Mortal's journey to immortality

Three years passed by, and Yu Ningzhi went to visit Wang Lu from time to time. Except for the slightly thicker black light around him, there were no signs of waking up, which showed that he was seriously injured. It was a miracle that he could survive to this day.

The time is speechless and the years are quiet.

Go again in eighteen years.

At this time of early autumn, the red sea trees on Fangzhu Island have red leaves that look like fire, which is a sign that they are ripe.

A strong wind blew up, red leaves were flying all over the sky, a mountain rain was about to come, the sky suddenly darkened, and soon, a "crackling" heavy rain fell from the sky. The leaves were covered with rain and fell to the ground one after another, leaving a few remaining red leaves on the branches that stubbornly persisted.

The wind was howling, the rain was pouring, and the sea fog outside was heavy and heavy, deep and hazy, wrapping the entire Fangzhu Island tightly.

A gray figure walked slowly in the wind and rain.

In the evening, Wang Lu rubbed his hazy eyes and woke up from his room.

Listening to the strong wind and rain outside, I smiled, stretched my body as if it had not been active for a long time, stood up slowly, walked out of the room, walked out of the hall, and came to the courtyard.

"Wow."

The rain instantly soaked him, but he didn't care. Feeling the slight coolness in his body, he finally felt a touch of heat and cold. He was no longer numb, but felt very comfortable.

"call."

The strong wind suddenly blew his long hair, and the long hair covered his face. Through the messy hair, the outside was full of mist, and he was reincarnated.

He walked away step by step and came to the seaside. The waves roared high and roared. He stepped in the air and his body blended into the sea mist.

Rain, fog, clouds and mountains overlap, and the mountains of Fangzhu Island are rolling.

After crossing a mountain peak and walking to the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, several dilapidated stone houses were crumbling.

Wang Lu walked into the withered courtyard with disheveled hair and "hey". The central patio was covered with yellow and green moss. He walked to the corridor and sat down in the aisle. Raindrops fell along the cracks of the tiles like lines, splashing and breaking, and he Watching intently, fascinated...

Unknowingly, the memory returned to the scene of the decisive battle between the Kong family cultivators.

The yellow talisman cloud was tattered and useless after two bombardments. In this process, Xue Tong performed a miraculous feat.

Under Xue Tong's gaze, he found the time difference between the nine people's joint bombardment and the very short pause and the small loopholes in it, and then he withstood it.

In the face of a powerful enemy, at a critical moment of life and death, apart from the strength of his body and less than half of his mana, only the Sky Stick still has the power to fight.

After blocking Kong Ren's magical sword power, more people died than others.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed into his mind, "Infinite" flashed into his mind, like a dark cloud passing by with white light, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

Infinite, endless, unstoppable.

He remained silent, his snow pupils fully opened. With one step, the sea sank, and the sea surface collapsed. A heavy backlash force was pressed under his feet. With another step, "boom", the sea crater was formed again, and the two sea craters connected and merged. , the backlash was surprisingly powerful, but he still refused to give up.

Step three, step four, step five, step six, seven, eight...

Still not enough, far from enough.

Nanhai is angry. With its power, who dares to trample it under their feet? This is a great humiliation to it.

After another ten steps or so, the anger of the South China Sea has reached the sky, its blood is boiling, and it will use its fifty-mile plunge into the sea to destroy this humble human race, which is as insignificant as ants and dogs, using its own unparalleled power. Torn apart, no bones left.

Blessed by the back pressure of the South China Sea, the skin, muscles, bones, meridians, blood vessels, blood orifices, extraordinary meridians, internal organs, and various organs... were all in danger of being torn apart. Wang Lu endured the pain. It hurt. At the same time, the sky-supporting stick also felt a shocking force. It moved, and it tried its best to relieve the pressure on Wang Lu.

Getting heavier and heavier, becoming more and more unsuppressable, Nanhai is like a spring that has been compressed to the extreme.

Wang Lu pressed his body against the sea.

Finally, a thunderous silent roar suddenly erupted.

Suddenly, the world was turned upside down, and the speed was as fast as an arrow, like light, or like lightning. In the blink of an eye, Wang Lu and the sky-supporting rod were all ablaze, and an unparalleled golden sun exploded...

"Crack, click, click, click."

Wang Lu's muscles were torn, his meridians were shattered, and his organs were shattered... His body was in chaos, falling apart one after another, like a flying meteor, extinguished in a flash.

It's over, this was his last thought, and he immediately fell into suspended animation.

"Ok!"

The picture was like a receding tide, and Wang Lu's blurred eyes suddenly had a glimmer of light. He stood up calmly, looking at the windy and rainy world, and couldn't help but sigh, how lucky he was to still be alive.

In fact, there are three main reasons why he can survive death.

First, when he was backlashed by the huge power of the South China Sea, his body was a mess, like countless sharp blades slashing wildly, the invisible and cold demonic substance appeared again, and it calmed down the shock force with its greatest strength, soothing him. Flat, dismembered, if there is no demonic substance, death will be inevitable.

Secondly, at that moment, it felt that its master could not bear the weight of the sky-supporting rod. It suddenly woke up and directly took away 99% of the strength and added it to itself. After it was destroyed, it uniquely showed one millionth of its charm during the "Wrath of War", but this was not without cost. It returned to the state of collapse that had worsened for countless years. If it was not repaired to a certain extent, If we fight again, we might not be able to go back.

In the end, it was Wang Lu's own strength that made his body quite strong. Otherwise, even with the decomposition of the Heaven-supporting Rod and the decomposition of the Demonic Material, he would not be able to survive and would have to die in the boundless backlash force of the South China Sea.

He knew nothing about these, especially the sky-supporting stick that had turned into gold threads. The bright golden color in the past had become dim.

Soon the night passed, the sky cleared up, and a red sun broke through the fog and black clouds, shining on Wang Luzhi who was sitting upright. He opened his eyes and stood up, feeling very calm. After thinking about it all night, he continued. What you have to do next is clear in your mind.

"what."

He clenched his fist and shouted softly, but he still lacked strength, otherwise he would never have been injured so seriously, and twenty-three years of precious time were wasted in vain.

It is imperative to reach the Soul Realm. As for cultivation, it is a problem. Who makes the vampire "Six Talisman" so edible?

He vaguely felt that within the next hundred years, the South China Sea would undergo major changes.

Since he developed the Snow Eyes, it was as if his eyes had been opened, and there were a lot of inexplicable feelings that seemed to be absent, giving him a strange spiritual sense of "seeking good luck and avoiding evil".

Hey, Xue Tong deserves to be ranked third among the top ten spiritual eyes.