Mortal's journey to immortality

Jin Lan was elated when he saw Wang Lu with a bitter look on his face, but he watched Wang Lu walking towards him step by step as calmly as water.

Wang Lu also pulled off a storage bag from his waist and placed it on the table.

Two young monks in the late Jindan stage of the Law Enforcement Hall jumped up to the high platform without anger and picked up their storage bags respectively. One of the monks played a spell on Jin Lan's storage bag, and it was golden. The light blooms from the storage bag.

The sounds of "wow", "wow" and "wow" could be heard clearly. Thirty-two divine earth escape talismans were instantly piled up on the white jade table. Seeing this, everyone in the audience couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration. Talisman Palace The other twenty-eight leaders of his sect were even more shocked. Jin Lan was so secretive, and with a super-high success rate of thirty-four to one, he defeated the intermediate-level Shenxing Earth Escape. The talisman was drawn, and it was really shocking to the world. He was worthy of being the deputy master of the Talisman Palace, and he was also worthy of being the first true disciple of Fu Chi.

Seeing the surprised expressions of everyone in the audience, Jin Lan felt happy. He coughed softly. Another monk from the Law Enforcement Hall gave him a cold look, and then a piece of the same golden light flashed from his eyes. Suddenly appeared from Wang Lu's storage bag.

The same exclamations echoed throughout the square.

"Forty-five!"

After confirming the quantity, the late-stage Jindan monk calmly spoke.

"Impossible! He must have cheated!" An angry roar suddenly exploded on the high platform!

Jin Lan suddenly jumped to the side of the late Jindan cultivator. After counting the numbers one by one, he picked up the Divine Walking Earth Escape Talisman and wanted to destroy it, but someone grabbed his wrist.

He looked at the monk of the Law Enforcement Hall who grabbed his wrist, doubts and unwillingness rolling in his heart. He did not believe that anyone could surpass himself in the attainments of this talisman, and even surpass him by a large margin.

He knew that once these talismans were destroyed, his entire image would be ruined, and the situation he had worked so hard to create would be gone forever.

He sighed, lowered his hands, and said in a reluctant tone: "I now officially resign as the deputy master of Fu Palace, and I also ask you to find someone else. I am convinced of my defeat this time. I have the king for our Fu Palace." I am happy to have such a talented Taoist friend like Lu."

After saying that, he jumped off the high platform and left the square in embarrassment surrounded by several disciples.

Wang Lu calmly walked to the white jade table, grabbed ten divine earth escape talismans, raised his hands to the two monks from the law enforcement hall and said: "Thank you two fellow Taoists for your impartial law enforcement. These ten divine earth escape talismans Please accept it, I hope it can be of some help to you."

The two looked at each other, nodded, each accepted the five divine earth escape talismans, and flew away without saying a word.

Wang Lu stood on the high platform, looked around for a week, and said in a trembling voice: "I am Wang Lu, a disciple of the Dream Sect Futang Hall in the southern part of the Western Desert. I am here to perform my skills for all my fellow Taoists today. I have made a fool of myself. I hope you won't blame me! I don't have anything else." What's the point? I just have my own attitude towards Fu Zhuan. I guarantee that all the fallen Jindan monks from my West Desert sect who have made contributions in this life-and-death battle will receive two gold elixirs every half month. Intermediate talisman. If it is a special intermediate talisman, it can be exchanged for one. If a senior in the Nascent Soul stage is unfortunately killed in battle, he can come to the Talisman Hall every half month to receive four intermediate talismans without any conditions. If he exchanges it for a special talisman, it will be two. , I will lead by example and draw a large number of intermediate talismans for you day and night. If you recognize my Wang Lu's talismans, I believe that I will bring you some unexpected surprises."

"Palace Master Wang, I recognize you!" Just as everyone was thinking about Wang Lu's words, Xu Kui suddenly jumped onto the high platform, raised Wang Lu's left hand, and shouted.

Wang Lu was almost frightened to death by Xu Kui's actions. Following Xu Kui's words, "Palace Master Wang, I recognize you!" These words rang out one after another in the square, one wave after another.

But, in the end, what made Wang Lusheng desperate was that the female nuns in the crowd began to scream: "You are so handsome. Are you Xu Kui from the Dream Sect Puppet Hall?"

"Xu Kui"

"Xu Kui"

"Xu Kui"

The two words immediately formed a wave of sound, drowning Wang Lu in it.

Wang Lu shook his head in embarrassment, only to find that this guy was looking at the slightly crazy female nuns below with a smile as if he was "fascinating thousands of girls".

Wang Lu looked vaguely at Chen Ya'er and He Chan. He saw the joy in Chen Ya'er's eyes and the indescribable look in He Chan's eyes. Wang Lu quickly pinched Xu Kui's forearm, and Xu Kui Looking at him somewhat unhappily, Wang Lu pointed in the direction of He Chan. Xu Kui suddenly released a flying puppet like an extremely frightened rabbit, jumped on it, and never returned.

Later, Wang Lu called all the twenty-eight talisman-making sects in the Western Desert to the Talisman Pavilion. After asking them one by one, he was a little annoyed that only middle and late Jindan monks from the five sects could draw intermediate talismans. The assurance he had made so brazenly before made him feel as if millions of ants were biting him in his heart.

In other words, now in the entire Talisman Hall of Blood Battle City, plus Jin Lan who just failed in the Talisman Fight, there are only nine people who can draw intermediate Talisman, and most of them are common Intermediate Talisman. It seems that he is the only one who has been painting continuously. No wonder Fu Chi could hardly come out of seclusion as soon as he arrived at Blood Battle City. This was all because of him!

It can also be seen from the side that Fu Chi is loyal and righteous, which makes him immediately respect him.

In the end, Wang Lu retained six monks from five sects who could draw intermediate talismans, and used his own painting of intermediate talismans, from the classification of spiritual materials, the production of talisman guides to the drawing, and the final step. The talisman was explained to them in detail.

At first, the rebellious among the six people did not pay much attention to Wang Lu's nonsense. However, as Wang Lu explained in simple terms and his unique understanding of Fu Zhuan and Fu Dao, they Slowly putting away his contempt, he listened with fascination.

For three full hours, among the six people, a short-bearded and thin middle-aged monk in the late Jindan stage who was able to draw two special talisman seals, respectfully clasped his fists and faced Wang Lu and said: "The explanation of the hall master is like a wake-up call. The idea suddenly dawned on me. I, Ma Ruodao, will do my best to serve my Fu Palace and do my best for this war."

The other five monks also solemnly clasped their fists at Wang Lu. Although they did not speak, what they gained from Wang Lu's method of making talismans was almost the most they had ever received in their lives.

Wang Lu didn't know that after three hundred years of explanations he had no choice but to create two masters of talisman making in the entire Western Desert.

The six of them were convinced by Wang Lu. After retreating, they all quickly returned to their residences and began: drawing non-stop.

After that, Wang Lu, in the name of the deputy palace master, called over the three mid-stage Jindan monks who were responsible for collecting resources in the Fu Palace, and ordered them to send him three hundred copies of ten kinds of intermediate Talisman Spirit Materials every half month. He's starting to pay for his bluster.

In this war, the number of Golden Core monks who died was not tens of thousands but tens of thousands, and the number of Nascent Soul monks who died in the battle was hundreds if not thousands. And as the war rages on, the number of people will rise sharply, and he has to do his best. Try your best to push it as hard as you can until you are exhausted!

Oh my god, it’s so crazy. This deputy palace master is so inappropriate!