Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

Bai Yi Lang Jun faced Yan Ziyan's new round of violent offensive, smiled slightly, then raised his hand, and even a few dozens of martial arts hit, and flashed into the surrounding emptiness disappeared.

In the next moment, among the yellow spirits released, a disk-sized disc emerges, which whirls and whirls, constantly weakening the sound wave attack by the purple-winged bat, but the extremely high white method on the body. There are still layers of wrinkles on the robe.

After a long period of time, a burst of "嘶啦" sound came, and the robes of the robes broke through countless nuances, and the discs finally began to break apart.

At the same time, the ruins of the palace next to Bai Yilang and behind him, all trembled under the sound waves, and soon turned into powder, such as smoke and dust, and scattered everywhere.

Yan Ziyan saw this, his eyes were slightly happy, and he was busy with words in his mouth, and his hands flicked in his hands.

The purple-winged bats had a fierce flash of light, and the wings were fiercely displayed. They turned into a purple light and rushed toward Baiyi Langjun.

"Hey, since you don't eat and drink fine wine, then I will ruthlessly ruthless me!" Bai Langjun bowed his head and glanced at the ragged clothes, and his eyes flashed a sigh of anger and shouted.

After all, his wrist turned, and the flash of light in front of him immediately revealed a huge iron fan of six feet long. It was engraved with a complex yellow and yellow pattern, and there was a strong burst of it. The law of soil properties is breathable.

I saw it with one hand and one shackle. The iron fan in front of me immediately slammed the sound of the sky. On the huge fan, a yellow-haired, beast-like pattern of the beast was shining, and it was like a resurrection. Jumping out, a huge mouth, flying out of a tornado hurricane wrapped in yellow sand.

"Booming..."

A burst of violent sound came, and the yellow salon roll swept through it, directly smashing the purple-wing bat that was rushing to the front.

The hand-painted Yan Ziyan only felt sluggish and could not escape. He was suddenly slammed by the yellow salon, and the whole person flew out. The "砰" slammed into the temple of the "flowing fire palace" at the rear. On the door, fell into it.

"Hey, the hand is heavy, but don't break the face..." Bai Lang's mouth screamed, and quickly picked up the iron fan, and quickly rushed to catch up.

But before he came to the door of the temple, his ear suddenly sounded a subtle intensive sound, which sounded like the sound of countless beetles fluttering at the same time.

Then, within the hall, the exclamation of Yan Ziyan came: "No! What is this..."

When the voice just fell, her figure burst out from the hall, and then flew into the sky, and fell heavily. The sound of "砰" fell to the ground.

Bai Lang Lang Jun saw this situation first, then looked at him with his eyes closed, and suddenly took a breath.

I saw a large piece of dark red worm with a grain of rice, a red flame burning on the body, and it was covered with a lot of purple smoke.

His face was painfully rolled on the ground, and the sound of hoarseness continued to scream in his mouth. Under the burning of the flames, a layer of pale golden mist shrouded, and the original radiant cheeks were visible to the naked eye. Speed, began to produce fine lines, and the white hair of the horns began to appear.

What is this, what seems to be able to burn her essence?

It is necessary to know that although the monks of the Golden Fairy are still unable to avoid the looting, but in addition, the life is almost endless, and this strange worm has such a strong ability?

White Lang Lang's face suddenly became extremely difficult to look at, and his heart was even more shocked to the extreme, and his body shape turned, he must flee from here.

But at this time, the change is sudden!

A huge figure descended from the sky, and it fell like an iron tower. A layer of fiery red spirits shrouded the four fields and wrapped him in.

Bai Lang Lang looked sideways and saw that the person had a different face, the head was angry, the nose was like a rhinoceros horn, and two large golden rings hung above the two pointed ears. The look was cold and the eyes seemed to have disdain.

This fire is not another person, it is the perfection.

After feeling the strong breath that Yan Rong deliberately released, the heart of Bai Lang Lang Jun suddenly fell a half, and it was a late monk of Taiyi.

"A little golden fairy, dare to dye the fire-fighting worms that Master has raised, and let me see if your Shouyuan is burning enough for a few moments?" Yan Rong said with a sneer.

"What...what is it really?"

Bai Lang Lang heard the words "Fire phoenix", the whole person could not help but be a stiff, which reminded me of a rumor that has been circulating in the real fairy world for a long time.

The legendary fire worm is a very strange worm. Although it looks like a firefly in the mundane world, it is burning with the flames of the moon. The soul can burn its life, in order to gain energy to help its own reproduction, and the places that pass through are often extinct and fierce.

However, because of its extremely short life, it is often only a month to live. If no soul is burned by it, it will not be able to continue to multiply. In the end, it will be extinct, so there is not much in the world.

However, it is said that some monks who are good at the worm's path can freeze it for a long time with time secrets or special prohibitions, and then open the secret treasure or ban it when it is needed.

Obviously, there was such a ban in this fire palace. It was his fight with Yan Ziyan that destroyed the ban and released this thing.

Bai Lang Lang was born with cold sweat, thinking about how to get out of the way, I saw the interracial man's eyes turned and stared at himself.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't dare to hesitate any more. His hands were stunned, and the whole body was bright yellow. A whitish whirlpool appeared at his feet. A rotation swallowed him in, and his figure disappeared.

However, after the interest rate, a yellow glare on the ground outside the hundreds of feet re-lighted, and the figure of Bai Lang Lang Jun was clamped by a flame from the red red spirit field. Pulled it out.

"Oh, since you are here, don't think about leaving." He snorted in the mouth and raised his hand to the ground.

The big flame hand grabbed the white langjun and pressed it to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Rong Rong took out a dark red Piccolo from his arms and looked like an old blowing torch.

However, when Rong Rong pressed the hole in it and played the flute, there was a burst of quaint and desolation sounding from it.

As the sound began to sound, the sound of "嗡" in the Hall of the Fire Palace became louder and louder. Thousands of fire-fighting worms were awakened from the frozen state, fluttering out and fluttering toward the white robes. Pounced over.

For a time, the sound of screams resounded through the sky.

Rong Rong did not go to see the white Lang Jun and Yan Ziyan, but strode towards the other side of the square.

There, there stood a statue of an alien who was fairly intact and had few signs of damage.

His hands and feet are as big as a fan, his head is like a flame, his upper body is naked, and the odd pattern of a circle is engraved on the skin.

"The disciple is good at making claims to collect the fire phoenix worms, and ask the teacher to blame... I am arrogant that I have been in the fire palace." I saw that Rong Rong walked to the statue and gave him a solemn ritual. Said,

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Ten days later.

In the ruins of the door of a mantra, a piece of blue sky is driving over a mountain of jasper, and the sky is flying over. The face is pale and the appearance is ordinary. It is Han Li who changed his appearance and lived in the name of Lijiang.

These days, he continued along the huge pond behind him, and there were only some spoiled relics found along the way. Nothing was any danger, and he could not encounter any treasures. It was all the way. Came here.

Above the speeding car, his eyes looked far ahead, his brow suddenly wrinkled, his hand changed, and he controlled the speeding car to fall on the ground.

After landing, Han Li took off the speeding car and walked out along the path of the green stone slabs in the forest. After a while, he came to a huge suspended arch bridge.

I saw that the main body of the arch bridge is a wooden stone structure. There are more than 30 feet wide on the wide foot. There are both bluestone steps and flat lanes. There are a gray stone lion on each side of the bridge, which is used as a spiritual object to guard the arch bridge.

Han Li came forward and raised his hand to touch one of the stone lions that was much higher than himself, confirming that it was just an ordinary guardian stone beast, and there was no spiritual fluctuation at all.

His eyes narrowed and hesitated, and after a moment of hesitation, he slowly climbed the stone steps and walked step by step toward the bridge.

When he walked fast to the center of the arch bridge, his footsteps suddenly stopped and he continued to move forward.

Because the bridge surface is here, it is broken. Further, there is a space crack with a length of several thousand feet. The black paint is not bright, and only strong space fluctuations are constantly coming.

In addition, the half arch bridge seems to have been engulfed by this space crack.

In addition to this huge space crack, there are also countless dense small cracks scattered around, although he did not completely block Han Li to go, he did not dare to rush through the past.

Han Li double-headed and looked at the black space in the crack, but found that there was nothing in it, and he couldn't see anything at all. The observation time was a little longer, and even he gave birth to a sense of fear to be swallowed up by it. .

He slowly regained his gaze and looked at the sides of the bridge. He saw the stretch of thousands of feet on both sides, almost the same as here, whether it was a towering ancient wood or a pavilion, it was cut neatly. Half.

They are either as stubborn as the half-arched bridge, or they have collapsed and become shattered.

All this is quite strange.