Mortal's journey to immortality

The needles were like a tide, and Wang Lu seemed to be carrying an iron mountain on his back, moving forward with a heavy load.

The last thirty feet of distance was shrouded in river mist, and the vision was less than ten feet. His back was slightly hunched, and sweat stains were visible on his face. This was a sign that his body had reached a certain limit.

"drink!"

Wang Lu shouted loudly and gathered the last strength of his body. Like a majestic leopard, he jumped into the last thirty feet of the mountain path that was tightly covered by light mist.

"Click, click, click, click, click..."

"what!"

Wang Lu groaned and let out a groan of pain. His body of steel and iron bones was instantly covered with small cracks like spider webs. "Pfft", a mouthful of blood spurted out.

In the last thirty feet, there were more than hundreds of thousands of steel needles, at least millions, and the pressure was not a thousand times, but two thousand times.

"Fight!"

Kui Niu's black light dissipated rapidly, Wang Lu's teeth pierced the tip of his tongue in an instant, and a few drops of blood immediately spread throughout his body along with the rolling blood. The black light surged violently like a raging flame, and the pressure was suddenly reduced by half.

Taking advantage of this hard-won and precious moment, Wang Lu stomped his feet heavily, making a loud "rumbling" sound like a cannonball, rolling up the sky and sending lightning and flint across a distance of thirty feet.

The pressure and the needles dissipate.

Drops of blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and tiny drops of blood oozed from almost all the pores on his body.

However, Wang Lu, who looked like a bloody man, did not pause at all. He endured the severe pain of his body shattering without any pause. When he raised his hand, the six-star arched moon blade emitted a green light, and the handles were three layers inside and three outside. He wrapped tightly.

Although his strength was almost exhausted, he still retained most of his mana for himself, in order to deal with the sudden danger when passing through the path.

This also shows the benefits of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts. If the strength is not enough, magic power can be used to make up for it.

And, why didn't he use his magic power and sky-supporting stick at the beginning?

If you use the Six-Star Gongyue Blade and the Orange Floating Cloud to forcibly open the way, it is equivalent to using offense instead of defense. The magic power will be released like a pouring waterfall. Even if the third bottle of Ten Thousand Years Spirit Milk is used up, even if it passes smoothly, The gain outweighs the loss.

As for the sky-supporting rod, the same principle applies. All the strength in the body will only be continuously and greatly consumed.

Only by being like a tortoise, unable to retreat, defending and attacking, and resisting, can we minimize our own risks and still retain the precious bottle of ten thousand years of spiritual milk.

In a flash of thought, Wang Lu retracted his thoughts.

However, the danger came so quickly, almost exactly as he expected.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom..."

It was like the dull sound of a deadly drum, and the ground kept shaking, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards them in the mist.

Blocked by the gray mist, Wang Lu had no idea what was rushing towards him.

But its momentum and momentum are enough to make ordinary peak powerhouses in the late Jindan period stunned and frightened.

Wang Lu was given no time to recover and adjust. In less than two breaths, the visitor came into view.

"My dear, grandma is a bitch!"

While Wang Lu was muttering to himself, he was unambiguous in his hand. He pointed out with one finger, "Bang", like a huge green flower blooming.

The blue light covered twenty-two golden elixir peak late stage puppets that came out from all directions, all wearing golden armor, only showing two emotionless cold yellow eyes, holding a yellow sword with extraordinary aura, and eight feet tall. .

"twist!"

Like spring thunder bursting from his tongue, "Bang", Wang Lu snapped his fingers.

Millions of micro-thin blue sword threads shuttled back and forth at extremely high speeds. Even though the twenty-two golden armored puppets were abnormally defensive, they could not withstand the sharp pulling and cutting of so many sharp sword threads.

"Damn, don't think I don't have the goods!"

Wang Lu cursed, and all the puppets disappeared under the six-star Gongyue Blade blessed by 40% of the "Thousand Thousand Threads Blade Formation".

The twenty-mile journey to purgatory, even with the protection of the divine light of Kui Niu, had long ago given him enough of the pain that cut through his skin. When he saw the puppets without even a hair left, he let out a fierce breath.

However, after this battle, not to mention the pain in his body, his magic power was less than a quarter. He could only use it once at most, and then it was completely gone.

In his perception, the token existed vaguely in a way that he could not understand, like a compass leading the way for him, but it seemed not.

Is it possible that the Yellow Palace is not here, and there is still a test before we can truly enter it?

At this moment, a flash of inspiration occurred, and Wang Lu looked up at the gray sky, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.

The gray clouds and fog hung low, as if you could reach into the sky with your hand.

The twenty-mile journey was all the way down. He almost ignored this because he had been suffering from the needles and heavy pressure.

Based on the pressure and tilt ratio of ten times per thirty feet, at this time, he had penetrated to a depth of at least sixty miles underground.

No wonder the gray mist has a hint of moisture and is getting thicker. This is the reason.

More importantly, the fact that the Yellow Palace is so deep underground can explain why the surrounding trees have completely disappeared.

At the same time, the fact that the Yellow Palace is so deep and the test is so great also proves from the side that this is indeed the true location of the Yellow Palace.

Wang Lu was confident. It would not be easy for any monster or monk to pass through the sharpness and pressure of twenty miles, so he felt relieved.

In a situation where there is only gray mist and the golden-armored puppet is killed, there should be no more dangers after meditating to recover oneself.

Raising one hand, the array disk and array flags were laid out, and "whoosh", a blade disappeared into the void.

Seeing this, Wang Lu took out a jade bottle from his storage bag. In his palm was a pill as white as snow and as whole as jade. He swallowed it in one gulp without thinking.

"The Azure Dragon Returning Spiritual Pill!"

This elixir can repair and restore the monk's body, soul, consciousness, mana and other functions very quickly without leaving any dirt or impurities. It is the best healing holy product in the stage of transformation.

When he was in the sandy area, the Five Poisons gave him one pill.

This one was something Liu Fen had treasured and prepared for herself, but she still gave it to him without reservation.

In fact, Wang Lu did not intend to take such a rare elixir, but he had a vague feeling of urgency.

We must enter the Yellow Palace as soon as possible and explore its secrets.

As for why this feeling suddenly appeared, his intuition told him that it should come from the mysterious shopkeeper wearing a vampire mask.