Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

There are more than two hundred people who landed here with Han Li, most of them are human races, and some of them look like aliens, and among these people there are a few mortals.

In fact, these people are not really ordinary mortals, but like the refining spirits of the spiritual world, they are taking the path of tempering the body and promoting the force.

The people walked inward along the ferry mountain road, and walked in through the tall doorway to a very spacious hall.

The hall was very empty and there was almost no furnishings. Only a three-foot-long rosewood case was placed in the corner of the hall. There was a incense burner on it, and it was bubbling with smoke.

Through the thin layer of smoke, Han Li saw the rear of the case on the Taishi chair, sitting on a purple-haired purple robe old man, his eyes were slightly stunned, his head was slightly light, and he could not see it. Meditating in meditation, or closing your eyes.

It is a Mahayana monk who observes his body as a breath.

Just when Han Li’s gaze was moving from his body, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him with a gaze.

At the same time, Han Li’s heart suddenly sounded an old voice:

"This predecessor, you have both a true fairyland and a deliberate suppression to the level of the fit, why not ask more questions. But as you step into our candlesticks, we must abide by the rules of our candlesticks. ""

"I want to hear the details." Han Li looked at the old man and replied with a voice.

The other party’s polite words, but with warning words, did not feel that there was anything wrong with it, but it was a bit embarrassing in the heart. Why can the other party see through his own cultivation with the power of the Mahayana period?

"My candle dragon has its own tolerance to the outside monks. This predecessor can rest assured. Only the Taoist friends must remember that as a true fairy, they must not intervene in worldly disputes, and must not disturb the order of mortals, and must not kill mortals." The purple robe old man said.

"Thank you for your advice, it is reasonable to do so." Han Li heard the words and returned directly.

"Then I wish the seniors all the best." The old purple robes saw this, and the tone was a bit polite.

Han Li nodded slightly, and then turned around and walked out with the other people from the temple door on the other side of the hall.

Beyond the temple door is a very wide white square with many strange animal cars parked on it. It can run between the mountains and the sky, mainly for those who repair the human body.

On the farther side of the mountain, it is covered with a layer of white frost like a jade belt, reflecting the glare in the morning sun.

After entering the ancient cloud continent, Han Li clearly found that the temperature here is much lower than the previous ridiculous mainland and other places, and the climate is also more cold and humid.

He was a little bit in the same place, and he looked up for a moment, turned his wrists, took out a jade slip, and put his knowledge into it.

Within this jade, it is the trace map that he exchanged in the impermanent alliance. At this moment, although the terrain presented in the map is still only a part, it is obviously more than when he was in the black wind sea. It’s going to be a lot more detailed.

What is obviously different from the previous one is that there is a very conspicuous red line in the map at this time. Starting from the eagle crossing where Han Li is located, it leads directly to the northeast direction and is called “White Mountain City”. The place.

According to the situation shown on the map, this city of Baiji is in the territory of a country called Baiyouguo, and there is still a long way to go.

For the sake of stability, he intends to hurry at the speed of his current fit as a monk, and it will take about ten days.

Unlike the ridiculous continent, the ancient cloud continent is rich in the aura of the heavens and the earth, or the spirit of the spread, far beyond the former, so the Zongmen faction here is naturally much more than the former, the danger along the way. Naturally, it is much smaller.

After determining the direction, Han Li put up the jade slip, and the whole body turned into a streamer and rushed into the sky.

So when it was about seven or eight days, when it was passing through a dense snow-covered mountain forest, Han Li suddenly changed his mind, and the whole person immediately hovered in the air, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

Just in the moment, he suddenly made a slight change in the depths of his soul, and he even felt the breath of the green bamboo bee cloud sword and the crab.

However, the induction of both is very weak, if not his spirit is strong enough, otherwise it will not be noticed.

After he was slightly indulged, his eyes swept down and then flew straight toward a hidden snow valley.

After falling into the valley, Han Li flew in the shape of a mountain, jumping in a quiet valley, and finally stopped on a very flat boulder deep in the valley.

He waved his sleeves and wiped out the snow on the boulder. He sat down on his knees and looked at him with both eyes. His hands swung in front of him and his mouth snorted.

In the sea of ​​his knowledge, the waves of the sea are surging, and if there is a connection between the gods and souls, such as the same thin silk thread, they swim in the void, follow the weak connection and search for the green bamboo bee cloud sword and the crab. trace.

However, just as his heart and soul became more and more clear, the sacred silk thread that swam in the void suddenly broke off, and even the original faint sensation of the soul was completely cut off. It seems that It was deliberately isolated by others.

His brows are slightly stunned, his hands are changing, and he is fully motivated to find the sense of the wire.

However, after a while, he reluctantly opened his eyes and spread his hands, sighing and sighing: "It seems that I want to find you back, I am afraid it is not so easy..."

After this incident, Han Li felt a little lost. He simply sat quietly in the quiet valley for a long while. After sorting out his thoughts, he re-flyed and flew away in the direction of Bailucheng.

Three days later.

A white city that stands at the intersection of two rivers on the plain, a blue figure hangs out and falls from the sky.

His body is tall, his forehead is convex, his face is a circle of bearded beard, his face looks a bit rough, his eyes are very bright, but it seems a little bit different.

This person is naturally Han Li after disguise.

Before entering the city, he changed his face with the mask of the imperial alliance. This time, he simply suppressed the breath and walked into the Baicheng City with a mortal appearance.

There is no snow near Baiyun City, but the temperature is also a bit cold. There are not many pedestrians coming and going at the gate of the city. Most of them are wearing thick cotton coats.

There are also a group of people stationed on both sides of the city gate. Most of them are monks in the base period. They do not have too many checks on the people who come and go. It seems that they are only responsible for maintaining order.

At first, Han Li felt a little strange, but soon he understood it.

This Baiyun City is just a remote small town in Baiyou. Most of the life is ordinary mortal. Therefore, most of the management is more secular.

After entering the city, Han Li looked at the map inside Yujian.

The logo in this picture is more clear and detailed, and leads him directly to a restaurant in the east of the city.

Along the road in the city, Han Li saw the banner and wine of the restaurant in a street that was not prosperous.

When I walked to the door of the restaurant, Han Li smelled the strong taste of a mortal brewed grain wine. Perhaps because of the long time, I felt that there was some deviation from the memory.

I remember when I was young, when I came to my home, Lao Zhang brought some earthen shochu. At the dinner table, I had a poor meal at the farmhouse. I always had to drink some with my father.

When he was young, he didn't drink it. Every time he smelled it, he felt a little snoring.

Thinking of this, Han Li was slightly disoriented, and then some self-deprecating shook his head, striding across the threshold and entering the restaurant.

This time period, according to the secular habits, has passed the lunch time, but has not yet reached dinner time, coupled with the relatively remote street, the tables and chairs in the store are mostly empty, only two idlers sitting against the wall Next to a table and chair, eating salted peanuts and drinking a small wine, licking his mouth.

A man with a towel on his shoulder saw Han Li coming in, and quickly showed a familiar smile and greeted him.

He hadn't had time to speak, and his shoulders were pulled and moved to the side.

"This is an old acquaintance, I will say hello, you will be busy with you." A bloated middle-aged man came out from behind him and said with a smile.

"What old acquaintance? I don't have any impression."

The guy looked at the fat shopkeeper and greeted Han Li on the second floor. He couldn’t help but scratch his head and secretly groaned a few words. Then he stretched out and leaned against a stool to steal.

Han Li said nothing to follow the fat shopkeeper stepping on the second floor of the "squeaky" wooden ladder, entering the innermost corridor of the corridor.

As soon as he entered the door, the fat shopkeeper gave up half of his body and let Han Li enter the house. He turned himself back to the door.

Then, I saw that I reached out and waved in the void, and a layer of faint Huaguang immediately lit up on the inner wall of the room, and isolated the sound inside.

"Daoyou, please sit down."

After doing all this, the fat shopkeeper probed a "please" posture, and the smile on his face gradually converges.

Han Li immediately sat down and glanced around, and found that the surrounding isolation method was not very clever. If his level of monks had a heart to explore, he could also peek out ten miles away.

However, the location here is relatively remote, this is not to attract attention, but it is the best hidden.

"Do you have a token on the friend of the road? Can you take it out and let it be verified?" The fat shopkeeper sat down opposite Han Li and said to the door.

Han Li heard the words, and the words were turned over. The jade slip that recorded the mission and the traced map was taken out and placed directly on the desktop in front of him, pushing it toward the fat shopkeeper.

After the latter took over, he closed his eyes and probed, and nodded and said:

"There is no problem with the tokens. It seems that you should be a Taoist friend."