A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Just when the old man surnamed Mu was shocked and secretly thinking of retreating, Han Li looked at the black mountain peak with a hint of excitement on his face.

Such a strange and astonishing treasure could not be refined by an old man at first glance. It was probably some kind of astonishing ancient treasure left by ancient monks.

And with the power of this treasure, Han Li believed that even the late Nascent Soul cultivators would not be able to survive a single blow from this mountain peak.

As long as it can hit, this is almost a one-hit method that can determine the outcome.

If he could get this thing in his hands, it would immediately make up for his lack of attack power.

Besides, he was also interested in the wind chariot in the old man's hand.

Thinking like this, Han Li turned and stared at the old man, his expression gradually became cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent deep in his eyes.

Although they didn't have many fights, he was confident that he had a general understanding of his opponent's techniques.

I wonder if the other party is unlucky? The old man's major training techniques and the spiritual techniques he used were all of ice attribute. But this does not pose much of a threat to him who has absorbed the dry blue ice flame. There were so many ice edges attacking just now, but they were all turned into ice flowers with dry blue ice flames, and they were easily transformed into nothingness.

And this black mountain peak that can teleport should be the opponent's most powerful treasure. But under the Thunder Wings' thunder escape, there was nothing they could do to him.

From this point of view, it is not impossible to destroy the opponent.

Han Li made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

He shook the hand holding the ice flower. After the blue light flashed, the ice flower quickly deformed and melted, turning into a ball of egg-sized blue flames, floating in the palm of his hand, revealing a strange aura.

Han Li pointed his other hand at the giant sword and silver bell in the air at the same time. Then there was a thunderous sound behind him, his wings moved slightly, and his figure disappeared instantly. When he reappeared the next moment, holding Lan Yan in his hand, he was already within a hundred feet of the old man.

The giant sword and the silver bell began to shine brightly, turning into two rays of light, one silver and one green, and flew towards the old man.

Among them, the giant sword suddenly disintegrated on the way and turned into a green sword energy hundreds of feet long. After falling overwhelmingly, the old man was trapped in the group of swords.

The blue light flashed endlessly, and the sword energy pierced the old man's protective light curtain.

The silver bell released silver sound waves one after another, rushing down the light curtain and shaking it.

This series of attacks surprised the old man, but he didn't panic at all. In addition to injecting a large amount of spiritual power into the orb on his head to make the light curtain around his body thicker, he quickly made a seal with one hand, and the blue spiritual light flashed on his body, and then he shot out.

After a while of rotation, the spiritual light turned into four crystal ice shields several feet in size. They were small and delicate and rotated slowly, protecting the old man within them.

With the protection of these ice shields, the old man felt at ease. He immediately struck the black mountain in the distance with his other hand, turning it into a black rainbow and shooting back.

Of course, he was also afraid of Han Li's teleportation. His eyes were glaring, and he kept looking left and right, fearing that Han Li would suddenly appear nearby and launch a sneak attack on him.

He is truly worthy of being a Yuan Ying stage mage, and he has rich experience in fighting enemies.

When the roar sounded again, Han Li appeared in the electric light more than ten feet away from the old man. He raised his hand, and dense green hair spurted out from his hand. It was the extremely sharp "Qing Ming Needle". "Fu Bao.

With such a short distance, the old man surnamed Mu had no time to react. The countless black hairs pierced through the blue light curtain and directly hit the four ice shields.

There was a "crackling" sound of rain hitting the fallen leaves. As soon as the green threads hit the ice shield, white light burst out and instantly condensed into white and crystal-clear ice needles, which fell one after another.

When the old man surnamed Mu saw this, he was first surprised and then delighted. Then he laughed, opened his mouth, and a blue beam of light spurted out from his mouth, shooting straight towards Han Li who was very close at hand.

Naturally, Han Li flashed with silver light and disappeared again.

But during this delay, the black giant peak flew back to the old man's head, and it was so dark that it was so shocking.

The old man didn't hesitate to hit it with a spell.

Suddenly, the mountain peak trembled slightly, and suddenly a large black brilliance emitted from the bottom, with the old man as the center, covering hundreds of cyan sword lights and silver giant bells at the same time.

The treasures that originally attacked Zheng Huan immediately appeared dull and dull as they spun and twisted, and their power was greatly reduced.

The light curtain that was shaking violently on the old man's body stabilized again.

Seeing this scene, the old man felt at ease.

Then he turned one hand over, white light flashed, and the windmill that had been put away reappeared in his palm. With a slight throw, the car became longer in the wind, and returned to its original size in a moment. fell aside.

For some reason, since the ice flower in the opponent's hand turned into a small ball of strange blue flames, the old man surnamed Mu had a vague omen of something bad. When the Wind and Thunder Wings appeared behind Han Li, he finally felt that there was nothing he could do and decided to withdraw without further entanglement.

Now when he saw that the wind chariot was activated successfully, the old man immediately turned into a rainbow. After a few flashes, he broke out of the obstruction of the flying swords and fled directly towards the wind chariot.

Its speed is so fast that it almost arrives in the blink of an eye.

The brilliance faded, and the old man appeared safely in the wind chariot.

He felt relieved, and just when he was about to put away the orb and black mountain peak that were still there, a thunderous sound suddenly came from the side of the windmill.

The electric arc bounced out, and Han Li's figure suddenly appeared there.

"ah……"

The old man was shocked. When he raised his hand to take action, Han Li suddenly thrust out his arm. The five fingers of a palm wrapped in dry blue ice flames closed together with a "swish" and struck the old man like lightning.

The old man was startled, but an ice shield floated around him, and a psychic-like automatic protector blocked him in front of the old man with a flash of white light, and his palm cut onto the ice shield.

When the old man surnamed Mu saw this, his face showed a hint of joy.

The other party actually attacked his "Crystal Ice Shield" with bare hands. Wasn't this asking for death?

Presumably the next moment, the opponent's arm was frozen and destroyed by the extremely cold air.

A muffled sound of "bang" came out, and white light and blue light lit up at the same time.

When the old man was startled, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, a chill in his chest, and a hand wrapped in blue flames pressed on his chest like a ghost. The movements are extremely gentle.

The old man was horrified. Before he could scream, he heard a "Zila" sound, and strange blue ice spread quickly from where Han Li's five fingers were pressed. With every breath, most of his body was covered with strange things. Ice, it seems that the whole person will be frozen inside in an instant.

The old man had extreme fear on his face. In desperation, he hurriedly mobilized a piece of Danyang fire that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, causing the only intact head to immediately emit a dazzling white light, resisting the spread of ice at the neck, and was temporarily harmonious. Lan Bing was deadlocked there.

When Han Li saw this, he sneered and waved his other free palm suddenly.

A green sword energy appeared out of thin air and struck the old man's head hard.

Suddenly the white light trembled, giving the blue ice the upper hand. It occupied half of the head at once, sealing the old man's mouth and nostrils in ice.

When the old man surnamed Mu saw this, only half of his face showed a look of despair, but then a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and there was a loud sound from the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

With a "puff" sound, a Nascent Soul that looked identical to the old man appeared above the head.

Han Li's face darkened, and without thinking, he opened his mouth and directed a golden arc toward Nascent Soul.

But as soon as the old man's Nascent Soul came out of his body, there was no delay at all. The horse's eyes disappeared instantly with blue light, and the golden arc shot into the air.

When Han Li looked around intently, the Nascent Soul finally appeared a hundred feet away. Then without any hesitation, the blue light appeared again and disappeared again.

This time, the blue orb that originally stayed in place also disappeared after a while of trembling.

When he reappeared, the orb had been wrapped in the arms of the old man Nascent Soul.

Nascent Soul glanced at Han Li with extremely malicious eyes, and without saying a word, his figure flickered in and out, and soon turned into a point of light, reaching the edge of the sky.

Then he no longer used teleportation, and directly controlled the orb, flying through the air, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Han Li watched coldly as Nascent Soul fled away, holding the old man's body in one hand and not moving a step in place.

Although his magical power of wind and thunder wings is also a teleportation-like lightning escape technique, if one escapes or the other pursues, there is nothing he can do against the opponent. Therefore, once the opponent's Nascent Soul fails to kill with one hit, there is no need for him to take action a second time.

Now, seeing the old Yuanying fleeing without a trace, Han Licai shook one hand with an expressionless face. The ice-sealed body of the old man in his hand immediately shattered inch by inch, turning into blue crystal light that filled the sky. Falling dust!