Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World

The Qingpao man did not pay attention to the three old men in the black robe, and walked leisurely to the huge head of the five-jawed dragon. He lifted one hand and grabbed the five fingers.

"Spray"!

Somewhere in the head, it bursts open, and a black crystal nucleus of a fist size is flying out of it. The surface has a mysterious black pattern, which is the demon of the five-claw ink.

After a little expression of the youthful expression, one of them will be collected, and then the five fingers will be combined into a hand knife, which is slightly blurred.

The "咔咔" sounds loud and the four giant claws of the dragon are smashed down.

After the young man put away the giant claws, he turned his eyes and fell on the neck of the giant clam.

There is a pale silver scale that is so close to the world, which is quite different from the surrounding black scales. There are also a few pale silver spurs around it, which exudes amazing spiritual fluctuations.

On the scales and spurs, there are some faint patterns similar to those on the demon.

The young man carefully took the silver scales and bone spurs down, took away some of the monster materials on the dragon, and stood up and turned to look at the three old black robes.

Although there was no malice in the eyes of the man, the old three of them still sneaked in the heart, and the cold sweat was like rain.

The Qingpao man ignored the three people and quickly recovered his gaze. He was turned into a blue rainbow and flew away in the distance.

When the man disappeared completely in the distance, the three men were relieved.

"This... Is this dragon dragon the five-clawed ink dragon we just said?" The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the black dragon's remnant and said.

"It should be, and look at this situation, this dragon is very likely to have advanced to the Mahayana!" The old man in the black robe has just calmed down at this moment, nodded.

Young green shirts and middle-aged priests heard the words and took a breath.

"The predecessor was able to kill this dragon with bare hands, and look at him. It seems that there is no power to waste. Is it also a great monk in the Mahayana period? The Sima predecessors of the Cold Yanzong and the Laoshan predecessors of the Yuanyuan Temple imaged me. I have seen it, it seems that they are not one of them." The young woman in the green shirt still has some feelings, and she said with doubt.

"Is it a illusion of appearance?" The middle-aged Taoist thought of a possibility.

"Should not be, from the wound of this ink dragon, just the predecessor should be a pure force repair, 80% is not the two predecessors." The old man in black robe shook his head.

"Not the two of them, there are other Mahayana periods in this spiritual world?" Young women in green shirts are a little surprised.

"There is another... Do you forget that a few years ago, the Han Li predecessor who destroyed the Tian Gui Zong overnight, he is a force repair!" The black robe old man said here, unconsciously depressed A few voices.

"The legendary Korean predecessor... Yes, he seems to be very young in the rumor, is it really him!" The young woman in the green shirt couldn't help but shine.

"The rumored Korean predecessor is a fairy from the fairy world, but it is a real immortal!" The middle-aged Taoist also said with some excitement.

The three of them spoke, and their eyes quickly fell on the body of the five-jawed ink dragon, and the eyes glowed with enthusiasm.

Although this dragon is a remnant, although Han Li can't look at his eyes, he will not give up, but for the three monks, even if it is a small piece of dragon and blood, I am afraid that it will be enough to cause a big stir.

You know, this is the flesh and blood of the Mahayana Warrior!

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Tianjingmen has been born to the present, and it has a history of two or three hundred thousand years. Although the foundation is not comparable to the cold flames and the super-majority of the Yuanyuanguan, there are several monks in the gate who sit in the town, and the strength cannot be underestimated.

It’s just that this act has always been low-key, and it’s not very famous in the spiritual world.

At this time, inside the Tianjingmen, there is a huge performance field.

The dazzling golden light flashed and made a loud thunder!

An old man in silver robes flew out like a kite, and slammed into the ban on the opening of the martial arts field. Wow, a mouth spurted a blood and dyed the clothes in front of him.

A pale gold scorpion slammed back and flew back, and the surface was faint and faint.

Opposite the old man, a black-breasted monk stood in the void, his face covered with a layer of blue light, unable to see the appearance, and slowly recovered the extended right hand.

Outside the martial arts field, there were also three men of the fit-in period. They saw that the scene was completely stunned. They rushed to revoke the ban on the performance of the martial arts field. The flying shot fell to the front of the silver robes, and the star-studded monk stared at the distance. .

"Great elder, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, this Taoist friend has been merciful." The old man in the silver robe took out a yellow medicinal medicinal medicinal suit, and his face slowly looked good.

As soon as this statement came out, the three people around him suddenly saw it.

"Daoyou's strength is extraordinary, and the old man can't even pick up a trick with his lord, hehe." The old man in the silver robe rushed into the air, and the monk was stunned.

"If you admit defeat, according to the agreement, you will hand over the piece of Babao Lingyu." The Qingpao monk said plainly, it sounds like the age is not big.

The old man in the silver robes had no choice but to say something to a big man in the fit.

Although Dahan was not willing to face, he was still flying out.

After a while, he flew back, holding a white jade box a few feet long and half a foot wide and handed it to the old man in silver robes.

The old man's hand stroking the jade box, his eyes flashed a trace of reluctance, or waved a golden light wrapped in a jade box and handed it to the Qingpao monk.

The Qingpao monk reached for the jade box and flashed his finger on the jade box.

“噼啪” sounded a little loud, and the white jade box slowly opened on its own. There were several white jade pieces of different sizes. Although it seemed ordinary, the surface was vaguely colored with eight colors, which was quite strange.

The Qingpao monk nodded, covered the lid, and folded his hand.

"There are a few exquisite jade marrow mines in this door. Only after ten thousand years have they accumulated these best eight treasures and exquisite jade, hope that the Taoist friends can make proper use of them." The old man in silver robes sighed and said.

"You can rest assured that I will not let these exquisite jade buried." The Qingpao monk smiled and then flicked.

A white light flew out and fell to the silver robe old man, but it was a storage bracelet.

"I will not take the things of the nobles. The things inside should be enough to compensate for these eight treasures." The Qingpao monk said a little, then the body shape turned into a blue rainbow, and a flash disappeared into the sky. .

The silver robes of the old man sneaked into the storage bracelet, and suddenly he was shocked.

There are a lot of Lingshi in it, and there are a group of Wannian Lingcao and some extremely precious monster materials.

On the value, it is really not under those eight treasures, even more than a few points.

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In just a few months, there have been some bizarre things in the Lingbi world.

Several rare materials of the sect, or secret techniques, the Zongmen classics were successively taken away by a mysterious person.

This person did not know where to come from, and he was very high. However, his actions were quite proper. The sects who were taken away from the treasures were all compensated very much. Therefore, they did not cause public outrage in the major gates of the Lingbi world. Zongmen disciples relished the mess that made many things unrelated.

The abruptness of this person, after a few months of activeness, suddenly disappeared and never appeared again.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is half a year later.

In the southeastern part of the Lingbi area, there is a huge red mountain, called the Huoyun Mountain Range, which stretches hundreds of thousands of miles.

The largest part of the mountain is a huge volcano connected to it. It sprays hot and inferior magma all the year round. The air is filled with a pungent smell of sulfur, which is extremely hot.

All the mountains are almost black and red, like red stones. Even the clouds in the sky are reddish all the year round. The Huoyun Mountain is named after it.

It is the largest place of fire spirit in the spiritual world, and it is also one of the famous places in this world. Even if it is a high-ranking monk, few people dare to go deep.

A huge abyss deep in the depths of the Huoyun Mountain Range. The deepest point is a large magma river, which flows through and makes a loud bang.

The red surface of the magma flickers and it seems that there are countless burning flames.

The high temperature here makes the surrounding air blurry and distorted with a slight ripple.

A large cave was dug up from a cliff wall that was less than a hundred feet away from the Magma River. There were various radiances in it, and various whistling sounds were heard from time to time.

On this day, a long scream of a dragon shouted from the cave, and then a huge white light column in the cave ran straight into the sky.

In the light column, two dragons and a huge skeleton of the skeleton are visible. After a long time, they slowly dissipate.

In the cave, a green robe man sits cross-legged here.

It was Han Li, and at the moment he was full of joy.

In front of him, two pieces of treasures with a flash of light were suspended. A bone white armor, simple in shape, engraved with eight patterns, seems to be shields, treasure umbrellas, ** and the like.

There is also a pair of silver scorpion gloves, a silver-white spur on the glove, which looks like two scorpions.

Both magic weapons exude horrible spiritual fluctuations.

Han Li’s eyes slowly swept over the two magic weapons, and his face flashed with a glimmer of satisfaction.

This bone white armor is called Babao Ling's skeleton, and the glove is called the broken Tianjia.

The method of refining the two magic weapons is that he found it from the classics of the Heavenly Ghosts. It is not an ordinary magic weapon. In a sense, it is a magic weapon specially designed for the purpose of self-cultivation. It requires a strong physical force. Give full play to its power.

Sima Jingming said that it is very dangerous to use this method of smuggling and flying. For the sake of insurance, he has tried his best to collect countless treasures and refine these two magic weapons.

Han Li opened a mouthful of glaucoma, and took the bone armor and the boxing armor. He took a piece of blue jade book and turned it over to a detailed map of the coffin world.

On the map of the jade book, several places were specifically marked.

These are the locations of several weak spatial nodes that he found from the various sects of the sects, but they have not been verified in person.

After Han Liluo sank, his eyes fell on a marked point in the southeastern part of the map of Yushu, and his eyes flashed a few times.

A moment later, a cyan Changhong flew out of the canyon and flew away in the distance.