Mortal's journey to immortality

After the sound disappeared, there was still no treasure left behind. Wang Lu smiled bitterly. It seemed that the earthy yellow pill he had cracked after cracking the first layer was too precious, so that there was nothing left in the three consecutive layers.

I don’t know if any treasures will appear if I pass the fifth level test?

However, since he obtained the elixir on the first level to recover his injuries and mana, as long as he can successfully pass the test of Baosha, it doesn't matter to him whether there is a treasure or not, he is already content.

Just like a dying hero who suddenly returns to his youth, not only his life is saved, but he also has a chance to live another life. What else can he ask for?

The same goes for Wang Lu. This hard-won new life made him cherish and respect the beautiful time given by life even more, and he was unwilling to waste any more.

Surviving is the best gift from God to him. He will obtain treasures and the like one by one through his own strength instead of rewards and the like.

Although Wang Lu comforted himself in this way, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Who made that voice fail to fulfill its promise?

After the seven puppets couldn't withstand their own escape speed and self-destructed, Wang Lu couldn't help but feel that if he found a superb escape technique, he might be like the seven puppets, because they couldn't bear the extreme escape speed. Will the pressure caused by the body also explode on its own?

It seems that the sporadic records in those ancient books and the way of cultivating the physical body passed down from generation to generation are not groundless and useless. It is just that the current world of immortal cultivation relies on mana to break through the realm, and many people have abandoned the body of strength.

If you have a strong physical body, no matter how fast you go, I believe the body will not disintegrate. Just from the perspective of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth, the physical body is very important as the foundation and load-bearing body of the immortal cultivator. Although Wang Lu's physical body is extremely powerful compared to the mid-Jindan stage monks who have similar cultivation, However, in front of the fifth and sixth level monsters, he was still as weak as a child.

Moreover, in this tower breaking, he also deeply experienced the importance of a strong physical body. If he had a physical body comparable to a fifth-level or sixth-level monster, he could easily defeat this monster with just the broken spirit in his hand. The seven puppets do not require the blessing of mana to bring out the power of breaking the spirit.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched the storage bag. There was also a body-refining jade slip "Kui Niu Tashi Tian Jue" obtained from the Jiuyue Secret Realm inside. It was not that he didn't want to practice, but over the years, he not only I went to Manghai and went deep into the sandy area, but I never found a monster with the bloodline of the ancient fierce beast Kui Niu. Even at the auction, there was no demon pill with the blood of Kui Niu. With the Spiritual Material Pavilion, , Yinluanxuan and his own Futang's powerful network, they didn't get any information about the monster with this demon bloodline, which made him how to practice.

He is not sitting on a treasure without knowing it, but he knows it but cannot use it.

After Wang Lu suppressed the seven puppets, his intuition told him that if he did not suppress them, but let them free their hands, the seven puppets would join forces to emit a magical power. This was Wang Lu's guess.

His guesses were often very accurate, but because the seven puppets disappeared into thin air, he forever lost the chance to verify them.

Wang Lu laughed dumbly. Could it be that he was still expecting the seven puppets to join forces to defeat him?

After an hour of ultra-intense fighting, his body, mana, and consciousness had reached a critical point, and he needed a good rest.

After taking out two spiritual stones, Wang Lu leaned against the pedals of the Bodhisattva tree stairs and began to meditate.

"Hey, even if I can't meditate with you in my arms, I can still lean on you, right?" Wang Lu thought jokingly.

While Wang Lu was meditating and practicing, the final madness was being staged in various pagodas in the secret realm. A sixth-level thunder phoenix was facing fourteen humanoid puppets with a red body and blue eyes in the late Golden Core stage. The puppet roared one after another, The roar seemed to carry the heat of fire and the weight of water, so this sixth-level thunder phoenix was quickly annihilated in the sound waves of the fourteen puppets.

A black and gold pagoda, fifth floor.

A level 5 Earth God Bull covered in blood suddenly broke free from the shackles of the fourteen golden puppets. Then it suddenly stood up on its hind legs and let out a violent roar. With this roar, the Earth God Bull stood upright. He stepped hard on the ground with his forefoot, and heard a loud "bang" sound. The whole pagoda seemed to shake a little. The fourteen golden puppets became unsteady and fell to the ground. The Earth God Bull surged out in an instant. A flash of yellow light instantly bound the fourteen puppets who were about to get up, causing them to struggle.

The Earth God Bull came to a puppet like lightning and stepped down hard with both hooves. The puppet immediately couldn't withstand the huge force of the bombardment and fell apart.

The Earth God Bull came to the second puppet without a breath, and stepped down violently with its hooves...

Within three breaths, the Earth Divine Ox used its thunderous speed and the power of its hoofs to crush all fourteen golden puppets trapped by it.

A voice sounded in its mind: "Congratulations to the tester, you are the 75th person to pass the Immortal Gold Weak Water Temple. You will continue to wait here. This is the reward of this level!"

"Moooh"

The Earth God Ox broke through the test of the fifth level of the Pagoda between life and death, and roared excitedly. When it picked up a red jade bottle in front of it and opened it, two raging flames emerged from its red eyes.

Obviously, this red pill has far exceeded all its expectations.

......

There is an island with a radius of ten miles. There is nothing on the island except for four small lakes with a radius of two miles. In the small lakes, the water is rippling. It turns out that there is a small fountain in the center of the lake that continuously sprays water columns from the bottom of the lake.

It is not a water column, but a spiritual milk column, and it is a ten thousand year spiritual milk column.

The milky white spiritual milk seemed to be sprayed out from the fountain forever and fell into the lake. The lake water was like a monster, sucking up the ten thousand years of spiritual milk completely. However, there was still a faint refreshing fragrance. floating across the island.

On the fifth floor of a black and yellow five-story temple, a bald and handsome young male cultivator in the late Jindan period wearing white monk robes from the Lingquan Temple, a medium-sized sect in the central West Desert, looked at the fourteen torn apart bodies around him. A black and yellow puppet in the middle stage of the golden elixir. He picked up a black jade slip in his hand. After sensing it with his spiritual consciousness, a trace of ecstasy flashed across his face.

He silently put the jade slips into his storage bag. He didn't know how long he would have to wait before being sent away from this divine land and sea-controlling temple. He came to the fifth floor and picked up a flat seat outside. Standing here, he looked towards Four thousand-year-old spiritual milk spilled from the fountain into the small lake. He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, shook his head, and sang:

"Things that are not mine will lead to death; things that are mine will lead to death."

He returned to the tower, took out a lifelike animal-shaped puppet, inserted a magic spell into it, and then forced a drop of blood essence from his fingers into the animal-shaped puppet. Suddenly, the puppet emitted a black brilliance and enveloped him. ...

He planned to refine the puppet in order to have an extra life-saving trump card in this extremely mysterious realm.

When he was involuntarily taken away by the Silver Palace, he was not like others who struggled violently, but was very calm. He had just condensed the golden elixir more than two hundred years ago when he was exploring a ruins and obtained an ancient Buddhist Taoist treasure. What is explained in it are some sporadic avenues of cause and effect.

While he was being swept away, he looked at the monks and monsters who were being taken away with his normal expression. From among them, he seemed to vaguely catch something, but it disappeared.

He did not delve into that flash of inspiration, because he knew that he would catch it again soon.

Even if the spiritual light has disappeared, its coming is the cause, and its final appearance is the effect.

His name is Chen Zhi.