Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

The cold flame ancestors turned a shadow and waved a golden glow. The crystal powder in front of Han Li was rolled up and turned into a faint golden light suspended in front of the eyes.

"These are the secrets of this sect, and how can they all fall into your hands. Could you sneak into the cabinet of the Zangjing Pavilion and steal it?" Asked.

Although the jade slips were made by Han Li for the sake of powder, but in front of them, only a trace of one and a half points can be inferred.

"The cold flames don't have to be angry, this thing can give you an explanation." Han Li twitched twice and sighed.

"Bold, dare to talk to the old man!"

The cold flame ancestors heard the anger, and did not see how they acted. The eyebrows suddenly appeared in the golden light, and numerous ripples of crystal light circled in a circle, instantly condensing a golden flower of a large size. Shadow.

Under the gentle rotation of the golden flower, the center of the flower bud flashed, and a beam of almost transparent golden light shot to Han Li’s head, which was incredibly fast.

Wherever he went, the void was like a still water surface, and it was full of ripples.

Han Li stood in the same place and did not evade. He just looked up slightly, and his eyebrows flashed brightly. He also shot an invisible ripple from it and greeted the golden light column.

The sound of "噗" sounded softly, and the void suddenly trembled, causing a ripple.

The golden light beam is like a bump into something, from the beginning to the end of the layer broken, the invisible ripples also collapsed.

This all happened with the electric stone fire.

Han Li's clothes were just a few screams. In addition, the whole person was flawless and had a faint smile on his face.

"How...how is it possible? You are a celestial being?" The cold flame ancestors trembled, and an incredible voice came from the mouth.

Although he is only a phantom of the gods, and this attack has not been fully exerted, even the Mahayana monks can never be so understated, let alone a monk infant.

This only illustrates a problem, Han Li’s knowledge seems to be no less than him!

"Cold flame friend, can you listen to it now?" Han asked faintly.

"Then, you will talk about why you have achieved the fairy tales, and you have to steal the books that I have passed to the lower world." Cold flame ancestors changed their face several times, although they were still somewhat unhappy, but the tone was moderated. .

"Han Mou accidentally fell into this spiritual world for some reason. It is not malicious for the nobles. But I am injured at the moment, and there is no suitable medicine in my hand. I went to Guizong to take some classics and want to refer to it. One or two." Han Li explained slowly.

"Oh, it turned out to be the case. I don't know where Han Daoyou was originally a fairyland person?" Although the cold flame ancestors said so, but their eyes flickered, it is clear that Han Li did not fully believe this.

"Han is temporarily living in this place, and will not make things that are bad for you. As for the origins of the next, the friends will not have to ask more." Han Li said with a smile.

Cold flame ancestors snorted, Han Li, a fairy immortal appeared in the spiritual world, how can he not ask the bottom, but if the other party does not say, with his own sacred mind, it seems that they can not help each other .

"Daoyou rest assured that in this next year, it is also considered a friend of the Tao. Han can promise here, if there is any trouble with the cold flames, you can shoot once." Han Li said without hesitation.

"Han Daoyou is taking this seriously?" Cold flame ancestors listened to this, and their hearts moved.

Although he is already in the fairy world, he is very cherished for the cold flames that he created and carried forward. Otherwise, he will not give the Dan medicine practice from time to time.

Although the cold flames seem to be strong in the spiritual world, the scenery is infinite, but it is not really safe and worry-free.

It’s just that he is in the fairy world. Even if he has the power to do something, he can’t do too much. But if there is a help from Han Li who is the same, then there will be more things to do.

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Two days later, the cold flames, the peak of the Holy Fire Peak.

Deep in the misty purple bamboo forest, there is a beautiful and chic small courtyard.

The distribution of Zizhu in the forest is dense and dense, which seems to be ordinary, but it is hidden.

Here, the position of each cluster of purple bamboo is concealed with a squad of feet. Thousands of sages are connected to the sea, creating a unique world of battle.

The purple bamboo planted here is not an ordinary bamboo, but a lung fire bamboo that can absorb the power of the fire. If you look carefully at the bamboo body, you can see the purple bamboo skin, and there is also a road like a flame. Red lines.

It is this bamboo sea fire that has made this area the most intense aura of the entire Lingyan Mountains, and the most concentrated power of the fire.

The four-story courtyard of the blue-and-white wall is being built on this big burst of sight.

At this moment, in the main house of the small courtyard, a man in a purple robe was sitting on the futon on the knees and closing his eyes.

This person's shawl has long white hair and snow, and looks handsome. There is a purple imprint of a flame like a flame in his eyebrows. It seems that the age of the child is still standing, but the whole body is full of purple air, showing a heart-rending atmosphere.

On a piece of red sandalwood not far from the front of the body, there was a gilt copper incense burner with sandalwood burning inside, and there was a smoky blue smoke coming out of it.

On the wall next to the case, there is a three-foot-long drawing axis with an image of a middle-aged man.

The depiction of the lines of the portraits is not so detailed, but it is very vivid. The faces of the people in the paintings are square, the eyes are stunned, the cheeks are slightly whiskers, and the body is long and standing. The robes on the body are slightly bulging, and the body is revealing a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the white-haired middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and his look looked at the drawing axis on the wall.

I saw a strange wave of volatility suddenly appearing on the axis of the painting. A circle of ripples like water ripples swayed from it. The person in the painting seemed to be alive, and the figure was swayed from the paper. Got out.

The middle-aged man with white hair quickly stood up, and his body trembled and fell to the ground. He said with a voice: "Welcome to the ancestors."

"Get up, today I am down to the incarnation, there is something to be scorned by you." The man waved his hand and said.

The white-haired middle-aged man stood up, and looked calmly and calmly, waiting for his instructions.

"A few days ago, someone stole into the Tibetan Classics. I knew it." Cold Flame ancestors said slowly.

The white-haired middle-aged man heard the sound, and his heart was tight again. The forehead suddenly had a cold sweat and oozing out. He wanted to explain a few words, and he listened to the other party and continued: "This matter will be stopped, no need to trace it."

"Old ancestors, this..." The white-haired middle-aged man screamed and couldn't help but hesitated.

However, the cold flame ancestor broke his hand and interrupted his words, his lips moving.

When the white-haired middle-aged man listened, his face changed and changed, first of all, and then turned into horror, but finally became shocked and happy.