Han’s Immortal Path

Han Debiao's right fist lit up with a dazzling black light, and hit the gate, there was a muffled sound, and the gate remained motionless.

Han Debiao put his hands on the door and pushed hard, his face flushed red, and the door slowly shook.

His face was full of shock. You know, he has cultivated into a true spirit, and his strength is so strong that he can't open a door. Could it be that he is made of special materials? Or there are special restrictions.

Han Changming also put his hands on the door, pushed hard, and the door slowly opened.

The two of them worked together to push open the gate of the Hall of Creation, and there was indeed a way.

The main hall is spacious and bright, and a humanoid statue can be seen.

"Good Fortune Immortal Venerable!"

Han Changming recognized the statue. He had seen the appearance of the Immortal Good Fortune in an ancient book. It seemed that this was the dojo of the Immortal Good Fortune.

Han Changming sacrificed two humanoid puppets and manipulated them into the Hall of Creation.

The two puppet beasts walked around the hall without any abnormalities, nor did they touch the restriction. Only then did Han Changming and Han Debiao walk in.

Han Changming urged Jinjingzhentong to investigate, trying to find a way out.

At this moment, the door suddenly closed.

The humanoid statue came to life and said, "It's been so many years, someone finally came to my dojo, hahaha."

"Your Excellency is Good Fortune Immortal Venerable?"

Han Changming asked.

"Strictly speaking, I'm just a puppet avatar. My main body has already survived the ninety-nine thunder calamities and ascended to the fairy world, but I left a lot of good things for those who are destined. I have no strength, and I am not qualified to get this throne." relics."

The humanoid puppet beast spoke with pride.

What kind of person is the good fortune Immortal Venerable, how can his relics be obtained by outsiders casually, if they can get his relics by fate, it will be too cheap.

"A relic? Since the Creation Immortal Venerable has ascended, why did he leave a relic?"

Han Changming was puzzled.

"This seat has indeed ascended, but there are some things left behind. The Mahayana monks have a higher chance of surviving the ninety-nine thunder disasters. There are also mysterious things."

The humanoid puppet explained.

"An object of the mysterious sky? Why didn't the Immortal Master Good Fortune take it away? Instead, he wanted to keep it?"

Han Debiao asked.

"When my main body ascended, it was just a Xuantian tree, and there was no Xuantian thing. The foundation of this Xuantian tree was damaged, so I didn't take it away, but after so many years of cultivation, it should be cured. Yes, you can only get it if you have the strength, if you don’t have the strength, then stay here! The relics of this seat will not be handed over to mediocre people.”

After the humanoid puppet said this, it opened its **** mouth, spewed out a huge golden beam of light, and went straight to Han Debiao.

The Qingluan cloak on Han Debiao's back shone with a dazzling blue light, and his figure flickered, avoiding the golden beam of light.

The next moment, he appeared behind the humanoid puppet beast, sacrificed the burning stick, and injected mana.

The burning stick lit up with a dazzling red light, and a burst of red flame gushed out, hitting the puppet humanoid, and there was a muffled sound, the back of the puppet humanoid was sunken, and a stick mark could be seen.

Han Debiao was a little surprised. The Tiantian Cudgel is the treasure of Xuantian, and it can't be destroyed with one blow? This is strange.

"I am not an ordinary eighth-order puppet beast. I have been refined into Taiyi Gold Essence. These attacks are useless to me."

The humanoid puppet explained, and slapped Han Debiao with his right hand behind him.

Han Debiao flew upside down and hit the ground heavily, his face flushed red.

"True spirit! Not bad."

The humanoid puppet applauded, and if it was an ordinary mahayana, its dharma body would have collapsed after being hit by it.

Han Changming rushed to the humanoid puppet, and the humanoid puppet opened its **** mouth, and a little golden light emerged from the mouth.

Han Changming flipped his right hand, and the Soul Requiem Bell appeared in his hand, shaking it lightly.

The bell of "Dangdangdangdang" sounded, and a golden sound wave swept out, heading straight for the humanoid puppet beast.

"Spirit attack!"

The humanoid puppet beast said in surprise, the golden light in its mouth collapsed.

It smashed its right fist towards the void, and a giant golden fist flew out, crushing the golden sound wave.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew from behind, and Han Debiao appeared behind the humanoid puppet without warning. He put away the burning stick, turned his hands into fists, and smashed the humanoid puppet.

With the muffled sound of "bang bang", Han Debiao felt that his fists hit the copper wall and the iron wall, and the humanoid puppet was safe and sound.

"You have mastered Soul Attack!"

The humanoid puppet's voice trembled a little.

With a flash of golden light, the Requiem Bell appeared above its head.

The bell of "Dang Dang Dang" sounded, and the Soul Requiem bell emitted a golden circle of light, which quickly passed over the body of the humanoid puppet, and the humanoid puppet trembled, and said, "Okay, stop, you have passed the examination. "

Han Changming and Han Debiao remained unmoved and continued to attack the puppet. They rushed to the puppet and slammed their fists hard at the puppet.

There was a muffled sound of "bang bang", and the body of the humanoid puppet shook slightly.

The human-shaped puppet beast opened its **** mouth, spewed out a thick golden light, and hit Han Changming's body. Han Changming flew out backwards, smashed heavily on the stone wall, and fell down.

It slapped its right hand behind Han Debiao, and Han Debiao also flew backwards.

With a pinch of Han Changming's technique, countless yellow gravels emerged, and the entire hall turned into a huge desert, submerging the figures of humanoid puppets.

"Spirit Realm!"

The humanoid puppet was surprised.

Dense yellow gravel flew towards it, turning into yellow sand spears in the middle, hitting it one after another, and there was a muffled "bang bang" sound.

At the same time, the Soul Requiem Bell radiated golden light, spraying out golden circles of light, quickly passing over the body of the humanoid puppet beast.

"Stop, you are eligible to obtain the relics of this seat."

The humanoid puppet beast spoke.

"Kill you, the relics are also ours, who knows if you deceived us and wanted to take us away, maybe you failed to ascend to the fairy world, died under the ninety-nine thunder calamity, and left your soul in the puppet beast. We must take this opportunity to seize and rebuild.”

Han Changming said.

"Your vigilance is too strong, but I can understand it. Forget it, I won't quarrel with you. Let's stop here!"

After the humanoid puppet beast said this, a black light flew out and turned into the appearance of the good fortune fairy.

"My main body has indeed survived nine or nine thunder calamities. The divided souls are stored in the puppet beasts to test those who are destined. You have passed the assessment. I hope you can ascend to the fairy world."

After saying this, Immortal Good Fortune turned into dots of black light and collapsed.

Han Changming and Han Debiao looked at each other in disbelief.

Han Changming put away the puppet beast, removed the spirit domain, and looked at the stone chamber behind the puppet beast. There was a thick golden light curtain at the gate of the stone chamber.

Han Debiao punched out, easily smashing the golden light curtain, the gate was also torn apart, and a vast manor appeared in front of them.

When they came to a small courtyard, they could see a golden tree with silver leaves and a golden trunk.

"This is the Flying Immortal Wood! The core material for refining the Flying Immortal Treasure Ship."

Han Debiao looked at the golden trees and said, his expression excited.

When they came to another small courtyard, they saw an extremely thick cyan vine with a yellow gourd hanging on it.

"Mysterious thing!"

Han Changming was pleasantly surprised.

The mysterious thing in front of him is not yet mature, but it is not difficult for Han Changming.

He took out a cyan jade bottle, poured out some Good Fortune Jade Dew, and landed on the cyan vine, which grew at a speed visible to the naked eye. The yellow gourd fell down and was caught by Han Changming.

In addition to the Flying Immortal Tree and the Mysterious Sky, there are also many spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits with different effects, and the age is not low, and many spiritual medicines and spiritual fruits have withered.

Han Changming and Han Debiao picked all of them. With these things, it will be easier for them to practice in the later stage of Mahayana, and the time will be faster.

After a cup of tea, they appeared at the door of a three-storey blue attic with three big golden characters of "Caohua Pavilion" written on the plaque.

They opened the door and walked in. No one has been here for many years, and the ground is full of dust.

They pushed open the door of the basement, and they could see a magic circle hundreds of feet in size, and in the center of the magic circle was a huge spirit-gathering crystal.

Han Changming put away the Spirit Gathering Crystal, and Han Debiao took out the communication disk to contact Han Zhangxiang and let them go up the mountain.

Not long after, Han Zhangxiang and others appeared at the gate of the Creation Pavilion.

"Chang Ming, restore the formation and send the outsiders out! Everything in the dojo belongs to our Han family."

Han Zhangxiang said.

Now that they have controlled the control hub, they will naturally not allow outsiders to stay here. Everything in the dojo belongs to them.

Han Changming took out thousands of top-grade spirit stones, put them into the grooves on the formation, put the Gathering Spirit Crystal back into the groove in the center of the formation, and entered a formula.

The ground shook violently, and a dazzling spiritual light rose into the sky.

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In a vast and boundless emerald green mountain range, Lord Qianyue quickly passed through the sky, followed by a huge cyan roc bird. Judging by its breath, this is an eighth-rank top-grade Qingfeng roc, which is equivalent to a monk in the late Mahayana period.

Qianyue Shenjun was no match at all, he hadn't run far, when the void fluctuated, a huge cyan bird's claw emerged out of thin air, and slapped him on the body.

Qianyue Shenjun fell from a high altitude, his breath was sluggish.

The cyan roc descended from the sky, and a pair of sharp claws went straight to the God of the Moon.

The Goddess Qianyue showed despair, at this moment, there was a ripple in the void in front of him, and a huge black hole appeared, generating a strong suction force, sucking him into the black hole.

Similar scenes appeared everywhere in the dojo, and outsiders were sent out one after another.

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In an endless starry sky, two golden lights lit up, turning into a man in a golden shirt and a girl in a golden skirt.

They frowned, it seemed that someone had found the control hub of the dojo and drove them out.

"Did you find the control hub of the dojo?"

The big man in the golden shirt frowned and said.

"Maybe it's the Han family!"

The girl in the golden skirt guessed.

"Hmph, they dared to drive us out, they didn't know how to live or die, and went to Xuanyang Xing to make trouble for them."

The big man in the golden shirt said.

There must be a lot of good things in the dojo of Immortal Good Fortune, and they are naturally unwilling to be acquired by the Han family. It is a matter of Ascension to the Immortal Realm, and they will not give in.

The girl in the golden skirt nodded, and the two flew towards the distance and left here.

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Chiyang star field, Xuanyang star.

A nine-color aura lit up above Kowloon Island, and a huge door of nine-color light appeared.

Han Changming and others flew out of it with excited expressions.

They teleported the other monks, then manipulated the formation, and came to Xuanyang Star, intending to slowly develop the dojo. There are many elixir and spirit trees in it.

Han Zhangxiang took out a golden token with three big golden characters "Fenghua Ling" engraved on the front.

With a light flick of his wrist, the three words "Decree of Creation" lit up with dazzling golden light, and the nine-color light gate disappeared.

They landed in a secluded manor with excited expressions.

"With these things, as long as we practice to the late stage of Mahayana, we will be able to survive nine or nine thunder calamities and ascend to the fairy world."

Han Changming said excitedly.

"I lead the clan to refine the treasure ship of flying immortals. If it can be refined, if it can ascend to the fairy world, I can lead the whole clan to ascend to the fairy world."

Han Zhangxiang said, with a longing look on his face.

Han Debiao nodded with a smile, and said, "The ascension of the family is probably unique in the history of the galaxy."

"That's right! With this batch of immortal cultivation resources, we can rest assured that we can cultivate in the late stage of Mahayana."

Han Changming said.

They have gained a lot from this trip to the dojo, and they don't need to worry about the resources for cultivating immortals.

After chatting for a while, they went back to their respective homes.

Back at the residence, Han Changming walked into a secret room, took out alchemy materials and Lihuo cauldron, and opened the furnace for alchemy.

They got a lot of elixir and fruit, and Han Changming planned to refine some eighth-level elixirs that can improve mana, which can save a period of hard work, but it is not easy to practice to the late stage of Mahayana.

Not long after, the room was filled with a medicinal fragrance.

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The Tianyang galaxy, the Huoyang star, the ancestral land of the Huoyang clan.

The Huoyang Mountains are located in the southwest of Huoyang Star, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, with many volcanoes and abundant fire aura.

In the northwest of the Huoyang Mountain Range, there is a steep red peak. A burly man in a golden shirt is standing on the top of the mountain. There are some flame-like spirit patterns on his body, which is natural.

Yan Shuo, the second elder of the Huoyang clan, was born in the middle stage of Mahayana.

He looked at a cloud of thunderclouds in the distance, with a serious expression on his face.

Rumbling thunder sounded, lightning flashed and thunder thundered, and thick nine-day **** thunder descended from the sky, smashing towards a certain small valley.

A graceful young woman in a red dress stood in the valley. A huge silver light curtain covered the young woman in the red dress. A lightning pattern could be seen on the surface of the silver light curtain.

The Great Elder of the Huoyang Clan, Yanying, is in the late stage of Mahayana, she is going through the ninety-nine thunder disasters, if she succeeds, she will be able to ascend to the fairyland~www.readwn.com~ Thick silver lightning strikes down and lands on the silver light curtain. The light curtain swayed for a while, and it collapsed after a while.

The sound of thunder continued, and one after another thick thunder of the Nine Heavens God struck down, drowning Yan Ying's figure, the air waves rolled, and the thunder light was extremely dazzling.

After a cup of tea, the thundercloud rolled and surged, collapsed and disappeared.

Yan Shuo's face darkened, his consciousness was wide open, and he couldn't sense Yan Ying's breath.

After a while, the thunder light dissipated, the valley was razed to the ground, and the ground with a radius of ten thousand miles turned into a piece of scorched earth, and the flames were wiped out.

"Failed again."

Yan Shuo sighed, this is the fifteenth clansman who died under the ninety-nine thunder calamity.

I should be able to finish the book this month. I feel that group portraits are still too difficult to write. There are too many pig feet to talk about the lone ranger, and too many supporting roles to talk about water. I can’t balance it. I will open a new book in early May.

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