Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu came to Donghua Pavilion again with a calm look on his face.

Seeing the arrival of the murderer, an old man in the late stage of Jindan felt his heart sinking, but he pretended to be nonchalant and greeted him with a smile, and said: "The distinguished guest is here, please come inside."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lu's mouth, which was revealed in his rough and fierce appearance, which indeed made people feel fearful.

The dozens of foundation-building disciples in the hall became friendly when they saw the usually strong and arrogant Second Deacon. They were surprised but showed no expression and continued to do their own thing.

The second deacon led Wang Lu to the cyan light curtain on the wall directly opposite the gate, smiled "haha" and made a gesture of invitation.

Wang Lu was naturally fearless. Since he was here, he wanted to get back what belonged to him, so he walked through without even thinking about it.

To his surprise, when the second deacon saw that Wang Lu didn't do anything, he wanted to enter without hesitation. He was stunned for a moment subconsciously. He was really a ruthless person. He knew that there were tigers in the mountains and chose to go to the tiger mountains. Could it be that he didn't worry about anything at all? Danger?

Passing through the cyan light curtain, there is a cave inside.

A lush green garden, all kinds of flowers, plants and trees are pure green. A small lake with a radius of fifty feet is located in the middle of the garden. There are swarms of fish in the lake. The water is clear. More than ten pure white water lilies are floating softly. A green path leads to the garden. Towards the center of the small lake.

The second deacon fired a spell at the small lake, and the lake rippled instantly, as if being pulled away from the middle by a pair of invisible hands, and a cyan channel appeared in the center of the lake.

The old man smiled "hehe" and took the lead to fly towards the green path. Wang Lu followed closely behind without hesitation.

When the two disappeared from the channel, the lake water gathered again and the small lake quickly returned to calm.

This is an arched underground passage made of unknown bluestone.

The green light was bright, and the figures of the two reflected on the smooth stone walls of the passage became green.

Not long after, almost thirty years later, Wang Lu and the second deacon came to a bright and transparent underground stone hall.

An old man with deep breath and cultivation must be above the early stage of Yuanying, with a big belly and eyes that are almost narrowed into a line, is reclining comfortably in a rocking chair. Two beautiful female cultivators in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment twist their waists and reveal themselves. Her shoulders, as white as snow, let out bursts of laughter like silver bells, and squeezed his shoulders and fat arms gently and teasingly.

Wang Lu and the two stopped not far away, looking at this slightly springy scene with different expressions.

"Greetings to the Fourth Elder, Ma Jun has brought them." The second deacon said respectfully.

"Okay, please step aside and come back after half a stick of incense."

The fat old man twisted his fat body and spoke calmly, with an air of superiority in his tone.

The two delicate and beautiful young women gave Wang Lu and Wang a dissatisfied look, as if they wanted to tear out their hearts.

Especially the second deacon, the anger in the eyes of the two girls almost burned him. After wishing the old man a long blessing, he left with a graceful smile and a lot of steps.

The old man straightened his body and sat up from the recliner. His squinted eyes suddenly split open, and two sharp sword-like gazes seemed to break through the limitations of time and space in an instant, piercing Wang Lu's eyes.

"what!"

Wang Lu let out a muffled roar and used all his strength to activate his body. Two black lights filled his eyes in an instant. It took him two breaths to resolve the old man's sudden gaze.

"what!"

Seeing that Wang Lu recovered in almost the blink of an eye, the old man couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise, and said in a deep voice: "Interesting, just based on your strength and cultivation, the two idiots in this pavilion are far from your opponents, fate It’s not an injustice to lose me to you. This is the treasure you got in exchange for your Nine-ring Grass. It’s just a little different from what you asked for, but not much.”

A bolt of lightning came through the sky, and Wang Lu, who had almost suffered a secret loss just now, felt a secret hatred in his heart. He raised one hand, and a black light rushed towards the lightning, turning into a black hand and grabbing it firmly.

The black light receded like a tide, and a simple blue jade slip appeared in his hand. One look at it showed how old the jade slip was.

With a sweep of his consciousness, the contents of the jade slips were clearly visible in his mind.

Seeing Wang Lu being so cautious, the old man smiled and said, "I have a suggestion. I wonder if it can be heard by my little friend?"

Wang Lu put away the jade slip, frowned deeply and said, "I am all ears."

"If my guess is correct, your technique is very special and requires far more mana accumulation than ordinary people. Even if you pass the middle stage of the Golden Pill, what will happen to you in the later stage of the Golden Pill? The famous Tianling Pill can only destroy your cultivation at most. In order to push it to the middle stage of the later stage, it won’t help. Hey, you can also kill people. As long as you join my ANBU as an external disciple and take three shots, this pavilion also has an ancient recipe for improving the cultivation of Jindan in the later stage, what do you think?"

Hearing this, Wang Lu was slightly startled. The old man could be said to be aware of the slightest thing, and he could see through him just by looking for the elixir for improving the cultivation level of the middle stage of the golden elixir.

Indeed, as he said, what he got was just an ancient elixir recipe for the middle stage of the golden elixir, and judging from the elixir recipe, the required spiritual materials were at least ten thousand years old.

Fortunately, these spiritual materials are not extinct, but it will be very difficult to find them.

It is difficult to find a thousand-year-old elixir, let alone a ten-thousand-year-old elixir.

"Haha, this is the first time I, Mr. Ma, have heard of such a condition. I apologize for my difficulty in agreeing to it and take my leave!"

Twenty bottles of Baihui Yuan Dan made him trapped in a cocoon, hoping that he would become the pawn and executioner of Donghua Pavilion, which was a wishful thinking.

He wouldn't leave his fate in anyone's hands.

Wang Lu walked out of the passage smoothly. When he stepped out of the bluestone passage, the lake separated again. Wang Lu flew to the green light curtain, passed through without hesitation, and left Donghua Pavilion.

Not long after Wang Lu left, in the underground stone hall, the old man slowly lay back down. He murmured to himself: "You will not perform any tasks in the next forty years, and stay in the pavilion honestly. I believe, This person will definitely come, and it will not be more than thirty-five years.”

The second deacon agreed with some confusion, but had no intention of leaving.

"Haha, you want to know the reason, right?"

"My subordinates are indeed very confused. We could have kept this person here, but now, not only have we given him the extremely precious ancient elixir recipe, but we have also told him the big secret of the late-stage elixir recipe of our Golden elixir?"

"Second Deacon, if you were not a close disciple of my dead third sister, you would have been dead long ago. Since you want to know the reason, leave an arm as a punishment."

"Crack!"

The second deacon's left hand suddenly separated from his shoulder, and before it hit the ground, there was a "pop" and turned into a bloody powder.

"Hmm!"

He quickly tapped his left shoulder with his remaining right hand, and the gurgling blood stopped.

Beads of cold sweat covered his forehead and dripped like beads along his silver hair.

However, he did not dare to complain at all and lowered his head respectfully, showing no dissatisfaction.