Above the Immortal Cultivation

As soon as the voice fell, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had come out of nothing.

In shock, Wang Lu looked around, trying his best to find the source of the voice.

However, the entire space was extremely empty, and even the clouds in the distance did not change at all.

If he had not been injured at the peak, he might have been able to detect a clue. After being seriously injured, his consciousness had dropped to the level of the middle stage of foundation building. Using his consciousness to explore the space outside also faintly affected the injuries in his sea of ​​consciousness, making him grimace and sweat in pain.

Therefore, before he recovered, he would not rashly use his consciousness unless it was absolutely necessary. He would only use it after his sea of ​​consciousness recovered. The sea of ​​consciousness is the foundation of the consciousness.

Wang Lu did not question the authenticity of the voice just now. He gritted his teeth and stood up. Even though his legs were shaking, he supported a stick that came from nowhere and walked towards the huge castle step by step.

The distance of five miles, with his body movement before he was injured, could be reached in less than ten breaths, but now it seemed as far as a natural chasm.

Wang Lu could only move about three feet with one step, and every step he took greatly affected his injuries. He had to stop and take a few deep breaths, rest a little, and then take the next step.

In this way, under the attention of the two ancient beasts, Wang Lu moved towards the castle step by step.

There was only one stick of incense left before an hour, and Wang Lu finally arrived in front of the castle. Looking at this extremely wide and towering castle, and the wide and tall gate of fifty feet wide and thirty feet high, the gate was entangled with clouds and mist, and the scene inside was not clear at all. He looked at the two beasts at least thirty feet high next to him, and he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

He couldn't help but cursed in his heart: Where the hell are you, what are you doing, why did you let me appear here for no reason, is this the real tomb of the underworld, if it is the tomb of the underworld, why did the voice just now say to enter the secret realm instead of the tomb of the underworld?

A series of questions kept flashing in his mind, none of which Wang Lu could answer, which made him feel the fear of the unknown and deeply unwilling?

Anything can only be fearless if it is in your own hands. Now he knows nothing about everything in front of him, including what he has experienced. How can he not feel afraid?

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying without any reason, without any reason. That is really a death with unclosed eyes and a death worth noting.

Wang Lu came to the gate, leaning on a stick, watching the turbulent wind and clouds inside the gate. He has been holding back and not going in. As long as he takes a step forward, he will really enter the secret realm.

He just wanted to see if it was true as the strange voice said, "If you don't enter the secret realm, you will be wiped out."

This fucking empty space, he didn't believe that these two ancient beasts could come back to life and swallow him up?

However, when the word "five in the last five breaths" sounded in his mind, he almost jumped into the gate without hesitation.

Time and space seemed to have undergone indescribable changes the moment he jumped into the gate. It seemed that a long time had passed, maybe only a few breaths, and a five-story pagoda in yellow and green shaded by the forest came into his sight.

This is a mountain forest. After Wang Lu sensed it slightly, it was about ten miles in radius.

The sky was still clear, and the mountain breeze blew in gusts, refreshing and with the unique smell of the mountain trees here. After carefully examining these mountain trees, Wang Lu discovered that these mountain trees were actually extremely rare Bodhi trees.

This tree has a slender and straight trunk. It will only grow three feet tall every thousand years. Every three feet, two arms-thick, one-foot-long horizontal branches will grow. After the Bodhi tree breaks through to ten feet in height, it will only grow another three feet every three thousand years.

The Bodhi tree in front of me is estimated to be no less than ten feet tall, which means that the Bodhi tree has been growing here for a hundred thousand years.

The Bodhi tree can not only remove the inner demons, but also is the supreme spiritual material for refining top-level wood magic weapons, and is the only main material for refining top-level flying treasures. In particular, the Bodhi tree that is tens of thousands of years old is very rare in today's cultivation world, and its value far exceeds that of ten thousand-year-old spiritual grass. Whenever a small section of the Bodhi tree appears in the market, it is a fierce scramble.

And now, there are no less than a thousand Bodhi trees that are tens of thousands of years old standing neatly here, like cabbages, everywhere, which is simply too shameless.

Wang Lu wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes gradually turned red, and a fiery and strong desire to collect these Bodhi trees came to his mind.

"Alas"

He sighed, thinking about it, he only regretted that it was difficult to cut down these Bodhi trees, not to mention collecting them.

Once the Bodhi tree is more than ten feet high, the tree trunk is three times stronger than the golden Gang. If it is before the injury, using the sharpness of the six-star arched moon blade, it may take three to five months to cut off one. With his current miserable condition, even if he cuts day and night, he may not be able to cut down one in ten years.

Wang Lu immediately abandoned this tempting thought. In a radius of ten miles, except for the Bodhi tree, it was surrounded by clouds and mist.

I don’t know what exists in these clouds and mists?

The pagoda is 55 zhang high. Excluding the top and the finial, each floor is 10 zhang high. The pagoda is antique, with an octagonal plan. Each corner is like a yellow crescent moon. Several exquisite yellow and green wind chimes are hung under the eaves, which is very unique. The finial has a very peculiar shape, like a tiny, hovering candle dragon, high above, looking down on everything.

The whole pagoda is not like other ordinary pagodas. It gradually shrinks from bottom to top, and the size of each layer is almost the same. The whole pagoda is like a cast of loess and green tree sap, giving people a heavy, steady but vibrant feeling.

The pagoda is located in the center of the entire mountain forest, with a radius of 300 feet. Wang Lu is now in front of an arched stone door of the pagoda. Just when Wang Lu was hesitating whether to step into it, the cold voice sounded again:

"Trialist, this pagoda is called the Earth-born Treasure Temple of All Things. You will have five months to reach the top of the pagoda. Each time you pass a layer, you will have different rewards based on your current situation. If you fail to break through to the top of the pagoda within five months, it will be directly erased. From now on, the trial is officially opened and the countdown begins."

Just when Wang Lu wanted to raise some doubts in his heart, the voice dissipated again between heaven and earth.

At the same time, in this mysterious secret realm, there is a similar pagoda, but this pagoda is red and yellow. In addition, the pagoda is located in a desert with a radius of ten miles. The sand looks like gold grains, which are actually very rare top-level spiritual materials, Jinyu Lingsha.

On the third floor of the pagoda, a mid-Yuanying cultivator from Feng Yanzong is fighting against five mid-Yuanying puppets of the same realm. The puppets have very strong defenses and can emit a strange fire called "burning flames", which are very difficult to deal with.

He has been fighting with these five puppets here for a whole hour.

Inadvertently, he was burned by a ray of burning flames on his arm. Suddenly, his arm seemed intact, but the meridians and blood inside were burning violently, and along his arm, quickly moving towards his body.

Unable to stop it, he used a magic weapon to ruthlessly cut off the entire arm. The arm was ashes before it fell to the ground, but he also avoided the fate of being burned to ashes.

He looked gloomily at the five expressionless puppets that kept coming at him. He regretted very much at this moment. After getting the treasure on the second floor that made him extremely excited, he stepped into the third floor impatiently.

Why didn't he restore his mana to full before entering the third floor of the pagoda!

After an incense stick, his mana was finally exhausted. After using all means to smash three puppets, he still fell under the spiritual swords of the last two puppets. The puppets spewed out a wisp of burning flames. In an instant, he twisted his body violently and screamed in pain.

In less than three breaths, he turned into ashes under the burning flames and drifted in the pagoda.

Until his death, he didn't understand what this so-called secret realm was called.

Let alone why this secret realm existed and where it came from?