Mortal's journey to immortality

"drink!"

The situation is extremely dangerous, we must withstand it, and we must not let the orange light from outside break through the golden pillar, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.

Wang Lu roared loudly, and the yellow talisman cloud suddenly appeared and suddenly poured into the golden pillar, immediately stabilizing the collapse. However, the orange light outside seemed to be boiled, and it rushed over with extreme violence without any interruption.

One breath at most!

As his mind flashed, Wang Lu roared "Ah", released the sky-supporting stick with his left hand, and punched the invisible resistance with one punch, "click", "click", and the space made a sound like a broken spider web. .

Soon, the golden light cylinder will be unable to bear it.

"boom!"

The column instantly fell into pieces. At the critical moment, Wang Lu ignored it and completely let go of the sky-supporting stick. He used all his strength and struck Shen Xiong with his left hand towards the space that was about to shatter. In a flash of lightning, his right hand grabbed Ruyi and held on tightly.

"Boom!"

It was like a thunder exploded in his ears, and a raging orange light flashed over him, covering him with a "whoosh" and sweeping him over.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

With less than five breaths to go, Wang Lu, who was covered in bruises and bruises, held his chest in one hand and coughed up blood, and held Yu Ruyi tightly in his other hand, with endless joy in his eyes.

When a massive amount of orange light came from all directions with him as the center, he wanted to release the six-star Gongyue Blade to compete with the "Infinite". Who would have expected that they would rush into his palm with lightning speed.

This scene directly froze him in place, causing him to appear to be engulfed in orange light.

However, the surging orange light not only had an incredibly powerful impact, but was also sharper than the Six-Star Gongyue Blade.

If his physical body had been even the slightest bit worse, he might have been exploded and cut into pieces by the orange light.

Moreover, the target of these orange lights is not him, it is just the slight residual power they leak, which is scary just thinking about it.

Ha, Ruyi does have a nice name, Qianjie.

As for the help he received now, it was useless. Wang Lu felt as bitter and uncomfortable as swallowing a dead fly.

The ray of light emanating from Qianjie seemed to be a mark left by someone, telling him:

Only when he reaches the middle stage of spiritual transformation can he activate this treasure and use it reluctantly.

He was quite speechless.

The treasure he had worked so hard to obtain and was almost harvested by the God of Death actually gave him such a dumbfounding result.

Well, since you believe that it is a good thing that you can reach the stage of becoming a god, then I accept your good advice.

Putting Qianjie away and looking at the empty Qianli Hall, with everything in sight, Wang Lu suddenly had the illusion of becoming the master of this place, but this inexplicable feeling went away as quickly as it came.

The top of the hall is vast and unattainable. It is shrouded in a very light white mist, which is very blurry. After looking at it for a long time, you have a terrible feeling of being trapped in it.

Withdrawing his gaze, he could see endless surroundings. There was no breath or fluctuation of wind in the air, and a kind of blurred thoughts arose.

Several broken images came to him. Wang Lu closed his eyes and stood motionless.

"call!"

It was like a breeze blowing across his face, and his eyes were full of surprise, confusion and confusion.

These pictures are scattered, torn and tattered, with no sense of continuity, and I don’t know why?

Wang Lu rubbed his aching temples. After looking inside, he was shocked.

The soul is very unstable, and nearly half of the consciousness has been worn away.

Your fucking incomplete paintings with no origin or source almost destroyed his foundation.

Wang Lu took a sudden breath and cursed fiercely.

Without hesitation, he took out a bottle of Wannian Spirit Wine and poured it into his mouth.

"Gulu, Gulu, Gulu", three big mouthfuls in a row.

With only half left, he put away the spirit wine with some pain, immediately sat down cross-legged, and recovered quickly.

The hall was silent, and streams of white mist poured out of his body, quickly wrapping him into a cocoon.

Three days later, Wang Lu returned to his full glory. At the critical moment when he was racing against time, he was hurt by this inexplicable scene, which was too much to gain.

"Ok?"

He was dumbfounded. No matter how he recalled those pictures, he just couldn't remember what was painted on them, and he couldn't even remember the colors on them.

If it weren't for the remaining half of the bottle of Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Wine that he drank, he would have doubted whether he had really seen those scrolls.

So weird, so weird.

Wang Lu stood up stiffly and with some chills. He tried hard to recall that it was so similar to what the old god told him back then. It was almost exactly the same.

Very weird and a little scary!

It's better to leave early and go to the inner circle first.

Wang Lu made up his mind and ran toward a transparent and colorless passage faster than lightning.

Another wide hall in the inner circle also has a similar huge blue light curtain. From top to bottom, there are 8,002 red squares arranged, and within the square are thirty yellow circles.

The square boxes represent the eight thousand and two conch palaces, and the thirty circles represent each hall on the path to the corner of the South China Sea where the thirty people are.

Almost every circle in the red box is empty. There are a total of 240,060 yellow circles, and only three are filled with black light as deep and thick as ink.

The black light undulated like waves, as if something was surging within it.

The three circles are so dark and shiny, like fireflies at night, they look so conspicuous, dazzling, and radiant!

The first one is the twenty-first circle in the tenth box.

The screen slowly rotates:

A female cultivator covered in green gauze flew away in the frantic red light with unusual composure. It could be said that she came and went like the wind, as at ease as usual.

For three whole months, the red light seemed to be unable to catch her no matter how hard she tried. Somewhat discouraged, she shrank back to a red treasure. The female cultivator chuckled, tapped her jade finger, and the treasure flew in like a red light. The palm stayed there for about half a month, and then Pingting left.

The second one is the fourth circle in the 7939th box.

The picture slowly unfolds:

A strong-bodied male cultivator with black hair covering his face, smashed the Huashan Mountain with great strength, and punched the overwhelming clear light with one punch after another. His aura was deep and dense, and his strength was extremely majestic. Whenever he was about to exhaust himself, he would swallow it orally. A red elixir with a strange smell as big as a thumb returned to its peak again.

For half a year, the Qingguang army was defeated and broken into pieces, crying for father and mother. They hurriedly rushed into a cyan treasure. The male cultivator's eyes showed a strange light, and he waved without making a sound. He took the treasure automatically, and he couldn't see it. Without looking at it, I threw it directly into the storage bag and walked slowly towards the next passage.

The third one is the twenty-fifth circle in the eight thousand and two box.

An indestructible golden column resisted the impact of the extreme orange light, and Wang Lu charged Ruyi forcefully:

Thousand knots.