A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

Han Li meditated quietly in the room. After an unknown amount of time, the little spiritual energy he had consumed due to the rush gradually returned to his peak state.

When he opened his eyes and looked inside, a slight smile appeared on his face.

Since practicing the Qingyuan Sword Art to the tenth level, I have obviously felt that my spiritual power recovery has increased significantly compared to before. This can be regarded as an unexpected surprise.

With this thought in mind, Han Li pondered for a moment, then reached out from his pocket and took out a shiny black wooden box, with several gleaming blue forbidden talismans attached to the lid.

With one hand, he flicked the lid of the box, and several talismans fell off, turning into several rays of blue light that flew into the cuffs.

Han Li tapped the box with another finger, and the lid immediately opened by itself, revealing the contents inside.

A palm-sized talisman covered with runes sat quietly in the box, and there were faint bloody dragons swimming back and forth on the surface of the talisman.

Han Li stretched out his hand and lightly touched the talisman. The talisman flew out, circled and landed lightly on his hand.

He spent several days working and failed three times before finally successfully refining this talisman. Although I don't know how powerful it is, I can be sure that the power of this "spiritual talisman" is much lower than that described in the refining method.

After all, three failures in refining the talisman caused the eighth-level dragon soul to lose most of its soul power, and its true effectiveness can only be tested in actual combat.

Han Li touched the various runes on the surface of the talisman with his fingers and fell into deep thought, his expression changing uncertainly.

While Han Li was sitting cross-legged in his room, meditating, in a stone room twenty or thirty feet underground at the mage station dozens of miles away from Tiannan Camp, several mysterious figures were discussing around a stone table. whats the matter.

There were five men and two women. One man and one woman were covered in black robes, and their faces could not be seen at all.

However, two of the other people were people known to Han Li. One of them was the woman surnamed Le who urged the ancient lantern to use during the battle at Huanglong Mountain, causing him to suffer a lot. The other one was the middle-aged Confucian scholar who hunted him for several days and nights, causing his vitality to be severely damaged, the Master Zhong.

The remaining three men were a dark and skinny old man, a short man less than four feet tall, and a handsome man in brocade clothes.

"Master Le, how are you preparing the spiritual oil? You need to know how long the holy lamp is lit, which is related to the length of time the holy bird appears in this world. There is no room for error." The skinny old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were full of wrinkles. With clear eyes, he sat at the corner of the stone table and asked the woman named Le lightly.

"Master Zhu, don't worry. This battle is related to the life and death of my clan. I have brought out all the lamp oil that my clan has stored for more than a thousand years. It is enough to support the holy birds to finish this battle." Le in green shirt The woman named Huarong said solemnly.

"Brother Zhong, there should be no problem with the spiritual magic array you organized. Compared with the Tiannan monks, we magicians are far inferior in quantity and quality of magic weapons. We can only rely on the spiritual magic array to suppress it. The other party is attacking." The old man turned and asked the middle-aged Confucian scholar again.

"No problem. My hundreds of years of research on spiritual magic formations are not in vain. I have passed on several newly improved formations to them. If the Tiannan monks still measure this with the power of the original spiritual magic formations, If we fight, they will definitely be shocked." The Confucian scholar said calmly.

"That's enough! Brother Bi, as soon as the melee begins, you have all the high-level magicians summon ethereal beasts to attack first, so as to attract the opponent's attack and consume the monks' mana as much as possible. Sect Leader Fang, this also requires the cooperation of your giant beasts. That's it." The skinny old man gave a few instructions to the dwarf, and then said politely to the man in black robe.

"Before the war begins, I will hand over those giant beasts to you. However, the nobles will not regret what they promised us after it is done." After the man in black robe promised, he said something more meaningfully.

"Repent? Brother Fang is joking. After the battle with the monks, will our Mulan clan do something stupid that offends your sect? After all, your Yinluo sect is also one of the top ten demon sects in the Jin Dynasty. Once our Mulan clan captures Tiannan , I only try my best to cultivate my health, and it is not a big deal to hand over a few mortal countries to the management of your sect. Anyway, these mortals are all Yan people, and we will not care about their life and death." The skinny old man's eyes flashed. After a few moments, he said coldly.

"That's good. This time, if our Yinluo Sect's treasure "Ghost Luo Banner" hadn't been destroyed by those guys from the Right Way, it needed a lot of souls to repair it. This sect would never get involved with your magicians and In the battle between Tiannan monks. If you collect a large number of living souls in Dajin, you will definitely be entangled by those righteous guys. Although we are not afraid of them, the repair of the treasures cannot be delayed." After the man in black robe nodded, his voice became calm. Said with emotion.

"In addition, the souls of all the immortal cultivators who died in this war also belong to our sect. Master Zhu has no objection to this." The woman in black robe also spoke. But the voice is thick and hoarse, which is very inconsistent with his slender figure. People who hear it for the first time will definitely be shocked.

"Of course we won't care about the monks. But can't you identify the souls of the magicians and let them go? Some time ago, you unscrupulously collected the souls of the dead in battle. You have made us three old guys very passive. We can I will make some compensation in other aspects." Upon hearing this, the skinny old man's expression changed slightly and he said.

"This won't work. There is no difference between the ghosts of monks and magicians, and they cannot be subdivided at all. Besides, there is a way to identify them. In tomorrow's battle, tens of thousands of magicians and monks will die. What do you call us? Are the three divine masters planning to break their promise on this matter?" The man in black robe narrowed his eyes, his pupils instantly turned green, and a gloomy cold air suddenly appeared all over his body.

The Confucian scholar named Zhong and the dwarf named Bi were secretly annoyed when they saw this. Although they did not make any move, one of them had a silver light on his body and the other had a red light on his face. They stared at the man in black robe without saying a word.

The big man in brocade and the woman named Le also stared coldly at the man in black, with displeasure on their faces.

You must know that collecting the souls of magicians who died in battle has long made these people very dissatisfied. If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't live without these Jin demon cultivators, they might have fallen out with each other long ago.

"Ahem! Stop, what are you doing? Sect Master Fang is a guest invited by Zhu himself, don't you even give me the honor?" After the old man coughed lightly, his expression darkened.

The woman in black robe on the other side also moved her lips slightly and said something to the man in black robe.

When the man in black robe heard this, the green light in his eyes gradually receded, and the cold air around him suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this, the Confucian scholar and others exhaled lightly and dispersed their spiritual power.

They all know that even though they don't like each other, they are each getting what they want right now, and this is not the time for internal strife.

"Let's do this. You can arrest the living soul. But it must be done secretly after the war, and no one else can see it. Otherwise, we really can't suppress the people below." After hesitating for a moment, the skinny old man gritted his teeth. said.

"Okay. This sect can agree to this condition." The black-robed man's eyes flashed for a few times, then he took a step back and nodded in agreement.

Although the Confucian scholars and others were still a little dissatisfied, that was all they could do.

"Is the method prepared by Guizong for the gambling fight really feasible? Don't make it self-defeating. You know, there are magic cultivators in Tiannan. Don't let the other party see through it at a glance." The big man in brocade robes who had been silent suddenly said calmly. One sentence.

"Demon cultivators? That's the case for them! They just know some superficial cultivation techniques. Or they are smart enough to use the demonic techniques and change them beyond recognition. How do you know how powerful the real ancient magical techniques are." The man in black robe sneered, He said dismissively.

"Really! But an elder who returned to the sect seemed to have been killed instantly by a Tiannan monk of the same rank. I think the master of the house should not underestimate him." The short man surnamed Bi curled his lips with a hint of sarcasm. said.

The man in black robe had a cold look in his eyes, snorted coldly, but didn't say anything in reply.

But the woman in black robe took this opportunity to speak.

"I was actually about to say this. The monk who can cast golden arcs is of some use to our Yinluo Sect. We hope that the three masters will hand him over to us. I don't know what the masters want. "

"Leave it to you!" The skinny old man heard the words and began to ponder.

"Why, this is such a small condition. Aren't the three of you willing to agree?" The woman in black robe seemed a little dissatisfied, but her voice became increasingly rough and unpleasant.

"If it is just a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, there is no problem in handing it over to two fellow Taoists. But if the Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapon is involved, it will be different." The old man stared at the black-robed woman with a look on his face. A weird smile emerged from his wrinkles, and he said unhurriedly.

"I wish you, fellow Taoist, have guessed it." The black-robed woman's heart sank slightly, and she was a little surprised.

"Although our Mulan Grassland is a bit poor, I still know a little bit about the three major sacred trees in the world of immortality. Although not many people know about the evil-preventing divine thunder, it can't be hidden from me and others." The old man said slowly.

"Since you know about the evil-proof divine thunder, you know that our Demon Sect will never let this thing fall into the hands of others. If you have any conditions, just tell us." The man in black robe saw the other party's intention and asked directly and coldly .

"It's very simple. I pretty much say that in addition to bringing a dozen giant beasts this time, Guizong also brought a lot of copper-armored corpses. I hope that when the battle comes to a head tomorrow, Brother Fang can release these corpse soldiers. , to help our clan. After all, no matter how well prepared we are, we still don’t know how the monks will respond to the enemy. Naturally, we have to be more careful." The wrinkles on the old man's cheeks trembled slightly, and he said with a half-smile.

"Oh! I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Zhu knows a lot about the secrets of our sect. Although the bronze armored corpse soldiers are easier to refine, if too many are lost at one time, it will be detrimental to the future development of our sect. If this is the case, then The Tiannan monk who uses the evil-proof divine thunder must be captured alive by you and brought to our sect." After thinking about it for a while, the man in black robe did not refuse outright, but stated his conditions.