Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Seeing that the exit was about to close, Lu Kaiyang stopped and led Shi Songlin and other Five Elements Immortal Sect cultivators towards the exit.

When approaching the exit, Lu Kaiyang and Shi Songlin turned and bowed to Wang Fu from a distance, whispered "take care", and then walked into the slowly shrinking vortex channel.

Wang Fu watched from afar and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The demon cultivators also retreated one after another under the order of Tong Hou, and finally only eight cultivators supporting the formation and Tong Hou's four people were left.

Wang Fu came to a place a hundred feet away and watched quietly, but never took another step.

Tong Hou sneered at this and said sarcastically:

"What? You still want to try?"

"If I were you, I would stay in this ruins. Although the final outcome is death, at least I can die of old age, right?"

"If you try now, the four of us will attack at the same time. Before the ruins are completely closed, we are sure to kill you on the spot."

Wang Fu remained silent. He knew that if he really forced his way in, he would definitely not be able to get through. He would most likely be killed on the spot as Tong Hou said. Even if he launched an attack at the last moment when the exit was closed, Tong Hou would definitely leave the old man of Wanfamen or Lin Yue behind to cover the retreat. After all, these two were just their puppets and slaves.

During the last period of time when the ruins were closed, Tong Hou obviously did not want to cause trouble. He just wanted to completely trap Wang Fu in the ruins.

Not to mention dragging Tong Hou down with him.

When there were only three feet left at the exit of the ruins, the eight demon cultivators who maintained the formation left, and Tong Hou also stepped into the exit, followed by Gai Lao, Lin Yue, and Shen Hu.

The ruins were completely closed.

Wang Fu was finally trapped in the ruins.

The breeze blew, and the bloody smell left by the blood-light formation drifted away with the wind. Wang Fu drove the divine wind boat to the place where the exit of the ruins disappeared. After waiting for a long time, there was no miracle that the exit reappeared, and he couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.

He looked at this world of ruins and had to accept this fact.

"Cry..."

A cry came from not far away, and a two-headed eagle monster with a wingspan of nearly three feet stared at Wang Fu. Two pairs of huge eyes were shining with bloodthirsty greed. Then it swooped down suddenly, setting off a whistling wind, and its black sharp claws were shining with a strange black light.

Wang Fu raised his head slightly, his expression indifferent.

The two-headed eagle monster looked at Wang Fu's eyes flashing with red-gold lightning, but suddenly changed its mind. A sense of death swept through the eagle's body, and it immediately turned around and fled from this dangerous human.

However, a sword flashed with thunder, and the monster blood splashed into the sky.

"Cry..."

The miserable cry of the two-headed eagle resounded through the sky, and then it fell towards the forest below, with no life.

Perhaps attracted by the cry of the two-headed eagle, or perhaps because the ruins were closed, the monsters in the ruins became more and more violent. However, within a few breaths, a large group of black monsters appeared in the sky, and even the earth shook. All kinds of monsters in the form of jackals, tigers and leopards gathered.

Surrounded Wang Fu.

Wang Fu saw that these monsters were about to tear him apart, his face was cold, and he shouted angrily:

"Since you are looking for death, then Wang will fulfill your wish."

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared behind him, fluttering in the wind, and the pale Soul Devouring Ghost Fire swayed, turning into clusters of flames, and in an instant it drilled into the heads of the flying monsters that swarmed over.

The monster souls were devoured.

Falling down.

The Soul Devouring Ghost Fire grew stronger.

Wang Fu did not waste it, and the small tripod flew out, devouring the blood and qi of hundreds of monsters that had lost their lives.

Next came the monsters that were shouting in the mountains and forests. Wang Fu did the same, leaving behind hundreds of monster corpses. The remaining monsters only realized it belatedly and wailed and retreated far away.

The Soul Devouring Ghost Fire devoured souls and grew. The demon souls of thousands of second-level monsters turned into nutrients, allowing it to grow directly to three feet in size.

In addition, the bronze tripod swallowed so much blood essence, and also changed. The bronze lines on the tripod became clearer, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere, and a soul-stirring power overflowed.

Leaving behind the corpses of monsters on the ground, Wang Fu drove the divine wind boat and disappeared.

Although trapped in this small world, Wang Fu would not give up practicing.

Now he is the only one left in the whole small world. No one competes with him for resources, and there is no need to worry about being attacked by anyone. It is just right to search for spiritual medicine and treasures. The only thing to pay attention to is the monster, but with his current strength, he is not afraid of any monster, even the blood-eyed white tiger in Fengxi Valley.

Unless the three major dangers of Fengxi Valley, the black eagle in the sky, the tiger on the top of the mountain, and the green snake demon vine are dispatched at the same time, but Wang Fu does not plan to enter Fengxi Valley now. He just wants to find a place to open up a cave and practice the [Golden Thunder Yuan Sword Art] to perfection first.

By then, this small world of ruins can be walked sideways.

With the help of the spirit-seeking beast, Wang Fu found a mountain with rich spiritual energy. After hollowing it out and arranging it, it became an excellent cave.

Wang Fu began to use the thunder power contained in the thunder spirit liquid to condense the golden thunder sword light.

In the small world, there is no distinction between day and night, but there are four seasons.

In the blink of an eye, several years have passed.

Wang Fu came out of retreat, and dozens of red-gold sword lights flashing with thunder rose into the sky. Looking closely, there were sixty-nine.

As for why there were not eighty-one, it was because the thunder spirit liquid was exhausted and there was no power to do it. Wang Fu did not expect that the more he condensed the sword light, the greater the thunder power required, which was also the reason why he had to come out of retreat.

Looking at the sixty-nine solid, red-gold sword lights flashing with thunder floating beside him, Wang Fu was quite sad. If he had so many golden thunder sword lights to protect himself when the exit of the ruins appeared a few years ago, why would he be trapped here.

He looked at the Wind and Thunder Palace above the sky, which no longer existed, and his mind returned to the Wind and Thunder Palace. He murmured to the inheritance stone tablet of Lady Lei:

"Since it is left, it is safe, but the Thunder Spirit Liquid is consumed. Next, we can only find new thunder power to condense the remaining twelve sword lights."

"It's a pity that the calculation was wrong at the beginning, and the remaining Thunder Spirit Liquid was swallowed by the two little guys, otherwise we don't have to consider the thunder power now."

Perhaps because of the movement here, a huge black eagle spread its wings in the distance. Wang Fu looked at it and couldn't help showing a look of surprise.

On the black eagle's head, a touch of bright red color was particularly eye-catching. It was the little red bird. In addition, there was also a timid soul-seeking beast beside the little red bird.

During the retreat, Wang Fu ignored the two little guys and only gave them two talismans. However, he did not expect that the two little guys were not dangerous at all, but drove a second-level top-level flying monster.

Lived freely and comfortably.

Wang Fu just thought about it and understood that the little red bird had noble blood. Once the blood was stimulated, these second-level monsters would immediately surrender.

"Chijiji..." The huge black eagle hovered a few feet away from Wang Fu, and the little red bird happily showed off to Wang Fu.

Wang Fu smiled slightly, jumped lightly, and came to the back of the black eagle, and then said to the little red bird:

"Xiaohong, go to Thunder Mountain."

If you want to say where the thunder power is the most abundant in the Wind and Thunder Ruins, it is only Thunder Mountain.

Just in time, the thunder pattern flower was picked.

"Chijiji..."

The little red bird responded, stretched out its small wings and pointed forward. The black eagle made a "cry" sound, and immediately flapped its wings and went in the direction of Thunder Mountain.