Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu waved his hands gently, and the six-star arched moon blade appeared in front of him. Needless to say, as if he had a telepathic connection, the six-star arched moon blade was slashing at the ground.

In less than five breaths, a cube cemetery one foot long, one foot wide, and one foot deep was excavated, and Zhang Dong's remaining bones were sent into it. Wang Lu looked at the golden stick not far away. It was obvious that This is the only relic of this person, and he intends to let it accompany this unknown monk who is skilled in magic and martial arts forever.

He opened his hand and shook it, but the stick was indifferent. Wang Lu smiled, walked over, and bent down to pick it up.

When Wang Lu touched the cold stick, a mysterious and indescribable feeling flooded into his mind, "Ha", he shouted softly, holding a stick that was more than four times heavier than Po Ling with one hand. , his right hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

When he held the stick that suddenly shone with golden light, he said, "Whoosh, whoosh...", the cold wind suddenly rose, and he kept whimpering, as if he was crying over the corpse.

Wang Lu sighed and fired a few spells. The stick shrank to the size of a hair in an instant. He understood that although he did not know the identity of the dead monk, this fate had been forged. Only a person who is a monk will follow him thoroughly.

Soon, mud and rocks completely covered the cemetery, and he once again followed the green bird and flew into the distance.

The whole world became completely quiet.

In Tianyun Square, on the survival list, the number 278 of the monk kept flashing. However, after a moment, the number 13 belonging to Zhang Dong suddenly dimmed until it was annihilated without a trace, and the number 280 Seven shines again.

This sudden turn of events made everyone couldn't help but cheer. The monks from the Sadness and Joy Zen Sect were so powerful that they often rose up and killed their opponents when disaster was imminent.

Could it be that this person is used to being able to win in adversity?

At this point, there are only seven numbers left on the survival list, hanging high.

Obviously, No. 166, who belongs to Liuyun, will definitely be able to get out of the Tianyun Secret Realm alive, and the monk also has a 90% chance of surviving.

However, everyone, including the gambling shop "Willing to Bet and Accept Loss", unanimously believes that the Taishan trip on the 77th and the Silver 19th on the 234th will come to the end safely, because they have completely given up on their inner feelings. All kinds of natural and earthly treasures in the circle were hidden.

However, the temptation of the elixir of transformation is too great. Wang Lu, Liu Yun, Mei Shuang, and the male cultivator in the lion head mask all regard it as a must-get item. Coupled with the powerful monsters in the manor, there will definitely be a fight between dragons and tigers. .

The monk is looking for opportunities to devour Mei Shuang, who has the "Xiang Mei" spiritual root, and Zi Yue, who has the "Purple Eye" spiritual root.

After the monk devoured Shazhi and Tai Qingyu, he obtained the secret method to find the manor. However, he could not get up and go there just yet. He would need two or three days to completely recover from his injuries.

"Puff puff..."

Five days later, the little bird stopped, vibrating its wings at a high speed like a hot wheel. The frequency of the amplitude of its wings became faster and faster, and it shattered with a "bang".

It accomplished its mission.

An ancient, deserted, and withered huge manor kept moving forward, backward, left, and right, and Wang Lu could only vaguely see the appearance of the manor.

"Ha" "Ha" "Ha" "Ha" "Ha"...

After drinking it explosively, he punched hundreds of punches with a snap of his fingers. The mist within a ten-mile radius was dispersed. Wang Lu spread his body with all his strength and leapt toward the manor at a speed of about four hundred feet per breath.

The manor seemed to be deliberately playing hide-and-seek with him. It took half a meal before Wang Lu arrived in front of the ancient manor, which was full of decay.

The entire manor was shrouded in light smoke and mist, wrapped in a huge formation.

"Hey, I'll break your turtle shell with one punch!"

Wang Lu's heart became hot when he thought of the transformation elixir inside, and he punched the invisible formation.

"boom!"

The formation was surprisingly resilient, and the force of the counter-shock almost made him unsteady on his feet and staggered.

"Wow!"

When the Poling Spirit Sword came into his hand, Wang Lu swung hundreds of swords in the blink of an eye, "click", "click", the formation was finally broken open by the sharpness and huge force of Poling, and Wang Lu dived into the manor.

"boom!"

In less than a moment, the mist enveloped the manor again, and the manor was like a small fish, constantly jumping in and out of the clouds and mist.

Upon entering the eyes, the light smoke and mist completely disappeared, and the boundless golden rice fields shook their heads in the breeze, like a quiet and harmonious pastoral landscape painting.

Wang Lu leapt onto a field ridge, looking at the surging rice, the smoke from the kitchen in the distance, listening to the gurgling water, and the faint laughter and play of the children. He seemed to have returned to his childhood with his parents at sunrise. A beautiful childhood that rests at sunset.

After being immersed for a moment, Wang Lu's eyes were no longer confused.

He fell into an illusion and had to either find the eye of the formation and break out of it, or break it through violence.

Obviously, time was running out and there was no room for him to look for any formation eyes. The six-star Gongyue Blade appeared beside him happily. Under the induction of his heart, the six-star Gongyue Blade was like a green flower in full bloom. In an instant, it was covered with flowers. the whole space.

"burst!"

Following Wang Lu's word "explosion", tens of thousands of green flowers suddenly bloomed, and blue sword threads intertwined with lightning, directly cutting the entire space into flying ash.

"call!"

A gust of rotten soft wind blew, and the ground was covered with broken tiles and ruins, and the vegetation was withered. Wang Lu flew out with his own senses.

In fact, what he didn't know was that this illusion was so powerful that even ordinary Golden Elixir Dzogchen monks would be trapped in it for at least five days, but he woke up in no time at all and easily broke through it.

Firstly, because after his battle with Yu Hao and his rebirth from the ashes, his mind became firmer again. Secondly, after he broke through to the third level of Blood Realm where he was able to become a gang through a hundred refinements, he had achieved some success in body refining.

Strength lies in destroying all methods with one force, no matter what skills, magical powers, formations, magic weapons, exotic treasures... For strength monks, they only need to use pure power to destroy them, and they don't care about what the outside world does to them. interference and influence.

Strength monks focus on the development and pursuit of their own strength and do not involve too much external objects.

Therefore, the influence of the phantom formation on Wang Lu, who had already embarked on the path of strength, was greatly reduced again. This was also the reason why he was able to wake up quickly.

Besides, the Six-Star Gongyue Blade is Wang Lu’s natal magic weapon. After it was shattered twice, forged by Tian Yidong and then refined by the mysterious sword lake, it has a trace of spirituality that belongs to the spiritual treasure, which naturally exceeds the average top magic weapon. , coupled with 30% of the overwhelming power of the "Thousand Thousand Threaded Blades" formation, breaking the formation is as easy as drinking water and breathing.

In this way, Wang Lu only used his tyrannical magical power as an ordinary Golden Elixir Dzogchen monk, and he only used it as an ordinary means. He did not know how to be blessed despite being blessed.

It can be seen that Wang Lu's current strength has reached a higher level.

Soon after, he came to the outside of a large, dilapidated building covering hundreds of acres, about five feet high and one floor above. Two tall, broken red stone lions guarded the open door.

Just as Wang Lu was about to walk in through the door, the two stone lions slowly squirmed, and the stones slipped quietly from their bodies.

"Ho, ho!"

Two lion roars resounded across the sky.

Wang Lu looked at the stone lion subconsciously.