A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

As soon as he saw the dragon soul submerged into the spirit skin, Han Li flipped his palm without thinking, and a blue spirit talisman pen appeared in the palm of his hand. It was six or seven inches long, small and exquisite, and looked extremely delicate.

With the other hand, he waved to a green jade box with the lid open, and a ball of golden liquid flew out of the box.

Han Li quickly dipped the talisman pen into the golden liquid and dipped it in. Then his face hardened, he pointed it at the floating spirit skin, and the talisman pen began to draw dots in the void with great skill.

Incomprehensible golden runes poured out from the tip of the pen one after another, flying forward in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the blood-red spirit skin.

Then runes of different sizes appeared on the surface of the spirit skin, shining golden and as neat as the engravings.

And just as these runes emerged, the spirit skin trembled violently, and a dragon's roar suddenly came from it. Then the surface of the spirit skin bulged, and the blood-red dragon soul suddenly rushed out of the skin, as if trying to escape.

But at this moment, the golden runes on the spirit skin shined brightly, and twisted like they were alive, wrapping the dragon soul tightly in it, and then pulled it back with great force.

Although he lost his intelligence, Jiaohun, as the soul of a heaven and earth spirit beast, naturally felt the danger subconsciously and kept tearing at the golden runes desperately, trying to escape.

At this time, Han Li's talisman pen illuminated the runes faster, and the large and small golden runes directly covered the dragon soul. After a moment, it was completely trapped, and then it was pulled back into the spirit skin bit by bit.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Li stopped his movements and immediately changed his hand to a purple liquid. He also dipped it in the talisman pen and drew strange symbols like spiritual patterns, then swung them out one by one without haste.

In this way, Han Li would switch to a cinnabar-like spirit liquid every once in a while, and various symbols and wrinkles appeared on the spirit skin one by one.

Not long after, the palm-sized spiritual skin talisman was shining with dense luster of various colors, making it appear full of aura.

Han Li's expression became more solemn, and his writing became slower and slower. The blue light flashed in his eyes, pushing the magical power of Mingqing Spiritual Eyes to the extreme.

Just after a red rune was drawn and flew into the spirit skin, a sudden burst of abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations came from the half-completed rune, and became more and more violent.

Han Li's expression changed greatly, and he was secretly complaining in his heart. But immediately he flicked his sleeves to the ground without thinking, and a piece of green cloud flew out, putting all the materials away instantly. At the same time, he drew his other hand into the void in front of him, and a small blue shield flew from the cuff of his sleeve. It shot out and instantly swelled up, blocking it in front of him.

Just when Han Li finished all this, the Selingpi exploded with a deafening dragon roar.

The five-color light group was dazzling, and the astonishing spiritual energy rushed in all directions, as if a huge wave hit the blue shield.

After the big shield swayed slightly, it blocked it without moving. Han Li was startled when he saw this, and was a little surprised.

Because according to the huge power of the spirit-dropping talisman, this kind of explosion when the talisman fails to be made should have considerable destructive power. Now that he was able to block it so easily, this was very different from what he expected.

Just when Han Li was in shock and doubt, a ray of blood shot out from the light group and reached the sky above the secret room in a flash, and he was about to escape from the secret room.

But as soon as the blood light touched the roof, a white light curtain suddenly appeared without warning, bouncing the blood light back and revealing its figure.

It is the little bloody dragon, the poisonous dragon spirit.

Han Li was startled for a moment, then became overjoyed.

Without thinking, he raised one hand and grabbed it into the void. A big green hand suddenly appeared above Jiaohun's head, grabbed it in his hand, and shot it downwards.

At this time, Han Li stretched out a finger and pointed at the shield in front of him casually. The shield quickly became smaller after the blue light rippled, then circled and shot into the cuff of his sleeve.

Then Han Li stared at the newly captured dragon soul and used his Mingqing Spiritual Eyes again.

"Huh?" Han Li had a surprised expression on his face and let out a soft cry of surprise.

Although it is still the original soul, the soul power in this body is obviously much weaker than before, and the little blood-colored dragon also looks sluggish.

Looking at the dragon soul, Han Li touched his chin with a look of deep thought on his face.

It seems that the refining of the spirit-dropping talisman failed, and the demon soul did not collapse immediately, but only lost some soul power. If this is the case, although the soul-dropping talisman is difficult to refine, it can be refined several times before the soul power is exhausted. There is a high chance that it will be successfully refined.

Of course, if the refining is repeated too many times, the soul power will be greatly reduced, and the power of the spirit descending talisman will definitely be greatly reduced.

After thinking about it and understanding the reason, Han Li took a breath and looked slightly relaxed.

Even if the soul power is lost a little, it is still better than the poisonous dragon's soul collapsing in one fell swoop.

This can be considered a great blessing among misfortunes!

Han Li smiled bitterly, took out the supporting materials one by one again, and arranged them again. Of course it was replaced with another piece of spirit animal skin.

A new round of refining has begun again.

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While Han Li was painstakingly refining the spirit talisman in the secret room, the entire Tianyi City was completely mobilized in just two or three days.

All the monks and sects, big and small, knew that they would have a life-and-death battle with the sorcerers in a few days. After a big commotion, all the monks in the city came out of their stations and formed an army of magicians according to the original arrangement. They all drove towards the border station one after another with solemn expressions.

Everyone knows that in this battle, either the Mulan people were defeated and retreated, or Tiannan fell into the hands of the magicians, and countless sects lost their inheritance. Therefore, morale does not need to be stimulated, but is extremely high.

There are also rumors flying around about the ten gambling battles.

Because they were afraid that Mulan's spies would leak the list of monks who participated in the war and send out the fighting magicians in a targeted manner, the names of Han Li and others were still kept secret. Except for the old monster who was discussed in the palace that day, few people knew the specific names. List.

As a result, the identities of these ten Nascent Soul monks were naturally discussed and speculated by many monks for a while. It's easy to predict the outcome. After all, it involves the survival of thousands of monks.

Many sect monks who had placed their hope in having disciples among them were naturally more concerned.

The disciples of Luoyun Sect also followed the team and left Tianyicheng one after another. Seeing this, Lu Luo had no choice but to go along.

However, he ordered the woman named Song to stay at the station and wait for Han Li to leave the border.

Within a few days, except for a few monks who stayed behind, there were fewer and fewer people in Tianyi City.

Seeing that the days were passing by and Han Li still showed no sign of leaving seclusion, the woman surnamed Song couldn't help but become anxious.

As for Han Li's retreat, even though there were heavy restrictions, there were still faint sounds of dragon roars or explosions coming from it. This surprised the woman and made her a little worried.

On the fifth day, the girl surnamed Song made up her mind. If Master Han hadn't been able to get out of the confinement yet, she might have had to bite the bullet and forcefully knock on the confinement.

Otherwise, if we delay for another day, we may not be able to catch up with the war.

Now, in the resident hall, the woman surnamed Song was waiting quietly on her chair worriedly. She looked out of the hall from time to time at the dim sunset, her expression uncertain.

Seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, the woman frowned, bit her red lips, and stood up suddenly.

Miaoman's body moved two graceful steps, and suddenly a clear sound of bells came into the hall. The woman was stunned for a moment, and then her face showed a look of surprise.

After a moment, a green light flashed at the entrance of the hall, and Han Li's figure suddenly emerged in the glow.

"See you, Uncle Master!" The woman surnamed Song hurried forward with a light step and bowed with her hand folded.

"What day is it now? The monks in the city seem to have all set off." As soon as he came out of the secret room, Han Li felt with his consciousness that the entire Tianyi City was empty, with only a few monks still remaining in the city. Seeing this woman, I couldn't help but ask.

After all, in the secret room, he could only roughly estimate the time. Although he felt that it was not beyond the scheduled date, it would be safer to ask.

"Uncle Qi, it's the fifth day now." At this time, the woman surnamed Song felt completely at ease and replied respectfully.

"On the fifth day, there is more than enough time. However, it is better to get there earlier. Let's go." After hearing this, Han Li said decisively.

"Yes!" The woman surnamed Song promised softly.

Han Li raised his hand, and a ball of white light shot out from his cuffs and floated into the courtyard outside the hall. After the light faded, a white, winged, square car appeared there.

It was the wind chariot.

"Get in the car. It will be faster to drive in this car than to escape the light." Han Li was in the car in a flash, then turned his head and said to the woman.

The woman surnamed Song looked at the car, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she walked into the car silently.

Seeing this, Han Li tapped the car lightly with his toe. Suddenly the windmill flashed with white light, and a layer of white light covered both the people and the car. Immediately after trembling, it turned into a ball of white light and flew through the air.

The wind chariot is worthy of being a specialized flying magic weapon. Not only does it not have much spiritual power to use, but its escape speed is far beyond what ordinary monks can match.

In the blink of an eye, he escaped from Tianyicheng and shot straight towards the border.

Seeing this scene, the woman surnamed Song felt even more at ease. And I couldn't help but secretly wonder if it was because Master Han had this treasure that he was so calm and didn't leave seclusion until now. I wonder what kind of powerful secret skills this enigmatic uncle has been practicing these days? What's going on with the roaring sound of dragons in the secret room?

While the woman was silent and thinking wildly, Han Li asked something that was somewhat beyond her expectations.

"Are the two fellow Taoists Zi Ling still in the same place?"

"Zi Ling and the others have temporarily left Tianyicheng, and are planning to wait until this war is over before deciding on future plans." The woman surnamed Song was startled at first, but immediately replied obediently.

"Haha! This girl Zi Ling is quite clever. This is indeed a wise move. If I were to get along with someone else, I would probably do the same thing." Han Li didn't take it seriously and said with a slight smile.

Then, with a rush of spiritual energy under her feet, the windmill's speed increased significantly. The woman surnamed Song had a horrified look on her face, and she escaped more than ten feet away in an instant, and soon turned into a small point of light and disappeared. The edge of the sky.

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