A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"We finally came out, but it seems that this place is still in the Ten Thousand Moon Mountains." Han Li, who had just walked out of the light array, said calmly after taking a look at the surrounding scenery.

"Brother Han, when I cast the spell to control the teleportation, I tried my best to teleport us to the farthest place. Even if we are still in the Ten Thousand Moon Mountains, I think we should be on the edge." Bingpo also looked around. , unable to hide the excitement on his face.

Anyone who has been trapped in a certain place for so many years and finally sees the light of day again would probably feel extremely excited.

"When we get here, even if the others realize that something is wrong, they will be too late to come. I have just summoned Zhu Guoer and the others. What are your plans for fellow Taoist Bingpo in the future? Are you planning to leave immediately and return to the clan?" Han Li nodded and asked the goddess with a straight face.

"My little sister has just successfully advanced to the Mahayana. She needs to consolidate her realm and refine some of the new treasures. So, I plan to find a secret place nearby and practice hard for a few years before going back to the clan. Bingpo replied without thinking, as if he had already thought about this issue.

"That's fine, fellow Taoist, but now that Xiao Ming and the others know that you have obtained the mantle of Tianding Master, this matter will surely spread soon. Fellow Taoist Bingpo still needs to be more careful." Han Li nodded. The head, quite agreed with the other party's idea, but gave a slight reminder.

"Brother Han, don't worry, my little sister is finally a Mahayana being. Even if she encounters any powerful enemy, as long as she is not in a Jedi, she will always be able to protect herself." Bingpo said with a sweet smile.

"Fellow Bingpo Taoist has such confidence, so it's naturally best. Han will continue to stay in Blood Sky for a while, and maybe he will go to Thunder Continent. It may be a long time before you and I see each other again. Fellow Taoist, please take care of yourself!" Han Li smiled and bowed his hands to the woman.

Bingpo hurriedly returned the favor and said a few words of care. After finally formally saying goodbye, he turned into a ray of crystal light and left the sky.

As soon as Han Li waited for the woman to disappear at the end of the sky, he immediately grabbed it with one hand and a pale silver talisman flashed in his hand. With a pinch of his fingers and a wave in the wind, the talisman suddenly turned into a line of blue smoke and disappeared into the void.

After that, Han Li escaped from the light and landed on a mountaintop below. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged under a towering tree, quietly waiting for the arrival of Zhu Guoer and others.

After half a day, there was a flash of light on the horizon, and a triangular speed car shot over, with a man and a woman standing on top.

It was none other than Zhu Guoer and Patriarch Hua Shi.

After Han Li opened his eyes again, he stood up from under the tree with a smile on his face.

Not long after, news came out from the Blood and Bone Sect that in the battle in the Wanyue Mountains, all the puppets transformed by the Five Sons of Blood were destroyed, and the mysterious practitioner who practiced the blood god's art was also killed.

However, two Mahayana men, Tianque and Dimeng, were seriously injured in this battle, and even only a small portion of the disciples they brought with them were able to return.

And the well-known formation master in the Blood Sky, "The Man named Feng", fell directly to his death in this battle.

At the same time, rumors about Tianding's inheritance being obtained by a Mahayana woman from a different continent also spread throughout the continent, causing many interested people to be ready to take action.

But the strange thing is that there are no rumors about Han Li at all, as if such a person has never appeared in the Ten Thousand Moon Mountains.

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A year and a half later, in the sky above a very hidden valley in the Qiyun Mountains, two Xuetian Mahayana men in different costumes were looking at a thin, fair-skinned young man opposite them with frightened and angry faces.

The young man was dressed in black robes and had slender eyes, giving people a strange and ethereal feeling.

But what is terrifying is that in one hand of the young man, he is holding a head with disheveled buns. Under his feet, there is a "gugu" river of blood flowing to the end that cannot be seen at a glance.

The head has a delicate and elegant face, but is extremely pale, and the expression of disbelief from when it was beheaded still remains on the face.

The blood river is thirty to forty feet wide. The water seems to be extremely viscous, but there is no smell of blood. Instead, there is a smell similar to sandalwood, which makes people feel refreshed involuntarily after smelling it.

Near the feet of the young man in black robes, several corpses that clearly belonged to the same person were floating there quietly.

The young man in black robe stepped half way into the river with his naked calves, but his figure was as stable as if he were on the ground. He looked at the two Mahayana beings at the top of the spiritual world in front of him with an almost sarcastic look.

"What did you do to us? Why did your cultivation suddenly drop by nearly half? Otherwise, Master Yanyu would never have been killed like this. Do you know that Master Yanyu is one of the elders of the Merchant Alliance? The Merchant Alliance is one of the largest forces in the entire spiritual world. You killed the core members of the Merchant Alliance. Even if you have magical powers, you will never have a foothold in the spiritual world in the future." One of the two Mahayana figures The unusually burly purple-armored man seemed to have finally overcome the fear in his heart, and suddenly roared loudly at the black-robed young man.

"What is the business alliance? If they are really looking for death, I will naturally send them on the road and let them become a part of the blood river like you. As for your cultivation being suppressed, it has nothing to do with me, but everything. The Spiritual Blood Seal has just finished the blood sacrifice, and its aura has not yet been able to control itself. You are just too shocked without realizing it." The young man in black robe chuckled and said lightly.

"Nonsense, what kind of treasure can intimidate us with its breath alone? Even Xuantian Lingbao can never do such a thing." The big man shouted sternly, looking like he didn't believe it at all.

"What can a mere frog in a well know! Even though the Xuantian Spiritual Treasure is extremely powerful, it still depends on what kind of interface the Xuantian thing is born from. How powerful can a Xuantian Spiritual Treasure with a small interface like yours be? Yes. The horror of the Xuantian Treasure that was truly born in the great world is beyond the imagination of ants like you." The young man in black robe yawned and said without concealing his contempt.

"Your Excellency's tone is really surprising. I have never heard of the theory of a big world, let alone anyone who said that the spiritual world is a small interface. It seems that you are not a person from the spiritual world, but an outsider from other interfaces. Even so, do you really think that one person alone can defeat the power of the entire world and do whatever he wants in our spiritual world, slaughtering a large number of creatures and performing blood sacrifices?" The big man was startled at first, but then he immediately remembered something. , shouted and asked with an angry look on his face again.

"It is naturally impossible to kill all the creatures in the entire world. But if the other Mahayana in this world are at the level of you three, it will not be that difficult to kill them all as long as you spend more time." Black Robe When the young man heard the big man shouting and asking, instead of getting angry, he pondered for a moment and replied very seriously.

These words naturally made the burly man look extremely ugly.

At this moment, another Mahayana man next to him who had never spoken a word, an old man with snake stripes all over his body and slender pupils, suddenly rolled on the spot and turned into a giant green snake with four wings on his back.

The four wings of this giant snake just flapped hard, and it turned into a jet of green thread and flew away.

It just flashed and appeared more than a thousand feet away like a teleport. With another flash, it was about to run away.

"Stupid, under the power of my Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Seal, how can it be possible for a mere Mahayana to escape? Zhen!" The young man in black robe glanced at the direction in which the flying snake was escaping, and immediately said the word "zhen" in his mouth.

In an instant, a bloody light suddenly appeared in the sky above the green flying snake, and a phantom of a seal the size of a small mountain appeared with a "rumbling" and seemed to slowly fall down.

The moment the four-winged flying snake below appeared in the shadow of the huge seal, its body trembled for unknown reasons, and it stayed in place for a moment, and watched helplessly as the shadow of the huge seal roared. Pressed on the body.

The moment the power of the seal reached its body, the flying snake immediately let out a shrill scream.

The flying snake's body and the old man's Nascent Soul inside suddenly turned into dots of spiritual light and disappeared.

After a trace of blood light rolled down from the seal, all the spiritual light was absorbed into the phantom of the seal out of thin air.

The seal that was originally a little blurry gradually became clearer and more solid after the blood-red glow on the body surface flashed.

But the next moment, there was a buzzing sound, and the phantom of the seal disappeared into the void in a flash.

Seeing his companions who were similar in cultivation to him being killed almost instantly, the burly man could not help but show a hint of despair even though he had gone through countless trials and hardships, his character had always been extremely strong.

The opponent's strength was originally unfathomable, but now that his own cultivation had been suppressed so much, he had no chance of victory.

But even so, he naturally had no reason to sit back and wait for death. He could only fight for his life.

Before the young man in black robe could look away from the distance, the big man suddenly let out a loud roar, a green light flashed from behind, and suddenly a huge Dharma form with a dragon's head and a horse's body appeared.

When this Dharma appeared in Fang Yi, the dragon's head opened its mouth wide, the thunder roared loudly, and countless green thunderballs surged out from the mouth.

At the same time, the big man moved his sleeves, and more than a dozen treasures of various styles flew out of his sleeves. The moment they flew out, they burst open at the same time.

At one time, more than a dozen huge balls of light, like the scorching sun, rolled straight towards the young man in black robes, as if they were unstoppable.

But the big man himself twisted his body, and his body exploded into blood mist, directly revealing the Dacheng Nascent Soul hidden inside.

The Nascent Soul just took a deep breath, and all the surrounding blood mist was sucked into the body in an instant.

After another flash of blood light, the Han Yuanying disappeared into the air like a transparency.

Facing the dense thunderballs and the terrifying scorching sun caused by the self-explosion of more than a dozen exotic treasures, the young man in black robe smiled gloomily and showed no intention of dodge. Instead, he turned his back and slowly thrust forward with a palm of his hand.