Above the Immortal Cultivation

Just as Wang Lu closed his eyes and waited, with a scream, Zijiu actually broke through the spirit beast bag, spread his purple wings, and the two wings, more than two feet wide, folded together and suddenly appeared between the blood-colored sword and Wang Lu's eyebrows.

The blood-colored sword was like stabbing a layer of cotton. Although it moved forward firmly, its speed suddenly dropped after piercing one wing. When it pierced the other wing, it was already five breaths later.

Zijiu was powerless to fall down. At this moment, a strong hand caught the falling Zijiu.

Seeing that its eyes were closed and its breath was greatly reduced, Wang Lu was furious and smashed the blood-colored sword hard with a hammer. The sword body trembled violently.

Wang Lu's eyes were blazing, and he smashed the sword with a hammer. Although the sword body was a phantom, sparks flew in the process of colliding with the crazy hammer. Finally, the sword disappeared without anyone's control.

Wang Lu did not stop his boiling anger. He flashed to Hou Jie's side. Hou Jie's mouth was bleeding. When he wanted to say something, Wang Lu hammered down and smashed Hou Jie, who had just built his foundation, into a pool of mud.

After such a fierce fight, the cave was not damaged at all, and the ghost-faced statue was also safe and sound. Wang Lu saw the ghost-faced statue, the vague ghost-faced statue and the previous Hou Jie's figure constantly intersecting and merging together.

Wang Lu swung the hammer away, and with a bang, the statue shattered. A silent roar sounded in the depths of Wang Lu's soul. Wang Lu was stunned and motionless.

A blood-red residual soul took advantage of the moment when Wang Lu smashed the statue and broke into his sea of ​​consciousness.

The ghost king wanted to take over his body.

At the moment when Wang Lu was invaded by the residual soul, Zi Jiu's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened coldly, his eyes were dead, and he stared straight at Wang Lu's eyes.

Suddenly, two gray light threads shot out from the little butterfly's eyes and headed straight for Wang Lu's wide-open eyes. The gray light threads penetrated his eyes, entangled together, and instantly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The entangled gray light threads turned into the phantom of Zi Jiu in his sea of ​​consciousness. The two purple tentacles also turned gray at this time, and the two tentacles suddenly rolled in one direction.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the blood-red residual soul was swept away by the gray tentacles.

The remaining residual soul looked at Zi Jiu fiercely, and in a rage, it withdrew from Wang Lu's sea of ​​consciousness, and fled the cave in a whirlwind, and disappeared.

The gray Zi Jiu seemed to have completed the task and dissipated in Wang Lu's sea of ​​consciousness.

And Zi Jiu's gray eyes, a little reluctant to look at Wang Lu, suddenly closed tightly, as if he had lost his soul, silently.

At this time, Wang Lu seemed to have had an extremely long dream. He turned into a baby named Xue Ba. As the baby grew up, when he was four years old, a sect called Gui Men recruited disciples... For some reason, he became a disciple of Gui Men.

When he was five years old, he always saw some strange objects that others could not see. When his master saw this, he was ecstatic and said, "When purple pupils appear, the cultivation of immortals will be in chaos."

Then, he gave him a book of "Purple Pupil Secret" to teach him how to practice.

After a thousand years, he became a great cultivator at the peak of the late stage of the Spiritualization Stage and became the first person in this world. He led the entire interface of the Spiritualization Stage cultivators to break through the sky and enter the immortal world, but was knocked down to the mortal world by a cultivator with a deeper cultivation and higher realm than him. Because of a book of "Soul Splitting" technique, he separated a wisp of residual soul and escaped this disaster, living a miserable life...

After an unknown period of time, Wang Lu woke up slowly and saw the little butterfly lying in his hand without any breath.

He communicated with Zijiu with his mind, but Zijiu had no reaction. After communicating for a long time, the situation was still the same. He couldn't help but feel sad, and tears kept flowing out, flowing on Zijiu's body, covering its whole body.

Seeing Zijiu covered with tears, Wang Lu suddenly became excited.

He quickly dug a small pit on the ground, cast a spell on the pit, carefully put Zijiu in, frantically took out the spiritual milk, poured it into the pit, and wrapped Zijiu tightly.

He took out a jade box from the storage bag, brutally tore off the forbidden spiritual talisman, and took out the Tongxin jade of the ten great strange flowers from the Jiuyue Secret Realm. He picked two jade-like petals, tore them into pieces and put them in the small pit. He was still worried and picked two more pieces. This time he didn't tear them into pieces and let them float on the spiritual milk.

In order to prevent the leakage of spiritual energy, he set up a forbidden spirit formation, and sat on the ground like a distracted old monk, staring at the small pit and Zijiu.

He didn't know whether Tongxinyu, one of the ten rare flowers, and Lingru had any effect on the little butterfly. He could only pray to God silently that Zijiu must not be in trouble.

Five days later, Zijiu's broken wings floating in the Lingru recovered.

Ten days later, the broken Tongxinyu slowly dismembered and slowly merged into its body.

A month later, Zijiu sank to the bottom of the pit like a stone, and the amount of Lingru was reduced by half.

Two months later, the floating Tongxinyu also sank to the two wings of Zijiu and stuck tightly to the wings.

Half a year later, when the Tongxinyu petals and Zijiu's wings were completely fused, a soft moan reached Wang Lu's heart, which made Wang Lu, who was covered in dust, with messy hair and beard and dull eyes, suddenly ecstatic and overjoyed...

He carefully put away Zijiu, put it in the broken spirit beast bag, filled the spirit beast bag with forbidden spirit talismans, and then put ten high-quality spirit stones in one breath.

After doing this, he suddenly knelt on his knees, crying with joy, "wa wa wa".

Zijiu is finally back, Zijiu is finally back.

After a long time, Wang Lu calmed down. This is the world of immortal cultivation, cruel and bloody. If you want to protect yourself and your beloved things, you have to become stronger and stronger.

He stood up resolutely and calmly, ready to leave.

When passing Hou Jie, who had coagulated into a dark red blood clot and was dead, a storage bag slipped not far away. He picked it up and walked out of the cave along the stone steps.

It was night time. He looked at the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, released the withered eagle, and returned to the City Lord's Mansion in half an hour.

Arriving at the gate, after being notified by the guard, Lu Shun hurried to the door. Seeing that Wang Lu did not speak, he held back the words just on his lips and welcomed him in.

He could feel that his eldest brother, the head of the Lu family, might be gone.

There was no conversation along the way. The two came to the hall. Lu Shun waved his hand to dismiss all the people and said fearfully: "Excuse me, my elder brother..."

"The murderer has been killed. Fellow Daoist Lu was unfortunately killed. I am also a little tired. Let's leave it at that. We will talk in detail another day."

Leaving behind a word, Wang Lu left.

Back in the room, looking at the strange little nest he had woven for Zijiu, Wang Lu laughed dumbly. He carefully and carefully took Zijiu out and put him in the grass nest. He also took out ten high-grade spirit stones from the spirit beast bag and put them in the nest. He casually set up a simple ban, then fell on the bed and fell asleep.