Mortal's journey to immortality

At the end of the arched passage was a blue light curtain, and Wang Lu plunged into it without thinking.

The light curtain was a little thick and had great resistance. It was a full foot wide. With a little lift, he rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Looking around, this is an island.

He quickly took out the latest sea chart and jade slip that Liu Fen had given to Linglong Sea for comparison.

Good guy, I'm actually 40 million miles away from Haifang City.

No wonder the cold breath in his body fell into deathly silence. The distance was too far for the other party to sense him, and at the same time, he couldn't sense the tracking of the two of them.

Wang Lu had no idea when the two men were chasing them, so he didn't dare to stop for a moment, spread out his body skills, and flew towards the depths of the Linglong Sea.

Ten days have passed, and a full three million miles have been traveled day and night on the boundless sea.

The remnant body that was originally dragged was completely overwhelmed at this time, and the breath in his body was still not moving at all. The distance must have been enough. He pressed his body in the huge waves, released the blue boat, and sailed up.

After shooting the magic formula, the boat trembled slightly and flew towards the distant sea as fast as thunder.

Looking up at the clear sky as beautiful as blue velvet, Wang Lu sat cross-legged. This escape journey was thrilling at every step. When he had no way to escape and was about to be overtaken, it seemed as if there was God's will in the dark. , he ran to Token Island regardless.

When the old man waved to him gently and let out a thunderous snort, he had completely lost consciousness.

Looking at it now, the old man's strength is unfathomable and he is an extremely strong man!

Because very few people can successfully teleport others when they are unconscious.

As for how strong he was, he only had a vague guess that the old man was at least an expert in the transformation stage.

Then why did he help himself?

Perhaps it was because they couldn't stand the bullying of the two people who pursued him, a low-level immortal cultivator, regardless of his status, or perhaps there were other reasons.

When he came out of the Tianyun Secret Realm after a narrow escape, there were at least a handful of great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage who were present. If he had not come out last, there might have been twice as many.

Although his cultivation at that time was only a hair away from the late stage of the Golden Core, he pretentiously believed that with his profound magic power, coupled with the face-changing effect of "Deep Hidden" and the heaven-defying effect of the God-repelling Clothes, even if he was a Nascent Soul It was impossible to see through him later.

However, he ignored one thing:

The origins of the great monks present are not ordinary large sects. They are either super sects or come from extremely powerful families.

Therefore, the young snakehead of the Yu family and the eighth elder of the Ti Sect deduced based on his true appearance. After more than a hundred years of repeated scrutiny and verification, they finally determined that he was not only a bald Ma Jun, but also a member of the Dream Sect and the Fallen Blood. The royal road to the door.

However, he was indeed powerful. He had been cautious for so many years, and it was only when they heard that the Chenxue Sect was almost uprooted that they finally locked it.

Hey!

Wang Lu gradually sorted out the whole story one by one and thought about it thoroughly.

Crazy Sword Wuji and Yu Hao, the genius of the Yu family, were beheaded by him, thus forming a blood feud.

Furthermore, he was the last person to come out of the secret realm. Just by imagining it, he could conclude that he possesses a massive amount of rare spiritual materials. Just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

The two merge into one, who else could it be if I didn't hunt him down?

There is another important point that Wang Lu doesn't know.

After he bloodbathed Chenxue Gate, Yin Qi, who suddenly came to the Four Beasts City again, made the two of them unable to let go. Otherwise, tens of thousands of searching troops would not care about his hiding place as long as they did not exceed the 10,000-mile radius of Chenxue Gate. Wherever they are, they will be dug up.

This abundant and precious year to recuperate from his injuries is also a key part of his survival to the present.

Wang Lu closed his eyes, took out a bottle of Qinglong Resurrection Pill again, drank it orally, and fell into recovery.

The blue boat crossed the vast and exquisite sea at a high speed of three hundred feet per breath without stopping, and ten days passed again.

The serious injuries of the body have recovered to 60%. What is rare is that the aura in the body has not caused any disturbance again, and the tranquility seems to have disappeared.

In his opinion, he must escape to the deep sea, only in this way can he leave behind the enemy behind him.

Seize the time, return to your full strength, and eliminate this breath no matter how long it takes.

If he doesn't get rid of it, he will always be a serious problem. It might suddenly break out one day and blow him to pieces, leaving no trace of his body.

Wang Lu calmed down and continued to refine the power of the Qinglong Huanling Pill, allowing it to slowly repair serious injuries.

Ten days passed leisurely, and the body recovered to 80% without relying on the ten thousand years of spiritual milk.

A month later, the other party still hadn't come after him. Besides, having escaped more than six million miles away, it was almost certain that no matter who it was, they would be unable to lock him down, because it was too far, and only those with extraordinary means could do it.

Just when he decided that he was no longer being hunted, his body was suppressed to a tiny point and his deathly silent aura seemed to have taken a powerful tonic, suddenly jumping and boiling like crazy without his control.

"what!"

Wang Lu's eyes were red and he roared angrily.

Again!

He had no time to think about why he could be attracted from such a long distance. He started to use his brain power to calculate at a rapid speed. At his speed of 560 feet per breath, he ran with all his strength day and night, when would he be caught up.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

No more than eighty-three days at most!

Will he really die in the Linglong Sea? The bomb in his body finally exploded. Even if he is still alive and well, it is no different from death.

Unless it is erased, death is certain.

"why why why!"

Three roars of hatred, Mad Sword Wuji and Yu Hao seemed to come from across the sky, looking at him sarcastically, as if they were mocking:

Run, escape, accept your fate, you can't escape!