Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

"Bear... Bear deputy, the six thousand merit points I have accumulated for many years, and finally there is still. But these three hundred cents stone is really gone, can you... compensate with the best spirit stone?" Unsightly, try to ask.

"This seat can grace you for some time, and give it to me within ten years. This is all right." Xiong Shan glanced at him and said coldly.

"This... well." The front and the face were crying and sorrowful.

"You remember, after you have left here, you are not allowed to mention this matter with anyone else, otherwise I will never be able to get around him. Ok, let's roll it!" After knocking out the strike, Xiongshan’s mood is not How much better, and you are not allowed to go underground.

Everyone heard the words, they had to be busy, and they worked hard for a long time. They didn't get a little bit of merit, but they didn't dare to say anything. They all left.

Out of the forbidden place, Han Li and Yan Liang all the way without words. After arriving at the Temple of the Passage, they laughed and said goodbye to each other and sent them back to Dongfu.

After Han Li returned to the Chihwa Peak Dongfu, he immediately examined the whole body carefully. After confirming that he had not been imprinted by Xiongshan, he only slightly lowered his heart and went into the chamber to adjust his mind.

A few days later.

In the northeast of the Zhongming Mountains, on a lonely mountain near the edge of the mountain, a thin old man dressed in a snow-white blouse and a head-on squat is standing on a bare mountain boulder and looking up southwest. High altitude.

The sky there is clear, as if it has been washed, there is nothing in the air, but the eyes of the old man looking at it are shining with excitement, and the face is full of expectation.

However, after a while, the empty sky, which was originally empty, suddenly lit up a blue light.

Between the counts and the numbers, the blue light suddenly magnified, revealing a large sword of blue, which swept toward it.

"really!"

The thin old man’s eyes lit up and the corner of his mouth smirked.

In the next moment, his imposing manner suddenly changed. The whole spirit of the whole person mentioned the most full state, and the cultivation in the early days of a true fairyland was fully revealed.

He was originally a maritime mess outside the ancient cloud. He came to the vicinity of the Zhongming Mountain Range recently. He just wanted to rest on this lonely peak for a few days, but he didn’t want to be meditating, but he felt a handle. The breath is comparable to the eccentric flying sword of the fairy rushing toward him.

The old man is also a true fairyland master who is proficient in kendo. Without feeling the master of Feijian, his greed is lifted and he intends to intercept the sword.

Seeing that the flying sword is approaching, the old man's figure is violent, and the whole person turns into a dazzling white light, and flies toward the flying sword.

The green bamboo bee cloud sword that incarnates the giant sword, although not destroyed by Han Li at this moment, still relies on instinct, and has resisted, and the "Ziz" sounded softly on the blade.

At that moment, the old man could take care of this, and the two hands wrapped up in the light, and at the same time grabbed the sword toward the sword.

Just listen to the "bang" loud noise.

The cyan giant sword suddenly lit up a group of glaring golden light, and numerous golden snake-like golden wires suddenly swayed out of the air, shrouded the emptiness of the dozens of squares, and turned into a dense golden thunderball. There was a terrible noise inside.

Then, the golden thunderball suddenly shrank and disappeared.

I saw a cognac body that was full of blackness, braved the white smoke of the stock, fell from the sky, and did not really land. When it was blown by the mountain wind, it turned into a black powder and floated down.

And the handle of the cyan sword, but also seems to be over-consumption, the light scattered, re-transformed as a 72-hand flying sword, falling down a valley below.

......

Two months later, on the edge of the northeastern part of the Zhongming Mountains, above a very remote snow valley, a young man in a blue robes fell from the sky and entered the valley.

This person is tall and has a star-like look. It is Han Li who follows the spirit and soul.

Before he was worried about the surveillance of Xiongshan, he stayed in the secret room for nearly a month after returning to Dongfu. He did not leave half a step.

As expected, Xiongshan did not give up any suspicious things, and even quietly sent people to his territory, it seems to have surveillance.

According to its estimation, the rest of the people even include the territory of the evil spirits.

It’s just that everyone, including the evil spirits, can only close one eye with this one. Otherwise, it may be self-defeating and make the other party more suspicious.

Until it was confirmed that Xiongshan gradually relaxed his vigilance, he quietly concealed his whereabouts and left the Chisun Peak, and flew all the way to find it.

Immediately after he fell, he swept away toward the depths of the valley and finally stopped at a green deep pool at the end of the valley.

His eyes swept over the deep pool, and he saw that the surface of the water seemed to be quiet. However, there were countless subtle swords in the air. Once the fine rocks fell, or if dead leaves flew into them, they would be twisted immediately. Into the crush.

Han Lixin knows that the green bamboo bee cloud sword is in the pool, and then the mind is moving, summoning the flying sword.

"哗啦啦" burst into a ring.

I saw the surface of the deep pool that was originally as smooth as a mirror, and immediately rolled up like boiling water in the pot.

The sound of "噗噗" continues to sound!

Seventy-two flying swords flew out one by one from the waterhole. After a slight hover in midair, they flew toward Han Li.

Han Li saw this, a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, and his figure did not move.

But see these flying swords flashing with blue light, such as a group of children around him around him, flying up and down cheerfully, bursting into a subtle tremor.

"finally come back!"

After a long absence, Han Li took a sigh of relief, and then raised his hand on these flying swords one by one, just like once over the shoulders of his friends, feeling the familiar and somewhat strange atmosphere of his upload, I feel a lot in my heart.

Because Feijian swallowed the pure swordsmanship of hundreds of handles, the breath of the sword was greatly improved. However, due to careful consideration, Han Li did not immediately test the power of the sword. The sword shielded the body of the sword.

After confirming that he will not be discovered, he will earn one of the most precious things into the body.

I thought that in the past, he was only taken away by the ancient demon in the two flying swords. When he regained it, he was already very happy. Now that the 72 flying swords have been recovered, he has no need to say more.

As for the substantial increase of Feijian Weineng, it has become an extra addition, and it is also a blessing in disguise.

......

Soon after, Han Li did not alarm anyone and quietly returned to Chihwa Peak.

When he returned, he let Meng Yun return all the people.

"Seeing the elders!"

In a certain hall of the house, Meng Yungui, Sun Yinzheng and other ten people bowed and bowed.

"In the past few years, you have taken care of my Dongfu, and I haven’t fallen into practice. I haven’t lived up to my heart. Yungui, you take these medicinal herbs and distribute them to you later.” Han Li’s hand Said the truth.

The voice just fell, the sleeves were raised, and a gleaming flash of light flew into the dream cloud, but it was a delicate and compact storage bracelet.

"Thank you for the elders!" Meng Yungui and others saw this, and they were overjoyed and thanked again.

Although Han Li does not appear often, but from time to time there are rewards, some of which are of great benefit to the cultivation of the knot, so that in addition to their respect, they also have a heartfelt gratitude.

In particular, Meng Yungui, during this period, was the success of Yuan Ying, becoming a true Yuan Ying period monk.

"From today, I want to start retreating. Chihwa Peak will also be closed for a while. Later, I will open all the bans and not see any foreign customers!" Han Li glanced at the crowd and told him.

Meng Yungui and others heard this, and they rushed to agree.

"In my years of retreat, Sun is not right, you take a few people, responsible for the care of the Dongfu." Han Li looked at Sun, and said.

"Yes, you can rest assured that you are serious, I must do my heart." Sun did not immediately say.

"Yungui, at this moment everyone in this place, you are the highest. I will give you a task, go outside to help me find those rare and rare spirit grass, the seeds or seedlings of the elixir, the more the better, do not have to care too much "Han Li rushed to the dream and said."

"Yes." Meng Yun returned, and immediately agreed.

"There are some spiritual stones in it, and there are two magic weapons. You used it for self-defense. If you do this well, the two magic weapons will give you count as rewards." Han Li said, and took another hand. The storage device was handed over to Meng Yungui.

The dream cloud is turned into the storage device, and the eyes immediately have a pleasant glow. Shen Sheng said: "Thank you for the elders, I must do my best to complete the task and live up to your expectations."

Others see this scene, and their eyes are also showing envy.

The magic weapon in the storage device must be extraordinary, otherwise it will not make the dream cloud so excited.

Especially the grandson is not correct, and he regrets.

His cultivation was originally higher than Meng Yungui, but these years, the dream cloud was repaired into successive breakthroughs, and he came to the front of him, breaking through the Yuan Ying period earlier than him.

I knew that today, he has worked harder and harder in these years, and maybe he is rewarded at this moment.

Dreams shallow and a pair of big eyes looked at Han Li, but also revealed some hope for the light, today she changed a snow white dress gown, looks like a singer.

"Well, you all have to do things." Han Li smiled and nodded to a few people, turned and walked back to Dongfu.

"Gong Gong sent the elders." All the people stood in the air and said in unison.

The dreams were light and pale, and they did not follow the crowd.

Just listening to the "bang" sound, the Dongfu door slowly closed.

"You guys come with me." After Sun Erzheng and Meng Yungui greeted him, he ordered a few people and immediately got busy.

Looking down at the closed stone door, I bite my lips and can't say what I can't say.

"Shallow, what's wrong?" Meng Yun returned to see his sister's mood is low, came over and asked.

"Nothing..." The dream was shallow, and then he bowed his head and a layer of water mist appeared in the eyes.

Han Li did not look at her from beginning to end.

"Oh... Li Elder and we are not a person of the world, you should understand." How does Meng Yungui not understand his sister's heart, and sighed.

The dream is shallow and the words are soft.

Then she looked up and her eyes slowly became firm.

Meng Yun returned to see his sister like this, had to shake his head and sigh.

This younger sister is just outside, and he decided that his brother could not change.

Perhaps this is not necessarily a bad thing.

Meng Yungui smiled a little and left the matter, pondering how to complete the heavy responsibility given by Han Li.