Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

Han Li’s eyes are reflected in the golden light, and after a sigh of breath in the mouth, a mysterious technique is revamped, and the gods are suddenly released. After the light curtain, they are divided into seventy-two, directly into the golden lightning. Controlled the seventy-two handles of the green bamboo bee cloud sword.

Under the control of his mind, the seventy-two flying swords trembled, the light gradually converge, and all the golden arcs ejected from the bombs were recovered. They were integrated into the flying swords one by one and eventually disappeared.

Han Li had a slap in the face, and after a few flashes of flash on the fire pit, the golden light beams that emerged from it gradually disappeared, leaving only those flying swords, suspended in the flame.

He slammed his mouth and slammed into the fire in the silver flame, and immediately rolled it out and swallowed it into his belly.

With the withdrawal of the baby fire, the temperature in the flame dropped a little, and the transparent, crystal-like green bamboo bee cloud sword began to glow blue, and then turned a little bit to the green color.

On top of its sword front, there is a faint golden light shining through the stars, which is naturally a golden pattern of thundercloud style. It seems that there is still some simple meaning in the natural world.

Han Li’s hands moved in the void, leaving a golden shadow, and all the flying swords suddenly came out of the silver flame, and slowly swept to his body.

He also made **** in the palm of his hand, a group of pale golden blood spilled from it, condensed into an egg-sized golden blood group, which was scattered by his palm, accurately divided into seventy-two drops, scattered into each Among the flying swords.

I saw the blood of a flying sword, and immediately fell into it, disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, Han Li felt that the connection between him and Feijian was even closer. The feeling of discomfort caused by the change of Feijian's breath had suddenly disappeared.

He swung his palm again, and the seventy-two flying swords flashed in the blue light. As the summer blew, he flew into the flame and continued to calcine.

A moment later, Han Li went forward, his eyes closed slightly, and began to use the gods to mark the miniature array recorded in the ancient book of the animal skin on the flying sword.

......

After half a year.

The Qingguang dynasty outside Fushan was removed. Han Li came out from the main entrance of the house. His face did not see any mood fluctuations, but his heart was quite happy.

At this point, the seventy-two handles of the green bamboo bee cloud sword have all been completed, the shape and the release of the breath have been completely renewed, the previously uncompleted refining of the sword is also completely absorbed, the quality of each flying sword has not been Small ascension.

What made him most satisfied was that the 72-sword flying sword after the re-education was once again integrated into his blood, and the connection with him became more closely, which also made him clearly feel the flying swords. The amazing spirituality.

This feeling is like the seventy-two flying swords are not their own magic weapon, but the things that are connected with their own blood.

In the midst of the secret, he did not try to test the power of the flying sword for the time being, but I don’t have to think about it.

On the square outside the mansion, Hu Pian and others have long waited for a long time. After asking about some secret affairs in the territory, Han Li rewarded these people with some spiritual stones and let them continue to do things well.

Later, Han Li consciously or unintentionally asked about some things in the Candle Dragon Road, but since most of these people have remained in this secret, I don't know much.

There was only one new disciple who said something in the Candle Dragon Road. It was also a small thing that was broken by the chickens. However, it can be seen that there is no big storm in the door.

This made Han Li’s mind more or less a little more relaxed.

So in a relatively calm, time passes.

A few years later, Han Li finally got the exact news from the impermanent alliance in an accidental opportunity. He knew that Gu Jie was finally taken back by a high-ranking member of the impermanial alliance.

Not long after, outside of Fushan, where he was located, he was again quarantined and isolated.

......

Time flies, the years are long, and blink of an eye, it is already two hundred years later.

Within the floating mountain secrets, outside the suspended mountain peaks shrouded in blue light, seven or eight young men dressed in the costumes of the candle dragons, each with a nervous color, suspended in the air, looked very anxious.

"What to do? Hu Shixiong... This fog is very unusual in the big scorpion. It will be retired in the past year, but it has been more than three months, but it still has not dissipated. In these days, there are even Continue to spread upwards, this..." A round-faced youth, looking to the black skin youth named Hu Pil, asked.

"The elders have been stunned before this retreat. His retreat is of great importance. If there is no such thing as a matter of great importance, we must not bother. If we are so rashly rumored to him, it really affects the elders’ cultivation. Can you afford it?" Hu Yu heard the words and said.

"But the elders have been retreating for nearly a hundred years. No one knows when he will come out. It’s really a strange thing in the big ones, which affects the harvest of the elixir. We can’t explain it.” Said.

The people around them also nodded, and they looked like they were deeply.

The black skin youth brows tightly, after thinking about it again and again, said:

"It’s definitely not right to rush to communicate with the elders. It’s a good idea to figure out what’s going on inside the big cockroaches. It’s a good decision. For the time being, keep a close eye on the fog changes, let everyone stare and prevent the white ghosts from wide-ranging. Invasion, I want to find a way to explore the situation inside, it is not good, I have to disturb the elders."

"It can only be like this..." The round-faced youth nodded and said.

As a result, his voice did not fall, and suddenly his look changed, looking up toward the top of the suspended mountain peak covered in blue light.

I saw it in the sky, and suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing up, blowing the clouds and gathering it toward it, and soon gathered into a huge gray cloud stretching for hundreds of miles.

There is a faint glimmer of light inside the cloud. At first, it flashed like a meteor. Later, the light became more and more stable, and it gradually stabilized.

"This is... Is it necessary for the elders to break through the realm?" the round-faced youth murmured.

"It should be..." The black skin youth also said this.

The voice did not fall, the air in the sky was spinning wildly, and a multicolored beam of light condensed from the heavens and the earth fell from the sky and shrouded the entire mountain.

Everyone only felt that the surrounding air was tight, as if an invisible ban was suddenly created in the void, making them feel a little uncomfortable.

Just then, a burst of rushing and screaming sounds suddenly came from the abyss below.

"No, there is a situation! Go!"

The black skin youth heard this sound, his face suddenly changed, and quickly cried.

After all, his figure flashed, flew down and went straight to the bottom.

The round-faced youth and others saw it, and did not hesitate. They also lit up and followed him to fly.

All the way down, over hundreds of suspended peaks, surrounded by candlestick disciples, gradually gathered into a monk army with more than a thousand people.

Among these people, except for the first few people who are the peaks of refining, the rest of the people are mostly in the early days of refining, and the time spent here is different, but it has been said for hundreds of years.

Everyone knows that the sound of the sound of "嗡嗡" means that the range of fog rising has exceeded the highest record in history. There will be more than a dozen peaks that will enter the fog range, and the rare growth on it. The elixir will be eaten by the white ghosts.

Flying down nearly a thousand miles, the black skin youth and others finally saw the layer of thick fog like a cloud.

In the past years, it has not entered the peaks of the fog range. Nowadays, most of them have been swallowed up by the fog. On the other hand, there seems to be a lot of living things rushing and running. From time to time, there are also low-pitched voices.

“How could this be?” said the round-faced youth with an incredible look.

"Luo Shidi, the elders of the elders are on your body. You are going to wait outside the peak. Once we can't support it, you will immediately cast a secret and send a message to the elder." Hu pillow frowns, fast Said.

"Good." The round-faced youth immediately responded.

"Remember, the elders are at a critical juncture. You must not use the secrets before we are defeated here."

"The brothers are relieved, I remember." Zhenguan, a young man with a round face, nodded and said.

After all, his body shape turned and swept up.

"The disciples listened to the order and immediately laid out the blue light." Hu pillow face was sorrowful, turned to look at other people, shouted loudly.

"Yes." All the people answered in unison, and the voice rang back and forth among the big shackles.

The monks of the sacred peaks around him, immediately flashed and scattered, each with hundreds of disciples flying over the fog.

I saw that he had waved his palms, as if he had already previewed countless times. He skillfully and neatly took out a cyan scorpion and threw it into the air in front of him. He shook hands and sweared.

Along with the sound of the screaming sounds, thousands of faces of the blue-colored plaques on the runes were bright, releasing the blue light, connecting with each other, turning into a huge blue light curtain, covering the fog.

Among the big cockroaches, the heavy fog is like a boiled boiling water, and the madness rushes up. The rolling fog begins to rise sharply, and the speed is several times faster than before. It catches up with the layer of blue light curtain in a moment.

"Calling"

A burst of sound like a gust of wind, like the sound of the waves, came from the depths of the big bang, the surging mist hit the cyan light curtain, and the light curtain swayed violently.

The candlestick disciples above the light curtain, one by one, hold their hands and hold the flagpoles in their hands, and they are full of light and work hard to stabilize the big array. Some of them are lower disciples, just like the willows in the wind and waves. The figure is shaking.

At this moment, suddenly there was a crowd of people in the dense fog constantly rushing out, smashing from below and suddenly hitting the cyan light curtain, making a burst of dull "squeaky" sound.

The disciples of the Candle Dragon Road looked at them, and they saw the ugly white ghosts under the blue light curtain. They were like crazy, madly jumping from the top of the floating mountain and rushing upwards.

The performance of these white ghosts is very different, it is simply incomprehensible, it seems to be completely lifeless.

What's more, I directly hit myself and cracked my head, and I found many unidentified slurries of white flowers.

"What the **** is going on..." Hu Pillow looked at the scene, his face was even more ugly, and he muttered in his mouth.