A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Although Han Li practiced the way to become an immortal, he didn't believe in the theory of destiny at all.

For him, cultivating to become an immortal is just a means to pursue immortality.

If some immortal person really appeared in front of him, although he would immediately be in awe, but if he was asked to obey and obey his orders, he probably wouldn't be able to sincerely do so.

Fairy Ziling and Ge Li were startled by Han Li's naked words and then looked slightly embarrassed.

In fact, Han Li is not the only one who thinks this way. Most of the monks just treat the "Crying Soul" thing as a legend. It's just that under normal circumstances, no one is as straightforward as Han Li said.

After all, they are still taboo about the topics of destiny and heaven.

At this time, the man in black robe had already taken the "crying soul" deep into the ghost mist and disappeared completely.

Han Li looked at Guiwu and said with a smile:

"Let's go too! Since someone is willing to help us clear a way first, we are naturally disrespectful."

"What do fellow Daoist Han mean?" the old man surnamed Ge asked as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

In fact, the old man naturally understood what Han Li meant. Because if Han Li didn't agree to join forces, he would probably do the same.

It's just that he was dismissive of the man in black robe just now, but now he wants to use his light to break through this ghostly mist. In front of Han Li and the other two, naturally he couldn't hold back his old face.

He could only pretend to be confused and let Han Li speak first.

After hearing what the old man said, Han Li glanced at him with a half-smile but said nothing, but took the lead and walked in the direction where the man in black robe disappeared.

The Purple Spirit Fairy naturally followed without hesitation.

When Ge Li saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment and had no choice but to follow him with a blush on his face.

When the gray-white ghost mist saw a stranger approaching, it boiled as if alive and rolled towards the three of them.

If an ordinary mortal is entangled in these gray-white mist, their essence and blood will be sucked out immediately, and they will turn into withered corpses and die. The soul becomes a part of these ghost mist, and from then on it falls into the ghost realm and can no longer escape.

But Han Li and the other three are immortal cultivators, so naturally they won't be afraid of this mere ghost mist.

After the light flickered on the three people's bodies, they each had their own way of protection.

Ge Li raised his hand and released a small red umbrella, slowly rotating it about ten feet above his head.

And a red mist of light shrouded the old man in it. As soon as the ghost mist touched the red light, it immediately made a "sizzling" sound, and then a stream of strange green smoke appeared, and a faint sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling. Voice.

When other ghosts saw it, they only dared to show their teeth and claws outside the red light, but no longer pounced on it, as if they were wise.

The Purple Spirit Fairy released four fist-sized ball magic weapons, which circled around her body and formed a moving barrier about ten feet in size.

This barrier is white and crystal clear and forms a square shape, which repels all the ghost mist and cannot get close to the Purple Spirit Fairy.

However, the most bizarre protective method was Han Li's.

Because apart from the light green light emitting from Han Li's body, he did not use any magic weapons or magic weapons at all. As soon as the ghost mist approached Han Li's body, it was shot away by several inexplicable electric lights and disappeared. . Disappeared into nothing.

This strange scene naturally aroused Ge Li and Ziling Fairy to be surprised for a while. But they didn't take the initiative to ask.

Fairy Zi Ling was confused and vaguely thought of Tianleizhu, but she was not very sure in her heart.

Han Li still walked at the front as if he didn't know it.

It's not that he wants to be a hero. But in this place where ghosts are everywhere, there is really no big difference between walking in the front and walking in the back.

It’s better to walk ahead so that you can stay on top of some dangerous situations!

As for those electric lights, they actually just spread part of the sword energy of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword in the body on the shield.

Only the body-protecting sword and shield magical power of "Qingyuan Sword Art" can directly utilize part of the power of the flying sword without releasing the magic weapon.

This is also a method of casting spells that Han Li has only recently understood.

And with the evil-proofing properties of Golden Thunder Bamboo, it is naturally a piece of cake for these ghost mist.

Of course, Han Li did not extract all the power of the Golden Thunder Bamboo, so the lightning was just pale white, and he was not afraid of others recognizing the Golden Thunder Bamboo.

But his powerful spiritual consciousness, which is far beyond that of ordinary monks, has been completely released since he entered the ghost mist. Just in case you are attacked by some evil ghost without realizing it.

After all, with the spiritual eyes of their monks, they couldn't see very far through the ghostly mist.

However, the traces of the men in black robes were very easy to find in this thick fog, because a foot-wide passage that was much lighter than the surrounding fog could be clearly distinguished with the naked eye.

Han Li and others only need to follow this to pursue and hide.

I don't know if this is caused by the black-robed man's skills or the supernatural manifestation of the "crying soul".

But it didn't matter to Han Li, and he didn't bother to think about it.

The more powerful the "crying soul" is, the more advantageous it will be for those of them who come later.

Now he was observing the surroundings with an expressionless face while walking slowly with one foot higher than the other.

Because the place under my feet was full of potholes, it felt a bit wet, as if there was a lot of moisture.

I walked like this for who knows how long, and nothing happened along the way.

The group of them unknowingly followed the man in black robe into the depths of the ghost mist.

Moreover, the color of the ghost mist also began to gradually turn from gray-white to black.

But Han Li's expression gradually darkened as time passed, and he began to frown.

There was a crisp sound, and Han Li suddenly stopped and lowered his head to take a look.

Seeing this, the Purple Spirit Fairy and the old man behind him also gathered around curiously.

Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, then returned to normal and moved one foot away from where he was.

Because there was nothing more than a pile of bones under his feet, and he was also wrapped in a layer of shiny blue clothes, which seemed to be no ordinary clothes.

Next to it, there was a fragment of a sword that had been broken into several pieces. The texture was crystal clear, as if the spirit still existed.

It seems that this is an unlucky monk who is trapped in this place.

Han Li's eyes flashed with strange light, but he shook his head.

Seeing that this person has been dead for so many years, and the fragments of the magic weapon are still spiritual, he must be a monk with a high level of cultivation.

But after death here, no one even collected the bones. In fact, it is so different from the scenery before my death. It is very sad!

It can be seen that if you are not careful on the road to immortality, you will be in a situation that will never be restored, and the ending will be even three points more tragic than ordinary people.

This monk's soul should now have become part of the ghost mist, or it may have transformed into a ghost, making it difficult for him to re-enter the reincarnation.

When Han Li was sighing with emotion, he glanced at the other two people inadvertently.

The Purple Spirit Fairy's face turned a little pale. When she saw Han Li looking at her, she reluctantly smiled.

The expression of the old man surnamed Ge was a little strange.

He frowned and stared at the green shirt for a long time. Suddenly, with a flick of his finger, a cremation flower the size of an egg fell on the green shirt.

As a result, before touching the object, the fire was extinguished in a flash.

"Ahem! It's indeed him!" Ge Li raised his head and murmured, his face becoming gloomy.

"Why, Fellow Daoist Ge knows him?" Han Li raised his eyebrows and asked lightly, looking at the bones.

Fairy Zi Ling also showed curiosity on the side.

"This person should be Yu Zhenren, who I have met several times. He formed the elixir much earlier than me. The fire-preventing clothing on his body is made of centuries-old ice silk. No ordinary flame can get close to it. It can be regarded as a slightly famous treasure. When the Xutian Palace was opened last time, I heard that he also went there, but he never came back. Unexpectedly, this person really got trapped here, and even stayed there I haven’t passed the first level yet. It’s really unfortunate!” Ge Li said with a few long sighs.

Han Li became silent after hearing this, but after a while he suddenly asked something that made the old man startled.

"What is the cultivation level and power of the magic weapon of Master Yu? Is it much more advanced than fellow Taoist disciples?" Han Li asked calmly.

After hearing this, Ge Li seemed to understand what Han Li meant. He slightly twirled the beard on his chin and said firmly:

"Although this Master Yu was in the early stage of foundation building like me now, at that time, it was said that he was about to break through the bottleneck and enter the middle stage of pill formation. His magic power should be much higher than mine. What's more, , he is a very rare ice attribute spiritual root, and the ice attribute skills he practices are far inferior to mine. As for the magic weapon, I have never seen him fighting with others, so there is no way to judge. However, You shouldn't be worse than me." As the old man said this, his expression became more and more ugly.

"So, there must be a powerful guy nearby. I originally thought it was strange, even if there was the soul-crying beast opening the way, why didn't I see any wild ghosts except these ghost mist along the way. That black ghost It's impossible for the robed man to clean up all the monsters nearby for us." Han Li said with the same solemn expression.