Mortal's journey to immortality

Time has different flows in the eyes of different people, and has different understandings in different moods.

Like the Mu Xue sisters and the divine talisman.

In the former's view, the slower the time goes, the better, and it would be best if it lasts forever.

In this way, Wang Lu would not be caught up and would escape, and they would not commit treason and help outsiders.

The talisman is just the opposite. Why is it as slow as a snail? Faster, faster, it will break your invisibility and reveal your true face.

Yes, what Shen Fu was thinking was a reflection of Wang Lu’s psychology.

He wanted to compress the fifty breaths into one breath, half a breath, one tenth, or one ten-thousandth of a breath in one go.

"How could this happen!"

Zhou Xue exclaimed with emotion.

She no longer cared whether there were any men in black present or not. Her whole heart was focused on the black spot that concerned her and Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu couldn't help but cover his mouth tightly, his eyes full of anxiety.

On the light curtain, the speed of the black spots became slower and slower.

Although they initially mobilized one-fifth of the formation's power to block Wang Lu, they gradually secretly loosened their power by half, trying to give him as much chance as possible to escape.

It turns out that people also have times when they are exhausted.

The speed of more than four thousand feet per breath requires a very strong body to support it, and very deep magic power to carry it.

When the two thought of this, they found their hearts bleeding and they regretted it deeply.

All their calculations were in vain, but they overlooked the significance of speed itself to the monks.

On the other side, as if a wish had come true, the magic talisman also strongly sensed that Wang Lu's speed had dropped from more than four thousand feet per breath at the beginning to less than two thousand feet now.

Correct, this is common sense.

Who can run at a speed of more than 4,000 feet per breath without stopping for a moment? Except for the super-class talisman "Pengfei" drawn by Master Tianfu, even if there is one, it is impossible to sustain it for hundreds of breaths without slacking off.

The reason why Wang Lu could do it for nearly six hundred breaths must be that he possessed some kind of magical means, otherwise, it would be impossible to continue.

Now the time limit has expired. After teleporting for more than 2,600 feet, he is finally exhausted and can only continue to escape by ordinary teleportation.

Humph, you still want to make a final struggle in the hope of escaping?

Hey Hey.

This was a near-perfect analysis he made based on Wang Lu's speed changes.

However, the more this happened, the calmer the talisman became.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there is no shortage of things like setbacks in smooth sailing.

Even if you have perfect control over the other party's form, attitude and mentality, human power is irresistible. You are not his opponent, and no one knows what his killer moves and trump cards are.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

However, even though he had calculated all the real situations one by one, accidents still happened.

"what!"

He roared suddenly, and saw a golden light suddenly burst out from the space where he was about to escape, like an incomparably dazzling golden sun.

"Boom!"

The originally clear and bright sky suddenly became extremely bright. A powerful thunderstorm instantly spread thousands of miles away, and the earth and sky shook violently.

This brightness made the blazing sun in the sky pale in comparison. This thunderstorm was like a world-destroying thunder that shook people to their core. The turmoil in the world was like a raging sea that covered the entire sky and earth.

"what!"

Shen Fu was worthy of being a top-notch warrior. The moment he sensed the crisis, he suddenly changed his body shape, and his front, back, left, right and top were all covered by the golden sun. The shocking blow that came without any warning forced him to passively take the beating.

Between life and death, he could only reverse direction according to his instinct and use the speed of "Pengfei" and his own strength and magic power to fall to the limit, thus avoiding the fatal blow.

His quick decision and valuable experience gained from life-and-death struggles barely saved his life.

He was extremely angry and hateful. Although this critical attack came without any warning and was hard to guard against, as a super strong man at the Taizun level, this attack completely smashed his face to pieces.

He wanted revenge. He wanted to make sure that expressionless Wang Lu in black died without a burial place.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Shen Fu was furious and roared at the sky.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, lightning and thunder, and his anger reached its peak.

But one wrong step leads to all wrong.

When your life is at stake, there is no room for procrastination. Since you have the initiative, you should be killed while you are weak.

Shen Fu looked up and saw Wang Lu in the wind with a smile on his face. He muttered to himself in a shocking way: "Infinite!"

In an instant, he felt that these two words were of tremendous weight. He wanted to use his natal spiritual treasure, the "Taidou" sword, and also wanted to use "Pengfei" to escape again, but he was always a moment too late. No, it was an extremely short 1% of a moment.

"boom!"

In an instant, the sky and the earth were covered and filled with a green color that was so rich that it could not be dissolved and was extremely beautiful.

A net of terrifying sharpness interweaves and shuttles endlessly in the green.

The number of blade threads is more than one hundred billion, and the blade threads are so thin, less than one thousandth of a hair. They are stacked up layer by layer, and in an instant, they are piled up like a mountain. In a blink of an eye, they are like a raging tide, vast and endless, destroying all things and slaughtering the world.

"what……"

Only a shrill and weak wail was heard from the green light, but it stopped abruptly in an instant.

"Humph, you bastard, how dare you come and hunt me down!"

Wang Lu glanced casually in the direction of Qingyang Mountain.

Immediately, the whole person turned into nothingness again and disappeared.

Shenfu, as the leader of both spirit and body, as a super strong man entrusted with important tasks by Master Tianfu, and as the second person in the true sense of Tianfu Sect, was killed in less than five breaths. His death was inexplicable, as if he was chopped up by Wang Lu like vegetables and melons.

It cannot be said that his strength is weak, but the current Wang Lu is no longer the same as before. Anyone who wants to kill him must be prepared to die.

It was obvious that the divine talisman was not done well, and along with him, the Tianfu Sect and Tianfu Master, who thought they had won, also failed to do well.

His death was not just his own death, but he was also shouldering two critical and important missions for the Tianfu Sect and Master Yu Tianfu.

But it just disappeared without a trace.

No one could have imagined that the divine talisman was so vulnerable. This was a huge loss for the entire Tianfu Sect.

Unknown to everyone, his sudden death turned the entire situation upside down.

"Ah!"

Zhou Mu and Zhou Xue didn't know whether they were too frightened or extremely surprised, they screamed continuously.

On the light curtain, why did a bright golden sun suddenly explode in the void that seemed to be normal? Why did the magic talisman dodge it, and then, without stopping for a moment, that breathtakingly beautiful green color appeared out of thin air?

And why would Wang Lu, who was always dressed in black robes according to the legend, give a glance to Shen Xuan, who was known only to the two of them?

Yes, what a surprise!

They were so shocked that they were dumbfounded, and so happy that they almost cheered.

The black spot representing Wang Lu was on the road again, escaping at high speed.

I think, after this incredible and powerful kill like a quick knife cutting through the mahjongg supreme-level divine talisman, no one should try to kill him again.

It really fits the saying in the secular world:

Kill ten people in ten steps, and stay in a thousand miles.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.