Mortal's journey to immortality

In five years, with the help of Sifang Dingtian Cauldron and Xiaolu, Wang Lu turned from an idiot who made alchemy into a great alchemist. He succeeded fifteen times with one hundred copies of Starfish Pill.

The 105 Starfish Pills exude a charming blue halo, and the purple light in the center is dense but full of energy. Strong spiritual power fluctuations ripple on the surface. You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary product.

Four years of drawing talismans, five years of alchemy, a full nine years. As a core disciple, the sect's requirement for the Talisman Tower is that the minimum standard is one thousand mid-level and low-level talismans every year.

Five years ago, Wang Lu only completed 7,850 pieces, which was still 115 pieces short of the minimum requirement. In addition, as the only core disciple of Fu Tower, he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. , the requirements are higher.

Refining alchemy is like marching and fighting, you must not be distracted, you must work hard at the same time, and you have no choice but to turn a blind eye to the great elder's message.

Therefore, after the elixir was completed, he asked Fu Lou for a total of 200,000 spiritual materials of various types of talismans, and drew all the tasks for the next ten years at once, so as to prevent the various departments of the sect from interfering with his cultivation plan.

Only by breaking through the bottleneck of cultivation can he have the capital to go to the Four Beasts Peak and avoid the deputy sect master's fiery eyes.

As for the four beast sect's core disciple exchange meeting, he didn't take it seriously at all. With his current strength, he was more than enough to deal with them, it was just a piece of cake.

However, if he wants to go to the mutated land of fire and flames, he still needs the support of two core disciples. Liu Fen has already arranged one for him, and he has to find a way for the other.

Wang Lu rubbed his somewhat tight temples, and worked hard step by step to perfect the blood realm. This journey was indeed too difficult.

He could only lament that people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

It was still the eight intermediate and low-level talismans, but he asked for 20,000 more copies of the Extreme Cold Yinquan Talisman and the Red Giant Thunder Talisman.

A total of 40,000 copies!

When Xiao Lu heard that the task was completed, she seemed to give him a hard look, dragged her tired body, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and threw herself into the fairy vine gourd again, without any movement.

In the past five years, Zi Jiu woke up once. When the little guy saw Xiao Lu, he thought that an outsider was forcibly occupying his nest. With his violent temper, he almost started a fight with Xiao Lu.

Xiaolu was naturally not a master who allowed himself to be manipulated by others, and had a very hot temper. If Wang Lu hadn't stopped him in time and separated them forcefully, the two guys who were his favorites would have really started to get mad at each other.

Among the numerous and sporadic records of the elixir of transformation, it seems that back then, even the ancestor of butterflies, Buxu Silver Butterfly, would be extremely polite and respectful when seeing them, let alone a slightly peculiar butterfly. Even if it was He only has less than one millionth of his strength left, and he doesn't take Zi Jiu seriously at all.

Wang Lu had no choice but to comfort him and say endless good things to the other one. Just when he was about to make an elixir again, Zi Jiu and Xiao Lu once again stared at each other like a needle flying through a needle, and they couldn't agree with each other. , almost starting a fight.

Seeing this, he really had no choice but to take out thousands of high-grade spiritual stones again. After smashing them all, he also used forty-nine intermediate and low-level talismans to make a nest for Xiaolu. Only then did the two of them feel that Fair and peaceful.

This made Wang Lu go crazy. He should let them meet less often in the future, otherwise, his lair would be demolished by them, and maybe even he himself would have his city gate caught on fire, causing disaster to Chiyu.

However, just when he was about to start drawing the talisman and seal, Zi Jiu woke up again. Wang Lu suddenly felt something bad and was sweating coldly.

Sure enough, Zi Jiu told him that he was biased. When that green bastard was here, he made such a good nest for it. Now that someone else is gone, he only gives it ten spirit stones, clamoring for equal treatment. .

Wang Lu's face suddenly became ashen, and he smashed the few high-grade spirit stones with bloodshed in his heart, and set up a large array of spirit gathering talismans on them. Only then did Zi Jiu fall asleep with satisfaction.

Looking at Zi Jiu sleeping calmly and peacefully, as if there were countless delicacies in his dream, his closed purple eyes fluctuating slightly, Wang Lu couldn't laugh or cry.

Alas, when he encounters a butterfly, he is unkind and ties himself up in a cocoon. He keeps beating his chest and stamping his feet, sighing for a long time.

Wang Lu put aside his distracting thoughts and retracted his indifferent and dull eyes. Mo Yin arrived as promised and soon fell into the vast ocean of Fu Dao. He swam and rode the wind and waves to his heart's content.

Unknowingly, four years passed by in a flash. Wang Lu came to his senses and waved one hand with "hehe". Countless waste talismans spontaneously ignited into ashes without fire. With the cooperation of his magic power and divine consciousness, eight kinds of spiritual talismans Like a swimming fish, arrows were shot into eight storage bags.

"Huhuhuhu", Wang Lu played several spells on them, and the storage bag disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Tired, so tired.

For four years, he was exhausted from drawing continuously and day and night. He came to the practice room with a somewhat confused look, fell down on the stone bed, and fell asleep.

At the same time, when eight dark gray storage bags appeared in front of Elder Chen, he comforted himself and raised his hand to open a storage bag, revealing one thousand and twenty-four slightly golden and bright red electric wires. The huge red thunder talismans floating densely in the air made his eyelids jump and he was stunned.

Even the great elder couldn't achieve the ultra-high success rate of the huge red thunder talisman twenty to one in ten days. "Tin Ming" was too unnatural.

This scene once again refreshed our understanding of him.

It goes without saying:

One thousand, six hundred and sixty-eight Heavy Water Gun Talisman, one thousand four hundred and seventy-three Ruofeng Talisman, one thousand two hundred and eighty-one Ice and Thunder Talisman, one thousand five hundred and seven Jue Shen Talisman, one thousand three One hundred and fifteen Heavenly Wings Ten Thousand Miles Talisman, one thousand and twenty-four Ice and Snow Fierce Knife Talisman, one thousand four hundred and seventy-nine Extremely Cold Yinquan Talisman, plus one thousand and twenty-four Giant Red Thunder Talismans. There are 10,771 talismans in total. The combined talisman formation rate is as high as 18:1, which is a shockingly high ratio. It is incredible.

This completely subverted his imagination, and he immediately reported it to the great elder. Shi Xun touched his chin, thoughtfully.

This matter quickly spread throughout the Talisman Tower, and was known to the senior officials of the four factions of the Four Beast Sects like a spark. They did not expect that "Tin Ming", who had just started, would have such profound and unpredictable attainments in Talisman Dao.

They couldn't help but ponder carefully whether they wanted to make him look embarrassed at the core disciples' exchange meeting. You must know that such a genius can be said to be one of the few favored sons of Fu Lou in the past 200,000 years. In addition, Fu Lou He is extremely protective of his shortcomings. Once he is embarrassed, the more serious elders of Fulou will be upset.

This made many people retreat.

At this time, Dan Pavilion.

The male cultivator wearing a cloak who had watched Wang Lu go to the Four Beasts Sect was standing in the hall respectfully and timidly.

Sitting at the top was Shi Wangchuan, the master of the Dan Pavilion with a fierce look and aura of late Yuanying cultivation.