Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu secretly criticized Xiaoyaozi for a while and then he couldn't help laughing.

Although I have made many powerful enemies during my practice so far, I have also made many loyal and like-minded friends.

Without them, even if he could cultivate to his current level and possess such strength, it would take at least hundreds or even thousands of years.

There is a saying that makes a lot of sense: Time is money, and money can’t buy time.

This is especially true for those who practice Taoism.

Binzhou?

There was a sharp light in Wang Lu's eyes.

It seemed as if there was a destiny in the dark. Why was it not the Western Desert, Northern Frontier, South Sea, Eastern Wilderness or other areas, but the Central Plains where he was at this moment? Was it a coincidence?

Whatever, I have no way of remembering it anyway, so it’s always good to save some time.

However, Wang Lu had secretly kept an eye in his heart.

Binzhou, located in the sphere of influence of Qian Gu Men in the southeast of Zhongzhou, is rich in resources, with picturesque scenery and picturesque landscapes, especially the colorful grassland, which is so beautiful that people can't help but stop and linger.

However, its beauty and richness are only available to mortals. If you put a cultivator there, almost no one would be willing to go there.

Binzhou's spiritual energy is mediocre, and its spiritual materials are common, so few cultivators go there to train and search for treasures.

However, the strange thing is that many earth-shaking and absolutely powerful people have emerged from Binzhou, and one such person is born every few hundred years.

For example, Deng Cui, a great master from the Loose Cultivator Alliance, and Zhou Jiangkong, a Zen master who rose like a comet in the past four hundred years and became a sensation.

What's strange is that both of their parents are cultivators with ordinary spiritual roots and average cultivation, so that in certain years, many small and medium-sized sects flocked to them, wanting to find the chosen one and recruit him as their sect, so that they could rise up and become local heroes.

Before leaving, Wang Lu took one last look at this temporary cave and flew away.

In the world of cultivating immortals, flying is something that every cultivator looks forward to and yearns for.

However, the fact is, only those who have cultivated to the Golden Core Stage and rely on powerful magic power can lift their feet off the ground, but they can only rise a few dozen feet high, and the speed is slow, even some ordinary birds cannot compare with it.

As the level of cultivation improves, the situation will be greatly improved when it reaches the Nascent Soul stage. Not only will the height reach hundreds to several hundred feet, but the speed can also reach more than thirty feet per breath. However, that's all.

Of course, in order to fly higher and faster, all kinds of flying treasures came into being. The fastest ones can reach thousands of feet, which is even unimaginable, and the slowest ones are at least faster than the Nascent Soul stage cultivators who rely purely on their own magic power.

So, why not use your own magic weapon to replace the flying treasure?

Because the life magic weapon is very weak, using it will cause considerable damage to it. In addition, it has low spirituality and can't release a protective light circle and defense shield like a flying treasure to protect the monk. It can only protect itself unconsciously. Moreover, the faster the speed, the faster the monk dies. Under the huge mysterious force, it almost disintegrates instantly, even if a powerful defense treasure is released, it is useless.

In this case, it should be okay to replace the magic weapon with a spiritual treasure, right?

Hehe, of course you can, but it must be an innate spiritual treasure, and it must be the highest level of innate spiritual treasure.

However, such a magical treasure has never been heard of or seen before. It has never appeared in their world. It only exists in a few words in ancient books, and the information is very limited, almost non-existent.

However, these spiritual treasures in the world, although they have the word "spiritual" in their name and their power has increased dramatically, are still as ignorant and young as babies. Even if they grow into top-level spiritual treasures, their intelligence is very limited. If they want to make further progress and reach a higher level of cultivation, they have to go to the upper realm.

Soon, Wang Lu returned to the Huangzhou City Lord's Mansion. Anxiously, he forcefully booked one teleportation array after another. Within half a day, he was sent to Changcheng, the ancient city closest to Binzhou.

As the saying goes, three miles apart, the customs are different. Changcheng and Binzhou are more than eight million miles apart, so they are naturally very different.

Not only is the spiritual energy several times richer than that of Binzhou, but there is also a lake that is a million miles wide.

The lake is shrouded in clouds and mist, the water is rich in spiritual energy, and the lake is dotted with islands of various sizes, on which grow many rare spiritual materials, and on which live a wide variety of monsters. It is a good place for cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage and below to train.

Because Binzhou is unremarkable, even though geniuses are born every now and then, there is no direct teleportation array, so if you want to come here, you have to rely on yourself.

After leaving the teleportation array, Wang Lu rode non-stop, traveling day and night.

Just over 8 million miles, at his speed, it would only take a day or two.

Half a day later, between the blue sky and clear water, a boundless lake was rapidly disappearing beneath us.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Lu suddenly stopped.

A faint smell of destruction came faintly from an island hundreds of miles below.

You have to know that at this moment he was flying at an altitude of 15,000 feet, and he could still sense the impact at this height. The people below were at least in the late Nascent Soul stage, and they must be fighting for some treasure.

In fact, this level of fighting is not enough to attract his attention, let alone intervene.

However, for some reason, Xuetong did not feel any of the ancient elixir recipe that he had been eagerly awaiting in Huangzhou. But after arriving in Changcheng, the situation had improved greatly, giving him a sense of enlightenment as if the clouds had cleared and the sun had appeared.

He originally thought it was because "he would see Xiaoyaozi soon", but now he has a different opinion.

Yes, it cannot be denied that Xiaoyaozi is the most important factor. Without him, I would never go to Binzhou. However, other causes and effects derived from Xiaoyaozi himself are also very important.

For example, the life and death battle below.

Whether it is as he thought will soon be known.

"drink."

Wang Lu whispered it softly, power flowing through his body.

The whole person disappeared in an instant like a dark meteor, falling at a high speed.

Amid the howling wind, he felt a heavy pulling force tearing his body apart.

The pain came.

No, stop!

"what!"

A force held back his sinking momentum, and his falling speed suddenly stopped at one hundred feet per breath.

It was so dangerous, so close to life and death.

But the idea was so exciting and new that he had to put it into practice immediately.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​using his strength to descend from the sky.

The speed of his original descent was already very fast, and with the added power, it became even faster.

But the reality was so different from what he thought that his body almost disintegrated on the spot.

In a flash, just one hundredth of a breath, his speed reached ten thousand feet per breath. Fortunately, he stopped in an instant, so no disaster occurred.

Thinking of this now made him shudder!

It seems that my strength has not yet reached the requirement of being able to move a thousand feet in one breath.

It really proves the old saying, if you don't seek death, you won't die.

Wang Lu was afraid and smiled bitterly, like a flying fallen leaf, staggering gradually towards the island of Chang Lake.