MTL - Record of Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Immortal World-Chapter 42 Lost

In the Dongfu alchemy room.

Han Li opened the palm bottle cap and placed it on the open space beside the Dan furnace. Then he stepped back a few steps and raised a hand to break the flames.

After a long while, after taking a deep breath, he extended a white finger and slammed it in the direction of the Dan furnace.

"Calling", a red-brown flame immediately flew out from the bottom of the furnace, and after a round of sloshing in the air, it turned into a small snake-like slender fire line, and then under the control of it, all shot into the side. Among the dark green vials.

I saw a red flash in the vial, and then the jasper-like bottle wall was reflected very transparent, and a piece of leaf-like pattern showed a little red color and flashed like a life.

Han Li’s eyes twitched a little, standing in the same place for a long while without moving.

After a while, the red light in the bottle suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

The dark green vial recovered again as usual, as if nothing had happened.

But Han Li’s eyes were condensed, and he stared at the vial as if he was waiting for something.

After a little bit of time, about a quarter of an hour later, he once again raised his hand and pulled out a group of slightly larger fires from the Dan furnace to make it into the vial.

As before, after the red light flashed in the bottle, it was quiet again.

Just this time, the flashing time seems to be a little longer than before.

Han Li saw this, but his face showed a hint of indulging.

In the following period, he did the same, constantly introducing the fire into the vial, and the interval was getting shorter and shorter.

As expected, the small bottle of red light flashes longer and longer.

I don't know how long it took, when Han Li once again introduced a group of fires into the vial to make it flash red, this time it lasted for a quarter of an hour, and there was no intention to stop.

Han Li’s eyes are slightly brighter.

At this time, as a clear squeaking sound rang from the bottle, the bottle began to glow with silver and all the red light was swallowed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, with a bang, a group of glaring silver shot from the mouth of the bottle and rushed to the top of the chamber.

"嘭" is a muffled sound.

The silver light hit the top of the room and fell down a few minutes. The silver light radiating from it suddenly filled the entire alchemy room and it was full of radiance.

Han Li looked up at the silver light above, the pupil blue-blue man flashed, his face showed a trace of surprise and joy, but then, it was a brow.

After the silver light rotated a few laps in midair, it immediately shrank and deformed into a small silver flamingo. The wings spread and straight down toward him.

Han Li’s palm was lifted, and the silver flamingo was dexterously stopped at half a foot from his palm. Then he spread his wings and hovered around his index finger, and his mouth continued to sing and sing. It seems to be very happy.

This flamingo is not a thing, it is the flaming firebird that was born after a fierce fire!

At first, when he was in the human world, he cultivated the Violet fire with the cold squirt of the dry blue ice flame and the six-wing frost, and then integrated the violet fire into the Taiyin real fire. Later, after the spiritual world, And through the Taiyin real fire to swallow a lot of other flames, and finally formed this smoldering fire.

This fire is not only born to devour all kinds of flames, but also has a significant effect on the fire attribute of the beast, but he is one of the important arm of the spirit of the past.

After Han Li sighed, he put away his rolling thoughts, his arms lifted slightly, and the flamingo's rather well-behaved wings fell on his palm.

I don't know why. Since he woke up, he has been unable to sense the fire. He thought that he had lost it for some reason, but he did not expect that it had not lost it. Instead, he had been sleeping in his palm bottle.

Just in the secret room, he was also suddenly seen in the gods with this kind of fire. If this was the case, I immediately rushed to the alchemy room and tried to wake up the firebird with the fire. I didn’t expect it. It really made it a success.

He looked at the silver flamingo that kept jumping in his palm, his face reflected in the silvery light, but it looked a little cloudy.

This bird is still less than three inches high, and the firepower of the whole body is somewhat depleted, which is ten times worse than the original power.

This made his heart always suppress the anger of nowhere to dispel, and added a few points.

Needless to say, this bird looks like this now, and it can't be separated from its lost memory.

Han Li secretly vowed that no matter who let him fall to this point, he would come back a lot.

After a while, he converges and his face gradually calms down. At the sleeve of the Qingxia, the silver flamingo is in the body and disappears.

I am afraid that this bird must be cultivated in the body to recover a few points.

After Momo was a fragrant incense, Han Li left Dongfu again and came to a corner in the northwest of Lingtian.

He released the knowledge of the gods and went to the next four sweeps to confirm that there was nothing unusual. After one hand lifted, the wrists waved several times in a row, and a triangular triangle flag flew out in turn, and circled a small circle on the field. region.

Then he whispered a spell in his mouth, and with one hand, the triangular flag on the circle flashed a faint purple light, forming a layer of blurred light curtain between them, wrapping the inner area.

After doing all this, he stepped into the area, and the purple light on the light curtain disappeared, completely hidden into the night and hidden.

At this moment, if there are outsiders passing by the Dongfu, as long as they have not reached the stage of the gods, they will not find the difference here. If they are above the monk, they will be discovered in the first time and respond in a timely manner.

Within the light curtain, Han Li’s palm waved, and more than 20 fine wooden rafts appeared out of nowhere, suspended in front of them.

He lifted it with his hands, and the lids of the clogs were turned over, revealing a burst of scent.

I saw dozens of root white medicines with full roots and fullness. They floated out of the medicine, fell to the ground, and took root.

These shapes are similar to the common ginseng, which is a hundred years of Yunhe grass.

During the day in these days, he ran several trips to the Tongyi Valley, and almost all of the grass circulating in the valley was acquired.

In order not to attract the attention of others, he also deliberately concealed the cultivation and changed his face.

After Han Li glanced at the white grass on the ground, he took out the dark green bottle from his arms again.

He took a deep breath and opened the bottle cap and swayed gently. Then the bottle tilted and fell down against the crane grass underneath.

The green liquid slowly slid down the bottle and sprinkled over the elixir.

Looking at the green liquid slowly infiltrated into the roots of the grass, Han Li's mouth tilted slightly, revealing a smile, then turned and walked out of the light curtain.