A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Han Li's location is about twenty miles away from the Elder Tower.

He looked at the towering blue stone tower from a distance, his eyes flashing constantly.

As far as he knew, at any time in this tower, each tribe of humans and monsters would send an elder in the integration stage to be stationed in it.

Thinking about it, Han Li was really emotional.

When they were in the human world, all of the god-transformation monks were like divine dragons who could only see their beginnings but not their tails. How could ordinary people easily see them? After arriving at Tianyuan City, even the monks in the combined stage were so close to him, and there was a good chance that he would ask for advice in the future.

It seems that it is not bad to stay here until the alien smell is washed away from the body.

Han Li was silently thinking about the matter of competing for the spiritual land with the man with raised eyebrows. With his magical powers that he had even fought against monks in the Void Refining Stage, he naturally didn't take it too seriously.

After watching for a while, Han Li's green light flashed, turned into a blue rainbow, and shot back towards the Feiling Palace.

After returning to his room, Han Li immediately opened the restriction. After feeling that there was no problem, he walked into the secret room and sat down cross-legged.

Although he was quite confident about the battle three days later, he would not be unprepared at all.

But before that, he still had a little trouble to deal with.

Han Li shook his sleeve, and a small silver round bracelet appeared on his other hand. This thing looks extremely delicate, but it is so light that it actually looks like a hollow thing.

This is the spirit beast ring that is as famous as the storage bracelet in the spirit world. It is divided into several spaces and can accommodate different spirit beasts and insects at the same time.

Since Han Li's trip to the Tomb of the Sunset, he has received gold-eating insects, soul-crying beasts, etc. among them. The original spirit beast bag was naturally discarded.

Now he flicked the ring with one hand, and suddenly a fist-yellow ball of light flew out from it, and then it grew wildly and turned into a small beast, about the size of a foot, bound by a green rope with five flowers.

It was the mutated leopard and lin beast that was captured by the Spirit Tribe in the Tomb of the Sunset that day.

From the memory of the swallowing flame, Han Li already knew that this beast looked like an ordinary leopard, but in fact it was a monster beast with some bloodline of Qilin. In addition, this little beast was also a kind of monster. It is a mutated leopard and lin beast, so before it reaches adulthood, its strength is already comparable to that of a Nascent Soul monk.

While Han Li was recovering his magic power, he naturally thought about subduing this beast. However, this beast is extremely wild, and has initially gained intelligence, as if it would rather die than obey.

In desperation, Han Liwu had no choice but to put it into the spirit beast ring, intending to spend some time to temper its wild nature.

Now, after having this beast imprisoned by him for decades, he finally couldn't stand it anymore. A few days ago, a message of surrender was sent to him in the spirit beast ring.

But Han Lizheng had no time to pay attention to this matter because of a series of things such as the tribulation.

Now he has three days, which is enough for him to conquer this beast first.

As soon as the little beast emerged from the spirit beast ring, it immediately whined at Han Li, its pair of green eyes showing an anthropomorphic pleading expression. Coupled with the small body like a big cat, it looks extremely cute.

"Now I want to plant a restriction on you. If you let go of Shinhwa, I will remove the restraints on you and give you some benefits. Otherwise, I will lock you up for a hundred years." Han Li was not polite and directly threatened.

Although the little beast was not very intelligent, it obviously understood Han Li's words. With a tremor, it could only nod its furry head.

Han Li smiled slightly and turned his hand over, revealing more than a dozen slender silver needles.

With another wave, all the silver needles disappeared into the little beast's body in a flash.

Then Han Li took out a bright red talisman, opened his mouth, and spat out a ball of essence and blood on it, then held the talisman between his fingers and waved it gently.

With a "puff" sound, the talisman turned into a ball of blood mist and did not disperse.

Han Li muttered something, and then he patted his Heavenly Spirit Cap with one hand. In the flash of green light, a Nascent Soul several inches large emerged with a small cauldron under its feet.

As soon as Yuanyingfang appeared, he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of green light.

As soon as the blood mist saw the green light, it immediately swarmed forward, and the two merged into one in an instant, turning into a green-red flame.

At this time, Nascent Soul formed a seal with both hands and fired several spells at the flames.

As soon as the light flame absorbed those spells, it suddenly trembled, then rolled violently and turned into a grimace the size of a fist.

Ferocious and vicious.

Nascent Soul touches the little beast lightly with its little hand!

The ghost head grinned, turned around as if alive, and with a whistling sound, it penetrated into the little beast's head and disappeared.

The little beast yelled, and immediately rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, unconscious.

At the same time, a layer of green and red light appeared on his body, flashing darkly and brightly.

Seeing this, Han Li looked satisfied and grabbed the little beast's body in the air with one hand.

After a muffled "bang" sound, the green rope wrapped around the little beast's body broke apart inch by inch and turned invisible.

Then Han Li ignored the little beast, put his hands on his knees, and began to meditate with his eyes closed.

For the rest of the time, Han Li never left the secret room, and the three days passed by in the blink of an eye.

Early in the morning on the fourth day, a ray of fire ignored the restrictions outside the door, flew directly into the living room, and then rushed to the secret room in a flash.

But as soon as the firelight hit the door of the secret room, a layer of faint white clouds suddenly appeared on the door, blocking the firelight.

The fire circled around the door for several times, and after trying again and failing to get in, it suddenly made a buzzing sound.

Suddenly, the door of the secret room flashed with green light, and a figure suddenly appeared from the door. He raised his hand and caught the light in his hand.

It was Han Li who had been in seclusion for three days.

At this moment, his expression was indifferent, with a small beast like a civet cat lying on his shoulder, and he calmly immersed his consciousness into the fire ball in his hand.

It was the transmission message sent by Yuque Pavilion to fight for the spiritual land.

"Guangwu Hall"

Han Li murmured, rubbed his hands together, and the fireball disappeared.

Then he strode towards the door.

Two hours later, over the open-air square of a huge palace somewhere, Han Li's clothes were floating in a huge white light curtain. Outside the light curtain, there was a scarred man wearing a golden armor. He stood there with his arms folded, his expression cold and unusual.

Time passed little by little, and Han Li waited for a meal without moving. Even the big man in golden armor showed a trace of impatience on his face, and he looked at the seven scorching suns high in the sky from time to time. , seems to be counting the time.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light from the horizon, and a blue escaping light shot out. In a blink of an eye, it was near the light curtain, and a monk appeared in a flash of light.

"Senior, forgive me! I came a little late because I was refining the magic weapon. I didn't miss the battle time." He saluted the golden-armored monk and said with an apologetic smile.

This person is none other than the man named Weng.

"Hmph! If you come a moment later, you will be disqualified from the competition. You are lucky, you arrived at the last minute. Go in now." The scar-faced and golden-armored monk said impatiently as he swept away the sullen man.

Then he made a seal with both hands and aimed a golden spell at the white light screen.

Immediately, the light curtain shone brightly, and amid a violent tremor, a passage about ten feet wide opened in front of the man surnamed Weng.

"Thank you, senior."

The man surnamed Weng was overjoyed. With a flash of his body, he turned into a brilliant blue light and rushed into the light curtain.

When he reappeared opposite Han Li, he glanced at Han Li and his face twisted into a sinister smile.

"Very good! You're really here. It seems you have some courage. How dare you challenge me at an early stage." The man with raised eyebrows said sinisterly.

After hearing this, Han Li raised the corner of his mouth slightly and just smiled lazily, as if he was too lazy to talk to the other party.

Seeing this, the man with sullen eyebrows suddenly became furious, and the murderous intention that had been suppressed suddenly increased.

"Listen carefully, there are no restrictions on the battle in the spirit land. As long as you leave the restricted area, any means can be used. And unless one party takes the initiative to admit defeat, I will not stop it in the slightest. If you think you are not strong enough, you should give in as soon as possible. Okay. Although there are not many people who fall to death due to battles in the spiritual world, it is common to be knocked down to a realm due to serious injuries. If there is no objection, the next step will begin." The scar-faced monk said expressionlessly Use routine words.

Han Li and the man named Weng looked at each other from a distance without saying a word.

The golden-armored monk nodded and uttered the word "start".

In an instant, Han Li and the frowning man took action at the same time.

Facing an opponent that even the late-stage god-transformation monks treated with unusual politeness, Han Li naturally would not take it lightly. With a flick of his sleeve, seventy-two large and small swords rushed out and transformed in a flash of golden light. Blossoming golden lotuses circled up and down around his body.

At the same time, he opened his mouth again, and a small cauldron was sprayed out, and then transformed into a giant cauldron about ten feet high in the aura, and the soldiers made a buzzing sound.

It is Xutian Baoding!

But the man with sullen eyebrows opposite him made a gesture with his hand, and little blue lights emitted from his body.

These blue light spots were only the size of grains of rice, but they surged wildly and became densely packed in the blink of an eye, almost engulfing him.

Then the man grabbed the void with his other hand, and a dazzling silver light flashed, and a silver Falun appeared in his hand, the size of a palm, but unusually simple, and there were layers of talismans imprinted on the surface of the silver wheel. At first glance, it is something extraordinary.

Throwing the silver wheel into the air, it immediately turned into a silver ball of light that kept spinning in the air, and began to rise wildly with the sounds of spells.

After a moment, the silver wheel turned into a giant three to four feet, as if a ball of silver sun was floating brightly above the head of the sullen man.

After the man finished casting the spell, he looked across the way, his face slightly startled.

The seventy-two golden flying swords were fine, but when I saw the humming giant cauldron, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart!

(Second update!)