Above the Immortal Cultivation

"Hah!"

The situation was precarious, and we had to hold on. We couldn't let the orange light outside break the golden pillar, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Wang Lu roared, and the yellow cloud of talismans suddenly appeared and opened, rushing into the golden pillar, immediately stabilizing the disintegration. However, the orange light outside was like boiling, rushing over violently without any interruption.

At most one breath!

With his mind racing, Wang Lu roared "Ah", loosened the Sky Supporting Stick with his left hand, and punched at the invisible resistance. "Crack", "Crack", the space made a spider web-like sound of breaking.

Quick, the golden light column couldn't bear it.

"Boom!"

The column was instantly broken into pieces. At the critical moment, Wang Lu didn't care, completely let go of the Sky Supporting Stick, and used all his strength. His left hand hit the space that was about to break, and his right hand grabbed Ruyi in a flash and held it tightly.

"Boom!"

It was as if a thunder exploded in his ears, and a surging orange light flashed and came, covering him and sweeping him.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In less than five breaths, Wang Lu, who was covered with wounds, held his chest with one hand and coughed up blood, and held the jade ruyi with the other hand, with endless joy in his eyes.

When the huge amount of orange light rushed from all directions with him as the center, he wanted to release the six-star arched moon blade to compete with "Infinite", but he didn't expect that they rushed into the ruyi in his palm with lightning speed.

This scene made him stunned in place, so that he created the illusion of being swallowed by the orange light.

However, the surging orange light not only had an incredibly strong impact, but also was much sharper than the six-star arched moon blade.

If his body was a little worse, he might have been blown up and cut into pieces by the orange light.

And, the target of these orange lights was not him, but just the slight residual power they leaked, which was scary to think about.

Ha, Ruyi does have a nice name, Qianjie.

As for the help he has now, it is useless. Wang Lu feels bitter and uncomfortable as if he has swallowed a dead fly.

The ray of light emitted from Qianjie, which seems to be a mark left by someone, tells him:

Only when he cultivates to the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Period can he activate this treasure and use it reluctantly.

He is quite speechless.

The treasure that he obtained with great difficulty and was almost harvested by the God of Death actually gave him such a ridiculous result.

Well, since you believe that I can reach the Spiritual Transformation Period, it is also a good thing, then I will accept your good words.

Putting away Qianjie, looking at the empty Qianli Hall, everything is in sight, Wang Lu suddenly has an illusion of becoming the master of this place, but this inexplicable feeling comes quickly and goes even faster.

The top of the hall is wide and high and unreachable, shrouded by a very light white mist, very blurry, and after looking at it for a long time, there is a terrible feeling of being trapped in it.

Retracting his sight, the surroundings were endless, there was no wind or fluctuation in the air, and a kind of blurred thoughts surged.

Several broken pictures came, Wang Lu closed his eyes, and stood there motionless.

"Huh!"

It was like a breeze blowing on his face, and his eyes were full of extreme surprise and confusion.

These pictures were scattered, torn and tattered, without any sense of continuity, and he didn't know why?

Wang Lu rubbed his aching temples, and after looking inward, he was shocked.

His soul was very unstable, and his consciousness was almost worn away by half.

You damn several broken paintings without origin and source almost destroyed his foundation.

Wang Lu took a sip and cursed fiercely.

He took out a bottle of ten thousand year spirit wine without hesitation and poured it into his mouth.

"Gulp, gulp, gulp", three consecutive gulps.

Only half was left, and he put away the spirit wine with some pain, and immediately sat cross-legged to recover quickly.

The hall was silent, and white mists poured out of his body, quickly wrapping him into a cocoon.

Three days later, Wang Lu recovered to his full strength. At the critical moment of racing against time, he was hurt by this inexplicable picture. It was too much of a loss.

"Huh?"

He was dumbfounded. No matter how he recalled the pictures, he couldn't remember what was painted on them, and he didn't even remember the colors on them.

If it weren't for the half bottle of Wannian Lingjiu that he had drunk, even he would doubt whether he had really seen those scrolls.

Too strange, too weird.

Wang Lu stood up with a chill and stiffness. He tried to recall how similar it was to the old immortal's story back then, it was exactly the same.

Very weird, a little scary!

It's better to leave early and go to the inner circle first.

Wang Lu made up his mind and ran towards a transparent and colorless passage faster than lightning.

In another wide hall in the inner circle, there is also a similar huge blue light curtain. From top to bottom, there are 8,002 red boxes, and 30 yellow circles in the boxes.

The boxes represent 8,002 conch palaces, and the 30 circles represent each hall on the path of the 30 people entering the corner of the South China Sea.

Almost every circle in the red box is empty. There are a total of 240,060 yellow circles, and only three are filled with black light as dark as ink.

The black light rises and falls like waves, as if something is surging in it.

The three circles are dark and shiny, like fireflies at night, looking so conspicuous, dazzling, and brilliant!

The first one is the 21st circle in the tenth box.

The picture slowly revolves:

A female cultivator covered with green gauze, flying away in the frenzy of red light with extraordinary calmness. It can be said that she comes and goes like the wind, as usual.

For three whole months, the red light seemed to be unable to catch her no matter how hard it tried. It was somewhat discouraged and all retracted into a red treasure. The female cultivator chuckled, tapped her jade finger lightly, and the treasure flew into her palm like a red light, stayed for about half a month, and left gracefully.

The second one, the fourth circle of the 7,939th box.

The picture slowly unfolded:

A male cultivator with a strong physique and black hair covering his face, split Huashan with force, punched at the overwhelming clear light with one punch after another, his breath was deep and dense, and his strength was extremely powerful. Whenever he was about to run out of strength, he took a thumb-sized red pill with a strange breath and returned to his peak again.

For six months in a row, the Qingguang was defeated and shattered, crying for their parents. They rushed into a green treasure in a hurry. The male cultivator's eyes flashed with strange light. He waved his hand without making a sound, and the treasure automatically came into his hand. He didn't even look at it, but threw it directly into the storage bag and walked slowly to the next passage.

The third one is the 25th circle of the 8002nd box.

An indestructible golden cylinder resisted the impact of the extreme orange light, and Wang Lu took Ruyi forcefully:

Thousand knots.

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