A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"Oh, it's nothing. I have also practiced some thunder and lightning power, so I am naturally a little curious about this thing. Fellow Taoist, I plan to exchange this thing for something." Han Li played with the thunder wood in his hand for a while and replied calmly.

Upon hearing that Han Li really wanted to change his appearance, the old man in Baixia was startled, looked at Han Li up and down, and then said in a hoarse voice:

"Although I haven't found the true use of this thunder wood yet, the value of this kind of spiritual wood formed by thunder is difficult to estimate. Well, I'm currently refining a furnace of 'Qian Yuan Pill'." There is still no limit to the type. If the Taoist fellow Taoist can provide you with a five-thousand-year-old spiritual grass, you can take this piece of spiritual wood. Of course, if Tao has top-level spiritual stones or other things of the same value, I will not refuse them. "

"How do you know that I have the elixir?" Han Li felt a chill in his heart, and Bai Xiazhong's face suddenly darkened.

"Fellow Taoist, don't be surprised. I have some young prodigies who are practicing, and their sense of smell is much better than ordinary people. The wooden box you took out just now when you were trading with the girl from the demon tribe, I smelled a little of the medicinal fragrance. It was a three-thousand-year-old plant. There are elixirs on the left and right. To take out such elixirs so easily, I think it is very likely that those who are more than five thousand years old will have them." The old man said in a low voice.

Han Li was speechless when he heard this.

He has heard that Buddhism has a great magical power that can strengthen the five senses of monks. The legendary telepathy, clairvoyance, and shunfeng ears are similar to magical powers. Speaking of his clear and clear spiritual eyes, in a sense, they are also like this. The specific manifestation of magical power is just not yet able to reach the incredible realm as rumored.

After thinking about the specific reason, Han Li's expression softened and he said slowly:

"I see. Since fellow Taoist has already asked for the elixir, I really have such a plant in my hands. Fellow Taoist, let's see if it's applicable."

Han Li had no intention of bargaining. He raised his hand, a white light flashed on his hand, and a rectangular wooden box emerged from the middle and was gently thrown to the other party.

The old man was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Han Li would really agree to his terms. Naturally, he took the wooden box overjoyed, opened the lid, took a look, and immediately closed it again.

"Yes, it is indeed a five-thousand-year-old elixir. It is just suitable for me to make elixirs." The old man put the wooden box away and was extremely happy.

Seeing this, Han Li smiled slightly, waved the wicker stick in his hand, and disappeared. Then he cupped his fists and turned around and left without saying a word.

In front of these old foxes, too much talk will lead to mistakes.

After leaving the Taixuan Palace, Han Li looked around the rest of the city again. However, with his wealth of magical treasures and countless elixirs, how could he be so easily tempted by the items in these shops? He immediately counted them. An hour later, they returned to the giant bluestone tower.

As soon as he entered the quiet room in the hall where the team was located, Han Li raised his hand and struck the stone door of the quiet room with a spell, temporarily activating the ban on the entire quiet room to prevent others from disturbing him.

But just like this, Han Li was still a little uneasy. As he raised his hand, several more rays of light of different colors shot out and disappeared into the corners of the quiet room.

With both hands making a seal, a layer of white light appeared on the stone wall, completely blocking any possibility of peeking.

With this, Han Li sat cross-legged on the futon with peace of mind. He flicked it with one hand, and the half-foot-long thunderwood appeared in his hand.

This thing is only as thick as a thumb, and its color is unusually emerald green. There are some small whirlpool-like lines on its surface, which make people look deeply into it.

At that time in the Taixuan Palace, he did not explore this object carefully. Now he caressed the branches inch by inch with his fingers and closed his eyes at the same time.

The power of thunder and lightning under the surface of the spirit wood is extremely violent, but it is really incredible that it can be solidified into this form.

With this thought in his mind, he opened his eyes again, the green light flashed in his hands, and began to slowly inject a trace of spiritual power into the branches.

But as soon as he injected a little bit, the branches trembled slightly, and a rebound force suddenly emerged, which actually rebounded the spiritual power out.

A trace of surprise flashed through Han Li's heart, and the green light on his hand gradually became dazzling.

As the branches trembled, a faint white light appeared, intertwined with the green light on Han Li's hand, but it was completely incompatible.

After a while, there was a faint buzzing sound between the two lights.

Han Li frowned and waved one hand, and the green light on his hand suddenly disappeared.

Obviously, if you continue to increase the injection of spiritual power, you may be able to force it into it, but the branch itself will also self-destruct.

With Han Li's experience, this is naturally not the only way to study this thing.

He grasped the branch with his palm, and immediately a series of thunderous sounds came out, and golden electric wires emerged, covering the branches in an instant.

The branches did not move at all as the golden arc bounced, and there was nothing unusual about them.

Han Li did not show a frustrated expression. If he could research something so easily, his previous master would not treat him as useless.

Han Li suddenly threw the middle branch into the air, and it immediately floated in mid-air.

He pointed his finger at the branch and flicked it, and a golden sword energy shot out in a flash, slashing in the middle of the branch.

A low thunderbolt sounded, a white arc of light flashed, and the branch was easily chopped into two pieces, falling lightly.

Without thinking, Han Li grabbed the air with one hand, and immediately caught the two small branches in his hand.

When he glanced around, he saw only a silvery white color at the fracture.

Han Li's eyes flashed with blue light, and he stared at the past. He immediately discovered that the so-called silvery white was actually countless slender electric wires intertwined in an extremely regular manner, forming an incredible and weird pattern.

Extraordinarily complex and delicate!

If he hadn't had spiritual eyes, he would never have been able to see anything wrong.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of emerald green appeared on the surface of the silver electricity at the break, immediately turning the two remaining branches into two completely independent branches.

Han Li was really surprised now.

Controlling arcs and condensing lightning into shape was originally one of his special powers. But to refine the thunder and lightning to such an extent and form such an incredible state was something he had never thought of before.

The complexity is far more sophisticated than the method he used to turn the evil-proof divine thunder into a grid and condense it into an electric ball.

This method requires extremely high control of spiritual thoughts, otherwise it would never be possible to achieve this level.

Han Li held two branches, lowered his head and began to ponder.

Suddenly his eyes flashed, a finger pointed at one of them, and the void was drawn.

There was a flash of golden light, and the branch was chopped into two pieces again in the white arc.

But this time, Han Li, who had been prepared for it, used a mental thought, and one of the sections immediately came under Han Li's eyes, and the silver-white incision was completely exposed to his eyes.

Han Li's blue eyes widened and he stared at the scene at the fracture without blinking, his face full of solemnity.

Although the silver-white incisions are the same, the patterns formed by the electric wires are quite different from the first time I saw them.

After a while, the cut on the branch was once again covered by a layer of emerald green.

Han Li slowly closed his eyes, as if he was pondering something carefully.

Suddenly, he flicked his fingers and chopped off all the branches. He only glanced at the repeated thunder patterns, and then stopped looking at them. When new thunder patterns appeared, he couldn't focus on them.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, half of the branches were cut into countless small pieces and scattered all over the ground.

When Han Li showed a look of surprise, the slender sword light sprayed out again changed its direction and began to cut the other half of the branch directly from the middle. In the flash of silver light, it was neatly divided into two pieces of even size.

After careful observation, the golden sword wire kept popping out, and the half of the thunderwood turned into a pile of flakes.

The thinnest part is like white paper.

In this way, these thunderwood remains remained in an extremely stable state. They clearly contained terrifying and unusual thunder and lightning power, but there was no sign of it breaking out.

Han Li suddenly flipped his palm, and a white jade slip appeared in his hand.

He held the jade slip with one hand and instantly copied all the incisions he had just seen onto the jade slip.

Then he let out a long breath.

Even with his resolute memory, it would be difficult to memorize all the complex and detailed thunder patterns at once.

After regaining his composure for a while, Han Li began to quietly comprehend the thunder patterns.

There was no reason. As soon as he saw these thunder patterns, he was immediately certain that these patterns were the key to forming thunder wood.

Han Li sat there for a whole day and a night. The whole person was as motionless as a wooden sculpture.

Suddenly, Han Li's eyelids twitched, his fingers flicked, and thunder started!

Golden arcs shot out, then shattered in the blink of an eye, turning into countless slender hair-like electric wires that shot out in all directions.

Han Li muttered words and kept pointing in the air with his fingers.

When the electric wire paused, it suddenly condensed in the middle, and then began to interweave and intersperse in the void, forming an extremely fast pattern, which was vaguely the same as the thunder pattern Han Li remembered.

Just when it was about to take shape and condense into a special existence like a golden cloth, there was a sudden "poof" sound and the entire cloth exploded.

In the thunderous sound like firecrackers, the collapse disappeared.

Han Li took a deep breath. Instead of showing disappointment, his eyes were filled with excitement.

What he thought was right, the moment the golden thunder pattern took shape, he clearly felt an inexplicable power from the golden cloth.

Unfortunately, before he could study it in detail, an error occurred during the interweaving of one of the electric wires, causing all his previous efforts to be wasted.

Han Li took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and a thick golden arc ejected again, making a low rumble between his hands.

After the same shattering, countless golden electric wires emerged again, densely packed, many times more than last time.