The Mortal Immortal

Shu Han looked at Song Jinglun's route and made silent calculations in his mind.

Heading southeast, flying at this speed for half a day, you should pass by the jurisdiction of the White Feather Sect on the way.

Thinking of the White Feather Sect can't help but bring back memories of Shu Han's past.

When he first entered Dayun, when he saw a sect like the White Feather Sect, he thought it was a giant. The late-stage foundation-building elders who guarded the spiritual mines immediately regarded them as peerless powerhouses and were astonished in front of him.

But from the present point of view, the White Feather Sect is just an ordinary sect. The elder himself can kill him with a slap, and their sect master is just a low-level early-stage pill-forming monk.

Shu Han thought to himself that when he reaches the realm of fake elixir and refines the Chaos Immortal Sword, the leader of the White Feather Sect may not be his opponent.

The White Feather Sect is now just an ordinary sect in a small area, but the sky-shaped large and small spiritual mines under their jurisdiction can house a peerless power!

Shu Han felt a headache when he thought of the Master Long Xuan who lived in the spirit mine. That guy was a peerless strongman who could rival Yuanying at the peak of the late stage of pill formation. In terms of qualifications and talents, he was even better than Song Jinglun. One chip.

I don't know if I can repair the big transfer talisman before the red sun sets in the sky. Otherwise, even if the elixir is formed, I really don't dare to go to him to ask for the second half of the technique.

Watching the scenery outside the mirror, time flies by.

Gradually, a touch of fish belly white rose in the east, and it was already dawn.

The dawn light shines on the vast land, and the earth begins to slowly shed its night makeup.

As the sun gradually rose, the sky and the earth in the Far East were bright. However, a dark curtain suddenly appeared on this bright land. The black curtain moved from southeast to northwest. As the group of people approached, the black curtain became wider and wider, and Song Jinglun's escape speed became slower and slower.

Gradually, they came to the edge of the black curtain, and then they clearly saw that the black curtain on this earth was the legendary Tianluo Abyss.

Standing on one side of the Tianluo Abyss and looking to the other side, all the way to the end of the horizon was a bottomless darkness.

The blue sky and the darkness bordered the edge of the sky, as if the entire sky was falling into the abyss. The shocking feeling made Shu Han stop and watch for a long time.

No wonder it’s called Heaven Falling into the Abyss, that’s why!

Song Jinglun slowly moved to the center of the Tianluo Abyss. At this time, there were pitch-black abyss on both sides of their field of vision. Suddenly, everyone in the big sun glass mirror felt a strange aura immediately enveloped their bodies, and all their magic power They all seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

This feeling made Shu Han feel very uneasy.

He could clearly feel the magic power in his meridians and dantian, but the magic power was solidified, unable to flow or be used, as if he had completely lost contact.

Shu Han looked down through the image of the big sun glass mirror, and the view below was pitch black.

This visual experience was like a suction force, making him feel like he was constantly falling.

Song Changyi said: "It's normal for Brother Yu to feel a little uncomfortable when he comes here for the first time. The sky above the Tianluo Abyss is filled with the breath of weak water. Monks below the pill formation stage will have their cultivation level greatly reduced as long as they are exposed to a trace of breath. Above this abyss, all cultivation will be lost. Even my father’s cultivation will be greatly reduced.”

"But as long as we wait a moment, after my father gets a pot of weak water, we will evacuate from the Tianluo Abyss. By then, our cultivation will be restored immediately."

Shu Han nodded and looked at the world outside the mirror quietly.

Song Jinglun took out a red gourd from his storage bag, with long red vines tied to it.

He stood in the sky above the Tianluo Abyss, and threw the gourd into the center of the Tianluo Abyss. The gourd was attached to a long red vine, and emitted a red light that broke through the thick weak water vapor. He got into the Tianluo Abyss and disappeared in an instant. .

Shu Han saw Song Jinglun holding the vine, and his magic power continued to flow through the vine into the gourd below.

According to Song Changyi, the lower the sky and the abyss, the thicker the weak water vapor becomes. As long as the drop is as short as a hundred feet, the foundation-building monks will lose contact with their magic weapon.

It is said that this weak water abyss is three thousand feet long. If it exceeds one thousand feet, even Song Jinglun's natal magic weapon will lose contact.

Only by relying on red vines to maintain contact with the treasure gourd that dived three thousand feet, can the weak water be fished out.

Shu Han was restless in this abyss, always looking at the bottom of the abyss, hoping to see the shadow of the treasure gourd as soon as possible.

While Shu Han was concentrating on staring at the bottom of the abyss, Song Changyi said: "It seems that the weather is about to change. It's strange. It's obviously morning, but why are there thunderstorms."

thunderstorm?

Shu Han's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked around. At this time, a group of dark clouds gradually gathered in the western sky. From a distance, there was a thunderstorm brewing in the dark clouds.

How come thunderstorm clouds suddenly appear when the sky is clear and the clouds are clear?

Could it be!

Shu Han suddenly looked at Han Su, who was holding a charming body. Han Su was sitting quietly in the mirror world, stroking the cheek of the charming body in his arms. After feeling Shu Han's gaze, he raised his head and looked back, smiling politely.

Seeing Han Su's relaxed and indifferent smile, Shu Han broke into a cold sweat.

He already knew that Han Su was an undercover agent of the Qinglei Sect, but in view of the subtle alliance between the Qinglei Sect and Huo Yunsha, he always thought that Han Su was just a secret monitor, and had nothing to do with the Qinglei Sect's pill-forming elder. They cooperated openly and secretly to monitor Huo Yunjia in all directions.

But Shu Han felt that as long as the alliance between Huo Yunjia and Qinglei Sect was not broken, he should not make any move.

And Han Su had been under the surveillance of Song Jinglun's mark, and had no chance to tip off Qinglei Sect, so Shu Han had never paid attention to him.

If it wasn't him, what was going on with this thundercloud?

This matter was top secret. Except for the people on the scene and Elder Tianhuo, no one knew that they would appear in the Tianluo Abyss at this time and place!

Could it be that Qinglei Sect had been looking for an opportunity to plot against Song Jinglun?

Before Shu Han could finish thinking, suddenly, a dazzling blue-blue light penetrated from the world outside the mirror.

In an instant, the scene outside the mirror condensed by Song Changyi through the formation was shattered, and the dazzling blue-white light made it difficult for everyone in the mirror world to open their eyes.

Shu Han immediately lit up his clear and bright eyes, and saw the surrounding scene in a blue-white light.

He found that Song Jinglun directly sacrificed the Great Sun Glazed Mirror, and the mirror was only facing the approaching thundercloud. A thunder as thick as a river was stimulated from the thundercloud and rushed straight to the Great Sun Glazed Mirror.

Hiss!

Shu Han was so scared that his scalp was numb.

The power of this thunderbolt was beyond his imagination.

When the thunderbolt, as thick as a river, flew over the sky above the Skyfall Abyss, its power began to decrease suddenly, but it was still as terrifying as destroying the world.

Shu Han stood in the mirror world and looked outside the mirror. He felt that in the next moment, he would be reduced to ashes in the thunderbolt. Even if he sacrificed the Sky Feather White Phoenix Armor, it would be useless.