Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

Time passes by, and the sunset falls in the distant sky. The top of the peak is reflected by the sun, like the golden dome Buddha light, reflecting the radiance of 10,000.

There are nearly a hundred people standing on the square in the top of the peak. Among them, there are dozens of monks at the level of the Great Luojing. Among them, 16 are the patriarchs of the 16th Nationality, and the remaining few are among the former 100. The most powerful leader of several tribes.

In addition to them, the rest of the people are among the younger generations of their respective ethnic groups. The most talented and **** people, and only these people, can experience the ancient mountain road test and climb the summit.

Among them, there are more than a dozen people in the mixed ethnic group, and there are at least a few people in the mountain, and only Yuan Shanbai is one.

The mixed ethnic group is the main descendant of Luo Yi, one of the eight great spiritual kings. Its ethnic group is very strong, and its comprehensive strength is even stronger than that of the Yingma family. It is an extremely powerful party in the wilderness.

The current patriarch is a tall, middle-aged man dressed in an embroidered purple gown with a draped, black-skinned armor on his face, bulging his muscles and looking full of explosive power.

His facial features are very ugly, his face seems to be attached to a layer of plate armor, there are raised spikes everywhere, a wide mouth is like a scorpion, and there are purple shorts under the jaws, like a steel needle. It is quite fortitude.

And its body is even more powerful, comparable to the late monks of Da Luo.

At this moment, his gaze was sweeping across the square, and there was a glimpse of doubt in his eyes. After hesitating, he came to the middle of the square and walked towards the one standing in the middle.

The man was dressed in a white robes, handsome and handsome, and the atmosphere was even more extraordinary. It was the real spirit of Wang Baize.

"Wang, the barbaric people have gathered together, and there should be no more climbers on the ancient roads of the eight ruins. Why don't you start the **** meeting?" asked the patriarch.

"No hurry, wait for another person, almost will come." Bai Ze looked at Xiao Bai, who had just turned around, and said.

The voice just fell, and at the northern edge of the square, there was a repression and low embarrassment. A spider-like figure jumped from the mountain wall and fell on the square.

It is natural that Han is not someone else.

He used the power of Tianzhu and the blood of the real spirits. He also used the time rule as an aid. After spending three hours, he finally reached the summit.

Xiao Bai saw Han Li, who was bathed in the golden light on the top of the mountain, and immediately ran towards it.

Liu Leer on the other side was also happy, and immediately greeted him.

Han Li’s body flashed, and the three-headed and six-armed shape disappeared completely and returned to its original state.

But the strange image that he changed before has fallen into the eyes of other people, and the strange atmosphere contained in his body has also been noticed by everyone.

The long-browed old man who moved the mountain Yi people only had a slight eye, but there was not much accidental color, and the patriarchs of the other ethnic groups were not calm.

"It's the Terran... Why can the Terran climb our holy mountain?" A tall man with a purple face and a short face looks like a leopard. The middle-aged man with black shredded wings is the first to speak. The tone is full of anger. .

It is the patriarch of the Feitian Panthers. This family is also a descendant of the **** scorpion, but it is not as pure as the Yiwu family. It is a partial support that is produced by an ancestor of the Yiwu family.

Although they are also one of the 16 nationalities, they are always shorter than the Yiwu people.

"How can he have a real spirit in his body, more than one?" Another stubborn man in the first person shouted loudly, and the two wings behind him couldn’t help but open slightly, and the wings creaked. There is actually a silver wire wound.

This person is one of the 16th National Wilderness, the patriarch of the silver-winged Lei Peng family.

Among the remaining 16 priests, half of them are horrified, and one wants to kill Han Li and then quickly.

Among the Qing dynasty, a white-faced old man with a sturdy shape saw the sneer and did not speak.

He is the patriarch of the Qing Dynasty, and is one of the few 16 patriarchs who know the identity of Han Li in advance.

The celebration and the celebration were standing behind them, and they looked at Han Li with resentment.

Bai Ze looked at the anger of everyone, and could not help but frown.

"The patriarchs are a little bit sloppy, this Han Lidao friend is specially invited to watch the ceremony." Lichma standing behind him immediately met, and first came to the public and Han Li, and announced.

When everyone heard this, it was quiet in an instant. Although the doubts in the heart were difficult to remove, no one asked again.

"You rest assured that this Han Daoyou is a friend of our very wild people. It is he who found the ancient blood of the Eight Kings of the ancients, and escorted back all the way." Lichma continued.

"It turned out to be him..." Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Obviously, some of Han Li’s deeds have already spread in the wild and true spirits.

Han Li’s reaction to everyone was not surprising. His eyes swept over the square. When his eyes fell on the people of the Yiwu people, his eyes could not help but stagnate.

I saw the front of the Qiang people, standing with a tall, gray-faced youth with a white face, dressed in a white gold-colored brocade robes, with his hands behind him, looking at him with a smirk.

Han Li certainly recognized at a glance that this person was the guy who tried to rob him Dao Dan that year, and the latter also recognized him at the same time.

In the hearts of the two people, they came up with a thought: it’s really a narrow road...

When Han Li’s line of sight shifted again, his gaze fell on the Tianhu people. He found that in addition to the few people who had climbed up before, there was a familiar figure in the crowd.

Fox's gaze met Han Li's line of sight and nodded to each other. Before he could contact each other, Han Li was stopped by Lichma and led to the center of the square.

"I have seen the real spirit king." Han Li held a fist and gave a gift to Bai Ze.

The latter smiled and nodded. He glanced at the sky in the west, and saw the dark blue sky. There were many stars on it, and a faint glow was released.

"Time is just right, the ceremony can be ready to begin." Bai Ze nodded and said.

The heads of the various ethnic groups heard the words and immediately reorganized the tribes and gathered them in the square.

Bai Ze came to the front of the crowd and looked at everyone. He said:

"The **** meeting of today is a rare event that I have been ridiculous for thousands of years. The reason why I have never held it in the past, many reasons can not be told. Now the whole fairyland chaos is gradually rising, I am afraid that it has already reached the end of the year. The world is robbed, and I am very ruined by the people, and it is also a flood."

Everyone heard this saying, and there were many doubts and puzzles. Only the heads of various ethnic groups suddenly changed their minds. Obviously, it is not too much to know that the true spirit Wang Moyu left the prophecy.

Han Li is naturally unaware of this, but in the past few years, Xianyu’s general changes have been somewhat scented, so it is better to understand Bai Ze’s words than some of the juniors in the wild.

The general trend of the world changes, only when the wind begins, even when it is not up, people who are aware and prepared can not be passively wrapped up in the wind and thunder, but can stand proud.

Xiao Bai stood on the side of Han Li. Although he couldn’t understand what it was, he knew that it was the prophecy left by the ink eye, and he was particularly serious.

"Today is just a **** sacrifice, open the wild temple, open the blood of Shura, the vacant eight kings have been vacant for a long time, it is time to summon them back, reinventing the wild glory." Bai Ze continued, eyes There was a little golden light shining in it.

"The eight kings return to their place and rebuild their glory!"

"The eight kings return to their place and rebuild their glory!"

......

In a few short sentences, the passion of the wild people was instantly ignited, and they were screamed and shouted.

Han Li heard this statement, and there was a little doubt in his heart. Could it be that this **** conference is a kind of ritual ritual to summon the remaining missing true spirit king?

"The sixteen abandoned people, what are the **** people of all ethnic groups?" Bai Ze shouted.

Among the British and Malaysian families, Lichma first came out, his chest was tall and high, and he stood in front of the queue.

In the Tianhu family, Liu Leer also took a light step and came to the front of the tribe.

Then, among the Qing dynasty, the celebration also stepped out and came to the forefront. The fangs that had been interrupted by Han Li before, I don’t know how to get it, it looks as if it was.

Among the Yiwu people, they walked out of the white-haired youth with a sullen face, holding their arms in their arms and standing in front.

In the mixed family, there is a tower giant horse dressed in black scales. Its face is like a wild boar, and its lips are convex. Among them, there are three pairs of white teeth, which are like a hook. It looks quite fierce.

Among the silver-winged Lei Peng people, a silver-haired, high-profile, bare-chested youth came out. There was a golden lightning trace on the eyebrows. There were two wings on the back. The above seemed to be entangled with electric wires, and creaked from time to time.

Moving the mountain Yi people, the little white donkey also went to the front and looked over to Han Li.

Standing in front of Han Li’s white, he hesitated and looked up at Han Li.

Han Lichong smiled and nodded. Xiaobai left his side and came to the front of the team.

The people of the eight ethnic groups are considered to be descendants of the direct bloodlines of the ancient eight kings. As for the other eight ethnic groups, such as the Tongtian rat, the hundred dragons, the bones, the snakes, the arm, and the like, all belong to the side blood.

Each of them also has one person who acts as a companion.

"All the **** people, enter the temple with me, the rest stay on the square, waiting for the law to open." Bai Ze ordered.

"Follow the king's sacred order." The crowd shouted.

After all, Bai Ze turned and walked toward a circular stone temple behind the square. Liqima and others followed and walked toward the stone temple.

"You also entered the temple." At this time, Bai Ze suddenly stopped and turned to look at Han Li and said.