Above the Immortal Cultivation

The Tianyun Secret Realm has a very unique place. To enter the Tianyun in the central area from the eight domains, one must pass the final test to achieve it.

The tests of the eight domains are different, and they will be adjusted accordingly according to the different cultivation and strength of each entrant, and the difficulty of each time is also different.

At the same time, the eight domains are not connected and do not interfere with each other. It is extremely difficult to enter from one domain to another. There are endless space storms and space cracks between the two domains. In the hundreds of thousands of years since the secret realm was opened, no one has ever gone from one domain to another. This is the iron rule of the Tianyun Secret Realm.

For example, if Wang Lu wants to go to Tianrong in the north or Tianze in the east, it is simply wishful thinking. The space between the two domains will strangle him to death. Even a strong man in the God Transformation Stage may lose his life if he enters it, let alone a cultivator in the Golden Core Stage.

Even the ruthless man of the Lingyun Sect more than 30,000 years ago did not try it. It is extremely dangerous and there is no return.

Wang Lu walked through the primitive jungle with ancient trees covering the sky and no light at all.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness was completely useless. As long as he emitted a little, it would be like being pricked by a needle, causing severe pain and hurting his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fortunately, his vision after physical training could still see five feet away even in such a dark and strange environment. However, as the ancient trees became taller and denser, he was completely trapped in darkness. His vision gradually narrowed from five feet to two feet. Often, he would "clang" and hit the tree that was dozens of times harder than iron before he could take a few steps, making him dizzy.

So, he moved forward carefully, almost step by step like a snail. Those ancient trees were too big, with the smallest diameter being more than ten feet, and the largest even dozens of feet.

Seeing these monster-like ancient trees, a sudden spiritual light surged into his heart:

The four sacred trees, Fusang, Jianmu, Xunmu and Ruomu.

The emerald green branch that he obtained in the mysterious castle when he rescued Xu Kui in the Western Desert is very similar to the legendary Ruomu.

In the battle between the human and demon races, after the decisive battle with Fang Tian, ​​although he lost all consciousness and passed out, he strangely appeared in the Silver Palace Square. All the things in the storage bag were intact, but only the branch disappeared. Could it be that the branch saved him?

This made him have a rough guess about his survival.

However, there are too few descriptions and introductions about the four sacred trees in the world. There are so few that almost no one knows what the four sacred trees are used for. The key is that the four sacred trees are all ancient things and have disappeared in the rolling torrent of time, leaving not many real records.

Most of the records are fabricated by later generations.

For ten days, Wang Lu was walking on thin ice in the depths of the dark Tianlin. He was afraid that some powerful monster would suddenly attack him.

He was extremely cautious and careful during the nearly 1,000-mile journey. Fortunately, he did not encounter any monsters. Except for the huge ancient trees that blocked out the sky, all the creatures seemed to be extinct, which made him feel more and more terrified.

In fact, in Tianlin Territory, except for him, he did not meet even one person.

Three hundred people, eight areas, on average, there were at least 35 people. Did the others die in the mouth of Tianlin monsters?

This was the most powerful group of entrants in the history of the secret realm. It was impossible that they could not even deal with the monsters?

In fact, there were quite a few people who were teleported to Tianlin Territory by the vortex, a total of 39 people, but 28 people died at the hands of Kuang Dao Wuji, and the other nine people, like the unlucky late Jindan cultivator Wang Lu met, died in the belly of the monster.

There must be something wrong when things are abnormal!

He tried his best to concentrate all his attention and had to be more cautious.

Indeed, something unexpected happened to him.

On the eleventh day, when his sight was less than three feet, his eyes suddenly lit up. In his astonishment, a vast plain appeared under his feet. Three hundred feet away, there was still a tall, towering ancient tree on the opposite side. They were like an army neatly arranged and imposing, just waiting for his arrival.

Seeing this, Wang Lu felt cold all over his body. This vast and lush ancient tree exuded a strong and sharp breath of life, as if it could be resurrected at any time.

"Bah!"

Wang Lu cursed loudly, what he thought came true.

Hundreds of round wooden stakes three feet long, one foot in diameter, as sharp as swords, broke through the air with bursts of whistling sounds from a very far distance where the end could not be seen. Wang Lu did not think about it and immediately retreated to the jungle behind him.

There was a loud "bang" sound!

Wang Lu was shocked all over. An invisible wall stood between him and the jungle. No matter how hard he tried, he could not take a step back.

"Hu!"

He exhaled lightly, and in two breaths, he punched more than sixty times at the wooden stakes flying at him at high speed.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"...

The punch that could easily blow up a small mountain could only break a wooden stake.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

Wang Lu's expression changed drastically, and he saw thousands of wooden stakes flying towards him in an overwhelming manner. The space around him became dozens of times heavier under the weight of the wooden stakes.

"Ha!"

He took a stance and punched the sky non-stop, the wooden stakes broke apart one by one, but then tens of thousands of wooden stakes came, and the pressure was a hundred times greater in an instant.

Facing more and more wooden stakes that were pouring in like arrows, even if Wang Lu punched like crazy, he was still far behind the terrifying speed of the wooden stakes.

"Ah!"

There was no time to think about it. The palm-sized, bronze-colored Tong Gang Bu Po Fu was activated by him, and in an instant, a bronze-colored golden bell covered him from head to toe.

"Boom boom" "Boom boom" "Boom boom"...

It was like thousands of small mountains bombarding the Tong Gang Bu Po Fu.

Wang Lu was shocked all over. Even with the protection of the Tong Gang Bu Po Fu, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It can be seen how heavy the huge force carried by the wooden stakes was. Without the defense of the golden bell, he would have become a pool of meat sauce.

Fortunately, although the Tong Gang Bu Po Fu was in danger, it still stood like a tumbler.

Seeing that Wang Lu was still safe and sound, the jungle on the opposite side seemed to be angry. A gust of wind blew up, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and wooden stakes that had shrunk three times were like a tide, covering the sky and the sun and shooting towards him without any cost.

Facing the terrifying wooden stakes like the ocean, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

However, when he saw that the jungle on the opposite side seemed to have shrunk a little, he couldn't help but flash a glimmer of hope for survival in his eyes.

He kept pouring magic power into the copper Gang Unbreakable Talisman.

"Hua La"

"Pu Chi"

After the copper Gang Unbreakable Talisman lasted for half an incense stick, it was like a candle, blown out by the strong wind in an instant.

But at the moment when the copper Gang Unbreakable Talisman was broken, a bronze bell wrapped him again.

"Dang", "Dang", "Dang"......

Like a pear blossom in a rainstorm, or rain hitting a banana tree, tens of thousands of wooden stakes, tens of thousands of wooden stakes, hit the golden bell continuously and without any gap. Wang Lu suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood. His mana was rapidly consumed, and the Copper Gang Unbreakable Talisman was like a candle in the wind, which could be destroyed at any time.

"Ah!"

Wang Lu shouted wildly, and his mana was continuously injected into the Copper Gang Unbreakable Talisman.

At the same time, large groups of ancient trees disappeared...

He drew a total of 16 Copper Gang Unbreakable Talismans, and gave five to Taixu. There were 11 left. Unless all of them were used up, he would not die.

Let's see who can outlast the other!