A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

After being scolded just now, the annoyance in Han Li's heart since the death of God Lord Dayan seemed to be relieved a little.

Next, he wanted to cast a spell to collect the thunder, and naturally he didn't want other monks to be present to get in the way.

After taking a long breath, he patted the storage bag, and several Dharma flags of different colors appeared in his hand. With a wave of one hand, these Dharma flags flew around, disappeared in a flash, and then burrowed into the ground. There was no trace of it.

Han Li raised his head and looked at the lightning that kept flashing in the sky. The corner of his mouth twitched. Immediately, a flash of light flashed around his body, and his body floated out of thin air, rising to a height of more than thirty feet above the ground.

Both hands made a strange hand seal, and waves of low-pitched spells came from Han Li's mouth.

Suddenly, various colors of light flashed below.

After several muffled sounds of "Puff" and "Puff", several beams of light shot up from the ground into the sky, turning into several huge flags as thick as bowls, standing motionless on the ground.

Han Li's spell did not linger for even a moment. The lowered flag released a trace of spiritual energy amidst the sound of the spell, and a spirit-gathering array with a diameter of more than ten feet gradually took shape.

In the light, various runes were rolling in the magic circle, and the entire magic circle was being stimulated.

And at the moment when the magic circle appeared, the thunder and lightning in the nearby high altitude that seemed to be far away suddenly seemed to be pulled by something, and the sound became faster and faster, and the lightning gradually approached Han Li's position.

Han Li narrowed his eyes and paused for a moment while speaking the spell. He flipped his palm and another long-necked jade bottle several inches high appeared in his hand.

This bottle is a magical weapon he specially refined in order to collect the sky thunder.

With a slight toss, the vial was lifted into the air, and a green spell was shot out, hitting the vial.

After the jade bottle was turned over several times, the stable mouth of the bottle was facing upwards, motionless.

At this time, Han Li rubbed his hands and raised them upward at the same time. Two thick golden arcs shot out and hit the bottom of the jade bottle at the same time.

After a thunder, a strange scene appeared.

The jade bottle trembled slightly, and the two golden arcs disappeared into the bottle. Then Han Li shouted low and pointed in the air.

With a "Pfft" sound, a golden arc shot out from the mouth of the bottle, turning into an electric spear several feet long that flashed on the jade bottle, pointing directly at the dark sky.

And at this moment, a silver arc suddenly flashed down from the air and hit the golden spear.

The golden spear trembled slightly, and the silver arc suddenly went straight down, and disappeared into the bottle in the blink of an eye.

In this way, one arc after another was attracted by the magic circle, and then was easily collected into the jade bottle by the evil-dispelling divine thunder.

An hour later, after the jade bottle received another thick arc, a rumbling sound like a tsunami began to be heard.

When Han Li heard this, he couldn't help showing joy on his face, and raised his hand to grab the void in the air.

The golden electric spear fell off on its own, and the jade bottle flew down from the air and was taken into his hand.

Han Li quickly swung his sleeves into the sky, and another bottle of similar style was also sacrificed into the air. The golden spear was inserted again, and he continued to collect thunder from the sky and put it into the bottle.

Only then did he have time to take a closer look at the bottle in his hand.

I saw this thing trembling incessantly with a low sound, and there was a dazzling silver light flashing in the mouth of the bottle, as if it might be shot out from inside at any time.

With a "pop" sound, a golden talisman was attached to it. The sound in the bottle suddenly stopped, and the silver light dimmed instantly.

Han Li capped the bottle and carefully put it into the storage bag.

Then he continued to look up at everything in the sky.

Half a day later, four bottles of thunder were collected in a row. The thunderstorm in the sky still did not subside. Instead, it was covered with yellow mist everywhere, and it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Han Li thought to himself that he could stop after collecting the bottle in the air. These thunder and lightning are enough to transform thunder fire into refining spiritual materials.

At this moment, his expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the horizon to one side.

I saw light flashing in the gloomy distant sky, and a white rainbow suddenly appeared and flew over.

His eyes flickered twice and his expression became serious.

The spirit-gathering array below was radiating with rays of light. Han Li was floating in mid-air with green light all over his body, while silver arcs of lightning flashed wildly above his head, converging in one place one after another.

Such a scene is very eye-catching.

Master Bai Hong naturally saw the whole scene in his eyes. After a few flashes of light, he flew straight towards Han Li. A moment later, more than thirty feet away from Han Li, the light dimmed and a woman in palace attire appeared.

This woman is petite in stature, has a delicate appearance, and has a pair of clear and soft eyes, as if she is in her prime. But what is amazing is that the palace clothes on this girl are made of unknown rare materials. Not only are they shiny and dazzling, but there are also several strands of milky white cold air floating around her, making this girl look like a fairy in the clouds. Without the slightest hint of fireworks.

Han Li glanced at his consciousness and was slightly shocked. This opponent turned out to be a mid-stage Nascent Soul monk who was just like him.

After the woman in palace clothes turned her eyes to Han Li, she smiled sweetly:

"I am Bai Yaoyi from Beiming Island. Is it also the case that fellow Taoist Daoist Daoist Fuxing was invited to go to Fufu?"

This woman's voice is sweet, soft, and very beautiful.

"Beiming Island, could Fellow Daoist Bai be a monk from Beiye Xiaoji Palace?" Han Li was surprised and asked in surprise.

"The little girl is the foreign affairs elder of Xiaoji Palace. This palace is located in a remote place. I didn't expect that fellow Taoists also knew about our sect. Dare you ask me your surname?" The woman in palace clothes gave a slight smile.

"My surname is Han, and I am just a loose cultivator from abroad. I am indeed here on an invitation from a wealthy Taoist friend. The name of Xiaoji Palace has long been known to Han." Han Li's expression returned to calmness.

"Overseas monks! Does Fellow Daoist Han know the Three Overseas Immortals? Is he related to these three fellow Daoists?" Bai Yaoyi asked with a slight smile as her eyes wandered.

"I don't know. I rarely interact with other monks. I have always practiced quietly on the island." Han Li replied without hesitation.

"So that's the case, I'm taking the liberty. Fellow Taoist is collecting the thunder, do you need Yao Yi's help?"

"Thank you for your kindness, fellow Taoist. I have collected almost all of it. This is the last bottle."

"In this case, I will meditate on the top of the mountain for a while."

When Bai Yaoyi heard what Han Li said, she didn't force herself. She immediately escaped and circled, then went straight to the top of the mountain and dropped another boulder.

As soon as she appeared and landed on the ground, she raised her hand and released an umbrella-shaped spiritual weapon that flew into the air.

After the object rotated slightly in the sky, it immediately emitted a large white light, blocking all the wind and rain within a radius of dozens of feet. The woman then calmly sat down cross-legged.

A cold light flashed on his hand, and something the size of a palm appeared in his hand.

Han Li saw this object clearly with just one glance. This is actually a white jade that is as crystal clear as snow, with a cold light shining on it, and it is crystal clear, which is very different from ordinary beautiful jade.

"Ice Jade"

His mind changed and he immediately recognized this rare material. That bottle of cold marrow obtained by chance was produced from ten thousand years of ice jade.

At this time, the woman in palace clothes had placed the ice jade flat on her hands, closed her beautiful eyes and fell into concentration.

It seems that this woman's technique is not purely ice-based, but also a yin-cold type of technique. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use this jade cold power to practice his skills. This is somewhat similar to Han Li taking Xue Po Wan. It's just that no matter how good the quality of this ice jade is, it can never compare with the astonishing effectiveness of Xue Po Wan.

Han Li remained calm on the surface, but he was subconsciously wary of this woman.

I think Beiye Xiaoji Palace would rather fight with high-level monsters every few generations than hand over the cold marrow, which shows that this palace attaches great importance to this thing. If this woman knew that she was the treasure of the palace, it goes without saying that it would definitely cause a huge trouble.

With this thought in his mind, Han Li withdrew his gaze and stared at the vial in the air with an expressionless expression.

Soon after, the fifth vial was filled with thunder. Han Li immediately collected the magic weapon, slowly flew down from the air, and landed in the middle of the spirit gathering array.

Then several magic spells were fired and hit the nearby magic flag. Suddenly the magic circle's restrictions changed, and a green light curtain was raised to protect him.

Han Li also sat down in the magic circle, and closed his eyes to rest while facing the woman in palace attire from a distance. In front of this woman, he would not refine any spiritual materials.

As a result, the mountain top became quiet except for the sound of thunder, wind and rain.

The heavy rain lasted for a full day and night before gradually disappearing. When the scorching sun appeared in the sky again, the air immediately became hot and hot, and the miasma slowly rose from the ground again, covering the entire mountain range again.

All kinds of insects and ants that originally retreated to their nests also emerged from the ground again.

Han Li calmly released his consciousness slowly and sensed everything within a radius of dozens of miles. Wherever the spiritual thoughts go, whether insects and ants are fighting against each other, or flowers and fruits fall to the ground, they are truly reflected in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

He was like an old monk in meditation, motionless.

Occasionally, low-level monks came to the mountain by mistake. As soon as they saw the astonishing cultivation of Han Li and Bai Yaoyi, without the two of them saying anything, these monks' expressions changed drastically and they all ran away without daring to stay for a moment.

So Han Li and the woman in palace attire sat together for three days and three nights.

On the morning of the fourth day, another high-level monk finally arrived at the main peak.

This time, a big man like an iron tower came, with an ugly appearance and a shiny black body.

This person didn't know what kind of technique he was practicing. When he came, he stepped on a giant blue turtle and was blown by a gust of evil wind.

When the big man saw Han Li and Bai Yaoyi, he immediately laughed and found another place to sit on the top of the mountain without saying anything. However, he didn't mean to close his eyes and meditate. Instead, he took out a golden book from his arms and started reading it while shaking his head.

Such a nerdy-like behavior is actually very different from the physical appearance of a big man, and seems a bit funny. Han Li and Bai Yaoyi seemed to turn a blind eye and just sat there quietly.

But in fact, Han Li frowned in his heart.

This big man is also in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. It seems that the purpose of the old man surnamed Fu in inviting them here is really extraordinary. Even the early stage monks are not qualified to participate.