Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu remained calm as usual, walking forward step by step at a leisurely pace.

Over half an hour, all kinds of auditory and visual hallucinations disappeared before his eyes like ice and snow melting away.

Outside the formation, a young man in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm curled his lips. The Thousand Illusions Formation in the early stage was just scratching the surface for a Spirit Transformation Realm expert with a strong soul, and the impact it could bring was limited.

But as time goes by, when one steps into the center of the formation, the formation will start from the depths of the cultivator's heart, causing him to produce countless, endless and overwhelming illusions from the inside out, making the cultivator's mind extremely confused and unable to extricate himself, causing him to go insane and die suddenly.

Of course, he believed that the black-robed monk would only be trapped for a moment, and the formation would collapse on its own.

And what he wanted was that moment of opportunity.

Hey, it doesn't take a moment, just three breaths are enough.

When his mind is in chaos, a heavy punch will inevitably cause him to suffer serious injuries. At that time, the initiative will be in his hands, and he will have the final say on whether to advance or retreat.

Even if those in power wanted to find fault with him, they wouldn't know where to start.

This person was too powerful. As soon as he entered the secret clan, he did not care about the secret clan's face and destroyed the "Invisible and Invisible" ancient formation with heavy hands.

The only flaw in this formation is the Lieqian Order of the Tianyuan Sect. Who would have thought that this man could destroy it unprecedentedly by himself.

Fortunately, this place is located in a very special position in Xiyuan, and few people have been here for hundreds or thousands of years.

Otherwise, with the one-month recovery period of this formation, the secret clan would have made it known to the world and everyone would know about it. In this case, how could it deserve the word "secret".

Chou Yi was on high alert, ready to strike, just waiting for the moment when Wang Lu's soul would invade.

After a while, Wang Lu, who was calm and composed, frowned and a hazy light flashed in his eyes.

Qiu Yi was suddenly overjoyed, and the man in black was obviously affected, but he was still waiting. Wang Lu had not yet reached the center of the formation, and only then would it be time for the thundering strike.

He calculated every breath of time accurately. At the same time, he also had a clear understanding of Wang Lu's confusion at the moment.

Soon, soon.

The last twenty breaths, the last ten breaths, the last breath.

kill!

The incredible force separated them, but Song Fengyu was not worried about Wang Lu's safety at all.

He had heard from his father about the road to the holy mountain of the secret tribe.

According to Song Mingtang's guess, the flat land at the bottom of the valley where they were teleported was the Valley of the Holy Mountain, and the eight bluestone mountain roads that meandered up and down from their feet in all directions could lead to the Holy Mountain.

However, there is only one person on each road. If there are two people, they will be forcibly separated.

Now it seems that it is just as my father expected.

But, as luck would have it, my mother was in the Holy Mountain.

The reason why he had to bring Wang Lu with him was so that if he failed, he could still rescue his mother and bring back his father's bones.

Oh, and take his body as well.

In fact, he did not hope that Song Mingtang's guess was true. Although his current strength surpassed his father's, it was not by much.

Dad failed at the third level, and he might follow in his footsteps at the fourth level.

Who doesn't want to live, who doesn't want to be immortal, who doesn't want to ascend to the great road, gain great freedom and great fortune?

However, if we lose our original intention on certain major issues, it will be intolerable to heaven and we will be worse than pigs and dogs.

Song Fengyu faced life and death with a smile on his face, without any fear.

The formations for each challenge to the Holy Mountain are different, but the same thing is that the formations at each level are ridiculously strong and the strength of the gatekeepers is unfathomable.

The first level, illusion array.

Humph, you want to trap me with an illusion array? You underestimate me and are just dreaming.

"Shhhhhhhhhh..."

Countless childhood scenes came rushing back, rushing into his mind like a passing scene.

"drink."

Song Fengyu sneered, pointed his hands at the void, and with a light "puff" sound, a particle of fire lit up on his body.

Immediately, the entire body was burning with flames shooting up into the sky.

He used his body as flame and burned all the strange powers coming from the air.

In an instant, the whole person became clear-headed and lucid.

"Whoosh."

The speed of three thousand feet in a snap of the fingers is like chasing the stars and the moon, it is extremely fast.

"As expected of the son of Song Mingtang and Liu Fangfei, he actually cultivated the Eclipse Flame that specifically restrains the Illusionary Flame. He is indeed quite capable. However, this fire consumes a lot of mana. Even if your speed is so fast that even I am ashamed, it will consume 30% of your mana. Ha, don't underestimate these three levels of mana. Many times, it is often that straw that breaks the camel's back."

"The road to the Holy Mountain is not so easy to travel. Since you have found a way to crack it, for the sake of your mother and your dead father, I will turn a blind eye and let you pass the first leg. Hey, I want to see what you can do to me when you are in power."

There was a strange gleam in Luo Fangzhou's eyes.

He felt aggrieved at the way Liu Fangfei was treated when he first came to power, but due to his low level of cultivation and status, he could only keep his resentment to himself.

Now, he has reached a high position in the secret clan. Although looking at that matter from today's perspective, there is nothing wrong with being in power, he was still too cold and ruthless.

"Come."

Luo Fangzhou pulled his hand, and a blurry, square, colorless formation plate appeared in front of him.

"call."

He took a deep breath and injected a powerful magical power into it.

"Zi..."

In the blink of an eye, 50% of his magic power left his body, and he suddenly felt weak.

He nodded, waved his sleeves, and the formation plate disappeared.

At the same time, Song Fengyu, who was in the formation and saw the fleeting images, felt something in his heart. He felt the changes in the formation, but as for how it changed, he would have to encounter it to know.

Wang Lu's eyes struggled back and forth between dazed and clear, repeating from an instant half an hour ago to three breaths now.

The center of the formation is not only filled with strange visions and illusions, but is also a maze that is difficult to crack and escape.

Wang Lu had been wandering here for half a cup of tea, unconsciously yet clearly aware and out of control.

When the last breath came, Qiu Yi did not attack Wang Lu according to his strong belief. He stopped the reversal of his martial arts.

Because, the moment he made his move, a chill swept through his body.

This chill did not come from the outside world, but was the sudden self-awareness of his minor magical power, "Qingxin Jue", which he had cultivated to perfection after 1,600 years of hard work.

His impulsiveness was immediately dampened, and he calmed down completely.

The other party must be acting, and it was a perfect acting that deceived all his senses, consciousness, and spiritual perception.

It was as if Wang Lu was mastering the real Thousand Illusions and Ever-changing Formation, while the formation in his hand was just a fake and defective product.

Where is the problem?

Qiu Yi's mind was racing, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

Three breaths.

Three breaths?

Three breaths!

Yes, it’s three breaths!

Why could the other party accurately capture the three breaths, the brief pause that he hoped to see and wanted, and in that half a cup of tea it remained the eternal and unchanging three breaths.

The other party was clearly telling him to strengthen his faith. Just three breaths were enough, and he could boldly deliver the fatal blow.

However, the fact is that it was not him but the other party who delivered the fatal blow.

"boom!"

Thinking of this, Qiu Yi felt a chill down his spine, as if he was falling into an ice cellar.