Mortal Cultivator

Wang Lu was dressed in white, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, holding a spiritual sword and standing on the scorched earth of the ancient demon world.

The fierce battle with the Demon Lord just now had turned the surroundings into a dead and silent ruin, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of demon breath and burnt spiritual power. The Demon Lord's huge body, as big as a mountain, fell to the ground, his body was full of holes, his demon core was broken into powder, and his life was completely cut off.

Wang Lu sheathed his sword and looked up at the chaotic and dark sky of the ancient demon world. He did not feel much joy of victory in his heart, because he knew that this place was not a place to stay for a long time.

"Let's go!" Wang Lu shouted in a low voice, and several fellow disciples who came to practice together gathered around him.

Among these people, there is the smart and playful junior sister Su Yao, holding a magic fan, with slightly messy hair but still beautiful; there is also the calm and introverted senior brother Zhao Feng, with a huge sword on his back, exuding a resolute aura; the rest of the people are also elites from various sects, all of whom are exhausted at the moment, but are faintly excited by this victory.

Everyone followed Wang Lu and turned into several streams of light, rushing towards the edge of the ancient demon world.

As soon as he reached the border, Wang Lu's steps suddenly stopped and he looked back at the place where the magic fog was surging.

Su Yao was puzzled and pulled Wang Lu's sleeve: "Brother Wang, why don't you leave?" Wang Lu frowned and said in a deep voice: "Something is wrong. It's too easy to fight the Demon Lord this time.

Although we have made thorough preparations and our strength should not be underestimated, how can the Demon Lord be so vulnerable as the leader of the ancient demon world? There must be something strange behind it." When everyone heard this, their expressions became solemn and their hands unconsciously pressed towards their weapons.

At this moment, a creepy laugh suddenly came from the depths of the diffuse magic fog! This sound was like rolling thunder, with endless pressure and evil breath, surging with overwhelming force, directly hitting the eardrums of everyone present. In an instant, everyone felt their eardrums buzzing, as if they were torn apart by this powerful sound wave, and the pain was unbearable.

At the same time, the already extremely dense magic fog began to roll wildly, like a pot of boiling water, constantly emitting bubbles and smoke. Through the rolling magic fog, you can vaguely see that there seem to be countless black magic shadows moving rapidly in it. They appear and disappear from time to time, making it difficult to grasp their specific forms, but you can clearly feel that waves of powerful and unparalleled magic power are constantly permeating from it.

The power of these magic powers is not inferior to the powerful demon lord who just appeared! Its momentum was as majestic as the collapse of mountains and the bursting of rivers. Wherever it went, it set off gusts of wind and huge waves, causing the entire space to tremble.

Wang Lu's face changed: "Not good, it's the breath of the Demon Ancestor! It is rumored that there are several hidden Demon Ancestors in the ancient demon world. They have been dormant for a long time and have never appeared. Now I am afraid they are going to take action."

In an instant, several black shadows shot out from the magic mist at an extremely fast speed, and they appeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye. The leading Demon Ancestor was hunched but exuded amazing momentum. His eyes were like blood abysses, and his dry fingers stretched out. His nails were black and sharp, grabbing Wang Lu's throat. Wang Lu dodged to the side, and the spirit sword was instantly unsheathed. With a loud "ding" sound, a streak of sparks splashed, blocking the offensive of the Demon Ancestor. The other Demon Ancestors also found their opponents. For a while, the border land fell into chaos again.

Su Yao waved her magic fan, sending out gusts of spiritual wind, turning it into a sharp blade to cut the demon shadows, but the demon shadows continued to come, and she gradually became a little tired; Zhao Feng swung his giant sword in a circle, and each strike was wrapped with the power of splitting mountains, but he could only force the Demon Ancestor back a few steps, and it was difficult to cause substantial damage. Wang Lu, on the other hand, fought with the old Demon Ancestor for dozens of rounds, thinking in his heart that this Demon Ancestor was so powerful, his moves were strange and complicated, and mixed with ancient magic skills, and he was hard to defend against. The Demon Ancestor laughed strangely: "Little kid, you killed the Demon Lord of my clan, and you still want to escape unscathed? You will leave your life here today!" After saying that, the magic flames around his body surged, and he turned into a huge demon bird. With its wings spread, it set off a black storm and swept towards Wang Lu.

Wang Lu's eyes were firm, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly. The spiritual sword was buzzing, and the sword body was shining brightly, reflecting the complex spiritual patterns. He shouted loudly and used his unique sword technique "Galaxy Break". In an instant, sword shadows filled the sky, as if the galaxy was pouring back, and fiercely crashed into the demon bird. "Boom" a loud sound shook the earth, the light was dazzling, and the air wave lifted everyone several feet away. The demon bird wailed, and most of its body disappeared. The real body of the demon ancestor was revealed, and its breath was a little weak. Wang Lu took the opportunity to shout: "Retreat! If you don't leave, you will die here!"

Everyone understood, and tried to hold on to their injuries and ran towards the exit again. How could the demon ancestors give up? They chased after them relentlessly, and the demon breath stuck to everyone all the way. Seeing that the exit was in sight, a powerful magic barrier appeared out of thin air and blocked the way. The demon ancestors slowly gathered around, with ferocious and complacent expressions on their faces. Wang Lu gritted his teeth, took out several treasured talismans, and threw them out. The talismans exploded and turned into a surging spiritual power torrent, impacting the magic barrier. Taking advantage of the loosening of the magic barrier, everyone filed out.

As soon as he left the Ancient Demon Realm, Wang Lu felt dizzy and spat out a mouthful of blood. After a series of fierce battles, his spiritual power was overdrawn, and he was also eroded by the demonic aura, so his internal injuries were serious. Su Yao and others were anxious and surrounded him to help. Wang Lu waved his hands, forced himself to stand up, and looked at the entrance of the Ancient Demon Realm with a serious look: "Although we have escaped this time, there is a demon ancestor lurking in the Ancient Demon Realm, which will cause great disasters in the future. We have to go back and report, so that all sects can take precautions early."

Returning to Lingjian Mountain, Wang Lu went straight to the head hall. Master Xuanfeng, the master, was sitting on the futon. When he saw Wang Lu and others looking embarrassed, he frowned slightly and raised his hand, injecting a few soft spiritual powers into everyone's bodies to help stabilize their injuries. Wang Lu knelt down on one knee and detailed his experience in the ancient demon world. After listening to this, Master Xuanfeng looked solemn. He walked and pondered for a long time, and then said: "The Demon Ancestor of the ancient demon world has been hiding for many years. Now because you killed the Demon Lord and showed up, I am afraid that you are ambitious and want to break out of the world and cause harm to the world." . We at Lingjian Mountain will take the lead and convene various factions to discuss countermeasures. But now you need to retreat and recover your strength. You will inevitably have to fight tough battles in the future."

Wang Lu retreated to heal his wounds in the back mountain of Lingjian Mountain. The mountain was quiet except for the tinkling of the spiritual springs and the chirping of birds. With his five hearts facing the sky, he was running his spiritual power, and the damaged meridians in his body were slowly repaired under the nourishment of spiritual power. Every time a place is repaired, the light around it shines a little brighter. Seventy-seven forty-nine days later, Wang Lu broke through the barrier and came out. His spiritual power was more powerful than before, and his eyes opened and closed, revealing his brilliance.

At this time, all the sects gathered in Lingjian Mountain. The meeting hall was crowded with people, heads of various factions and elites were sitting around, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing. When Wang Lu walked into the palace, everyone looked at him with approval and expectation. Master Xuanfeng coughed lightly: "Everyone, you must have heard about the Demon Ancestor in the ancient demon world. Little friend Wang Lu brought back the news that the Demon Ancestor is extraordinary in strength and ambitious. If we don't make plans early, the world will be in danger. We are calling everyone together this time. , is to discuss strategies to defend against the enemy."

The leader of Laoshan stood up while stroking his beard: "In my opinion, we can set up a large sealing formation at the entrance of the ancient demon world to temporarily trap the demon ancestor and delay his birth." "That's inappropriate," Master Emei shook his head and retorted, "the demon ancestor is very powerful. , Ordinary large formations may be difficult to trap, and if there is a slight mistake, the formation will break and cause endless troubles." Everyone held their own opinions and argued endlessly. Wang Lu pondered for a moment, then cupped his hands and said, "Seniors and juniors, I have an idea. The Demon Ancestor is hiding for a bigger plot. Attacking or banning him is not the best option at the moment. It is better to send someone to sneak into the ancient demon world and secretly explore the Demon Ancestor's movements and weaknesses. Make another plan; at the same time, each sect will step up the training of disciples and reserve spiritual materials to prepare for the war." After hearing this, everyone whispered among themselves and felt that this plan was feasible.

The decision has been made, and each sect will act accordingly. Wang Lu took the initiative to ask for help and led a team of elites to enter the ancient demon world again. This operation was secretive, and everyone wore special black robes to hide their presence. After entering the realm, the demonic mist becomes thicker and thicker, and the demonic shadow hides in it, making strange sounds from time to time. Wang Lu used his spiritual sense and carefully explored the path. After walking for several miles, he suddenly saw a demon palace standing in the valley. The devil's palace is gloomy and majestic, and the door of the palace is closed, but there is a strong demonic power coming out of the door.

Wang Lu made a gesture, and everyone hid themselves and slowly approached. As I got closer, I discovered that there were hidden magic circles around the Demon Palace. If you are not careful, you can easily miss them. Wang Lu took out the spirit pattern cracking talisman and quietly placed it on the node of the magic circle. He chanted the magic spell lightly and the magic circle's light flashed and slowly dissipated. Everyone sneaked into the Demon Palace, which was dark. The walls were inlaid with magic crystals, emitting a faint light, reflecting the portraits of ancient demons. The eyes of the portraits were like living creatures, which was eerie and threatening.

Searching for the secret room at the back of the palace, Wang Lu found an ancient demon dossier, which recorded the secrets of the Demon Ancestor's cultivation and clues to his weaknesses. Just as he was about to put it away, the secret room suddenly shook and the alarm circle was triggered. Wang Lu secretly shouted that it was not good and led the crowd to break out. A large number of demon guards instantly emerged from the demon palace, and the figure of the demon ancestor also flashed on the top of the palace. "It's you little brat who has thrown yourself into the trap again!" Demon Ancestor shouted angrily, and the devil's palm struck down with overwhelming force. Wang Lu drew his sword to resist, while the others fought desperately, retreating while fighting. Fortunately, he was well prepared and managed to escape from the devil's palace in a thrilling manner with the help of hidden magic weapons and confusing magic talismans.

Returning to Lingjian Mountain, everyone studied how to deal with it based on the ancient demon files. Various sects improved their techniques and refined magical weapons based on this; Wang Lu practiced hard day and night, mastering the secret techniques he obtained, and his strength soared again. A few months later, the demonic power of the ancient demon world flourished, and the demon ancestor led an army to attack the gate in an attempt to break through the world. The various sects were ready and lined up in front of the gate. The sword formations and magic formations were shining brightly, ready to go.

The army of Demon Ancestors surged forward like a black tide, their demonic shadows were ferocious, and their roars shook the sky. Wang Lu stood at the head of the sword formation. With a wave of his spiritual sword, the sword formation took the lead in attacking. Thousands of sword shadows poured into the demonic army like pear blossoms in a rainstorm. The demon army resisted with its demonic body. The front row fell, and the back row immediately made up for it. Upon seeing this, the Demon Ancestor took action himself, using his demonic power, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and demonic flames and black thunder rolled towards the formations of the factions. The leaders of all the factions took action together, and their spiritual power gathered into a light curtain to resist the Demon Ancestor's attack.

While the fierce battle was going on, Wang Lu saw the right moment, transformed into a stream of light, and stabbed the Demon Ancestor directly. Demon Ancestor was distracted in resisting the sword formation, and without noticing, he was approached by Wang Lu. Wang Lu devoted all his spiritual power and used the strongest sword technique "Chaos Breaking the Sky". The light of the spiritual sword skyrocketed, like the scorching sun, and penetrated straight into the Demon Ancestor's chest. Demon Ancestor's eyes widened and he roared unwillingly. His body slowly dissipated and his demonic power was greatly reduced. Seeing the death of the Demon Ancestor, the demon army's morale was in chaos. Various factions took advantage of the situation to cover up the killings. The demon army retreated steadily and returned to the ancient demon world.

After this battle, the vitality of the ancient demon world was severely damaged, the demon ancestor died, and the remaining evil spirits lay dormant. Wang Lu and the heroes of various factions returned triumphantly, and were admired by the world. On the top of Lingjian Mountain, Wang Lu stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance. He knew in his heart that the peace in the world was only temporary, and there would be unknown challenges in the future. But as long as he had the thought of protection in his heart and a sword in his hand, he would have nothing to fear and he would be able to protect the mountains and rivers. .

I saw that Wang Lu's figure at this moment was extremely embarrassing! His originally spotless, white-as-snow gown was now in tatters, with large and small holes and rips everywhere where the clothes fluttered. The corners of his clothes were mercilessly burned by the demonic flames, turning black and curled, as if they would break and fall off at any time.

And his shiny black hair was not spared either, it had long lost its former neatness and suppleness. They were scattered messily on both sides of the cheeks, some stuck tightly to the skin, others were flying freely, and some even faintly revealed wisps of strange devilish breath. These demonic breaths lingered in his hair like black smoke, making the whole person look even more sinister and terrifying.

I saw a subtle but shocking crack suddenly appeared in the ancient demon world that was chaotic and dark, full of endless darkness and mysterious aura. Accompanied by a low and dull roar, a figure staggered out of the crack.

This man's face was as pale as paper and his clothes were ragged, as if he had experienced a thrilling battle of life and death. He staggered forward, and every step he took seemed extremely heavy and laborious. Finally, he stepped out of the gap and stepped into the dream-like realm of the fairy world filled with immortal energy.

The moment he showed up, an unbearable pain suddenly hit him. He felt his chest surge, and a fishy-sweet smell suddenly surged in his throat. Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out uncontrollably, shooting straight into the sky like a blood arrow. Then, the blood fell to the ground like raindrops, splashing a scarlet color.

The blood spilled on the ground looked particularly eye-catching against the fairy clouds as white as snow, just like the red plum blossoms blooming in this cloud-shrouded and beautiful fairyland.

This fierce battle taking place in the ancient and mysterious demon world is truly thrilling! He was alone in this realm full of darkness and evil forces, facing an extremely powerful enemy - the Demon King. After an arduous and fierce battle, he finally relied on his extraordinary strength and fearless courage to successfully kill the feared Demon Lord with his sword.

However, just when he had just achieved this victory, misfortune quietly struck him. Several hidden secret hands under Demon Ancestor suddenly launched a sneak attack. These insidious and cunning attacks were as cunning and vicious as poisonous snakes, and they instantly hit him who was unprepared. In an instant, he felt as if his internal organs had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and the pain was unbearable. At the same time, the meridians in his body also became disordered due to the strong impact, and the true energy that was originally running smoothly was in chaos. It's like a wild horse running wild that is hard to control.

Although he suffered such a heavy blow, he has a deep and solid foundation and a tenacious will that is beyond ordinary people. Even though his body was on the verge of collapse, he still gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold himself back from falling. Every breath was accompanied by heartbreaking pain, and every step required a huge effort, but he never gave up. He only had one firm belief in his heart: he must get out of this terrible place alive!

"Wang Lu!" An exclamation came from afar. The visitor was Fairy Yunmiao, the deacon of the Immortal Palace. She was wearing a flowing aqua blue skirt, her face was beautiful, and her eyebrows were full of anxiety and concern. Seeing Wang Lu's miserable appearance, she quickly waved her jade hand and used a warm fairy power to turn into a brocade cloud. She gently held up Wang Lu's shaky body, "Why is it so injured? Don't say anything, I will take you back to the fairy immediately." Palace!" Wang Lu smiled weakly and joked: "The fairy's arrival makes me feel that the embarrassment is worth it... Ahem..." Before he could finish his words, he coughed again.

Fairy Yunmiao was so anxious that she turned Wang Lu into a stream of light and arrived at the majestic fairy palace in an instant. The Immortal Palace has white jade steps and purple gold beams, and clouds and mist circulate between the palaces. In the past, this was a place where Wang Lu was high-spirited, but now he had no intention of enjoying the scenery. After being sent directly to the exclusive quiet room, Fairy Yunmiao quickly set up several forbidden magic circles to isolate the fluctuations of external spiritual power to prevent being disturbed during the healing process; she also took out many rare healing elixirs from the Qiankun bag, all of which were from the Immortal Palace. It takes a hundred years to collect it. "Wang Lu, quickly take this Nine Revolutions Resurrection Pill to stabilize the injury." The pill melts in the mouth and turns into a powerful medicinal power. Wang Lu quickly uses his spiritual power to guide the damaged meridians as if they are broken rivers, and the medicinal power flows freely. The pain made him break into a cold sweat.

Before he could calm down, the elders of the Immortal Palace heard the sound and came over. The chief elder, Master Xuan Feng, had white hair like snow but was in good spirits. With a glance, he realized that Wang Lu's injury was difficult and he said in a deep voice: "This injury affects the spiritual roots, so ordinary healing methods may not be effective. The ancient demon world's magic skills Weird, the devil's breath invades too deeply, so it is necessary to use the immortal palace's spiritual spring to suppress the palace and the ancient purification magic, a two-pronged approach. , cleanse the evil spirit and repair the spiritual roots." At that moment, several elders started to prepare, opening the seal of the spiritual spring, causing the spiritual spring to flow into the quiet room and turn into a spiritual pool with rich spiritual power; Master Xuanfeng personally performed the purification immortal technique. , handprints flew, and spiritual lines disappeared into the pool, causing the spring water to sparkle and bubbles to bubble.

Wang Lu took off his clothes and stepped into the Lingtan. In an instant, warmth and severe pain hit him at the same time. The power of the spiritual spring is like a fine steel needle, piercing every inch of the damaged body and strangling the stubborn evil spirits; the purification fairy formula is like a smart whisk, combing out the disordered meridians. Wang Lu gritted his teeth and endured it, beads of sweat rolled down his face, causing small splashes of water on the surface of the pool. He kept making seals with his hands, mobilizing his own spiritual power to cater to the external force. At first, the devil's breath resisted and surged and roared in the body, causing ink ripples in the pond; but as time went by, under the continuous erosion of the immortal power, the devil's breath gradually weakened and dissipated into wisps of black smoke.

On the first day of seclusion, Wang Lu struggled to survive the purification of his spiritual power. He felt as if his body had been hammered a thousand times and he was extremely exhausted. But he didn't dare to relax, so he took advantage of the demonic breath to recede, and hurriedly crossed his legs at the bottom of the pool, closed his eyes and concentrated, running the "Galaxy Soul Control Technique" to absorb the spiritual power of the spiritual spring and nourish the exhausted spiritual sea. The spiritual power of the spiritual spring is pure and mellow, flowing into the spiritual sea like stars returning home. The dry land is revitalized. The damaged edges of the spiritual sea slowly heal, and the whirlpool of spiritual power gradually turns from weak to powerful.

Three days later, Fairy Yunmiao outside the quiet room was filled with worries and stood on tiptoe from time to time. It was the time for food delivery that day. She pushed the stone door gently and saw that Wang Lu's whole body was shining with light, and his spiritual power was running smoothly, and her heart dropped a little. On the plate is a carefully prepared celestial mushroom spiritual meal, which contains abundant spiritual power. Eating it can help strengthen the body and strengthen the body. Wang Lu opened his eyes and smiled at her: "Excuse me, fairy. With this meal, recovery will be faster." His words were free and easy, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt soreness in his arm, which made him frown slightly.

When the injury was 50% improved, troubles ensued. The forbidden array in the quiet room suddenly moved. A burst of cold air seeped from the gaps in the array, turning into a demonic shadow with teeth and claws. Wang Lu opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as an eagle, and snorted coldly: "The remnants of the Demon Ancestor still dare to attack!" It turned out that the Demon Ancestor was not willing to allow Wang Lu to escape, and secretly sent his demonic thoughts to the fragments of Wang Lu's clothes, taking advantage of his wounds to heal and the magic circle to loosen. Find a gap and enter. When the demonic shadow attacked, Wang Lu responded hastily and formed a seal with one hand to create the Immortal Palm Wind. However, due to the inconvenience of healing and the lack of spiritual power, only half of the demonic shadow was dispersed. The demonic shadow regrouped and attacked more fiercely. Wang Lu had an idea and activated the spiritual spring to turn into a water curtain cage, temporarily trapping the demonic shadow.

Elder Xuanfeng sensed the movement and quickly came for reinforcements. Together with Wang Lu, he sacrificed the "Nine-Yang Glazed Tower", the sacred weapon of the Immortal Palace. Burned down. "Humph, the Demon Ancestor is determined to be a thief. He needs to add more protection in the future to heal his wounds." The elder looked gloomy, and immediately strengthened the magic circle and added concealment restrictions to prevent further sneak attacks. After this battle, Wang Lu suffered considerable losses. Fortunately, the spiritual power of the spiritual spring continued to flow, and he devoted himself to recuperating for several days, and his injuries gradually reached 70%.

The injury improved, but distracting thoughts emerged. Wang Lu recalled what he saw in the ancient demon world, the miserable appearance of the people after being demonized, and the broken and desolate scenery of mountains and rivers. He felt heartbroken and blamed himself. He also thought about the many hidden dangers lurking in the demon world. The demon ancestors have not been eliminated, and there is a risk of the leakage of magic secrets. He is worried and uneasy. That night, the demons in his heart took advantage of the situation and took the form of the faces of his beloved relatives and friends, urging him to give up this difficult journey to immortality: "Wang Lu, you are scarred and the dangers in the future are unknown. Why bother to persevere?" Wang Lu's eyes were firm and he shouted angrily: " Don't mess with my mind! Now that I have entered the path of immortality, it is our mission to protect the common people and quell the chaos of demons. How can we back down?" After saying this, he mobilized his spiritual power to attack the inner demons, and the light around his body flourished, and the inner demons' wails disappeared.

After more than a month, Wang Lu's injury finally reached 90%. The spiritual power of Lingtan was almost dry. He broke out of the barrier, dressed in white clothes as clean as ever, with a tall and straight figure, eyes as deep as hidden stars, and the immortal power around him was restrained but even more profound. Fairy Yunmiao had been waiting outside for many days. When she saw that he had recovered, she cried with joy and said, "I have been waiting for you. I will be more careful in the future after this rebirth." Wang Lu thanked the fairy for her concern and everyone's help.

At this time, the bells of the Immortal Palace rang urgently. In the main hall, all the immortals gathered together, and the atmosphere was solemn. It turns out that there are frequent changes in the ancient demon world, and the demon army seems to be gathering again to attack the boundary between immortals and demons. The spies come to report that the demon ancestor is using secret methods to reshape the body of the demon king. Once successful, the war between immortals and demons may break out again. Wang Lu took a step forward and offered his tassel: "This time the ancient demon world has returned. Thanks to the all-out healing from the Immortal Palace, I know a thing or two about the methods of the demon ancestor and the deployment of the demon army. I am willing to lead the vanguard to the border to survey and wait for opportunities to destroy the demon ancestor's plan. "The immortals whispered to each other, and after weighing the pros and cons, Elder Xuanfeng nodded and promised: "In that case, Wang Lu, this trip is difficult and dangerous, so you must do it according to your ability. The Immortal Palace is your backing. If you encounter a crisis, please come back quickly for help."

Wang Lu accepted the order, went back to his room to tidy up, put on his spiritual sword, put on his spiritual talisman, and led a team of elite immortals to the border between immortals and demons. Halfway through the journey, I saw demonic clouds rolling over the border in the distance, like dark clouds pressing down on the border in the apocalypse; the demonic army roared and roared, and the sound waves shook the void.

His eyes were condensed, and he unsheathed his sword. The sword buzzed, as if he couldn't wait to kill all the evil spirits: "All the immortals listen to my orders and follow me to meet the enemy! Protect the peace of my immortal world. This battle will be won!" After saying this, he took the lead and rushed into the demon cloud. , the immortals behind him shouted in response, the immortal light shone, the sword shadows flew, and a battle began. Wang Lu's figure was firm and resolute, piercing the core of the demon army like a sharp blade, continuing to write his magnificent, fearless and regretless immortal journey legend.