Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

Han Li was blinded by Jianhai before, and when he saw the **** swordsmanship, he was completely out of time.

In the midst of this millennium, his heart quickly meditation and meditation, and the refining of the gods began to run, and the stunned thorns suddenly started.

At this moment, Xiongshan only felt a cold scream in his mind, and his voice was so cold that his whole knowledge of the sea was frozen for a moment, and the whole person suddenly showed a short-lived loss.

The **** swordsman who came straight from the thorns suddenly trembled in the place near Han Lizhang, and there was a brief stagnation.

But this momentary change has changed the whole battle!

In the three-dimensional inner truth of the Han Dynasty, the treasure wheel was rapidly reversed, and the wind and thunder-winged fan behind it, the blood of the body was stimulated at the same time. The figure was blurred and came to the side of the blood-colored swordsman. The five-handed flying sword in the hand concentrated on the point of the sword, and spurred. Go on.

A loud noise of "砰"!

The **** swordsman slammed open, and the fierce air and waves rushed out. Han Lizheng vomited blood, and flew out hundreds of feet and crashed into the flood of Wanjian.

At the same time, in the **** swordsmanship that exploded, a piece of black iron flakes flew out and collided in midair, re-condensing into a black iron coupon.

A figure then fell out of the void, the hair was scattered, and the face was unmanned.

Not someone else, it is Xiongshan.

But seeing his chest broke through a huge **** hole, the heart has been completely smashed, and the dark red lines on the body seem to be still complete, but actually have been torn by the sword gas into countless Piece.

At this moment, he looked mad, with one hand holding a long sword, step by step in the void, heading for the "Wan Jiantie".

However, every time he took a step, he approached an inch forward, and his flesh and blood would fall down. When he was next to the iron coupon, he became a veritable figure, leaving only a pair of snow-white crystal skeleton.

With the sound of "啪"!

The golden long sword that was held in the hands of the skeleton also collapsed, turning into countless pieces and flying around.

"嗖"!

A golden ray flew out of the skeleton of the celestial body, and turned into a golden-sized baby boy of several inches in size. Looking at the Han Li, who stood firm in the face of hundreds of feet, looked like a doubt. , muttered:

"Is this... is the number of lives...?..."

In a word, this Yuan Ying also turned into a golden light and dissipated.

Han Liyao looked at all of this, and his heart could not help but sigh.

For Xiong Shan, he does not actually have much hate. Even at some level, he is still a fellow person. If he is too deep on his own, he will not even have this war.

When Xiongshan died, the high-altitude sword array instantly lost control. All the flying swords hanging in the high sky fell down like heavy rain, and fell back into the sea of ​​no life.

Han Li’s figure flew up, first of all, he took a handful of things and put the storage bracelet of Xiongshan away. Then he explored a palm and grabbed the Wanjian iron coupon in his hand. Then he fell into the hanging altar again. on.

He looked at the iron vouchers in his hand and found that it looked like a broken piece of porcelain, covered with a deep crack, as if he had used a little force to smash it.

Han Liluo was indulged and his look was slightly moved.

At this time, he could not help but hesitate.

Before, he also saw the Vientiane picture in the golden light curtain, knowing how to motivate this sword-making method, but he was worried about this iron coupon. I don’t know if it’s broken, can it still serve as a pivot and support Let him finish the sword?

He thought for a moment, sat down on the knees, put the iron coupon aside, took out a medicinal herb, and closed his eyes after taking it.

After a long while, he stood up from the ground, picked up the sword of the sword again, and spit out a sigh of breath.

"No matter what, try it, and you can complete your unfinished wish." Han Li looked at the void and looked at the empty space slowly.

After all, he throws his palms, and the black iron vouchers shine brightly and fly back to the altar.

As he recited words in his mouth, his hands and fingers changed like a wheel, and the clouds under the altar were re-ignited and turned into a red sea.

......

At the same time, somewhere in the cold Hanxian.

In the sky, a jasper flying car with a ten-foot-long speed flashed and galloped.

At the front end of the speeding car, a slender man stood tall and held a round compass-shaped magic weapon with a white cloud covering it. There was a red spot in the center, which kept flashing.

"Hey, is it the reincarnation of those locusts?" The man was puzzled and murmured.

The two armored scorpions that were standing behind them were still standing still, and there was no reaction.

......

On the mountainside of Lu Jianzong, Lu Yuqing’s silver long sword was held behind him, looking up to the peak.

The thick clouds still cover the horizon, and I can still hear the huge roar from above, and feel the amazing fluctuations from above. Now it has been stopped for a long time.

It seems that there has been some sort of change, but it has finally returned to calm.

At her feet, the wooden rafts had already broken down and scattered all over the floor.

Lu Yuqing's light flashed slightly. After hesitating again and again, he lifted his footsteps and began to slow down the stone steps and gradually drifted toward the peak.

......

I do not know how long it has been.

Above the hanging altar, Han Li’s body was full of blue light, and it was full of sweat.

His seventy-two-handed green bamboo bee cloud sword is now hovering over the hollowed out area in the middle of the altar, arranged in a special shape, like a sword array, surrounded by golden wires, bursting with current surges. The sound of action.

In the flaming flame below it, there is a ball of various colors of swords that floats up and into the blade.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer swords in the sword sea below, and more and more swords are absorbed in the green bamboo bee cloud sword, and the breath of the 72-sword flying sword becomes more and more Sheng.

Han Li has been staring at all of this, and his heart has become more and more tense.

When the last dozens of swordsmen poured into the body of the sword, and the entangled golden electric mantle decomposed and swallowed, a sudden sound of "咔" came from the sky.

"Well..." Han Li’s heart suddenly tightened and exclaimed.

Its voice just fell, hanging in the sky, the Wanjian iron coupon, the crack in the burst of golden light, it will collapse.

With the help of Xiongshan’s car, Han Li was very aware of the consequences of the collapse of the iron coupon. He quickly took a roll of sleeves and wanted to pull the green bamboo bee from the altar and leave.

However, his mana fluctuations just touched his own flying sword, and there was a flash of electric light mixed with the swordsmanship on the blade, which shattered his sleeves.

His body also felt a numbness, and he couldn’t move for a while.

At this time, on the storage bracelet on his wrist, suddenly white light flashed, a slender, palm-sized weird jade card, flew out of it, went straight to the Wanjian iron coupon.

"That is..." Han Li looked at him and looked at the object, wondering.

However, he soon remembered the source of the object, which was derived from the hand of the elder of the Holy Gate.

When Qi Qi was at the time of his battle with him, he also made a seven-sword sword array from the sword of no life. In this case, the strange jade card is likely to be the object of the sword!

When Han Lizheng was surprised, he saw that the jade card suddenly became bright and bright, and it became very transparent. The inside of the jade card was condensed into four ancient characters:

"No raw swords"

After the golden word emerged, the white jade card was merged with the Wanjian iron coupon and gradually merged into one.

Just listen to the "bang" loud noise.

The light in the sky above the altar was dim, and a thick black cloud that did not know where it came from covered it. The blue-violet rays flashed frequently, and there was a thunderous sound.

On the eight pillars around the four dragons, the eight dragons and the eyes of the dragon suddenly flashed in a golden light. Suddenly, they seemed to be alive. They burst into a burst of flames, as if they would rise from the eight pillars in the next moment. .

Then, eight Longkous were opened, and the red flame was spewed out in the middle of the altar. The large flames merged in midair, turning into a rolling sea of ​​fire.

When Han Li saw it, his body immediately came back to consciousness and immediately emerged from the altar.

The raging flames of the fire sea poured down and instantly swallowed the entire altar.

At the same time, there was a shocking sky in the sky, and a blue-violet waterfall fell down from the dark clouds, drowning into the blazing flame, for a long time.

Among the flames of electric light, the bamboo bee has been completely invisible, and the knowledge of God is completely inaccessible.

The sword-making furnace that smelts Wan Jian has only really formed!

Han Li looked complicated and sat down in the distance, staring at it.

Time flies, it is three days later.

On the eight pillars of the dragon around the altar, the eight dragons were still wide open, and they spurted into the altar and smelt the red flame.

The sea of ​​fire that drowned the entire altar was a bit bigger than it was three days ago.

In the middle of the air, a blue-violet waterfall still hangs down from the dark clouds and blasts into the blazing flame. The scope is much larger than before.

Han Li stood near the sea of ​​fire, and his temperament was calm. It seems that the injury suffered in the previous battle has recovered, but his feelings are faint and anxious.

This time, the sword was spent so long, completely out of his control, and he could not intervene if he wanted to speed up his progress. He could only wait on the side. Fortunately, blood and other people have not appeared.

Inside the Taoist Temple, a beautiful girl in black is standing here, it is Lu Yuqing who did not know when she has arrived here.

The woman walked around in the Taoist temple as if she was walking around, sometimes stopped in front of a dilapidated attic, and sometimes sat down in front of a dry well that had already covered the moss.

From time to time, his beautiful eyes looked at the surrounding environment, with a bit of sorrow, and a few unspeakable confusion.