A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Even though these eight combined spirits were protected by exotic treasures, they couldn't help but "kick" and step back a few steps when the Mahayana aura was so close to them, and a trace of fear appeared on their faces.

"Senior, please calm down, this junior and others have no intention of doing this!" The old man with white horns was sweating profusely and shouted hurriedly.

But Mo Jianli's face was expressionless, as if he hadn't heard anything, and his aura suddenly became stronger than before.

This time, the eight combined spirits could no longer resist the spiritual pressure in front of them with their own cultivation. The treasure light on their bodies suddenly appeared, and the shadows of eight different exotic treasures emerged from each of them at the same time. They were able to withstand this pressure. A terrifying amount of spiritual pressure.

Han Li focused his gaze and took a clear look at these eight treasures.

There are three talismans, two tokens, a white small tripod and a silver Ruyi. When Mo Jianli saw this, he snorted, his body-protecting spiritual light flashed slightly, and he took a step forward, intending to release all his spiritual pressure to teach the juniors in front of him a lesson.

But at this moment, a strange breeze suddenly blew from the top of Fuling Mountain, blowing past Mo Jianli's body.

Mo Jianli only felt a warm Yangyang aura lingering in front of him, and the terrifying spiritual pressure that was originally released suddenly disappeared.

Then a gentle old man's voice came out from the wind.

"Brother Mo, there is no need to be angry. Their previous words were unintentional, so I will apologize for them. You two can come here so grandly that it is too late for me to rejoice, so how can I refuse to see you. I will welcome you two from the top of the mountain. Ling Mie, I just used my spiritual sense to detect it. Two Taoist friends, Xue Ran, have arrived at the foot of the mountain. Four of you should go down first to greet them. The other four, please send Brother Mo to Zi Qi Hall. .”

"As you command!"

"Receive the decree!"

The eight fused spirits rushed to the mountain and bowed solemnly, then withdrew the shadow of the magic weapon in front of them, and the four bald men shot down the mountain.

The remaining four spirit tribesmen, including the old man Baijiao, bowed to Han Li and others again and made a gesture of welcome.

"Since it is Fellow Daoist Spirit King who has spoken in person, Mo certainly has to give some face! Let's meet fellow Daoist first and then talk about other things." After Mo Jianli's expression changed several times, he finally did not stop him. The bald man and others waved their sleeves and then flew up the mountain in a grand manner.

Han Li smiled faintly and followed suit without the slightest hint of fireworks.

At this time, the remaining four fused spirits also set out to follow.

However, the white-horned old man peeked at Han Li's back with a strange look.

Although Han Li didn't say a word just now, as a powerful Holy Spirit in the Spirit Clan, how could he not know some news about this newly promoted human race Mahayana.

Although these information all come from outside the clan and are out of date or too vague, the fact that this human Mahayana once seriously injured a Yaksha Mahayana is obviously not false.

This naturally made the old man from the Spirit Tribe feel a little more afraid of Han Li, and of course he was also a little bit curious.

After all, although the spiritual world is large, not many people can defeat other old monsters in the Mahayana stage as soon as they advance to the Mahayana stage.

Han Li naturally had no idea about the old man's changes in his mind, nor was he interested in anything. Instead, he flew slowly with his feet a few feet above the ground, while looking at both sides of the mountain road from time to time.

The number of magic circle restrictions arranged in the upper part of Fuling Mountain is much higher than that in the lower half of the mountain, but most of them have artificially stopped triggering the restrictions on their own.

Otherwise, even if Han Li and Mo Jianli were Mahayana monks, they would never be able to have such an unobstructed journey.

It seemed that the distance was only a few thousand feet, but the group of people actually flew for as long as a meal.

It seems that the height of the second half of the mountain is over ten thousand feet.

Mo Jianli couldn't help but look a little weird.

Han Li remained calm on the surface, but he couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

It seems that in addition to the surface restrictions on this mountain, there seems to be something extremely mysterious in it, otherwise it would be impossible to deceive even its spiritual thoughts.

The old man Baijiao and others have always looked normal, obviously they have long been accustomed to this matter.

Even though the second half of the mountain road was extremely long, the group of people still passed through a thin white mist and reached the peak after a while.

Han Li looked up and saw that there was no other building except for a three-story giant attic in the large open space on the top of Fuling Mountain.

On a plaque above the attic door, there are three large pale golden characters written with flying dragons and phoenixes.

"Purple Air Hall"

The outside of the attic was equally deserted, with not a single soul in sight.

"Two seniors, Lord Spirit King is waiting inside. It is inconvenient for juniors and others to enter." After coughing lightly, the old man with white horns gave a salute to Han Li and the other two, and said respectfully.

"In that case, just wait outside." Mo Jianli didn't say anything more. After sweeping his mind through the attic, he strode towards the attic door without hesitation.

Just now, his spiritual sense detected an abnormality. There was no restricted fluctuation in this Purple Air Hall. Except for a vague and strange aura inside, it was really just an ordinary attic.

In this way, he naturally won't have many scruples.

Han Li smiled slightly and followed in.

After entering the gate, there is a huge hall forty to fifty feet wide.

There are pots of lush green flower trees placed around the hall, which are several feet high and covered with colorful fist-sized flowers.

In front of one of the potted flower trees, an old man wearing a white robe stood there with his hands behind his back, leaving only his back in the direction of the door.

"Your Excellency is Fellow Taoist Spirit King!" Mo Jianli's eyes narrowed and he asked with some solemnity.

"You two are guests from afar, so it's best to sit down and talk first!" The old man in white robe did not answer directly, but said without looking back.

"Since fellow Taoist said this, I would rather obey my orders than to be respectful." Mo Jianli stared at the old man's back for a few times, and after pondering for a while, he sat down on a chair beside him with great swagger.

Han Li raised his brows, and after his figure blurred, he also appeared on another chair, and then looked at the back of the old man in white robes with half-smiling eyes.

"My dear fellow Taoists, please forgive me. I am used to living alone, so I can only serve guests with a cup of tea." As soon as Han Li and the others sat down, the old man in white robe said with a chuckle.

As soon as he finished speaking, a side door opened on one side, and several white-haired monkeys jumped out from inside.

They were only half a foot tall, but they were all white and had red eyes.

These little monkeys either had tea trays on their heads, or teapots and cups on their heads. They moved their hands and feet together and poured Han Li and Han Li a cup of extremely fragrant spiritual tea in an instant.

Han Li glanced at the spiritual tea, grabbed the cup, and took a sip.

But Mo Jianli didn't even look at the spiritual tea in front of him, and directly asked the old man calmly:

"I think fellow Taoists should know something about the purpose of our visit this time."

"Although I have been friends with Fellow Daoist Mo for a long time, this is the first time we meet. How can I know the purpose of Fellow Daoist's visit?" The old man in white robe finally turned around and said after smiling.

He has a childlike face with crane hair, eyes like lightning, and a purple maple leaf embroidered on the corner of his sleeve, but his expression is as calm as water.

Mo Jianli and Han Li were startled, and both looked at the Spirit King again.

"Fellow Taoist I don't know the reason why Mo and I are here, but I don't know why we invited the two Taoists Xue Ran here this time?" Mo Jianli snorted and asked.

"Oh, I summoned fellow Taoist disciples here for no shameful reason, just to make a deal. Why, Brother Mo is also interested in this!" The old man in white robes' pupils darkened, but he remained calm and collected. replied.

"Hehe, that's just right. The two of us are here to make a deal with fellow Taoist Spirit King." This time it was Mo Jianli's turn to look at each other, but said without thinking.

"Hehe, that will disappoint fellow Taoist Mo. I always deal with people I know well, but I have no habit of dealing with strangers! Brother Mo, please come back." The old man in white robe yawned and said nothing. He refused without hesitation.

When Mo Jianli heard the words, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly raised one hand, and a ray of silver light flew towards the opposite side.

The old man in white robe did not move, but as soon as the silver light approached about ten feet in front of him, it suddenly froze in the void.

It turned out to be a shining silver jade slip, with a pattern printed on its surface that was the same as the purple-red maple leaf on the old man's cuffs.

The white-robed old man's face suddenly became a little ugly. He suddenly raised his hand and the silver jade slip fell into his hand. After a brief inspection, he said slowly:

"It seems that the ancestor Stone Heart is no longer alive. Did you do it, or did you die in the hands of the mother borer?"

"Although it is not the automatic hand of the mother borer, it is almost the same." Mo Jianli replied calmly.

"Okay. I don't care how you got this token, so this transaction will include you two. But whether you can really get what you want depends on your own abilities." The old man in white robe held the silver in his hand. In a flash of light, the jade slip disappeared silently, and he said calmly at the same time.

"Of course, the two of us are here just looking for an opportunity." Mo Jianli finally brightened up and said with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, it's not that I underestimate Fellow Daoist Mo. With your ability alone, it's almost impossible to complete this deal. On the other hand, the person next to you still has two or three points of possibility. This Fellow Daoist It's Taoist Brother Han Li who has recently become a powerful figure among several tribes. He is indeed not comparable to ordinary Mahayana ancestors." There was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of the white-robed old man's mouth, but as soon as his eyes fell on Han Li, he suddenly changed into two It means solemnly.

"Lord Spirit King has also heard of my name. Han is really flattered. However, fellow Taoist disciples are a little too dismissive. Brother Mo and I must be together!" Han Li suddenly smiled and said lightly.