Above the Immortal Cultivation

In five years, with the help of Sifang Dingtian Ding and Xiaolu, Wang Lu turned from an idiot in alchemy into a great alchemist. He succeeded fifteen times out of one hundred sea star pills.

One hundred and five sea star pills exuded a charming blue halo, and the purple in the center was dense but full of vitality. Waves of strong spiritual power rippled on the surface. It was obvious that they were not ordinary products.

Four years of drawing talismans and five years of alchemy. As a core disciple, the sect required the Fu Lou to produce a minimum of one thousand low-level and medium-level talismans per year.

Five years ago, Wang Lu only completed 7,850 pieces, which was still 115 pieces short of the minimum requirement. In addition, as the only core disciple of the Fu Lou, he had a heavy responsibility and higher requirements.

Alchemy is like marching and fighting. You must not be distracted and must do it in one go. As for the message from the great elder, he had to turn a blind eye.

So, after the pill was completed, he asked the Fulou for a full 200,000 spiritual materials of various spiritual talismans in one go, and drew all the tasks for the next ten years at once, so as to prevent the various departments of the sect from interfering with his cultivation plan.

Only by breaking through the bottleneck of cultivation can he have the capital to go to the Four Beasts Peak and avoid the fiery eyes of the deputy sect master.

As for the core disciple exchange meeting of the Four Beasts Sect, he didn't take it seriously at all. With his current strength, it was more than enough to deal with them. It was just a piece of cake.

However, if he wanted to go to the mutant land of fire and molten flames, he still needed the support of two core disciples. Liu Fen had arranged one for him, and he had to find a way to get the other one.

Wang Lu rubbed his somewhat tight temples. He had gone through so much hardship step by step to reach the perfect blood realm. It was indeed too difficult along the way.

He could only sigh that he had to bow his head under the eaves.

It was still the eight intermediate and low-level talismans, but he asked for 20,000 more copies of the Extreme Cold Yinquan Talisman and the Red Giant Thunder Talisman.

A full 40,000 copies!

When Xiaolu heard that the mission was completed, it seemed as if he had stabbed him fiercely, dragged his tired body, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and threw himself into the fairy vine gourd again, without any movement.

In the past five years, Zijiu woke up once. When the little guy saw Xiaolu, he thought that an outsider had forcibly occupied his nest. With his irritable temper, he almost fought with Xiaolu.

Xiaolu was naturally not a person who could be slaughtered by others, and his temper was quite hot. If Wang Lu had not stopped him in time and forcibly separated them, the two guys who were both his favorites would really fight with blood.

In the scattered records of the shape-shifting spiritual medicine, even the ancestor of butterflies, Buxu Silver Butterfly, would treat them with courtesy and respect, not to mention a slightly strange butterfly. Even if it had less than one millionth of its strength left, it would not take Zijiu seriously at all.

Wang Lu had no other options. He kept comforting one and saying good things to the other. Just when he was about to make another pill, Zijiu and Xiaolu were once again glaring at each other like Zhang Fei threading a needle. They almost came to blows after a disagreement.

Seeing this, he really had no tricks left. He had to take out thousands of high-quality spirit stones again, crush them all, and then use forty-nine intermediate and low-level talismans to make a nest for Xiaolu. Only then did the two feel fair and live in peace.

This made Wang Lu go crazy. He should let them meet less in the future, otherwise, his nest would be demolished by them, and maybe even he would be affected.

However, just when he was about to start drawing the talisman, Zijiu woke up again. Wang Lu felt something was wrong and broke into a cold sweat.

As expected, Zijiu told him that he was biased. When the green bastard was here, he made such a good nest for it. Now that others have left, he only gave it ten spirit stones and clamored for equal treatment.

Wang Lu's face turned pale, and he crushed the few high-quality spirit stones with a bleeding heart, and set up a large spirit gathering talisman formation for it, which made Zijiu fall asleep contentedly.

Looking at Zijiu's calm and quiet sleeping posture, as if there were countless delicacies in its dream, the closed purple eyes fluctuated slightly, and Wang Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Alas, he met the wrong butterfly and got himself trapped in a cocoon. He kept beating his chest and stamping his feet, sighing for a long time.

Wang Lu put aside his distracting thoughts and retracted his numb and dull eyes. Mo Yin arrived as promised, and soon fell into the vast ocean of the talisman path. He swam freely and rode the wind and waves at will.

Unconsciously, four years had passed in a flash. Wang Lu came back to his senses and waved his hand. Countless waste talismans spontaneously combusted into ashes without fire. With the cooperation of his magic power and consciousness, eight kinds of spiritual talismans shot into eight storage bags like swimming fish.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo", Wang Lu cast a few spells at them, and the storage bags disappeared in an instant.

Tired, too tired.

For four years, he had been drawing continuously and day and night, which made him exhausted. He came to the practice room with a confused look in his eyes, fell on the stone bed, and fell asleep.

At the same time, when eight dark gray storage bags appeared in front of Elder Chen, he was comforted and raised his hand to open a storage bag. One thousand and twenty-four giant red thunder talismans with slightly golden and bright red electric wires were densely floating in the air, making his eyelids jump and stunned.

Even the great elder Shi Xun couldn't achieve the super high success rate of 20 to 1 giant red thunder talisman. This kid "Qin Ming" was too amazing.

This scene once again refreshed my understanding of him.

There was no need to explain:

One thousand six hundred and sixty-eight heavy water gun talismans, one thousand four hundred and seventy-three Ruofeng talismans, one thousand two hundred and eighty-one ice thunder talismans, one thousand five hundred and seventy-seven extinct body talismans, one thousand three hundred and fifteen sky wings ten thousand miles talismans, one thousand and twenty-four ice and snow fierce knife talismans, one thousand four hundred and seventy-nine extremely cold Yinquan talismans, plus one thousand and twenty-four giant red thunder talismans, a total of 10,771, the comprehensive talisman rate is as high as 18 to 1, which is extremely high and shocking to the secular world. It is incredible.

This has completely overturned his imagination. He immediately reported it to the elder. Shi Xun touched his chin and thought about it.

This matter soon spread throughout the talisman building, and then it was known to the high-level officials of the four beasts sects with the momentum of sparks. They did not expect that the newly entered "Qin Ming" would have such a profound attainment in the way of talismans.

They couldn't help but think carefully whether to embarrass him at the core disciples' exchange meeting. You know, such a genius can be said to be one of the few favored children in Fulou in the past 200,000 years. In addition, Fulou is extremely protective of its shortcomings. If he is embarrassed, the elders of Fulou who are more serious will definitely turn the sky upside down.

This made many people back off.

At this time, Dan Pavilion.

The male cultivator wearing a cloak who saw Wang Lu go to the Four Beast Sect with his own eyes was standing respectfully and timidly in the hall.

Sitting at the top was the Dan Pavilion master, Shi Wangchuan, who had a fierce look and a fierce temper and was in the late Nascent Soul stage.