Mortal's journey to immortality

Nian Yu was severely injured, and the destruction of two phantoms with 70% of her strength made her feel a little uneasy.

As for where this uneasiness came from, she didn't know. After thinking about it for a while, it must be related to the subsequent struggle in the inner circle.

It is not impossible to lose to the enemy and be buried in it.

Put away your thoughts. When an opportunity presents itself, you must seize it. What is supposed to come will always come. You cannot escape, let alone hide.

In her opinion, there should be one more level to complete the middle of the giant island.

The creatures stationed at the next level should be more difficult to deal with.

A hundred years ago, when she was chosen to be the destined person in the corner of the South China Sea, she collected a large amount of relevant information from all directions.

What she encountered until now was completely different from the past. The descriptions and descriptions were like two completely unrelated spatial regions. She was greatly puzzled.

The tests and difficulties she encountered were far greater than before. After all these years, she had only gained one treasure. Could it be that, apart from constantly breaking through levels, she really had nothing?

So weird.

I am puzzled by the explanation. I need to recover from my injuries first and pass the next level smoothly. The inner circle is the magical place where treasures emerge one after another.

Nianyu's thoughts were determined, and Qingsha covered her jade face again, revealing only two eyes as bright as stars.

He took out a pure white jade bottle, swallowed a pure and flawless high-grade Qinglong Huanling Pill into his belly, made a unique gesture, and recovered with his eyes, nose, nose, and heart.

Time passed, and Wang Lu flew in the endless swamp for two years.

In the past two years, except for the occasional meditation and breath adjustment, he has not missed a single breath, working at full speed and with full firepower.

It was as if there was a voice constantly urging him to get to the next level as soon as possible.

Half a month later, a mysterious blue light door appeared on the dark horizon in the distance.

The light door is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a thick black void, like a torch in the dark night, it is so obvious that it is difficult not to see it.

This void was as dark as a broken sky. If he fell into it, no matter where he went, his life would be at stake, which made him feel frightened.

Half an hour later, Wang Lu came to the boundless void in front of him. If he took a step forward, he would fall.

It was like standing on a cliff that didn't know how deep, far, or high it was. Once he was pushed down gently, his body would inevitably be broken into pieces. Even if he was very courageous, his legs could not help but tremble.

When he looked back, he saw a land that was vast, rich in aura, and solid. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, and he seemed to have confidence in his heart, which allowed him to breathe a little easier.

Looking at the blue-light-filled door not far away, which seemed to be embedded in the void, Wang Lu hesitated. This place seemed to be too quiet and strangely abnormal.

Doesn’t it mean that there must be a monster when something goes wrong?

In his opinion, he should be able to pass through the light gate with a single leap, but he was too tight to move.

Due to the owner of the Cape of the South China Sea's superb knowledge of space, the blue light door may appear to be close at hand, but in reality it is far away.

Thinking of this, my hair stood on end suddenly.

If this happens, it will inevitably fall into a black space that is as big as a monster.

Furthermore, once you fly into it, will there be some unexpected changes and dangers in the void?

The inexplicable, unknown, and unpredictable are the most frightening.

Wang Lu is also a human being, and he also has fears.

a long time......

Time is tight, I'm afraid of a ball, I can't control that much.

The next level is right in front of you, just pass through the light gate.

Wang Lu frowned and took out a low-grade sword-shaped magic weapon obtained from Lie Huo Xiong's lair from his storage bag.

His expression was aroused with some doubts and uneasiness, a red light glowed on the sword body, and with a movement of his magic power, the spirit sword rushed toward the blue light gate as fast as thunder.

"Wow!"

The blue light surged gently like a wave, and without a breath, the spirit sword passed through the light door with red light without any abnormal movement.

Wang Lu concentrated on sensing every move of the spiritual sword in the process, and suddenly, a paradoxical spiritual feeling came to his heart...

He was suddenly shaken all over and dumbfounded.

As if he had traveled through endless space in an instant, he once again magically returned to the underground space of the Six Talisman Gate in Northern Xinjiang.

I saw the unknown old man with a white beard once again using his finger as a pen to draw hundreds of light rays of different colors in the air. The light rays shuttled, intertwined and intertwined, and soon formed a mysterious and profound pattern. It came into his eyes and shined into his heart.

So real, so mysterious.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but follow the gesture, but before he could draw two lines, there was a pain in his head that hurt to the bone marrow.

Wang Lu suddenly opened his eyes, sweating all over his body. After a brief moment of sensing, his powerful spiritual consciousness was almost withered and withered. It was only worth two colored rays, which greatly damaged his spiritual consciousness and shocked him beyond measure.

What on earth is your mother's mysterious pattern?

Although I remembered its appearance, I had completely forgotten the process of drawing it.

If it hadn't been for the old man's flash of retrospect just now, it would have been impossible for me to paint with him in order to remember it.

However, he did not expect at all, nor did he feel that just two simple rays of light would almost kill him.

It’s too dangerous and too mysterious.

Fortunately, something even more wonderful happened. As I began to draw, my mind became as clear as a mirror regarding the entire process of pattern formation.

Wang Lu knew that he would never forget it again, he had written it down thoroughly.

Looking up at this strange blue light door, Wang Lu showed a knowing smile.

A kind of ethereal, far-reaching and profound understanding gradually emerged in my heart.

It's just that it comes and goes even faster, like a flash in the pan, fleeting.

His consciousness was overwhelmed, and Wang Lu was exhausted. If he didn't start to recover, his foundation might be damaged.

Sitting cross-legged, he no longer cared about cherishing the ten thousand years of spiritual wine. He drank the rest of the spiritual wine in the bottle, made a hand with his hands, and white smoke rose from the top of his head and quickly enveloped him.

Wang Lu fell into deep recovery.

At the same time, in the swamp, a shocking incident was coming towards him silently, and it was coming faster and faster.

If Wang Lu has not yet awakened when it comes, no matter how strong he is or how incredible his magical powers are, he will be swept away by the torrent and die.

It seems that the tremendous opportunity and the ecstasy in my heart just now are not without price.

The price is the call of death and the harvest of death.

Can Wang Lu devote everything he has to winning the race against time and escaping?