Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

However, at this time, a huge earthquake suddenly came from the sky.

Han Li looked up and his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw the top of the Jianhai, a white cloud surrounded by gold.

Above the cloud, there is a huge white stone altar suspended in suspension. It is in the shape of an octagonal, surrounded by eight golden pillars of several tens of feet high, with golden dragons on it, and the sculptures are vivid and seemingly spectacular.

Han Li's brows were slightly stunned, and he was about to fly to see him. He heard a loud bang from the altar, and a red light was transmitted from the clouds below the altar.

Then, a red flame burst out from the center of the white cloud, and a bright red rose quickly replaced the white, instantly igniting the entire cloud.

At the same time, the Baishi altar was immediately turned into a red flame, and the flames rolled, and half of the sky was red.

Without the cloud cover, Han Li suddenly saw the hanging altar and stood a small middle-aged man.

This person is not someone else, it is Xiong Shan.

At this moment, he was solemn, his hands raised high, waving in the sky, and there was a burst of screams in his mouth.

Above the top of the head, there is a black iron plate of the size of a fan, with a micro-drum in the middle and a slight bend on both sides. It looks exactly like the "Danshu Iron Coupon" given by the secular dynasty, engraved with the "Wan Jian Gui Zong" four Large characters.

With the sound of the screaming sounds, the flames under the altar burned more and more, and a heat wave visible to the naked eye rushed in, causing the surrounding voids to burn.

In the sea of ​​swords, countless flying swords are like grasslands in the wind, swaying violently, colliding with each other, creaking.

Han Li’s brows were close, and his heart flashed a bit.

In the same year, Xiongshan was in the Candle Dragon Road, and the so-called "Qianfeng Gathering Swordsman", which was made by the swordsmanship, was mostly from this non-born sword.

The Jianhai sword array here should be the original true spirit sword array.

Based on this side of the heavens and the earth, the hanging altar is used as a stove, and the Wanjian Iron Coupon is used as a guide to collect the spirits of countless flying swords in this sword sea, and truly achieve the return of Wan Jian.

What a disappointment!

"Million! Sword! Gather! Spirit!"

Just then, there was a sudden scream on the altar of high altitude!

Its sound is like a thunder, and the rumbling sounds that the world is roaring.

During the time, the whole mountain peak violently swayed, and the invisible sword that was confined to the sword sea rose into the sky.

Han Li saw that there was a breeze in the Jianhai. The dense grass that was born in it was instantly broken, and was twisted into a powder by the invisible sword of the sky.

There were countless flying swords that were still swinging with the wind. At this moment, it was like being guided by a certain guide. It was like a soldier who was on the battle. It stood straight in the sea of ​​swords. The tip of the sword pointed to the sky and did not move.

Above the altar, Xiongshan took a deep breath, and suddenly a palm wave, a golden flying sword immediately flew out of his palm, turned into a golden light, after a whirl of flying in midair, suddenly suspended in the sword Below the iron coupon.

I saw Xiongshan and pointed it like a knife. In the void, I portrayed the golden light, and the light marks that participated in it became a golden rune of Zhang Da, and it fell on the Wanjian Iron Roll.

The Wanjian Iron Coupon trembled with a sizzling sound.

Then, the entire iron coupon began to appear a trace of fine lines, connected to each other, blooming dazzling golden light.

Just listen to the sound of "Boom"!

A stout golden light beam sprang from the Wanjian iron vouchers, reaching the sky, and then bursting like a fireworks in the sky, turning into a dazzling golden light curtain.

The shadows above the golden light curtains have become a myriad of illusory light and shadow.

Among them are the golden armor gods with tall figure like the giant, holding the broad-blade giant sword to destroy the city and the mountain, and there are also masked assassins with shadows and sorrows.

The flying woman with a graceful body, holding a sword and flying clothes with a floating dance, also has a long-shouldered old-fashioned body, and commanding the swords and swords... Wanfa, Wanjian Wanying, and so on.

Han Li brows tightly, staring at the countless ghosts in the golden light curtain, and also reflects a little bit of gold in the pupil.

At this moment, the whole body and mind seem to be immersed in it.

He only felt that he was also integrated into the golden light curtain and became one of them. He was urging the 72-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword to dance and dance in the void.

Just as he fell into it, the sea of ​​fire under the hanging altar suddenly changed, and the flames rolled and twisted, turning into a huge flame vortex, from which there was a strong attraction.

In the sword sea below, all the flying swords were inspired, and suddenly there was a chaotic tremor, which rose into the ground and turned into a torrent of flying swords flying toward the flame vortex.

The whole sky above the Jianhai became confusing, and the various colors of the swords that were arbitrarily refracted everywhere cut the entire void into pieces, and the invisible swords were no longer confined to the sea of ​​swords, and began to flee in all directions.

"嗤嗤"

The sound of the two fabrics tearing came, and Han Li’s clothes were swept by the sword, and they immediately tore two extremely long mouths.

He himself still looks at the sky motionless, as if he knows nothing about it.

In the sky, thousands of flying swords flowed into the flame vortex, and suddenly they were burnt red, and they uttered a whistling vibrato.

The position of the sword is condensed, and a group of colored **** of light dance from it. It is the pure sword of these flying swords.

The flying swords that were stripped of Jian Yuan, the light quickly dimmed, and several breaths were refining into a pool of magma-like liquid, which was blended into the flame and disappeared.

The flame vortex has a limited capacity, and it can only absorb more than a thousand flying swords at a time. Han Li’s green bamboo bee is behind the sword and there is still a distance from entering the vortex, but according to this speculation, it is only a matter of dozens of breaths. .

Above the hanging altar, Xiongshan’s brows are also close together, and muttering in the mouth: “Good, just fall into the sword of Wan Jian’s picture. Wait for this seat to become the rare sword of this world, and then take your test sword. ......"

In fact, he has already noticed the arrival of Han Li, but he is busy urging the big battle, and he has no time to take care of it.

In front of him, there was a hollowed out area in the middle of the hanging altar, in which a sword light ball floated out and hovered in midair.

When Xiongshan saw it, his face was bright, his hands were staggered in front of him, and he took out a quirky law, and pointed to the Wanjian Iron Coupon.

The golden lines on the iron vouchers suddenly flashed, and a golden glow was projected from it, shrouded the golden sword behind it, and it condensed into a mass of golden vortex.

As soon as the vortex was formed, the swords of the sword that floated on the altar immediately flew in and frantically rushed into the sword of Xiongshan.

The golden long sword rang and trembled, and the golden light of the sword swayed, spreading a burst of golden light around it.

Above the altar began to engulf the swordsmanship, and the flame vortex below also continually absorbed the new flying sword, and the green bamboo bee cloud sword wrapped in it, and it continued to approach the vortex.

At this moment, Han Li, who had been standing still in the same place, suddenly shook his body, and the golden light in his eyes gradually subsided, and instead a layer of blue light emerged.

"Awesome map!"

Han Likou sighed, but his face flashed a touch of joy.

The Vientiane picture in this golden light curtain is the same source as the Wanjian figure he obtained in the past, but it is obviously mysterious and several times high. It can even be said that the Wanjian map should be a replica of this picture.

When I watched this picture, Han Li actually deliberately let go of his own mind, otherwise he would not sink into it without knowing what he had cultivated through the three layers of refining.

The result of such complete immersion is that he not only has a deeper understanding of the changes in many sword arrays, but also clarifies the roots and working methods of the Jianhai big array here.

Xiongshan above the altar, seeing Han Li suddenly woke up, the look suddenly changed, and the mouth exclaimed:

"how can that be?"

This does not blame him for being so surprised. To know that as a true sword repairer, when he first saw the Wanjian Lingtu, he fell into it for seven days and seven nights, and it was a coincidence that he was able to wake up. of.

After that, he realized that Qian Qiang gathered in the sword array, but he was hurt by the damage of his gods. He had to withdraw from it in desperation. After waiting for so many years, he had the opportunity to make a comeback.

Xiongshan's teeth were tightly bitten, and my heart was stunned. Both hands pushed forward, pushing the swords of the swords with the spirit of the spirits, and accelerating the influx into their own flying swords.

"Hey..."

The flying swords of the sky, like the dragons, rise to the sky, twist together, and rush into the flame vortex.

Han Li looked around and saw the green bamboo bee cloud sword mixed in it, but the flame was only a hundred feet away.

His eyes condensed, he lifted his foot, and the mountain peak exploded. The whole person flew up like a meteorite and went straight to the "Stegosaurus".

However, he just flew into the sea of ​​the sword, a suffocating invisible force, and he poured from all directions, and directly pressed his body to the ground.

At the same time, a fierce hurricane hunted in his ears, filled with the chaos of the heavens and the earth, constantly cutting towards him, tearing his body shirt out of the crack.

Han Likou made a violent drink, and the blue mysterious radiance flashed, and a layer of translucent crystal film immediately appeared on the surface, which resisted all the invisible swords.

A loud bang!

Under the invisible force, his body was heavily degraded, and his legs were crushed into the ground.

Han Li’s heart glimpsed and stalked his neck and looked up at the sky. He saw Xiongshan standing on the edge of the altar. He was holding a martial art with a sword and a sword, and he explored the altar and pressed it down to Jianhai.

He is also staring at Han Li, and his eyes are full of resentment.

At this very moment, he naturally knew the person in front of him, that is, Li Feiyu, who did not know how to win his sword.

That is the so-called "Tiannan first sword repair"!