A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

But something unexpected happened to the monk!

Although the ten fire threads did not penetrate the golden shadow, they suddenly flashed with red light and turned into thick red fire chains. They circled like lightning and bound the golden shadow tightly.

When the monk saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and then without thinking, he raised his hand and flicked it into the air.

A white sword light flashed out from the fingertips and went straight to the fire chain to slash hard.

After a pleasant crisp sound, there was a slight intertwining of red light and white light, and the sword light was deflected by a flick. It only made a pea-sized gap in the thick fire chain, but could not completely cut it open.

At this moment, the silver-robed monk's face darkened.

He saw that the three-color firebirds and purple fire waves on the opposite side were about to sweep over one after another. In desperation, he suddenly stepped on the white lotus under his feet with one foot, and at the same time let out a long roar like a dragon's roar from his mouth, and used both arms to Look outward and dignified.

The huge golden shadow seemed to feel the anxiety in the monk's heart, and suddenly the whole body radiated golden light. The huge body suddenly swelled up by less than half, and turned into a giant of seven or eight feet, looking like it was about to break the fire chain in an instant.

But something happened next that made the monk's heart sink.

As the size of King Kong's body grew, the fire chain also grew larger, without appearing to be strenuous at all.

The monk made a seal with his hands again, and the golden shadow suddenly shrank in size again in the spiritual light. The chain of fire also shrunk and became thinner, like a tarsal maggot, tightly wrapped around the shadow, unable to escape.

At this time, the silver-robed monk's expression really changed.

Seeing the three-color firebird flying nearby, he ignored the shadow above his head and hurriedly threw the jade bottle in his hand into the air.

After the silver bottle circled, the mouth of the bottle was pointed straight at the flying firebird. It was lowered under the silver light, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from the bottle. Then seven-color Buddha light sprayed out from the bottle mouth, directly It rolled towards the oncoming three-color firebird.

The fire bird spit out three-color flames from its mouth, spread its wings to break through the Buddha's light, and flew to the top of the silver-robed monk's head in one breath.

Immediately when the two came into contact, the Buddha's light suddenly circulated and expanded. The seven-color spiritual light kept rotating, and actually wrapped the firebird in it, rolled it back, and took it into the bottle. The whole process was so light and easy, as if this bottle was the nemesis of the three-color firebird!

When the silver-robed monk saw this, his expression relaxed, but he immediately raised the silver vase in the air.

The treasure trembled and once again sprayed out a large stream of Buddha's light. This time the target was the purple wave of fire that followed closely behind the firebird.

It seems that he plans to use this treasure to also put the Purple Extreme Fire into the bottle.

But at this moment, a faint "explosion" sound was heard from the opposite side. The silver vial that was originally suspended in front of him suddenly shook violently. The surface of the vial became uneven. At the same time, in the early silver light flashing wildly, there was something like a muffled thunder. A faint roar came from the bottle, and the sound became louder and louder.

"not good!"

The silver-robed monk first scanned the silver vase with his spiritual thoughts in surprise, and then discovered something astonishing, and suddenly lost his voice. Then he saw this eminent monk from the Leiyin Sect. The white lotus swayed under his feet again, and he disappeared in a flash on the lotus.

Only the several-foot large lotus flower that was slowly rotating in the void was left, and the golden shadow was imprisoned in the sky.

And at the same time that Monk Jinchan shed her shell, the silver vial burst into flames with an earth-shattering roar.

A three-color halo emerged in the void where the silver screen disappeared!

The three-color runes circulated slightly, and the volume of the halo suddenly increased several times, and the white lotus and the Vajra shadow in the air were all submerged in it.

The golden shadow was trapped in the air by circles of fire chains, unable to move or dodge at all. Therefore, although the phantom was slightly supported by the three-color flames, it still collapsed and dissolved like a bubble after a "pop" sound, and turned into nothing. As for the white lotus, it was even worse. As soon as Fang was covered by the three-color flames, it immediately vaporized.

From another place more than thirty feet away, a white light flashed, and the figure of a silver-robed monk emerged. But at the moment when the Vajra shadow was destroyed, his face suddenly turned pale several times, and when he opened his mouth, a small mouthful of blood spurted out. At the same time, his pale golden skin suddenly became much darker, and he looked like his vitality had been damaged a lot.

That Vajra Shadow is as close to the natal magic weapon as it is to the Qi, Heart, Spirit, Essence and Blood!

However, Han Li used a spell in his hand with an expressionless expression, and the purple fire wave rolling in from behind suddenly changed its direction and transformed into a purple fire python more than ten feet long. It held a white bead in its mouth and pounced on the escaping Silver. Monk in robe.

Before he could rush in front of the monk, a cold wind started blowing nearby, and the temperature suddenly dropped to the extreme, giving people a strange feeling as if the space in all directions was frozen.

The silver-robed monk's feet flashed with white light, and out of thin air he transformed into a lotus flower that was the same as before. His feet did not move, but after the lotus flashed several times, he retreated more than ten feet at once, and at the same time he let out a bitter laugh:

"Stop! There's no need to compete. Fellow Daoist Han really has great magical powers. I'm willing to be defeated!"

The silver-robed monk unexpectedly surrendered as soon as Fang Yi and Han Li officially fought. At the same time, he stared at the damaged spot on the screen in the sky, with a look of pity on his face.

That silver screen was a top-level Buddhist treasure that he had managed to obtain back then. It was actually destroyed in a competition, which really made him feel depressed. How dare you continue fighting?

What's more, although neither side seemed to be using their full strength, Han Li's magical power was obviously on top of them. He was naturally unwilling to fight anymore because his vitality was damaged.

When Han Li heard this, his eyes flashed a few times, then he smiled and waved in the distance.

The purple fire python suddenly condensed, then turned into a ball of purple flames and disappeared. Only the white ball was left floating in the air. Then, under the urging of Han Li's spiritual thoughts, this treasure and also The chain of fire, which was restored to its original form, shot back together.

The second treasure flickered a few times before disappearing into Han Li's body.

Han Li clasped his fists at the monk opposite him, said "acceptance" calmly, and then slowly stood down.

At the palace gate, Han Li was naturally greeted with eyes full of awe.

Although they were both great monks, Han Li had just made a serious move and wounded Monk Yuan Zhi so easily. I am afraid that everyone below, including Can Ku, was completely surprised.

Even the young-looking Flame Bamboo Monk couldn't help but show a hint of unnaturalness when he met Han Li's gaze, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"The fight between the two fellow Taoists is really an eye-opener for me. I really hope that Can can advance to this level one day! Since fellow Taoist Han has won, this pavilion master will naturally not make mistakes with others. I am Just ask someone to get the ring space to refine the secret technique." Although the silver-robed monk was defeated by Han Li, the master of Tianji Pavilion was smiling all over his face, without the slightest hint of frustration. Instead, he did not wait for Han Li After speaking out, he took the initiative to bring up the matter as a gesture of goodwill.

"Then there is Pavilion Master Lao Can." Han Li replied with a faint smile.

Canku kept saying "should", and immediately took out a token from his body, handed it to a pill-forming monk beside him, and gave a few instructions carefully.

The man immediately held the token in both hands, hurriedly left here, and shot straight to the ground below.

In addition to the Tianji Palace in mid-air, there are naturally many towers and pavilions on the ground in this space, each of which is exquisite and has the appearance of someone coming and going. But these people seemed to have been ordered to do so a long time ago. Even though there was a big monk battle between Han Li and the silver-robed monk just now, no one below really dared to show up.

The person who flew away with the token disappeared into an attic below in a blink of an eye.

Han Li then retracted his gaze, and at this moment, the silver-robed monk adjusted his breath in the air for a while, and then fell from the sky. He took out a white medicine bottle from his sleeve and poured out a fiery red medicine bottle. The pill was taken intraperitoneally.

"Master Yuanzhi, are you okay?" Han Li naturally greeted him.

"It's okay. You only need to rest for a few months after taking the elixir. But Brother Daoist Han, the feather fan in your hand is not an ordinary treasure. I am an Arhat's golden body. If I hit it with a top-level magic weapon, it will be fine." It won't be a serious problem. But it can't block a light blow from this fan. It seems that it is not a real spiritual treasure, but it must be an imitation of a certain spiritual treasure. If you have this fan in hand, the human world may be very difficult. Few people dare to take a blow from fellow Taoist." Monk Yuanzhi saw Han Li looking at him, but the great monk of Leiyin Sect smiled at Han Li indifferently, as if he didn't care about the injury in Han Li's hands at all. He asked with a calm expression.

"Master, you really have a good eye. This treasure is indeed a replica of the Lingbao." Han Li chuckled and replied nonchalantly.

When the silver-robed monk heard this, a smile appeared on his originally indifferent face. When he opened his mouth to say something else, Canku next to him took over the words first.

"Two fellow Taoists, if you have anything to say, you may wish to discuss it in detail in the hall. In addition, I just got a bottle of the ancient spiritual wine 'Jinlong Yin'. It is said that one sip for an ordinary monk can be worth the pain of the last month and month of hard work." Gong, but the most important thing is that the taste of this wine is absolutely wonderful. A few Taoist friends might as well taste it together." The fat old man rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

At this moment, Chan Ku seemed to be a hospitable old farmer, without any trace of the master of a pavilion.

"Jin Long Yin? The poor monk has heard of this spiritual wine. I heard that it is brewed from several kinds of strange fruits that have long been extinct in the human world. It is said that this wine has an incomparable mellow aroma, far beyond the comparison of today's spiritual wine. Hehe , Fellow Taoist, don’t be surprised. Although Lao Monk is a Buddhist, he is still a little reluctant to let go of what is in the cup. At that time, fellow Taoist Can Ku used dozens of altars of ancient spirit wine to lure the old monk to become the guest elder. However, fellow Taoist Han, don’t think of me as a fair-weather monk just because of this. The poor monk still has to abide by the rest of the precepts." Yuan Zhi was overjoyed when he heard this, and then he saw Han Li looking at him in shock, and then half-heartedly He said jokingly, with a hint of kindness in his tone!

Han Li was moved when he heard this, but he smiled and remained silent.

The group of people walked into the hall again...

(This is yesterday’s second update! Sorry, we suddenly developed a high fever last night. After taking medicine, we got better. Now I finally coded this chapter out. Don’t worry, today’s chapter will still be Guaranteed, updates will not be interrupted!)