Mortal's journey to immortality

Time flies, the sun and the moon rotate.

Wang Lu has been in seclusion for more than three years to paint talismans. During these three years, a large number of intermediate and low-level special talismans continued to flow out of his room. He contributed his own strength to the entire war, although it was far less than what he promised. It's nonsense, but all the sects and sects in the entire Western Desert have retained a certain amount of respect for him. Even Ku Yao, who has a deep hatred for him, has some respect for Wang Lu.

At this time, he was exhausted. His weak eyes looked at the piles of waste talismans in the room, he sighed leisurely, and then fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In his deep sleep, he seemed to see his parents waving slightly to him, as if he saw the jade-like Sun Xue slashing at him with a knife, then threw the knife away on the way, as if he saw the gentle and gentle Li Muqing. She smiled lightly at him and then disappeared, as if she saw the lily-like Chen Yaer in jail, asking for help from him.

"ah!"

Wang Lu woke up from his dream, feeling wet and cold all over. He recalled the scenes in his dream a little unconsciously, shook his head vigorously, and stared at the ceiling of the room, lost in thought.

After half a stick of incense, he came back to his senses from his confusion.

He casually waved a spell, and a water curtain appeared in front of him. He looked at himself in the water mirror, his whole body messy, as if he had aged decades. After casting the spell, his appearance and skin returned to before the retreat in the blink of an eye.

He took a brief look at his situation, and what he didn't expect was that after three consecutive years of drawing talismans, his cultivation had quietly reached the middle stage of the Golden Core without even realizing it. This made his cultivation improve. More than a third of the way, his spiritual consciousness has exceeded the range of half-step Yuanying. As for whether he can compete with the real early Yuanying monks, he is not sure.

He officially entered the middle stage of the Golden Core, which once again gave him the strength and the determination to escape unscathed.

He looked at the time hourglass and found that more than three years had passed without him realizing it. Looking at the piles of waste talismans all over the room, he couldn't help but wonder when he had become so weak.

In fact, it's not that he is weak, but because many things and many people have given him reasons to risk his own life. Chen Ya'er alone is too much for him to repay, let alone other people.

Wang Lu put away the defensive formations in the room and pushed the door open. With a slight sense, there was no one in the courtyard where the Fu Hall was located. He felt that something had changed and quickly ran towards the Fu Hall.

Fudian Square is where all the Talisman masters of Fudian are gathered. Senior sister Xie Lingyun stands on the high platform in the center of the square. Standing in front of her is an old man who is in the early stage of Nascent Soul and has a strong spirit and a gentle face. Looking from a distance, the old man is full of blood. The top and bottom seemed to be filled with countless shadows of talismans. Wang Lu knew that this old man was the famous person who made talismans in the West Desert: Fu Chi.

Fu Chi looked at all the people in the Fu Palace on the square and said in a deep voice: "The decisive battle between the two clans is coming soon, so as not to cause unnecessary sacrifices, the ancestors have decided that our seven series will first evacuate the Blood Battle City and return to the Seven Giants City to wait for the final the result of."

"I have devoted my whole life to studying the Tao of Talismans. In my lifetime, I encountered a time when the war between the two races was prosperous. Although I was unable to bring corresponding help to my human race, I am not ashamed of my heart. I also believe that all of you here are also worthy of your guilt. Heart, we have done our best, but due to limitations of strength and talent, we have tried our best."

"You are all rare talents of our Fu Dao. Whether you are willing or not, I will forcefully take you all away. If our human race is defeated, you are the hope of our West Desert Fu Dao." , so please be sure to board the giant ship and return to the Seven Giant Cities with me. Don’t have the idea of ​​living and dying together. I know that everyone present is a hot-blooded man and a woman. For this battle, we have already I will do my best, so please don’t be indebted.”

"What moved me the most was that a talisman geek appeared in our West Desert Dream Sect Talisman Hall. Until now, he is still working tirelessly to draw talismans. I have studied the talisman seals he drew in detail, and I was surprised. Yes, all the talismans he draws, whether they are ordinary intermediate talismans or special intermediate talismans, are always a quarter more powerful than other similar talismans. I have never heard of such a genius. So, a month ago, I have stopped supplying him with spiritual materials for making talismans, and I believe that he will wake up soon."

"Having said so much, thanks to my nephew, organize everyone, board the giant ship, and leave quickly! Although we can't contribute much, we can't be a burden." Fu Chi said something that made everyone bow their heads deeply. , and at the same time, everyone clenched their fists.

As long as you have a clear conscience!

Hundreds of people in Fu Palace, under Xie Lingyun's arrangement, silently boarded the giant ship returning to the human race. When the giant ship soared into the sky, a figure leaped down from the giant ship.

It's Fu Chi!

He looked at the giant ship going away, with a hint of hope and sadness in his eyes. Once the human race was defeated, he would also bury his bones and blood in the city. However, what could this do? This reminded him of a poem he read when he was a child. , he also recited silently:

The old man is talking about being a teenager, holding a yellow hand on his left, holding a blue sky on his right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill. In order to repay Qingcheng, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang. It doesn't matter if you're drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted! In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.

At the end of his words, he let out a loud roar and flew towards the outside of the bloody battle city on the escaping light.

Hearing Fu Chi's ups and downs and ups and downs of enthusiasm, Wang Lu walked out of the hall with red eyes. He looked at the giant ship with only one black spot left. Without thinking, he released the Qingluan Flying Ancient Treasure and was about to follow. Fu crazy and left.

"Little friend, please don't leave!" A slightly rough voice seemed to grow a palm, pressing down the Qingluan Flying Ancient Treasure that was about to go away.

Wang Lu's heart trembled. Just a simple word made him unable to move at all. It was as if all his magic power was frozen in his body. He knew that he had met the most powerful person in his life.

"drink!"

He summoned all his magic power, and orange floating clouds suddenly appeared above his head, but they were more than five times smaller than usual. He was finally able to move freely. He immediately put away the Qingluan ancient treasure hanging motionless in mid-air, and then looked at a man A burly man whose whole body was filled with tens of millions of gigantic strength. The man's eyes seemed to contain two majestic mountains. Wang Lu looked at him, and his consciousness instantly felt like acupuncture pain. His whole body kept curling up under the man's two gazes.

"Haha, that's interesting. Wang Lu, you are indeed my grandson's best friend!" the man said with a smile.

He was also a little surprised that Wang Lu was able to break away from his Immovable Mountain magical power. Many Nascent Soul Stage monks could only sit back and wait for death under this magical power. They broke away without thinking of Wang Lu, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

On the one hand, he wanted to consider Wang Lu's strength, and on the other hand, he also wanted to make him retreat in spite of difficulties.

Seeing this, the man put away his aura and pressure, and the mountain Wang Lu was carrying disappeared in an instant.

"Greetings to the ancestor of Qidao!"

Wang Lu jumped in front of Qidao Lord as fast as a thunderbolt, knelt down on one knee, and spoke respectfully.