A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

In this way, under the urging of Han Li's spiritual thoughts, he continued to use electric wires in the air to form one after another unique thunder patterns according to the structure of thunder wood.

But this kind of manipulation is obviously extremely difficult. Even with Han Li's powerful spiritual will and the subtle manipulation of Ming Qingling's eyes, they failed one after another and exploded one after another.

After seven or eight times, a golden "brocade handkerchief" finally appeared, suspended motionless in the air.

This brocade handkerchief is about the size of a palm, with an eye-catching thunder pattern imprinted in the middle, flashing mysteriously and abnormally.

When Han Li saw this thing forming, his face flashed with color. He raised his hand and made a move, and the brocade handkerchief flew down and was caught.

The brocade handkerchief is extremely soft and has a smooth surface. It is actually a bit more delicate than real silk. You don't need to look carefully to see anything wrong.

Han Li stroked the golden brocade handkerchief and studied it for a while. His eyes flashed and he suddenly threw the object into the air and fired a spell.

The brocade handkerchief turned into a golden light and flew to the top of the head. It spun around and a low thunder sounded.

The brocade handkerchief shattered inch by inch, and in the golden light, a phantom-like thunder pattern emerged. It was light gold in color and translucent. At the same time, a huge spiritual pressure appeared from the thunder pattern into the sky.

It was the mysterious power that was sensed earlier.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the golden pattern the size of a head in the air, feeling extremely excited.

Although he has not yet completely activated the thunder patterns in the air with his spell, the spiritual power contained in them is already more than ten times more powerful than the evil-fighting divine thunders that make up the brocade handkerchief. If it is an offensive force, I am afraid that the stone chamber in front of me is protected by restrictions and will never be able to withstand it.

With this thought in his mind, Han Li raised his thunder pattern in the air and struck it.

There was a thunderbolt, and the thunder pattern's light flashed back into a brocade handkerchief, and it was captured in the hand again.

Then Han Li sprayed out the golden arc again, and used the evil-dispelling divine thunder to start condensing the second thunder-marked object. After the same failure, another thunder-marked object appeared in front of him.

What appeared this time was not a brocade handkerchief, but a golden round bead. A similar thunder pattern flashed faintly on the surface of the bead.

Han Li grabbed one with one hand and used his spiritual sense to carefully sense the difference between the two.

After a moment, he thought of something, opened his mouth, and suddenly a ball of silver flames spurted out of his mouth.

Make a secret gesture with both hands and press into the flame.

Suddenly there was a clear sound from the fire, and with a "bang", the flames exploded, and countless silver flowers scattered in all directions.

Han Li muttered words, and with his spiritual thoughts, the silver sparks condensed and deformed, turning into thin threads of fire.

The same scene appeared, but these filaments were only halfway intertwined before they exploded with a roar and turned into a silver fireball again.

Seeing this scene, Han Li showed a thoughtful expression. At the same time, with a thought, the silver fireball suddenly turned into a firebird, flew back with its wings spread, and plunged into Han Li's body. No trace.

Han Li then used his own magic power to condense cyan spiritual threads and tried again. The result was the same as the Soul-Eating Heavenly Fire. Halfway through the spell, it collapsed and disappeared.

Han Li did not continue to try, but began to think hard.

It is obvious that the mysterious power in both comes from the same source, but the details are very different. The thunder power in the brocade handkerchief is stable and pure, but the thunder power in the golden beads is ready to move, which is very dangerous and seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

Han Li played with the two thunder-marked objects. After thinking about them carefully, a faint smile appeared on his face.

If his guess is correct, this kind of thunder pattern should be a kind of natural and wonderful rune. Each pattern should have a unique effect, and it should be something like the silver tadpole script and other fairy scripts.

However, it is impossible to understand the magical effects of these thunder patterns and how to use them skillfully.

Han Li received the two thunder-marked objects into a jade box, carefully pasted a few forbidden talismans on them, and then put them into a storage bracelet together with the jade slip.

In the remaining time, Han Li concentrated his mind, closed his eyes, and truly fell into meditation to rest.

On the morning of the third day, Han Li opened his eyes, closed the quiet room, opened the stone door and walked out.

As soon as Fang left the stone room, following Han Li's usual habit, he immediately released his spiritual thoughts in all directions and subconsciously swept through the entire hall.

As a result, something sounded immediately in my ears.

As a result, he tilted his head and frowned.

But his steps didn't stop at all, and he walked towards the hall.

Before he could fully walk out of the passage, Han Li suddenly heard a man laughing wildly:

"Fairy Xu, I'm willing to admit defeat. You can't do what you promised. Isn't it time to agree to my disciple's marriage proposal?"

This laughter was extremely unfamiliar, as unpleasant as a broken gong.

Han Li calmly walked out of the passage and took in everything in the hall.

I saw four people facing each other in the hall as if facing each other.

Among them, a man and a woman stood together. The woman was the female cultivator named Xu, but her face was pale at the moment, while the other person was Zhuo Chong, a big man with blue eyes, whose face was equally ugly.

There were two men in black robes across from them!

One was an old man with a slender face and triangular eyes, wearing green armor. The other was short in stature, with sparse and brown hair on his head. He was actually a middle-aged dwarf with a pockmarked face.

It was the old man with triangular eyes who was laughing loudly!

"Senior Han!"

As soon as Han Li appeared in the hall, the big green-eyed man caught sight of him. He was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly stepped forward to greet him as if he was being pardoned.

When the female cultivator surnamed Xu saw Han Li, she also had a look of surprise on her face.

Han Li's footsteps stopped and his thoughts turned a hundred times in an instant, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"You must be the new Daoist fellow Han!" The old man's wild laughter suddenly stopped, and he looked at Han Li with some surprise.

At the same time, Han Li scanned with his spiritual thoughts and discovered that the old man was actually a mid-stage god-transformation monk, one level higher than himself, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Who are these two fellow Taoists and why are they making so much noise here?" Han Li asked coldly.

Seeing Han Li like this, the old man with triangular eyes was furious. He was obviously higher in cultivation than Han Li, but he was talking to him like this. It was really ungrateful.

However, the man suddenly thought of Han Li's identity as an ascended monk, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose, and he suppressed it reluctantly, but he said with a smile:

"I, Huang Bao, is the leader of Team 27. I only came to your palace to have something to say with Fairy Xu. Fellow Taoist, it's best not to interfere."

"I don't have anything to say. This matter seems to only have something to do with the noble disciples. Senior suddenly intervened in this matter, don't you think it's a bit bullying?" The female cultivator surnamed Xu gritted her teeth slightly and said every word.

"What, does Fairy Xu want to break the promise to the young disciple? The fairy has not said in advance that the young disciple cannot ask for help from others. If you have the ability, you can ask for help. Otherwise, don't cause trouble for your Xu family. That's good." The old man with triangular eyes said coldly, and stared at the woman with his snake-like eyes.

"What does my concubine's matter have to do with the Xu family? Senior, please don't implicate innocent people." The female cultivator surnamed Xu couldn't help but have a look of shock and anger in her eyes.

"Hey, it doesn't matter. When you made the bet with your disciple, you Xu family Manchus were all witnesses. Taoist friends are unwilling to keep the promise, so Huang will naturally find these witnesses." The old man beat him He said haha

When Fairy Xu heard this, her face turned a little pale. She turned her eyes and couldn't help but fall on Han Li. Although she had no words, the pleading in her eyes was clearly evident.

The green-eyed man beside him also had a look of helplessness on his face.

"What bet?" Han Li touched his nose and asked calmly.

To be honest, if the woman surnamed Xu was not a descendant of the Ice Soul Fairy, he would not have asked this question at all because of this little affection.

Basically, given his identity, when he asked this question, it almost meant that he planned to intervene in this matter.

The expression of the old man with triangular eyes changed slightly!

"It's very simple. I asked Fairy Xu to marry me, but Fairy Xu held an ice crystal sword that was extremely cold. She once personally promised me that as long as my magic weapon can withstand a blow from this sword without being frozen, I will agree to the marriage. And I have already done this. But the fairy planned to go back on her word and actually hid here." The dwarf rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

"Is this really true?" Han Li asked the woman named Xu again.

"It is true that this is true, but the natal magic weapon has been manipulated. Otherwise, how could he, an early-stage monk, have been able to catch my blow." Xu Xianzi said with anger on her face, and looked at the old man with unwilling eyes. One glance.

Although the old man didn't say anything, there was a hint of pride in his triangular eyes.

"No matter what the reason is, it is true that the ice crystal sword cannot freeze the green wave blade that lives underneath it! Fairy must admit this," the dwarf said playfully.

The woman surnamed Xu said nothing with a frosty look on her face.

"That's it! But I don't believe that Xu Daoyou's ice crystal sword will not be able to freeze your magic weapon. You can demonstrate it again in front of me. If it is really the case, Han is too lazy to care about this matter. If not, please give me two more A fellow Taoist has left this place. This is the station of Team 56, not Team 27." A cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes, and his tone suddenly became serious.

"Senior, I..."

"Okay, that's it. I hope Fellow Daoist Han can remember what he said."

When the woman surnamed Xu heard this, she was shocked and wanted to say something, but the old man agreed happily.

Because he was wary of Han Li's status as an ascended monk, he was unwilling to make a real grudge unless necessary.

The dwarf immediately opened his mouth and spit out a green flying knife, which was hovering in front of him. At the same time, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

The flying knife was dazzling and flashing with astonishing aura, and it looked really extraordinary.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, and with a flash of blue light in his pupils, he slashed the flying knife thoroughly inside and out.

This so-called "green wave blade" actually has two completely different spiritual powers condensed within it at the same time. One kind has weak spiritual power, and the other is extremely powerful!

Sure enough, this treasure has been tampered with.