A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"Double price. Fellow Taoist Wan is really generous!" Han Li laughed, and his face changed into a half-smiling expression.

"Why, fellow Taoist, you think it's not enough?" Wan Tianming asked calmly.

"Enough, of course. It's a pity that Han promised to take action many years ago. And I have no habit of going back and breaking promises. However, if fellow Taoist Wan can retreat safely, next time, Han It's not like I can't consider this condition of fellow Taoist." Han Li replied lazily, with an obvious tone of ridicule.

At this time, the monks from both the Counter Star Alliance and Star Palace were dumbfounded.

The smile on Wan Tianming's face finally disappeared, revealing a gloomy look.

"Now that Brother Han has made a decision, Wan can only discuss things with fellow Taoists. But if you and I take action, it will affect the juniors nearby. How about we go to another place far away to fight?" Wan Tianming said in a cold voice. down.

"Okay, this is exactly what I wanted." After hearing this, Han Li agreed without even a second thought.

This time, Wan Tianming was a little stunned, but after his eyes flashed gloomily for a few times, he then made a seal with his hands, turned into a purple rainbow, and flew away in the direction away from Tianxing City.

Han Li looked back at Ling Yuling and others, nodded with a smile, and turned into a blue rainbow to chase after them.

In the blink of an eye, the two late-stage great monks disappeared through the air one after another, and soon disappeared at the end of the sky.

Seeing this situation, Ling Yuling and the old man named Zhao looked at each other, and both saw a trace of worry on the other's face.

This Wan Tianming seemed to have known about Han Li's existence for a long time, and now he took the initiative to invite a fight and escaped. Could there be some conspiracy behind it? However, Han Li followed without hesitation. This made the two of them reluctant to say anything to dissuade them, lest they affect their own morale.

"Hey, since Wan Taoist friends have left, we don't have to be idle anymore. Let Lan weigh the magical powers of you juniors, tsk tsk! I haven't killed a Nascent Soul-level monk in hundreds of years. Yeah." The big man with loose hair among the Lan family's two demons stretched out a bright red tongue, touched his lower lip, and suddenly let out a strange laugh.

Then he made a secret with both hands, opened his mouth, and spit out a white bone ring. At the same time, a large amount of blood mist emerged from the big man's body, and in an instant it spread over dozens of feet nearby, forming a sea of ​​blood. At the same time, the returning ghosts cried and howled loudly, sweeping towards the formation of Star Palace monks on the opposite side.

The petite woman next to the big man also let out an enchanting chuckle from Sakura's mouth. With a flick of her sleeves, streams of pink mist flew out from her sleeves. , difficult for myself.

After the old man surnamed Long and the old woman looked at each other, one of them sprayed out a golden ball, and the other released thirteen green flying knives in one go, turning into a ray of light and attacking.

Seeing this, Ling Yuling and other Nascent Soul cultivators from the Counter Star Alliance naturally did not dare to neglect, and they also used their magical powers to greet him with various rays of light.

There are a few more monks in the early stage of Yuanying in the Star Palace, and the Counter Star Alliance has the Lan family's twin demons, two powerful evil stars in the middle stage of Yuanying. The various auras and devilish energies transformed by the magical powers of both sides clashed with each other in a rumbling manner. After touching each other, they were instantly intertwined and became deadlocked there.

Seeing this, the middle and low-level monks on both sides who were in the foundation-building stage of the Core Formation shouted in unison, sacrificed their own magic weapons and weapons, and rushed over with the Escape Light. A melee officially began.

It's just that these monks naturally stayed away from the fighting place of the Nascent Soul-level monks in the center and scattered far away.

For a time, within a radius of dozens of miles, there were explosions, shouts of killing, and the sound of collisions of various magic weapons, resounding for nine days, and it was impossible to tell which side had the upper hand.

It seems that if the two sides really want to decide the winner, it will not be a matter of time.

At the same time, the escape light transformed by Han Li and Wan Tianming traveled nearly a thousand miles in one breath before finally stopping on a sea surface.

As soon as Han Li emerged from the blue light, he crossed his arms and looked at the opposite side, without any expression on his face.

With his current powerful spiritual consciousness, it would be obvious at a glance whether there were other monks hiding and ambush nearby. Otherwise, how could he really be led by the other party?

After the spiritual thoughts here were scanned, there was indeed no one within a hundred miles, and there was no restrictive magic circle. Looking at Wan Tianming opposite, he looked extremely calm.

Han Li's thoughts turned around and he felt a little funny in his heart!

This seemed interesting, as the Master of the Ten Thousand Gates seemed to be as confident as he was in this battle.

"That's almost it. This place is pretty quiet. It's used as a burial place for Taoist friends. It doesn't count as a great monk." Wan Tianming looked around and looked back at Han Li. His whole body felt like an iceberg. said coldly.

"My burial place?" After hearing this, Han Li did not get angry, but chuckled.

"Why, Fellow Daoist Han thinks he's exaggerating too much in Xiahaikou." Wan Tianming asked with a snort.

"No. I just feel that there is something wrong with Brother Wan's recent cultivation. Could it be that his strength has been improved too fast and his brain has been damaged." Han Li said leisurely after giving a noncommittal smile.

"Whether it's a lie or not, you will know after your fellow Taoist spirit is gone. But before that, I would like to introduce the other two people to you." Wan Tianming said gloomily.

"Introducer? You think I am a three-year-old boy. If there is a third person here besides you and me, I will pluck off the head and give it to you directly." Han Li sneered and replied politely.

Wan Tianming's eyes narrowed when he heard this, but then he said calmly

"Really? This was a slip of the tongue. These two are indeed not human beings now."

After saying this, without waiting for Han Li to understand what he meant, he picked up a black leather bag from his waist, threw it into the air, and then made a hand seal while muttering something in his mouth.

Immediately, the mouth of the bag was turned upside down, and a black mist spurted out from inside. Two figures, one tall and one thin, emerged, erratic in the mist, like ghosts.

"Refining corpses?" Han Li was so experienced that he immediately recognized that the mist in front of him was an extremely powerful corpse aura, and he frowned slightly.

When Wan Tianming heard this, he sneered and shouted a spell.

As soon as the two figures raised their arms, the corpse energy nearby seemed to be attracted by a huge force, turning into streams of mist pythons and rushing towards them. They disappeared into the body one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the black corpse energy was absorbed, revealing the true appearance of the two gray-white figures.

Han Li glanced at the two refined corpses, his expression extremely calm.

It's no wonder that he is completely unfamiliar with the appearance of these two refined corpses, so naturally he won't show anything unusual.

Among the two refined corpses, the taller one had a stern face and looked to be only in his forties, but his arms were much longer than those of ordinary people, hanging directly to his knees. The palm is also extremely large, but it looks extremely crystal clear, as if it is carefully carved from white jade. The other, shorter, refined corpse looked like a woman in her thirties, with a slender face and deep eyes and thick eyebrows, but there were three small swords of different styles on one shoulder. Nailed on the flesh, it looks extremely weird.

When Wan Tianming saw that Han Li was looking at the two refined corpses without any expression, his eyes flashed with a stern expression.

He took a deep breath and changed his techniques. Suddenly, there was a strange clicking sound in his body, and then his body rose several inches. At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a burst of purple mist spurted out, covering him in the blink of an eye. Form submerged into it. It turned into a cloud several feet in size.

Then the clouds rolled violently and began to change in colorful colors.

Seeing this scene, Han Li touched his chin and chuckled. When his hands were put down, a ball of three-color light rolled out from the cuff of one hand, and a green light flashed from the other hand, and the Eight Spiritual Ruler Spiritual Treasure emerged.

Han Li had a normal expression on his face, but he had already made up his mind. No matter what skills or secrets the opponent used, he would go all out once he made a move. After spotting the opportunity, first use the Eight Spirit Ruler to trap the opponent, and then get close to the opponent and use the Three Flame Fan to strike with all his strength.

With this thought in his mind, Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, and there was a low thunderous sound behind him, and then a pair of blue-white wings appeared.

Just when he was about to use his wings to escape to the opponent's vicinity, a scene that surprised him appeared!

In the changing color of the clouds on the opposite side, there was a sudden clicking sound, and then an astonishing amount of demonic energy rose into the sky. The fog instantly turned into gray and white, and at the same time exuded an eerie cold chill.

Han Li's pupils shrank and his heart skipped a beat.

Isn't Wan Tianming the master of the Zhengdao Wanfa Sect? How could he practice the demonic skills? Moreover, this demonic aura is somewhat familiar, similar to the true demonic aura of the ancient demon, but not completely. By the way, in his memory it seemed that another person had similar demonic energy. It just seemed like too long a gap, and he couldn't recall it right away in a hurry.

Just as Han Li was wondering, a burst of arrogant laughter came from the demonic aura, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the demonic aura.

Behind this man appeared six clearly abnormal, tall shadows that seemed to be substantial. Some had horns on their heads, or had fangs spitting out of their mouths. They were all ferocious and terrifying, covered in scales and armor, as if demons had appeared in the world.

"Six Extremes of True Demonic Skills!"

Such a strange situation made Han Li scream out without thinking too much.

"Oh, you actually recognize my magic skills. You're not really confused!" The man stopped laughing and looked at Han Li coldly in a condescending manner, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.

This man is obviously wearing Wan Tianming's clothes, but his face and figure are completely different.

At this moment, Han Li looked at this person's true appearance, his face full of stunned expression.

(First update! It’s a little too late. The second update will be updated in the evening!)