the right are dead, it is easier to be a happy ghost, is it better? Ok?" said the blood shadow scholar, his hoarse voice constantly echoing in Han Li’s knowledge of the sea.

"Wuchao ghost king, I have something unclear, can you tell me one or two, so that I can make a clear ghost?" Han Li Shen did not answer the question positively, and asked instead.

"If it is someone else, the king will not answer the answer, and read that your soul is so powerful, can help the king to repair and make a breakthrough, then make an exception, and make you understand the ghost." The blood shadow student stopped and replied. .

"The rumor that Wuchao Ghost King has been suppressed in the Heavenly Prison, why did you appear here?" Han Li asked.

"This king thought that you would ask why your refining technique can't resist the king's soul-sounding technique. I didn't expect to ask this. It's really gossip... It's okay to tell you. It's the Lord of the Prison. It was the Taishou Xianzun, who guarded the imperial prison for thousands of years. After he defected to the heavens for some reason, when he fled, he was free to deceive the king and imprisoned him here." Wuchao ghost Wang slightly reminisced Answered.

"It turns out that you still have such a period of time. It is no wonder that the crisis in this tower has been heavy. It seems that we are not looking for treasures. Instead, we have invested in the nets..." Han Li heard a word, a bitter smile in his mouth, but his hands in his sleeves were Constantly embarrassed.

"You only know the secret treasures, but you don't know that the intrusiveness is a dead place. Otherwise, will the king be willing to be in this position for so many years? So even if the king does not kill you, you will not hope to escape this tower for life. This king will help you to get rid of it. At least, I hope to re-enter the reincarnation. To put it bluntly, this king is still too kind. In the end, I have read the sages of the sages, and I have not conscience." Wuchao ghost king sighed and said.

"There is still a question underneath. I don't know if the soul of the soul is stable. Can you stand the evil spirit?" At this moment, Han Li suddenly smiled and asked.

As soon as the voice fell, the whole world was surrounded by the sea, and suddenly the golden light surged. Numerous golden lightnings rushed out from the sea of ​​knowledge, and instantly flooded his entire sea of ​​knowledge.

"Zi Lala..."

A series of electric and blasting sounds resounded through Han Li’s knowledge of the sea. The blood-skinned scholars were drowned in by the tide-like lightning. They disappeared instantly, and the blood-red color around them immediately went backwards and disappeared.

Accompanied by it is the violent shock of Han Li’s boiling sea. Rao is his own. When the gods are hit by the evil spirits, they also feel a sharp tear, and the soul is not damaged.

"咔咔咔"

The heads of the evil spirits that shrouded him were cracked and broken.

Han Liqiang endured the severe pain in his mind, and his eyes swept forward, and he saw that there were dozens of Ukrainian ghost kings in the middle of the palm, and there was a golden light in the center.

He was busy raising his hand and waving in that direction, a silver light then lit up, and the figure of the scorpion flashed out of the silver light and rushed to the other side.

After the figure was swept out, there was no hesitation, and the black light outside the body surface circulated rapidly, and the beast was immediately revealed.

I saw that his eyes became blood red, and his body shape soared, and soon he became a black giant with a height of more than 100 feet.

Its black hair, such as steel needles, is generally vertical, the head is strange, the fangs are exposed, the skin is split above the eyebrows, and the third blood red demon is revealed from it, and the back is three protruding black spurs. Gas is pressing.

The ghost king who suffered from Han Li’s evil spirits and thunderous screams was furious. He did not expect that Han’s three-dimensional energy would have such a powerful evil spirit, but he did not expect that he would release the **** in his own knowledge. Lei Wei can.

He couldn't help but stabilize his knowledge of the gods, and he saw the hit nemesis that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Han Li is taking this opportunity, and his hands are full of swords.

I only heard a thunderous sound bursting into the air. The thirty-six-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword in the hands of the Wuchao ghost king slammed the sword and sent out a burst of swordsmanship. They rushed out and crossed a bright golden light in the air. Han Li.

Han Li looked at the fly to the side, Jinguang some bleak flying sword, busy earning him a good life in the mysterious gourd.

He glanced at the soul who had been killed in the distance with the ghost king. He only felt a blur in front of him, his body squatted and he sat down.

"It seems that the damage is more serious than I thought..."

Han Li’s heart sighed, and the palm of his hand turned over. He took out a medicinal medicine that repaired the soul of the gods.

At present, the strength of the soul is still not fully restored. For the ghost king of the Da Luo level, although there is a natural ability to suppress, but after all, the strength gap is too far, the number of wins and losses is unpredictable.

In addition, the space in which they are now should be the spiritual domain of the Ukrainian Ghost King. The other party has the advantage of the land. He must stabilize the soul as soon as possible to help the soul, and they have more chances.

With this in mind, Han Li will fully consolidate the medicinal herbs, calm down the mood, and adjust the interest.