A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The young man was Han Li who left the Wanbao Conference and disappeared for several years.

As for the girl on the side, she is naturally Ginkgo'er, who has a body of ice marrow.

This woman has been accepted as a registered disciple by Han Li. She must rely on Han Li's magical power to suppress the cold poison in her body within a hundred years in order to survive. It is not unusual for her to follow him closely in the past few years.

When the Gu family monks saw the figure appearing in the sky, there was a natural commotion. Many human bodies flashed with auras, and they stared at Han Li with vigilant eyes.

"Fellow Taoist Xiaofeng, Han encountered a little trouble on the way. He came a little late, but he kept us waiting for a long time." Han Li swept his eyes on the ground and said with a smile as soon as he saw the fair young woman.

Then his figure swayed, and a layer of green cloud appeared on his body, and he packed up the white fruit. After a flash, he appeared on the ground not far from the young woman.

"No, the junior and others came a little early. On behalf of the Gu family, I am extremely grateful that the senior can attend the appointment on time. This is Elder Xiao of our Gu family. This time, the two of us will lead the True Spirit Ceremony. Team member." The young woman's face showed joy, and she hurriedly introduced the yellow-haired old man beside her to Han Li.

"Oh, it turns out to be Elder Xiao!" Han Li saw that the other party's cultivation level was no less than that of Fairy Xiaofeng, the head of the Gu family, so he did not dare to underestimate him too much and said with a slight nod.

"I don't dare. I have heard about Senior Han's name in the past few years. This time, because of the Gu family's affairs, I can be here in person, and I and the others can breathe a sigh of relief." The yellow-haired old man was deeply worried about Han Li's strength. I was still a little worried, but at this moment when I was facing him, I didn't show any signs of it on my face. Instead, I looked respectful.

At this time, the other monks in the Gu family naturally knew that Han Li was the big help they were waiting for, but such a young appearance naturally surprised them and made them whisper for a while.

"You two fellow Taoists, you don't have to be like this. Han will go here just to make a mutually beneficial deal with the Gu family. However, it seems that the Supreme Elder of your family, Fairy Tianli, is not here. I'm afraid it's different from what Fellow Daoist Xiaofeng said in advance. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Tianli took the first step?" Han Li asked with a frown as he glanced at the other Gu family monks.

"How do you say this! I'm afraid that the Supreme Elder Tianli will not be able to participate on behalf of the Gu family in this True Spirit Ceremony." Upon hearing this, the fair young woman showed a look of embarrassment and helplessness on her face.

"How do you say this!" Upon hearing that it was different from the original agreement, Han Li's face darkened a little and he asked slowly.

"Senior, please calm down. The Supreme Elder was unable to attend this ceremony because of an unexpected incident. It has to be like this. Here's what happened..." When the yellow-haired old man saw that Han Li's face was not very good, he hurriedly explained what was going on. Details.

"Fairy Tianli was injured in the wilderness and is in seclusion? It's no wonder. For people like us who have cultivated their abilities, it is indeed difficult to recover easily once their vitality is damaged. But in this case, my family and I agreed at the beginning Are you having some trouble with the ranking of the grand ceremony?" Han Li nodded, but said with some embarrassment.

"Since the Supreme Elder cannot take action, the agreement to advance our Gu family's ranking further cannot be counted. This time, as long as our Gu family's ranking can be guaranteed not to drop, it will be considered as fulfilled." Fairy Xiaofeng He seemed to have thought about it for a long time and said this with a solemn expression.

"Oh, even so, the difficulty is probably not small. After all, I have just advanced to the integration stage, so I can't guarantee anything." Han Li's expression softened when he heard this, but there was still a hint of emotion in his words. A hint of embarrassment.

"As long as senior can do his best, in addition to the things originally promised, our Gu family has also prepared a sum of top-quality spiritual stones for senior to make up for the change in the agreement!" The fair young woman saw Han Li's expression. , hesitated for a moment, then suddenly took out a storage bracelet from his sleeve, handed it to Han Li and said.

Han Li's heart moved slightly. He took the storage bracelet and swept it with his mind, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"It seems that your family really attaches great importance to the True Spirit Ceremony, and is willing to give up such an astronomical number of spirit stones. In this case, Han will do his best at the True Spirit Ceremony as a guest of the Gu family." Han Li thought about it for a moment. , he put the storage bracelet into his sleeve without any courtesy.

When the young woman saw Han Li accepting the spirit stone, she felt relieved and said with a smile:

"With seniors in charge, our Gu family will finally have some confidence for this True Spirit Ceremony. This place is still a few months away from Wanling Terrace where the ceremony will be held, and we can't stay here for too long. Let's get on the road now. ! Regarding some specific matters in the True Spirit Ceremony, Elder Xiao and I will explain them carefully to the seniors."

"It's best to do this naturally!" Han Li naturally had no objection.

So after Han Li joined in, a group of Qiangu family monks rose into the air, transformed into a formation of various colors of escaping light, and flew towards the sky.

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"Tianma Wasteland" is an endless loess land located at the junction of Tianyuan Realm and Wanmiao Realm.

It is said that the area is so vast that even if a cultivator wanted to cross this wasteland, he would have to fly around for a month or so day and night.

In addition, this place is full of yellow wind and flying sand, and there is no vegetation at all. It is a famous place for dead spirits, so few monks come here.

Even if there were occasional monks who had to pass through this wasteland, they would fly all the way without stopping in it at all.

But on this day, somewhere in the deepest part of the wasteland, a group of more than a dozen human monks were forming a large circular formation back to back, suspended in the low altitude.

They used all their magic weapons and turned into pieces of light, covering their figures, but everyone had a look of panic on their faces.

Among these monks, the one with the highest level of cultivation is a big man in brocade robes who is in the middle stage of Void Refining. He is holding a blue orb in one hand and a white flag in the other. He is in the center of the formation, but his face is He was more frightened and angry than others, and his eyes kept scanning around the formation.

At this moment, a yellow gauze wind suddenly blew past a male monk.

The male cultivator subconsciously blinked his eyelids, and at that moment, a hand as white as jade emerged from the yellow wind like lightning.

With a "Crack" sound, the male monk's body-protecting glow was torn apart like confetti, and the white jade palm easily penetrated through the male monk's chest.

Then, before the male cultivator could reach him and let out a scream, a white ice flower bloomed on his chest, turning him into a crystal ice sculpture in an instant.

And that white palm disappeared from the male cultivator's chest in a flash.

When several other monks nearby saw this, they simultaneously exclaimed and started smashing all kinds of treasures at them.

But apart from smashing the ice sculpture of the male nurturing hall into pieces, there was no trace of other enemies at all.

But at this moment, the big man in brocade robes in the Void Refining Stage suddenly shouted angrily, the blue ball in his hand was dazzling, and then a blue beam of light spurted out.

This beam of light was so fast that it struck somewhere in the void in the yellow wind. Suddenly a white light flashed, and a blurry shadow was trapped in a ball of blue light and appeared in the wind.

Upon seeing this scene, without waiting for the instructions of the big man in brocade robes, the other monks were immediately shocked, and the many treasures turned into a five-color glow and rolled away.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the shadow seemed to be torn into pieces by the five-color light without any ability to fight back.

Immediately, cheers erupted from the mouths of all the monks, and everyone looked ecstatic.

But only the big man in brocade robes had a look of surprise on his face. He suddenly grabbed a small fragment of the shadow in his hand with one hand. It turned out to be a hard-shell fragment as white as jade, as cold as ice. to the extreme, and quickly turned into water in his hands.

"No, that evil beast is not dead yet!" Seeing this situation, the big man's expression suddenly changed and he shouted loudly. Then he moved the white flag in his hand without thinking, and wanted to move it to protect his whole body first.

But this move is obviously a bit late.

The big man in brocade robes suddenly heard a harsh scream in his ears, and then the sweat on his neck went cold, and his entire head was bitten off by two snow-white fangs as thick as scimitars.

Then a huge white centipede shadow emerged from behind the headless body without any warning.

This centipede is five to six feet long, and has six translucent crystal cicada wings on its back. Its eyes are as red as blood, flashing with an eerie cold light. And the moment it appeared, it opened its huge mouth again, and a burst of white and cold air spurted out.

The five or six monks closest to them were unprepared and were immediately swept away by the white cold air. No matter the protective treasures or their own magical bodies, they all turned into lifelike ice sculptures under the flash of white light.

Seeing this, the few remaining monks were so frightened that they dispersed immediately with a wild cry of "escape" from someone unknown and turned into several frightening rainbows that shot out in all directions and fled.

When the snow-white centipede saw this, he didn't care at all, but when the six crystal wings behind it moved in unison, it suddenly turned into six phantoms and disappeared.

A moment later, the few remaining monks who had escaped no more than a hundred feet away let out a scream at the same time, and were each cut in two by a white light, seemingly unable to resist at all.

Then under the dense agitation of the white light, the remains of these monks and the souls of the Nascent Soul inside were instantly annihilated.

When the snow-white centipede saw this, its huge body swayed, and six white lights suddenly flashed back. The next moment, six crystal cicada wings emerged from its back again.

At this time, the body surface of the centipede's shadow suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, and its body quickly shrank.

When all the white light disappeared, a young man in white robe with strange gold and silver patterns on his face appeared on the spot with an expressionless face.

After he glanced coldly at the nearby area, he suddenly pressed a hand into the void on the ground.

A stream of white air spurted out, wrapping the head of the big man in brocade robes in a roll.