Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

After Fang Wei’s station was set, the wrist flipped and the palm of the hand flashed, adding a palm-sized gold medal.

The medals are well-written and the material is exactly the same as those of the metal squares.

As he whispered a few times in his mouth, the other hand slammed, and all the lines on the golden medal suddenly lit up, and a golden light shot from it, falling on the rear wall, on a metal square.

The square banned the aura, and released the Huaguang, which was like a wave of water. Then a metal box of the size of a common makeup box was removed from the wall and flew into the hands of Fang Fang.

He pressed the metal medal on the square box, and the golden light on the square box suddenly appeared, and a spherical mask emerged and enveloped it.

Han Li's eyes swept over, and he saw the golden runes on the mask constantly flashing, like a golden dragon, surrounded by uncertainties, from which there was a very strange atmosphere.

However, after a while, the spherical mask suddenly received, and the golden light immediately followed.

The square box slowly flew back into the square on the wall, and the flash of light flashed and was re-blocked, leaving only the metal medal suspended in midair.

Throughout the process, the square box was never opened.

It can be seen that although this person is a deacon of the temple, he can't open these square boxes with secrets. What he can do is just copy the contents of the secret.

Fang Hao picked up Han’s elder token and put it together with the metal medal. He sneaked a few secret spells in his mouth.

The two things flashed at the same time, and then they went out again.

"Well, the merit points in the token have been deducted. The spirit card has also recorded your blood, and then only you can view the recorded methods. Remember, don't try to copy the content, otherwise The consequences are at your own risk." Fang Hao handed over the two tokens and warned.

"So, I would like to thank you for your elders." Han Li reached out and nodded.

Just then, another person outside the hall stepped in and shouted at Fang Fang: "Fang Shixiong."

"Oh, it turned out to be Gu Shidi, but I haven't seen you in some days. What happened here today?" Fang Hao was obviously familiar with the other party and smiled.

Han Li saw it and gave it a slight sigh.

This seemingly ordinary scene, in his opinion, is somewhat difficult to understand. The man named Gu is clearly a true fairyland monk. What is the name of the monk who is the master of the Mahayana?

Fang Wei seems to have noticed the unusualness of Han Li, and the face flashed inadvertently.

"Since the elders have a visit, they will leave now." Han Li said this and immediately said goodbye.

"Well, let the elders go slowly. If there is anything else needed today, you can come back at any time." Fang Hao nodded and seemed to say profoundly.

Han Li had some inexplicable touch on his chin, and after a slight nod to the two, he turned and went.

Out of the temple, he originally planned to return directly to Chihwa-dong, but suddenly thought of something, then turned to the nearby Temple.

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The Puling Valley, located on the western edge of the Zhongming Mountains, is a giant trumpet-shaped valley formed by two side-by-side mountain ranges extending to the south.

Because in this valley, there is a kind of Pu Lingcao with a little reunion of the heavens and earth, and it is named "Pu Ling Valley".

Due to this characteristic of Pu Lingcao, it is often used to make futons for meditation. For low-level monks, the ability to possess such a futon for cultivation can also increase the speed of cultivation.

Of course, the Pu Lingcao in this valley belongs to Zongmen. It is forbidden to discern the disciples from picking. The offenders will be severely punished.

Having said that, this valley is also a special place for Candle Dragon Road. Every ten years of internal door trials, the outside disciples of the election will usually be gathered here, and then the elders will be unified. Take it to the snow forest and other places.

However, after each trial, only a very small number of people were lucky enough to pass, becoming an enviable inner disciple of the crowd. More people are not dead in the cruel trial process, or they are scarred and go back to be an ordinary Outside disciple.

Since every foreign disciple has only one chance to participate in trials throughout his life, once he fails, it means that if there is no special chance, he will never become an inner disciple.

In fact, most of these foreign disciples come from all over the world, and their qualifications are not bad. They can also be regarded as proud in their respective power families. Otherwise, even the outside disciples of the candle dragons cannot be selected.

After the failure of the internal door trial, naturally, they were not willing to give up the Xiuxian Avenue. So most people chose to sign the contract in the Puling Hall, waiting for the arrival of the true fairy in the Candle Dragon Road, and hope to become theirs. Servant.

After all, it can become a servant who has a true immortal. In the eyes of these people, nature is an indescribable opportunity for nature, and its identity naturally differs greatly.

If you get the appreciation of the true immortality and give some chance to make a difference, it is not entirely impossible for him to directly break into the internal disciples.

Only the vast majority of true immortals have already had their own servants, and most of them have chosen from the families of their own families. There are very few people who choose to servants in the Puring Valley. Of course, if they are excellent women, they are selected. The odds will be relatively large.

Even so, every time there is news of the arrival of the true immortal, it will still attract a large number of disciples to compete and come across this luck.

At the moment, the people in the Puling Valley were swaying, their voices were noisy, and thousands of people gathered in a dense manner, and people continued to come toward the mouth of the valley.

Because not long ago, a deacon of the Puling Hall released a message saying that there were some real people who came here to pick a servant, so many foreign disciples who heard the news gathered here.

On both sides of the valley, there are a lot of grasses made up of thick green stems, like sword-shaped emerald green grasses, which are more than a hundred feet apart.

On each piece of grass, standing or sitting on a dozen or even hundreds of monks wearing grey robes, it seems that each piece of grass is a circle that looks very clear.

Most of these people have the cultivation from the base period to the knot period, and of course there are a few disciples of the Yuan Ying period. I am planning to wait for the gap between the arrival of the true fairy, and I will not waste my cultivation time.

Outside of Taniguchi, a man looks like he is in his early twenties, dressed in a gray robe, with a crescent-shaped jade on his waist. The seemingly handsome young man and three companions also rushed out and squeezed into the crowd. Among them.

"Yungui, we are looking for a conspicuous position, so it is more likely to be picked." A fat-faced fat man in the companion said while driving in the crowd, while talking to the young man.

The best large patches of grass at Taniguchi have been basically occupied by people headed by the Yuan Ying disciples, and there are some places in the grass that are slightly inside.

"Well, there is still space over there." Yan Houn nodded and stretched his finger to a grass of more than ten feet in the distance.

As a result, he just stepped on the grass and felt that his shoulder was hit by a heavy slap. He looked like a cockroach and turned his head and saw a young man with a burly figure like a tower.

"Isn't this the dream cloud to the young master of the dream? Why, come and grab the quota with us?" Iron Tower youth sneered.

The thick youth heard the words, and the footsteps stopped. The double fists clenched subconsciously, but they finally loosened.

The name of this person is called Sun Zhengzheng. In fact, he is still a fellow countryman, and he is from a small country, Meng Chiguo.

The dreamer where Meng Yungui is located is secretly in charge of a family of Xiu Xian in this country, and the family where this grandson is not in the family is the emperor of Meng Chiguo. The two of them have a good relationship in their childhood, and they are good friends.

Only after Meng Chiguo’s turmoil, the Sun’s royal family was overthrown, and the dreamer also happened to be attacked by foreign cultivating forces at that time, and it fell.

Sun Buzheng's real name Sun Hao, as a member of the original royal family, watched the country break the family and died. He always thought that the dreamer stood by and watched it, so he always had a deep understanding of the dream, so that he later reunited with Meng Yun in the candle dragon road. After that, it is often seen as a hatred.

Meng Yun also wanted to explain at the beginning, but later found it was useless and gave up.

Every time he faced the provocation of Sun's injustice, he chose to be patient, but his attitude made Sun more annoyed.

"We changed places." After the dream came to the front, a few people whispered, and they had to go to another piece of grass not far away.

"Dream Yungui, is your kid still a man? Every time you have a grandson, it makes people look hot." Sun is looking at his back and can't help but anger.

He screamed loudly and loudly, causing people around him to look at it, including a tall, ordinary young man.

The grass area where this person is located is not small. The top three or five groups of disciples sit on some outside disciples, but he is alone.

This person is not someone else. Naturally, Han Li has just arrived from the temple.

He did not go directly to the Pu Ling Hall to find the elders of the deacon to pick through the roster, but went directly into the valley and planned to look at it himself.

Although he is only a servant, he does not want to listen to other people's so-called recommendations, so he is placed with some spies.

He only showed the atmosphere of the knot, but it did not attract anyone's attention. Everyone only regarded him as a foreign disciple who came to try his luck.

He glanced at the honest young man who was coming to his side and took back his gaze.

"All for me, this place is for me!" At this moment, a cold voice came from the front.

However, it is a middle-aged man who looks like a man in his forties. He is followed by a man and a woman, two monks, with his horse head looking forward.

This person is a late monk of the late Dan, and among the many monks in the vicinity, it is a master.

Most of the monks who lived with this piece of grass in Han Li were only in the early days of the Dan. In this case, although some people looked a bit ugly, but after looking at each other, they left the grass without a word.

Not long after, there was only one person left here, and the dream cloud that was coming here was wrinkled and stopped at the place.

"You kid is very raw, new?" The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes staring at Han Li, cold channel.

"It’s not long before I came. I heard that the disciple who wants to be a true servant is coming here, so come and see." Han Li said faintly.

"Haha, let's take a look, it's still a gimmick!"

"It’s really a dazzling young genius!"

As a result, he spoke up with a word, and suddenly it caused a burst of laughter around him.