Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

A loud bang!

The golden sword light of the sky penetrated the thick fog around, like a waterfall falling down, and they were squatting on the heavy water.

A "squeaky" sound of sudden showering came from above the heads of the two men.

Han Li’s hole was shrinking, and he slammed the law with one hand and screamed “disease”.

Just listen to the sound of "嗡".

The water pattern on the water wheel of the heavy water shines brightly, and a black ray suddenly erupts from the wheel. Thousands of black heavy water rush out from the light, entangled in the air, twisting into a huge heavy water vortex. .

The golden sword light fell into the whirlpool, and there was no room for rebellion.

"Go!" Han Likou screamed, his palm suddenly waved.

The heavy water really narrowed down to the size of the ordinary shield. In a whistling sound, a very long black light arc was drawn in midair and shot at a wooden raft.

The figure was not moved, and the hand was holding the blade, and it was condensed into a wide-bladed lightsaber outside the sword body, blocking the heavy water.

Seeing that the two are about to collide together, Han Li suddenly pointed his finger in the void, and the heavy water really slid in the air, bypassing the lightsaber and squatting on the skull.

Just listen to the sound of "啪".

There was a heavy water in the skull of the skull, which bursted straight, and its remnant body seemed to be pumping all the power in an instant, and slammed it to the side and fell down.

The golden long sword in his hand is like what is called, and the light shines, turning into a flying rainbow, and flies toward the top of the mountain.

Other crickets around the scene turned a blind eye to this scene, and they all armed with long swords and killed them against Han Li.

"No time wasted here..."

Han Li's brows were close, and the palm of his hand was swiped. The heavy water really flew back and flew back, hanging over his palm, spinning.

The real-life treasure wheel in his body was reversed, and the change in time and flow rate made his body suddenly blurred.

On the top of the stone ladder, a continuous afterimage disappeared and suddenly stopped suddenly.

Then there was a continuous burst of sound.

Among the remaining six skeletons, four of them have separated and fell to the ground. The four-handed sword in their hands, like the previous handle, was shot at the top of the mountain with an invisible force.

After Han’s stature, after standing still, his face was slightly white, his mouth was soft and gasping, and the speed of the heavy water rotation on his hand gradually slowed down.

At the same time, urging the heavy water and the true-selling treasure wheel, the consumption of Xianyuan is too great. Rao is now, and there is no way to drive it for too long.

Lu Yuqing was still confronted with two cockroaches. In a blink of an eye, he found that his opponent had been defeated. He couldn’t help but look at Han Li and his face was loose.

"bang"

Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from the top of the mountain, and the whole mountain suddenly slammed.

Han Li's look couldn't help but change, looking up and looking up.

"Han brother, it is not too late, you should go there and try to get back the Feijian. I will hand it over to me, I have a way to deal with it..." Lu Yuqing suddenly said.

"Thank you, thank you." Han Li heard that after a hesitation, he said.

After all, he had a little step on the toes, and his body shape exploded again and quickly disappeared into the dense fog.

Seeing that Han Li left, the remaining two gangs just wanted to catch up, and they were flashed by Lu Yuqing and blocked in front.

At this point, her look became a bit weird, and there was a look in the good face that had never been seen before. It seemed a bit indifferent and somewhat confused, and her eyes seemed to be confused. The white fog rises and looks a bit moist and fuzzy.

Her wrist turned, and the handle of the blue feather fan was collected. In the palm of her hand, a silver-and-white sword appeared. The style was ordinary. It was obviously not a fairy tales. The grade was much worse than the blue feather fan.

"How come suddenly I think the sword is also very good..." Lu Yuqing looked at the sword in his hand and muttered to himself.

Her tone is not ridiculous, but it seems to be really doubtful, as if she does not understand, why do I want to use a sword?

......

After rushing out of the cloud-covered range, the scene on the mountain suddenly became bright, and Han Li discovered that he was still halfway up the mountain. The stone ladder in front of him still extended upwards and could not see the end.

This road went up again, but it was calm and calm, and no obstacles were encountered.

After the summit, Han Li walked along the hillside of a bluestone slab, and walked toward the center of the peak. He saw a Taoist-style building and was hidden behind a patch of green bamboo. .

The area of ​​the Taoist Temple is not large, and it seems that it is not only three courtyards, but the white walls and black tiles are complemented by various brick carving patterns, which are quite a bit of ancient taste.

At this moment, Han Li naturally innocently appreciates these. After discovering that there is no prohibition within the Taoist temple, he directly pushed the black door of the Taoist temple and smashed it all the way.

The furnishings in the Taoist Temple are very simple. The first two entrance halls are more than a dozen large halls. Except for a few gods that are not clear about the roots, most of them are empty.

There are also two rooms that appear to be Danfang. There is a Dan furnace in the middle of the house that has been extinguished. There are shelves on both sides, with various bottles and jars of various sizes.

Han Li just glanced at it, and he couldn't tell if he could still use it. It was just a big sleeve and he took it all.

The last courtyard of the Taoist temple was far away from the front, with a wide sacred pavement in the middle.

Han Li went all the way along the Shinto, and walked slowly to the front of the main hall.

Outside the main hall, there are seven or eight wooden rafts lying in the same direction, exactly the same as he had encountered at the mountainside.

Han Li’s gaze sweeped and immediately noticed that the doors and windows of the main hall and the rafts under the shackles were engraved with complicated and complicated patterns everywhere, which was obviously a rather extraordinary defense ban.

However, at this moment, it has been destroyed. Many of the key points of the rune are cracked with sword marks, and there are still silky swords remaining on it. It is obviously not destroyed until recently.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a huge black plaque hanging on it. The three large characters "Zu Shi Tang" are written in gold lacquer.

The ancestral hall of the Xianjiamen valve is the same as the title of the ancestral hall of the lower bound, but it is actually quite different.

In the lower ancestral ancestral hall, it is often used to support the ancestors of the ancestors in the door, and the celestial monks are too long because of Shouyuan. In addition to a few ancestral plaques in the ancestral hall, most of them support the ancestors of the ancestors who stayed in the door. Things.

The things of this town are not necessarily the magic weapon of the fairy tales, but most of them are the close-knit things that these elders often carry with them during the practice of the door.

These objects were the longest infected by Zongmen incense, and they were the closest to Zongmen. Therefore, they became the head of many Xianjia and elders, and they liked the objects left in the Zushitang.

The Zu Shi Tang is a place of incense and inheritance. It is often the most popular in the Zongmen. The rumors often have the support of the Zhenzong, which is self-contained because of the long-term infection by the incense.

Some of the well-known Zongmen descendants of Fukuzawa, when they worship the predecessors in the ancestral hall, occasionally encounter the situation of the Zongzi’s own choice of the Lord, and they are often blessed and stunned.

In the ancestral hall of Wushengjianzong, the furnishings are very simple. There are two rows of long lamps on both sides. The lights in the lamps are exhausted, the lights are extinguished, and the center position is from high to low. The terraces are arranged in four rows for the table.

"According to each layer as a generation, this no sword is only passed down for four generations..." Han Li murmured, and there was no accident in his heart.

But when he thought about the way they recruited their disciples, they would be relieved.

After Han Li's gaze swept, he found that in addition to the second and third floors for the table, there were only a few plates in the scattered place, and only some of the trays made of rosewood were left empty.

Han Li’s eyes stayed on the top floor for a moment, and there was no place for the innocents, only a slightly longer rosewood tray.

"It seems that no man of life has yet to make a living when there is no destruction of the sword."

As a result, on the occasion of his indulgence, there was a sudden burst of jingle sound behind the Zu Shi Tang.

The sound is not big, but there is a strange penetrating power that has been transmitted here. He has not listened attentively, and he can hear it clearly.

In his heart, he immediately went out of the ancestral hall, along a bluestone trail in the backyard, and rushed toward the back hill.

After about a quarter of an hour, Han Li came to a sloping hillside in front of the slopes and stopped.

At his feet, there is a black stone with a height of half a person, which is very inconspicuous. The two characters are written in the ancient font:

"Jian Hai"

Han Li stood on the edge of the hillside and looked down. He saw a blue meadow, and there was a faint reflection of light. When he looked at it carefully, he couldn’t help but pick it up and screamed in his mouth.

I saw the dense green grass underneath, the countless flying swords were inverted, the styles were different, but most of them pointed to the sky, like grass, gently swaying in the mountain wind, bursting into each other in a collision sound.

Among these flying swords, there are small flying swords that are as thin as sewing needles, and large swords with wide blades like door panels. They have curved swords like snakes and odd long swords with straight edges. ... all kinds of colors, not just one.

They also don't know how many thousands of years have been stored in the sword sea, and none of them have been damaged or rusted. Without exception, all of them are shining with dazzling aura.

Han Li’s gaze patrolled, squinting in the sea of ​​swords, and finally looked at him and landed next to a wide-blade sword.

There, he saw his own green bamboo bee cloud sword, and the seventy-two handles were arranged neatly, swaying gently with the frequency of other flying swords.

However, when he called with his heart, the frequency of the swing of the green bamboo bee cloud sword suddenly became a little messy. It seemed to be responding to him, but it seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and he never flew to him.

Han Li sees this and his heart moves.

But seeing it with one hand, "嗤啦", a pair of clothes fluttering up, wrapped in a soft blue light, silently crossed the black stone, into the Jianhai range, surrounded by Suddenly there was a layer of fine light and shadow that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

Almost no sound was produced, and the clothes were disintegrated in the light and shadow, turning into powder.

Han Li saw it, stopped the action, and browed.