Mortal's journey to immortality

The shopkeeper looked longingly at the treasure mountain of Colorful Palace and was unable to enter. His heart was filled with confusion and he was puzzled.

He must have overlooked something, he thought hard for a long, long time.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper suddenly realized that the reason for everything was still the token.

The seven tokens correspond to the seven palaces. If you want to find the specific location of the colorful palace, you need to open any four of the seven palaces. At the same time, you also need the guidance of the key object "Thousand Island Map of the Star Sea" to achieve it.

In the same way, the appearance and opening of the Colorful Palace can only be achieved by investing any four tokens at the same time.

God, at such a critical moment, where do you want me to find this last, damn fourth token?

Are you trying to kill me?

"Ah ah ah ah ah......"

Anyway, the Colorful Palace cannot be opened, and your own path will end because of this. Since you cannot open it, then go on a killing spree!

kill!kill!kill!kill!kill!

Angry from embarrassment, the shopkeeper looked at Tan Dongyue and Duan Muqing fiercely.

In an instant, the two of them were at war with each other, and a bloody battle was about to break out.

At the critical moment, a man and a woman broke through the river fog at a furious speed and appeared.

This scene immediately stopped the furious shopkeeper and made him stop.

Perhaps, there will be twists and turns, which is also unknown?

It was Wang Lu and Caiying who came.

Rushing like crazy, the two finally arrived on the last five days before the secret realm was to be closed for half a year.

Wang Lu looked at the three people present calmly and nodded to Caiying.

She immediately took out an orange token and threw it towards the Colorful Palace without a second thought under the enthusiastic expectations of the three shopkeepers.

"call out!"

The token was like an orange lightning bolt, seemingly breaking through layers of space, and in an instant, it disappeared into the Colorful Palace.

"call!"

A strong gust of wind came from nowhere, causing the hair of the five people to dance wildly and their spirits to fly.

The shopkeeper didn't know if he thought he was superior in strength, but he didn't care about Wang Lu and the four others at all. He stared intently at the boundless light that was as bright as a colorful sun bursting out with a pair of scarlet blood eyes.

"Brush, brush, brush, brush, brush..."

The three huge colorful ancient seal scripts of "Colorful Palace" were engraved one by one under the interlacing carvings of colored lights.

When the last stroke of the word "palace" is drawn, "boom", a dazzling colorful light blooms like a huge colorful flower, which is extremely dazzling.

At the same time, a road of colored light formed like the sun and the moon from the gate of the Colorful Palace, as if it stretched across countless realms.

"let's go!"

While the three shopkeepers were still in shock and joy, Wang Lu took Caiying's hand and embarked on the colorful road without hesitation.

There was a "swipe" sound and disappeared.

The shopkeeper looked at Wang and Lu who had disappeared, sneered, and jumped up, which was also instantaneous without leaving a trace.

Tan Dongyue and Duanmuqing looked at each other and stepped on it one after another.

"boom!"

When all five people were teleported away, the colorful light erupted more violently, and the entire Kujiang Secret Realm surged with colorful light in an instant, and then disappeared immediately.

For a time, the roars of various monster beasts came and went without stopping.

At the same time, the Colorful Palace quietly disappeared, and the entire Bitter River secret realm was filled with the roar of beasts and birds that shook the sky.

Billions of miles away, in the quaint hall of Bagua Mountain, the super sect of the Four Beasts Sect in Northern Xinjiang, the old man with chicken-skinned crane hair and wrinkled hair kept saying goodbye quickly in the direction of the Linglong Sea.

Soon, an extremely vague colorful light suddenly emerged from the water mirror in front of him.

Seeing this light, the old man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. He suddenly became sluggish and collapsed to the ground.

But he ignored it and frantically took out a jade slip and shouted: "Seven colors appear, the heaven is in chaos!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jade slip disappeared and the old man fell into coma.

In less than ten breaths, the sect leader Du Que, the leader of Qishan Mountain Li An, and the master of Fuling Mountain Huang Xiaolong came to the place where the old man fell.

When the three of them saw this, their expressions changed, especially Li An's, with nervousness and anxiety clearly engraved on his face.

"metropolitan?"

Du Que made a gesture and fired a spell. An extremely gentle and soft milky white aperture enveloped him and slowly penetrated into the old man's body.

Half an hour later, the old man woke up with his eyes blurred.

The three of them immediately clasped their fists. He sat up cross-legged with difficulty, accepted it calmly, and said with a wry smile: "Oh, I am old and useless. The three of you must listen carefully. The Colorful Palace that has been rumored for hundreds of thousands of years has finally appeared... ....The great age is coming, and the heaven will be in chaos. Not only me, but also the few immortals from the Tianyuan Sect are anxious and anxious at the same time. No matter whether this world can break the sky this time, it is bound to happen. Just like the secular world, dynasties will change. You must seize every opportunity, maybe you can win "that" glimmer of life. You two, Xiao Quezi and Xiao Long, will go first. I have something to say to Anli."

Hearing this, Duque was shocked, but he and Huang Xiaolong left peacefully.

After the two left, Anli patiently stood still and respectfully.

"I already knew about the person you three let go. Hey, that's it for now. Xiao Ion, you can leave too. Don't... look back..."

The old man seemed very tired. He clutched his chest and finished speaking breathlessly. He loosened his legs, closed his eyes, and there was no more sound.

The old man, just like that, lost all his vitality and died suddenly.

"No, uncle!"

Anli hugged the old man who had guarded the Four Beast Sect tightly for 3,300 years, and for the first time let out a heartbroken cry.

At this time, there were only a handful of fake infant realm experts left in the secret realm, located in different places, as well as the swordsman master who had sneaked the attack on Wang Lu. When they saw the colorful light sweeping over them like a tide, they all looked surprised and uncertain.

The remaining forty-one people were all buried in the Kujiang River.

They have gained a lot. As long as they leave the secret realm, they can exchange for massive resources. As expected, breaking into the Nascent Soul stage is as easy as drinking water and breathing.

However, except for the swordsman monk who possesses the purple token, the final fate of the remaining two people is still to accompany the forty-one people to become nourishment for the bitter river.

They have no tokens, and they know nothing about the danger that is coming. They still daydream about the adventures they will have after leaving the secret realm, pushing them all the way.

Destiny is like that.

What's yours is not yours, but whoever "I" let it be belongs to you.

Isn't the ultimate goal of cultivating immortality to get rid of "I", enjoy great freedom and ease, and become that "I"?

Maybe, or maybe not?

So, what does Wang Lu think?

When Wang Lu took Caiying on the road to colorful light, "click", a flash of lightning flashed across his heart. He tried hard to catch it, but in the end, he still found nothing.

Just like that, he was taken away by a mysterious force.