A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"Really! I wonder how this disciple of my sect offended Brother Zheng Wei, so much so that fellow Taoist fellow Daoist did not hesitate to teach him a lesson with his own hands?" At this moment, a faint voice suddenly came from the distance, followed by several escapes of different colors. The laser light came and was in front of several Poison Saint Sect disciples in an instant.

The person speaking among them, who looked blank when facing the figure in the red light, was none other than the monk named Hua himself.

"It turns out that Brother Hua is really here, and Zheng is rude. I was just joking with the noble disciples, how could I really bully the younger ones!" Contrary to the expectations of other monks present, the monk who looked menacing in the red light suddenly After seeing several elders from the Poison Saint Sect arriving, they immediately laughed and said that they were completely different from before, they actually didn't care about their appearance at all.

"Hehe, this is the famous Taoist Fellow Zheng Wei from Sisan. Now that I see him, he is indeed well-deserved!" A burst of laughter came from the other side, and then everyone's eyes were blurred, between the red light and the monks of the Poison Saint Sect. Suddenly, five more white figures appeared, all standing there like bamboo poles.

"Five Sons of the Same Heart Demon! It turns out that the godbrother of the Yinluo Sect has arrived!" The monk's voice changed greatly in the red light, as if he was shocked.

"It's easy to say, Brother Zheng's reputation is no less than mine!" Gan Laomo chuckled.

This is true. Speaking of this, Master Sisan can be regarded as a famous figure in the world of immortal cultivation in the Jin Dynasty.

However, it's not that this person has great magical powers, but that this person is really a typical cunning character who bullies the weak and fears the strong. When facing monks with lower cultivation than him, he would be fierce and merciless. When meeting those with higher magical power than him, he would immediately surrender and flatter them, without caring about his own face. But once there is an opportunity to take advantage of him, this person will immediately turn his back and become ruthless. He often does dirty things such as taking advantage of others' danger and saping people behind their backs.

Such a character naturally offended many monks, and even some Nascent Soul level monks hated him with itch. But although this person is a casual cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he also practices the kind of technique that is the easiest to improve his realm, but his magical power is very different. However, in his early years, he accidentally obtained an ancient treasure, the "Square Flying Boots". After using it, his escape speed was no worse than that of the late Nascent Soul monks.

Moreover, this person later practiced several strange and mysterious techniques that were specifically designed to protect his life. In addition, he rarely provoked powerful monks who were in the middle stage of Nascent Soul or above. Therefore, although he was hated by many people, he has remained free to this day and became a member of the Great Jin Immortal World. One of the most notorious people.

Of course, Hua Tianqi would not look down upon such a character, but Gan Lao Mo seemed to be quite interested in this person.

However, when this Sifang Sanren saw the appearance of the great elder of Lianyin Luo Sect, he immediately started to back away from the crowd while laughing, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Seeing the other party's timid appearance, Gan Laomo also lost the idea of ​​saying anything to him, but said to Hua Tianqi with a half-smile but not a smile:

"Brother Hua, the disciples of your noble sect are guarding this place. Do you want to join the others to block the outside?"

"Brother Qian is joking. How dare we, the Poison Saint Sect, stop fellow Taoist Qian. Even other Taoists, our sect has no intention of blocking us. It's just that this place is now blocked by the illusion formation. We also want to break this formation first, and then Let all fellow Taoists go in so that no fellow Taoists are trapped in it." Hua Tianqi was silent for a moment and said with flashing eyes.

"Oh, this is the good intention of Mr. Gan. However, this is just a magic formation. It's hard for me to fall down. Mr. Gan wants to go in now. I don't know how friendly he is?" Mr. Gan Laomo sneered and stepped forward step by step. He said forcefully.

"No problem, as long as godfather can break into the formation, I will never stop him in the slightest." Hua Tianqi seemed to be completely relaxed and said without hesitation, and waved his hand to signal his disciples to get out of the way immediately.

Although the other three elders of the Poison Saint Sect were a little confused, but out of their usual trust in Hua Tianqi, no one said anything.

Those few disciples at the Dan Formation Stage immediately stepped aside obediently.

"Then I'll take the first step." Gan Laomo laughed wildly, and five white shadows flashed straight into the white light curtain. In the blink of an eye, the light curtain in front of him glowed with a blue light, and the white shadows disappeared one after another. .

"Are there any other fellow Taoists who want to break into the formation? Hua will not stop him either." Hua Tianqi waited for the light curtain to return to calm, twisted the green lines on his face a few times, and said slowly to the monks around him.

Hua Tianqi's move made the originally aggressive cultivators look at each other for a moment. Even Zheng Wei, the scattered real person just now, also hid in the crowd and became silent.

Just now everyone thought that the Poison Saint Sect wanted to monopolize the entrance, so naturally everyone became hostile and wanted to enter the seal first. But now the other party gave way to the exit, and there was already a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage inside, but they all became cautious again.

Not to mention whether this illusory formation is difficult to break, if the great elder of Yinluo Sect suddenly starts killing in the illusory formation, who among them can resist it alone. Naturally, he hesitated.

Seeing this situation, Hua Tianqi showed a trace of ridicule on his face, and immediately ignored the others, turned around and ordered to his disciples:

"You don't need to stay here anymore. We can break through this phantom formation if we spend a little more time and work together. You can go back to the surface."

"Yes, Great Elder!" The seven or eight Poison Saint Sect's pill-forming disciples bowed to accept the order, then flew upwards without looking back, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then, with a greeting from Hua Tianqi, the four elders of the Poison Saint Sect also stepped into the illusory formation below. After a burst of rays of light, they also disappeared.

There was a commotion among the remaining monks.

Most of them are loners. Even if they come with a group, they are only two or three monks in the alchemy stage. How dare they enter this formation.

The remaining Nascent Soul Stage monks were alone in a place, and they all looked thoughtful.

Seeing that no one was blocking the entrance, the place became quiet for a while.

"Fellow Taoist, how about we go in together?" Behind the crowd, the scattered real people sneakily appeared in front of a tall man and said with a smile.

"Go in with you? It's better to avoid it. I've admired my Taoist friend for a long time!" When the Nascent Soul stage man heard Zheng Wei's words, he immediately rolled his eyes and looked unhappy.

"Why do fellow Taoists reject people thousands of miles away? I took a look. Apart from you and me, there are three other monks here who seem to be strangers. If we work together to find out, If so, there is no need to be afraid of those who are responsible for the old devil and the poisonous saint sect." Zheng Wei still didn't take it seriously and said pleasantly.

"Huh, you convince the others first and then come to me." The big man was moved when he heard this, but the other party was really notorious, so he still stated his conditions without thinking.

"Okay, that's all I need from fellow Taoist. Leave the rest to Zheng." Zheng Wei assured, patting his chest. Then he flew towards an old man covered in purple light in the distance under the suspicious gaze of the big man.

"Fellow Taoist, do you want to go inside and explore? I have already discussed with the fellow Taoist over there and are planning to find three more fellow Taoists to go with us. I wonder if you are willing to join us?" Before the old man could see the uninvited guest, he showed surprise. Zheng Wei first showed a smile.

The old man frowned and looked at Zheng Wei coldly, then raised his head and glanced at the big man on the other side, just in time to meet the curious look of the big man looking over.

After a brief eye contact, the old man's face suddenly showed a hint of surprise, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Soon after, five Nascent Soul-level casual cultivators who had never met each other entered the illusion formation together. As a result, the high-level monks who stayed outside suddenly disappeared.

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At the same time that many Nascent Soul cultivators entered the illusory formation, Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light all around.

Now he was alone in a dreamlike space, surrounded by ethereal clouds of various colors, with no sky above and no earth below, floating in the air out of thin air.

"This ghost place is too evil. I can't fly out no matter how hard I try. There are no restrictions, and it doesn't look like an illusion! Is it really necessary to be trapped and die here?" Han Li murmured to himself, with an expression on his face. Feeling very depressed.

A few days ago, the three of them accidentally discovered a very rare spiritual grass on a rock next to the stairs. The old man surnamed Fu immediately went to pick it eagerly.

As a result, as soon as the old man pulled out the spiritual grass, some kind of restriction was triggered. Han Li's eyes suddenly blurred, and he appeared here alone.

Bai Yaoyi and the old man named Fu were nowhere to be found.

Facing the restriction of the magic formation, although Han Li could not be called a master of formations, he had also studied some ancient strange formations, so he would naturally not be afraid of anything at first.

But not long after, Han Li felt something bad.

Because he couldn't even be sure whether everything here was an illusion. He only knew that no matter how long he flew, what appeared in front of him was exactly the same situation. And the magical power of Ming and Qing Lingmu has been used for a long time, and no abnormality was found at all.

As for using flying swords, magic weapons and other attacks, I have tried them all one by one. As a result, after the attack was launched, it traveled a long distance without any obstruction, and then collapsed and disappeared, unable to hit the real target at all.

In this way, no matter how sharp his attack is, it will be useless.

After wandering around in this space for so long and still finding nothing, Han Li finally stopped.

After contemplating for a while with his eyes narrowed, he suddenly sat down cross-legged, gently closed his eyes, and began to think over the various ancient formations he had practiced in his life in detail to see if he could Find similar restrictions so you can break out of the formation.

Time passed slowly, and Han Li remained motionless, like a wooden sculpture. After an unknown amount of time, Han Li finally changed his expression and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the colorful clouds all around him.

"Tsk, tsk! So that's it, it really is." Han Li had a strange look in his eyes and murmured softly to himself.

(First update!)