A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"For this junior to be standing here, he is naturally a member of the Merchant Alliance. He was ordered by Mr. Biying, the General Deacon of Blood Sky, to invite Senior Han to come over and have a talk." The cold and charming woman replied respectfully.

"Bi Ying? Although this is the first time I heard this name, since he is the general person in charge of your alliance in this continent, he is probably also a famous person in the Blood Sky. Does fellow Taoist Bi have anything important to do with me?" Han After Li's eyes flashed slightly, he asked in reply.

At this time, how could he not know that the news of his arrival must have been leaked to this party by Mingzun, otherwise how could the other party "block" him so well.

"I don't know about this junior. This junior is just here to ask senior to come over. If senior Han has anything to ask, he can personally find out about Lord Biying." The cold and beautiful woman replied without thinking.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Bi asked you to invite me, didn't you tell me anything else? I'm sure Han will definitely agree to meet me." Han Li sneered when he heard this.

"Sir Bi, before the junior came over, gave something to the junior and asked me to hand it over to the senior with my own hands." After a strange color flashed across the face of the cold and charming woman, she said this.

"An object? Take it out and let me take a look." Han Li narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, senior, please take a look." The cold and beautiful woman shook her sleeves without hesitation, and immediately took out a pair of bright red scrolls that looked like blood, and handed them over with both hands.

Han Li made a move with one hand, and the blood-red scroll fell into his hand in a flash. He swept his mind upwards and frowned slightly, but he flicked it away without hesitation.

The opened scroll was impressively printed with a picture of eight ghosts eating the Buddha as black as ink.

Eight ferocious evil spirits with green faces and fangs, either baring their fangs or claws, or holding bone wishbone sticks, surrounded a monk with a vague face. It seemed that they would cut the monk into pieces and devour him alive in the next moment. It was extremely lifelike.

Han Li grabbed the two ends of the scroll and looked at the evil ghost picture. His expression remained unchanged, but he felt a little strange in his heart. He didn't know what the Biying meant by letting him see such a picture.

At this moment, there was a "pop" sound, and a streak of blood suddenly flew out from the surface of the scroll, heading straight towards Han Li.

Han Li was slightly startled, and his spiritual thoughts swept away the blood instantly. After thinking for a moment, he did not dodge, allowing his body to be swept into the painting, and he was pulled into the painting in a flash.

Xue Po, Zhu Guo'er and others standing nearby were shocked when they saw this situation.

After Patriarch Hua Shi's expression changed, he shook his shoulders, and several black energy spurted out from behind, directly transforming into a giant black python more than ten feet long, and stared at the cold and beautiful woman fiercely.

It looks like if the opponent makes any other move, he will immediately activate the giant python to attack.

"Fellow Taoists, don't panic. There is nothing wrong with Senior Han. This is just for the sake of confidentiality, Master Biying used a ray of distraction to summon him into the picture. He will come out in a short while." The cold and charming woman said, Patriarch Chong Huashi waved his hand and said calmly.

"Is that true? If Master Han makes any mistakes inside, don't blame me for being ruthless." Patriarch Hua Shi said sternly, somewhat doubtful.

"If Senior Han doesn't come out after a while, the Taoist friends can just find themselves as concubines." The cold and charming woman said with a smile.

"Brother Hua, it doesn't look like the other party is telling lies. Let's just wait a moment. With Senior Han's magical power, even if something happens, there will never be any danger." Xue Po's eyes flashed a few times, He also said slowly.

Patriarch Hua Shi felt that this was reasonable, so he put away the giant python that had transformed from his head, and stood aside with a gloomy expression without saying a word.

Zhu Guoer on the side looked worriedly at the evil ghost picture suspended in the air.

At this moment, this strange picture has already been shrouded in blood-red light. As soon as the spiritual thoughts of a group of people came into contact, they were immediately bounced away, making it impossible to penetrate it at all.

Even from this weird picture, bursts of bloody air emanated from it.

The few remaining aliens not far away were all frightened when they saw this situation. After a few hasty exchanges, they flew away one after another, as if they were afraid of being involved.

On the other hand, the round-faced man who called himself Fang Jin kept looking here with a smile.

At the same time, in a mysterious space in the Evil Ghost Picture, Han Li frowned slightly and looked at an old monk in gray robes who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Judging from the attire of this monk, it is clear that he is the man in the painting surrounded by eight ghosts.

But the monk was as motionless as a wooden sculpture.

The monk is here, but where is the evil ghost?

Han Li changed his mind and glanced around.

All he could see was a thick blood-colored fog that was no more than ten feet away from it.

Amidst the surging blood energy, there was a hint of sinister energy coming out of it, and when the spiritual thoughts came into contact, it sank as if it were coming into contact with something strangely cold.

A look of surprise flashed across Han Li's face.

At this moment, a loud roar came from the blood mist, and then the mist cleared, and eight ferocious evil ghosts more than ten feet tall rumbled out.

These evil ghosts were all half-naked, with animal skins covering their lower bodies. Their bodies were covered with strange ghost patterns, and they had strange horns on their heads. As soon as they walked out of the blood mist, they immediately surrounded Han Li.

"Fellow Daoist Biying, what do you mean?" Han Li's face darkened, and he suddenly turned around and said coldly to the monk.

"Oh, how did Fellow Daoist Han know that Bi was here?" The monk's body trembled slightly, and he actually opened his eyes. His eyes were extremely cloudy, as if he had not yet woken up.

"Fellow Taoist is joking. Although Han has not been in the Mahayana for a long time, how could he not have seen this kind of technique of diverting thoughts? I originally thought that the Taoist friend was going to show off his magic weapon because he had some secrets. Only after consulting with each other did they allow fellow Taoists to cast spells to pull them in. Now that I see the appearance of these ghosts, they seem a little different." Han Li said lightly.

"Don't get me wrong, Fellow Daoist Han. I have summoned Fellow Daoist here to tell you something. However, this matter is important. I must first verify whether Fellow Daoist is really qualified to know about this matter. Although these eight ghost kings of the Underworld have transformed into It is not very powerful, but the Huangquan Mingfeng it controls is a real thing. As long as ordinary practitioners are contaminated with it, their flesh and bones will melt and turn into yin water. Even if ordinary Mahayana Taoist friends encounter this thing, they will We can only retreat for a moment or two, not dare to rush in. As long as fellow Taoist can come and go freely in the underworld wind, and can persist for a quarter of an hour without using any treasures and magic weapons, he will be considered to have passed our test. Afterwards, the old man will arrive. I will definitely offer tea to apologize and tell everything truthfully. If this is not possible, the old man can only send fellow Taoist friends to come up with pictures and pretend that nothing happened." The monk said expressionlessly.

Almost at the same time, the eight evil ghosts roared, opened their mouths, and the dark wind suddenly surged out from them, turning into a huge wind wall that completely blocked the void nearby, and headed straight towards Han Li. Rolling in.

"Underworld Wind, stay there for a quarter of an hour without using any magic weapon! It's interesting! If it's not enough, it would be too small." Han Li looked at the rolling wind, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he immediately acted as if nothing had happened. said.

There was a "boom".

Before Han Li could cast a spell, the moment the billowing black wind blew in front of him, a layer of golden glow suddenly appeared on his body.

Those places far away from the black wind stopped for a moment, and were frozen in place by the golden light, unable to get any closer.

"Sure enough, it is a wonderful magical power. But fellow Taoist, don't take it too lightly. This underworld wind becomes stronger when it is strong, and becomes weak when it is weak. It is not just this power." Seeing this situation, the monk's pupils shrank slightly, but He continued without any expression.

"Really? If the underworld wind is so weird, Han will be happy to see it for a while." Han Li looked at the black wind not far away and said lightly.

The moment he finished speaking, the wind suddenly blew up, and an incredible force surged out of the wind.

As soon as the golden light emitted from the Han Dynasty came into contact with this huge force, it was squeezed back amid a strange "crack" sound.

Although he only retreated about half a foot and was blocked by the golden light again, Han Li's eyes flashed.

"These Huangquan Yinfeng are really interesting. I will collect some for research. Fellow Taoist, you won't mind." Han Li said suddenly.

"Oh friend, if you really have such great magical powers, just put away these evil winds. I have a lot of this thing in my hand." The monk was a little surprised when he heard this, but immediately replied with a low smile.

"Fellow Taoist said so, Han is not polite." Han Li smiled slightly and pinched the spell with one hand.

With a "pop" sound, a golden halo flashed behind Han Li, and a golden form with three heads and six arms condensed out of thin air.

This Dharma form was more than ten feet tall, with countless golden runes clearly visible all over its body, and emitting an astonishing light that made it impossible to look directly at it. As soon as Fang appeared, he immediately raised his six arms, and at the same time muttered some words.

With a "boom" sound, six golden balls of light flashed out from the palm of his hand, and ejected in a crazy surge. They instantly condensed into a ball in front of Han Li, transforming into a huge golden vortex. .

"receive"

Han Li pointed a finger into the whirlpool void and shouted in a somewhat solemn voice.

Suddenly there was a loud roar in the vortex, countless golden runes floated out from it, and at the same time several huge suction forces rolled out.

An amazing scene appeared.

Those dark winds that seemed to be extremely strong turned into wind pillars and were sucked in as soon as they came into contact with the suction in the vortex, as if encountering a nemesis.

Several black wind pillars rolled into the golden vortex, disappearing like thousands of rivers returning, never to return.

The huge black wind wall was sucked into pieces in the blink of an eye, and there was not much left.

Even the eight evil ghosts that were spitting out black wind were unable to stand firm and approached the golden vortex when they were pulled by the suction force, looking like they could not break away at all.