Mortal's journey to immortality

After Wang Lu left Yinluan Xuan, he returned to the backyard of Tai's house. He sat under the poplar tree and meditated.

Unknowingly, two days flew by.

In the early morning, the sun with the smell of morning dew hit his face. Wang Lu, who was meditating, opened his eyes when the first ray of sunlight diffused over him. The fatigue and discouragement in his eyes were swept away, and he became confident. abundant.

No matter how difficult it is to make alchemy, even if it takes his whole life, he will persevere and persevere to the end.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still an hour before Si Shi, he took out the jade slip that Cai Shaodong had given him about alchemy.

As soon as his spiritual consciousness was revealed, the content inside came pouring in. It contained a lot of introductions about elixirs. After Wang Lu read them one by one, half an hour passed.

"I see!"

Wang Lu couldn't help but nodded in agreement, which reminded him of his superficial explanations to the Futang disciples after the sect competition. He didn't expect that he would get a small part of the confirmation in this alchemy jade slip.

There is not much time left, and the underground trade fair in Qiancheng once in 500 years is about to begin.

He put away the jade slips, used "Deep Hiding" to make some changes to his appearance, put on a monkey head mask and walked out of the Tai family station.

On the street, pedestrians are like running water, bustling and bustling, so lively.

Wang Lu spread his body skills and quickly walked towards the Gospel Hall on Tiannan Street.

Less than a stick of incense, the Gospel Hall is clearly visible.

What made him dumbfounded and confused was that it turned out to be a small shop specializing in fortune telling, covering an area of ​​less than half an acre.

A wooden door is ajar, with a piece of black cloth on top of the door. On the cloth are written "Gospel Hall" in three ancient seals in white characters. A couplet is still reflected in black cloth and white characters on both sides of the door frame. It reads from left to right: See through, don’t say anything; figure it out, don’t say anything.

If you see through everything and don't say a word, how can you help others exorcise evil spirits and avoid disasters? Isn't this nonsense?

Wang Lu put his hand on his chin and smiled as he looked at this interesting couplet. Shi Shiran walked over, intending to push open the half-open wooden door.

However, just as he was pushing, something unexpected happened.

Jin Luan Ling broke free from the storage bag again and appeared on top of Wang Lu's head in a flash. A golden light instantly filled him. The wooden door opened without pushing. Wang Lu's eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't breathe a third of the time. , he was teleported into a bright and huge rotunda.

In the middle of the hall, there is a circular platform half a foot high and three feet in diameter. On the high platform is a fiery red square stone table. What surprised Wang Lu was that the stone table was actually made of the rarer fluorite. This stone is a high-grade spiritual material for forging high-grade earth magic weapons. Unexpectedly, it was used to make a simple stone table.

Yinluanxuan is really wealthy!

Surrounding the circular platform from the inside to the outside are circles of rattan chairs made of unknown materials and spaced three feet apart. At this time, there are no less than thirty people sitting on hundreds of rattan chairs.

Some people are leaning comfortably on the wicker chairs with their eyes half closed, some are sitting upright and don't know what they are thinking, some are looking around or standing next to the wicker chairs holding one hand on...

More than thirty people hid their true faces, wearing various masks, cloaks, and veils. However, none of them concealed their cultivation.

Wang Lu made a general observation in secret. Among the more than thirty people, there were six that he could not see through at all. Needless to say, these few were strong men in the middle Nascent Soul stage and above. Nine of them had profound auras, and they were also the ones that provoked him at the moment. Among the rest of the monks who can't afford the early stage of Nascent Soul, their lowest cultivation level is in the middle or late stage of the Golden Core. Only he is in the early stage of the middle stage of the Golden Core. Looking at it now, he is the lowest.

Wang Lu thought to himself that the thirty or so people present alone could definitely start a sect and be strong enough to crush the average medium-sized sect.

He knew his advantage. "Deep Hidden" could isolate others from detection. However, he was still unable to hide from the mid-stage Nascent Soul masters with powerful spiritual consciousness. Just in case, he still wore a mask that could isolate the divine consciousness. Detective monkey mask.

He also understands that in the eyes of some monks who practice magical eye skills, they are still doomed. However, such monks are rare and pitifully rare.

Wang Lu's arrival did not arouse much reaction from them. Most of them just sensed it with their spiritual consciousness or eyes. He was just a relatively powerful middle-stage golden elixir monk and was not worth paying attention to.

However, one of the monks wearing a bull-head mask showed a faint smile when he saw Wang Lu arriving.

His weak smile didn't attract anyone's attention, including Wang Lu.

Wang Lu randomly chose a seat near the back and leaned back on the wicker chair with a relaxed mind.

Hey, it's very comfortable, he couldn't help but admire it.

In fact, what he didn't know, and everyone present didn't know, was that the green strip as thick as the little finger of the woven rattan chair was the silk spun out by the very rare Sky Hidden Silkworm, one of the top ten strange insects, with the subtle bloodline of the Blue Smoke Spirit Silkworm.

This silk is extremely tough, non-top-grade magic weapons are endless, and it is extremely soft. It is an excellent main material for refining top-grade magic weapons related to wood. However, one cannot blame the people present for being short-sighted, because it has been extinct in the records for a long time. The Qingyan Spirit Silkworm is only owned by Yinluanxuan.

Not long after, the moment has arrived.

During this period, four more monks came one after another. One was a master in the early stage of Nascent Soul, and the other three were all in the late stage of Jindan.

However, what confused Wang Lu was that one of the late Jindan monks wearing a tiger head mask gave him a sinister smell.

When this person felt that someone was paying attention to him, his eyes wandered around, but he didn't notice anything unusual. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, could it be an illusion?

It's too dangerous, there are too many people hiding there!

When the tiger-headed monk reacted, Wang Lu suddenly withdrew all his eyes and consciousness. This man's sense of smell was too sensitive and he was a very difficult strong man.

After the bull-headed masked monk came in from Wang Lu, he quietly left a weak and seemingly non-existent spiritual consciousness not far from him.

The sudden confrontation between Wang Lu and the tiger-headed monk was completely caught in his eyes. What puzzled him was that there was nothing surprising about the tiger-headed monk, but Wang Lu, who was wearing a monkey-head mask, was so careful. cautious.

It seems that the Great Talisman Master is different from ordinary people.

He is the bull-headed monk who traded the Blood Escape Talisman and the Taiyuan Collapse Mountain Talisman with He Wanglu five years ago.

Although he still wore the bull-headed mask, Wang Lu seemed to turn a blind eye to him. Could it be that there were too many bull-headed masks in the world of immortality that did not attract his attention, or was it because this person had cultivated a profound magical power?

Wang Lu didn't know and never paid attention to it.

When the moment officially arrived, a white-haired and long-bearded monk in the middle Nascent Soul stage suddenly appeared on the circular high platform in the hall, which made Wang Lu feel frightened and raised his head.

"Haha, welcome everyone to come to the Qiancheng underground trade fair that happens once every five hundred years. I am Yuntiange of Lingyun Sect!" Yuntiange laughed.