A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"It is indeed inappropriate to leave now. On the contrary, it may completely offend Hu Lao Mo and these god-transforming monks. I think they seem to be really afraid of Brother Han. If I want to stay here, Hu Lao Mo will not go back on his word. "Zi Ling hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

The woman regained her freedom, and her alertness and intelligence returned to her, and she once again became the "Purple Spirit Fairy" who dared to travel the world alone.

Facing the goddess's exhausted look, Han Li smiled back and immediately walked towards the main hall.

Zi Ling glanced at Han Li's back. She didn't know what she thought of as her bright eyes flashed. Two flashes of bright red appeared on her cheeks, but then she bit her teeth gently and followed him lightly with lotus feet.

Three days later, the Demon Palace held a ceremony on time for Hu Laomona to marry two other stunning female cultivators as concubines.

The number of demon cultivators and casual cultivators who came to celebrate increased, to the tune of twenty or thirty people. However, among these people, there are also those with the lowest cultivation level who are in the middle stage, and the great monks in the later stage have added several more.

This made Han Li gain a new understanding of the strength of the Dajin Immortal Realm. Tiannan is indeed incomparable.

The monks who came to congratulate him were naturally shocked when they saw the three god-transforming monks interacting with Han Li's peers. But from the first batch of monks, they learned that Han Li was the person who almost brought the Yinluo Sect to such a miserable state, and also forcefully asked for the next concubine from Hu Lao Mo, as well as being with Hu Lao Mo. After seeing the fighting, everyone couldn't help but be shocked. When interacting with Han Li, everyone was extremely polite and did not dare to show any slights.

In the past few days, Hu Laomo looked as usual when facing Han Li, as if there was no such thing as marrying Zi Ling.

Han Li felt relieved, but he would not relax his vigilance because of this. He had been extremely cautious for three days. Zi Ling didn't dare to leave Han Li's side easily. It was not a pain to have such a beautiful woman to keep her company.

But as soon as the celebration was over, Han Li immediately said goodbye to Zhili and others, left the Demon Palace with Zi Ling, and descended to Motuo Mountain, leaving no trace of her.

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Three months later, on the top of an unknown hill with beautiful scenery, a young man in a green shirt stood quietly on a boulder, looking into the distance.

This young man with an ordinary face was naturally Han Li, who had been away from Mount Motuo for several months.

At this moment, his eyes were looking straight, but there was a rare hint of complexity and hesitation.

Suddenly he raised his hands and stared at them silently for a while.

Just a day ago, this hand had been on the purple spirit's jade-like body, rolling with heat. The feeling of smooth and warm jade was really incomparable. But now the beauty has gone, and he is the only one left here.

It turned out that after Han Li and Zi Ling left the Tianmo Sect's sphere of influence that day, the two of them slowed down their escape and talked about their respective experiences after falling into the Demon Valley and breaking up. Either one of them listened with interest, or the other party laughed knowingly.

It cannot be said that there was no trace of affection between the two, but after several months of getting along intimately, the two couldn't help but fall in love, and finally fell out of control.

But afterwards, Zi Ling made it clear that since Han Li already had a dual cultivator partner and could not formally marry her, she had no intention of having anyone as his concubine. However, except for Han Li, she would no longer be tempted by any other man in this life, let alone marry anyone else. She planned to devote herself to cultivation in the hope that she could achieve great success.

After saying these words calmly, Zi Ling actually left with a calm expression.

Although Han Li had the ability to force this woman to stay, he could see her determination and could only watch her leave silently.

At this moment, he was standing on the top of the hill, recalling the months he spent with Zi Ling in his heart, feeling an indescribable sense of loss, and a little heartache.

He knew very well that this was a sign that his state of mind was somewhat unstable, but he did not cast any spells to do anything, but just silently felt the various tastes.

After an unknown amount of time, the confusion in Han Li's eyes disappeared little by little, and clarity and calm returned again.

"This is probably due to fate!" Han Li murmured these words.

Then there was a flash of green light all over his body, and he suddenly turned into a startling rainbow and walked away through the sky.

After a while, the escape light was at the edge of the sky and disappeared without a trace.

The "Hell of Fire", one of the seven forbidden areas of the Jin Dynasty, is located in the southeast of the Jin Dynasty and has existed since ancient times.

In this land of fire, which is equivalent to half a state, almost no colors can be seen except black and red, and the area that stretches for countless thousands of miles is dotted with countless large and small volcanoes.

Some are as high as ten thousand feet, and some are only more than a hundred feet, like hills.

As for these volcanoes, some have extremely red mountain passes, flashing with astonishing fire, some are lifeless and turn black, and some are simply rumbling continuously, with steaming lava surging wildly.

Over this land, there is a thick layer of black and red fire clouds. On the ground near each volcano, it is dark, with an unknown layer of volcanic ash deposited there. There is also a pungent sulfur smell in the low altitudes, and it is extremely hot. The temperature is far from comparable outside.

But in such a place where mortals cannot survive, there are some monks who often appear with their weapons. Some of them fall down from time to time and pick up some things from the ground. Some of them plunge directly into a certain crater and disappear.

The monks who dare to enter the volcano are all high-level monks with a high level of cultivation.

Although the Hell of Fire is a dangerous place where mortals cannot survive at all, it is also a place where various fire-attribute materials are easily found. One of the "Seven Forbidden Lands" in the true sense does not refer to such a wide area on the ground, but only refers to a large mountainous area in the center of Hell.

This entire area was shrouded in thick red mist, stretching for thousands of miles and no one knew how far it was. Only this red mist is the real forbidden area. When monks enter it, few leave alive.

Therefore, usually no monks can be seen near this sea of ​​fog.

But on this day, at the edge of the fire mist in a certain direction, there was a flash of light on the horizon, and a blue rainbow shot out. In the blink of an eye, it reached a distance of more than a hundred feet from the edge of the fire mist.

After the light faded, a young male cultivator appeared.

It was Han Li who finally arrived here after recovering his mood and traveling for several months.

As soon as he appeared, he glanced around and then his eyes fell on the sea of ​​fog not far in front of him.

This red mist was very different from the mist Han Li had seen before. Such a vast sea of ​​mist was lifeless, with no sound coming from it and no movement at all.

Han Li put his hands behind his back and stared for a while with an indifferent expression. Then with a flash of inspiration, he shot out again, and Qinghong plunged into the sea of ​​fog.

As soon as Fang entered the sea of ​​mist, Han Li's body-protecting cyan aura came into contact with the red mist, and an astonishing crackling sound erupted.

Under the intertwined flashes of red and green auras, the momentum was astonishing, and it seemed to be getting more and more violent.

Han Li was slightly startled, frowned, and after flying more than a hundred feet, he suddenly slapped the storage bag with one hand.

The red light flashed, and more than a dozen red lights flew out. After a circle, more than a dozen crystal-clear columns appeared.

It is about a foot long, with red light shining on each one, and a slow relief of a red dragon on the plate.

It was Han Li who used the fire dragon pillars from Kunwu Mountain to refine a set of treasures.

Han Li muttered something in his mouth, and lightly touched these fire pillars with one hand.

These fire pillars spun around, then shot out immediately, then stopped motionless for a moment a few feet away. .

With a flash of red light, the red dragons on the pillars opened their mouths one after another, and streams of red light jetted out. In the blink of an eye, Han Li was covered by a layer of fire.

Strangely enough, after the red mist came into contact with the fire-attributed light mask, the original explosion immediately stopped abruptly, and everything was easily passed by the light mask, without any impact at all.

When Han Li saw this, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and the speed of the escape light suddenly increased several times.

In this sea of ​​fog, his spiritual consciousness was greatly restricted. Even with Han Li's astonishing spiritual awareness, he could only sense the appearance of a small area nearby.

If he had come here before he advanced to become a great monk, it would probably be even worse. It seems that coming here after Nascent Soul is indeed a wise move.

Han Li came here, naturally, to prepare the Sun Essence Fire that would return Yang Water.

Back then, by searching the soul of Master Hanli's Nascent Soul in Xiaoji Palace, he obtained the whereabouts of a ray of sun essence fire, which was hidden in the forbidden area of ​​​​"Fire Hell". However, the fire's hiding place was extremely dangerous, so Han Li did not immediately think of looking for the fire. Now that the Nascent Soul has reached its final stage, he feels confident that he will come here again.

After all, Huiyang Water has the magical effect of extending life span, which is really important. And when he was in the Demon Palace, in order to rescue Zi Ling, even though he gave the Hu Lao Demon a few drops of cold marrow, the remaining amount was enough to prepare five or six portions.

Of course, this fire comes and goes without a trace, and being in this hell, it is extremely difficult to catch it. Otherwise, Master Hanli would have known the whereabouts of the fire and he was also a great monk. How could he not collect it?

Han Li asked himself that he already possessed the True Fire of Taiyin, so there was no chance of capturing this fire. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have come here rashly.

But this sea of ​​fog is also one of the forbidden areas of the Jin Dynasty. Naturally, it is not only the power of thunder and fire transformed by the fire spirits and earth spirits, which is a little bit dangerous. But in this mountain range under the red mist, there are still many unimaginable fire-attribute monsters living there. I heard that there are many high-level six or seven-level ferocious beasts among them. Once surrounded by more than a dozen high-level monsters, ordinary Nascent Soul monks may also perish.

What's more, the most dangerous thing in this sea of ​​red fog is not these monsters...

Han Li was thinking in his heart when he suddenly sensed something. His eyes flashed with cold light, he raised one hand and flicked his fingers on one side.

There was a flash of golden light, and a sword energy shot out in a flash, disappearing into the red mist.

(First update!)