Mortal's journey to immortality

There are so many people!

Wang Lu, who had just left Baixian Inn, couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the dense crowd and flow of people.

Having more people is not a bad thing. It is precisely because of a considerable amount of foundation that thousands of unique super characters can be born, who can lead the group and shine among the stars.

The importance of sentient beings is self-evident.

This also illustrates from the side the vast land and vast resources of Zhongzhou’s world of immortality.

Leave Baixian Inn and merge into the sea of ​​people.

Still dressed as a Taoist priest, he walked into Yinluan Pavilion for more than an hour.

Ah.

It seemed that someone had already greeted and given orders to everyone in the building. Seeing his arrival, a sharp-eyed silver-clad disciple in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment immediately came up to him and took him straight to the third floor.

It seemed that just as he expected, Qin Hui was already at a loss for words and wanted to spread the word to the whole world.

In an unmanned room, the disciple in silver was so excited that he bowed and left.

As soon as he entered and before he sat down, Wang Lu's heart moved. A figure that he had been looking forward to for a long time flashed in from the door.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The visitor gave him a bear hug directly.

Mao Ju came back to life again.

The six-man group of the Half Immortal Society is no longer incomplete and intact.

Less than two hundred years later, Mao Ju not only recovered as before, but his mana, which had never been able to increase, was also increased.

This was something he didn't expect.

It was a rare joy for the two of them. Mao Ju said with red eyes: "Brother Lu, thank you very much!"

Wang Lu was not a sensitive and sentimental person, but Mao Ju's heartfelt gratitude caught him off guard and made him speechless.

He patted Mao Ju on the shoulder with emotion, calmed down his joyful mood a little, and said, "Brother Ju, it's good that you are back. There is nothing else to ask for."

Between brothers, an action or a look can tell everything, not a thousand words.

The two sat down separately, and Mao Ju sighed: "It was a helpless move to go to Duckweed Prairie. I gained a lot, but in the end I still stepped into the trap of the Four Saint Sons. I was destined to die, how could I expect to be saved by you against the will of heaven? Come back, it seems that even God doesn't want me to go back here. Brother Lu, the reason why I secretly gave you "Hundred Earth Kung" is because I have no choice but to do it because I am at the end of my rope. If even you are helpless, I I had to accept my fate.”

Listening to Mao Ju's painful words, he struggled very much. He didn't dare to think about success or failure.

Alas, he still took out two jade slips, one was the authentic copy of "Hundred Earth Kung Fu", and the other was the follow-up technique for the early stage of spiritual transformation that he had painstakingly deduced.

Wang Lu handed it over solemnly, and said with concern: "Brother Ju's family and life are at stake. As brothers, we must win it once. To be honest, I have no confidence in the deduced technique. You must be aware of it." Get ready. I don’t want to see you, who is doing well now, become a useless person or even go straight to hell in a few decades. Brother Ju, you have to think twice before you act.”

When Mao Ju heard Wang Lu's repeated consideration for him and Yu Xin's unbearable support, he said calmly: "Life and death are fateful. My orphan, who should have died early, had to meet his master and be reborn from the ashes. Now I have Wang Lu again." Brother, if you try your best, I’m not even afraid of death, so what else is there to be afraid of?”

Wang Lu nodded silently and said with a smile: "Don't say it so tragically. Believe in fate, believe in yourself, and believe that man can conquer nature. Brother Ju, I am waiting for your good news. If you are really gone, I will withdraw from the Half Immortal Society."

"Hehe, if that's the case, go to hell with the Half-Immortal Association. Damn that old god. If you meet him, if he can't say one, two, three, even if you can't beat him, I will ask for one for you. Justice is back!"

"Hahahaha, I have such a good friend, what more can I ask for. Brother Wang, just say goodbye and wait for my good news."

With a heavy embrace, Mao Ju left without looking back.

Looking at Mao Ju's missing figure, Wang Lu understood that the last one hundred and fifty years would be the most difficult, painful and unforgettable journey of cultivating immortality in his life.

Mao Ju didn't say where he was going, nor did he ask. I believe he had already thought of the way forward.

Moreover, Wang Lu firmly believed that with his own "follow-up technique" and a general direction, Mao Ju would be able to find another way to find a way to become a god that suits him.

Mao Ju left, completely different from what he expected.

The two of them didn't get along much, but they treated each other sincerely. For some reason, he suddenly felt lost.

Wang Lu just sat alone, thinking a lot.

Three days passed by in a flash, and the door opened silently.

A gust of fragrant wind hit him, and the visitor sat directly opposite him.

With a wave of her jade hand, a pot of fine wine and two wine glasses floated over, and her crystal-white snow-white hands filled him with a full glass.

Looking at the dazzling and tall Qin Hui, Wang Lu smiled and did not pick up the wine glass, but just shook his head.

It was not the right time to drink at this moment, and I didn't want to drink with her.

The wine is good and the people are good, but trading and friendship cannot be confused.

Of course, he couldn't offend Qin Hui openly. With a sweep of his hand, he put away the wine and cup, and said with a smile: "It's too early to celebrate now. It won't be too late to drink when we win."

The ice-smart Qin Hui gave him a stern look, and her astonishing charm almost made him swoon.

She said softly: "It's good of you to put your good brother in my Yinluan Pavilion and deliver delicious food and drinks every day. I don't know what he is doing. He only selects long-extinct treasures for us to give him from time to time." Send it over. If it weren't for your sake, I would have told him to get out. Hehe, but there is one thing to say, this guy is terrifyingly strong. Even if I want to take him down as a god now, I will have to pay a lot of effort. cost."

He knew Qin Hui's efforts, and only Yinluanxuan could meet Mao Ju's preparations for "breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly" in time.

So he solemnly clasped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Lord Xiang, for taking care of me. No matter how difficult it is to come down, I will do my best."

"it is good!"

Hearing this, Qin Hui couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

She paid so much for Wang Lu, it can be said that half of her net worth was spent on him and Mao Ju.

I finally waited for his promise.

Just thinking about the other nine people in Xuanzhong competing for the throne with her really gave her a headache.

Goodbye Wang Lu gave her a big surprise.

I originally thought that the opponent was in the middle stage of the early stage of divine transformation, but I never thought that in just over two hundred years, he not only achieved divine transformation, but also incredibly reached the middle stage of divine transformation.

Now he looks like an ordinary person.

But if you feel carefully, his ordinaryness is anything but ordinary, and his ordinaryness is very extraordinary.

Because he has faintly touched the profound state of returning to nature.

As light as the breeze, light and fluttering, yet extremely heavy.

What kind of monster are you that can condense your magic power to the point where you can prioritize whatever you want?

When Wang Lu saw Qin Hui looking at him intently, his old face blushed subconsciously and he could only pretend to cough.

Unexpectedly, Qin Hui did not let him go. She held her chin, which was crystal clear with ice and snow bones, with both hands. With stars flashing in her eyes, she asked curiously: "The Jinluan Order Underground Trade Fair one hundred and thirty-two years ago. I heard that heroes gathered together, and valuable treasures emerged one after another. However, unexpectedly, the limelight was all snatched away by a male cultivator in the early stage of divine transformation wearing a monkey head mask. I remember you once mentioned that in the Tianyun Secret Realm in Northern Xinjiang, the one you wore It’s a monkey mask, that person can’t be you, right?”

Faced with the sudden questioning, Wang Lu's confused and innocent expression made Qin Hui curse in her heart: Huh, pretend, just pretend, shameless old fox!