Mortal's journey to immortality

In fact, Song Fengyu has been a very proud person from beginning to end, and he has the capital to be proud of.

When he was a child, the serious and cold Song Mingtang told him that if he wanted to go further in the world of immortality, he must pretend to be stupid and be a fool who pretends to be confused. At the same time, he must always remind himself , practice with concentration, study the skills and magical powers intensively, and have a strong skill to control yourself. This is the foundation for settling down and establishing a life.

It is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books.

Increase your knowledge, broaden your horizons, deal with all kinds of people, learn from their experiences, strengths and weaknesses, get rid of the dross, take the essence, eliminate the false and retain the true, integrate all the methods into the furnace of heaven and earth, refine again and again, and return to your own body.

Finally, the earth shattered and the sky split, turning heaven and earth into one furnace, thereby breaking the imprisonment of heaven and earth and achieving the supreme true body.

This is the clear meaning of the opening chapter of "Rong Lu Lu", the second highest family among the ten most ancient families in the wilderness, the Song family, also known as the "Song Qi" family.

To be honest, Song Fengyu only learned about his extraordinary background more than thirty years ago when Song Mingtang left.

As for where his father went, he only had a vague guess.

At the same time, tell him that he can only rely on himself from now on.

Regarding his level of cultivation, Song Fengyu felt that he had not reached the stage of becoming a god, and repeatedly told him not to reveal his true identity, otherwise he would be hunted down by the Song family.

At that time, he realized that for some unknown reason, his father had defected from home with his young son and was being hunted all the way.

Not to lower his cultivation level, he traveled hundreds of millions of miles and traveled thousands of miles to a small place in the West Desert that seemed extremely ordinary, waiting for the wind and waves to calm down. He stayed there for more than twenty years.

At that time, Song Fengyu had no idea about his spiritual root attributes and strong family background, and he had never met his mother.

It seems that since he can remember, his father has never mentioned his mother. However, when his naughty and playful self is forced to practice, he wakes up, and he can always see his father looking at the endless sky with a look of loss. The face of longing and loneliness.

Perhaps, the distant horizon is his Taoist companion, my mother.

The essence of "weapon refining" of the Wild Song family since ancient times seems to be that all Song family members are naturally good at it.

As a result, his attainments in weapon refining were quite high, and he could refine some low-grade spiritual weapons in the late stages of Qi refining. His father was pleasantly surprised by this talent for several days, and told him that his talent in weapon refining might be comparable to that of Mew. Tian Yidong, the weapon-refining son whom Zong had rarely seen for thousands of years, competed.

There are thousands of instructions and warnings, which must be strictly adhered to and not leaked at all.

Before leaving, my father said that if his talent was revealed, the intricately connected Song family would be able to follow the clues and easily find him, and cut him off until not a single dregs was left.

When he mentioned the word "Song Family", the hatred in his eyes and the coldness in his gritted teeth were as cold as an eternal iceberg, as cold as ice.

Within twenty breaths at most, the ridiculously fast monkey-headed male cultivator behind him would surge in like a tidal wave and crush his "self-righteousness" in one blow.

Song Fengyu was very calm. Speed ​​was difficult to improve unless he broke through the Nascent Soul stage.

He never imagined that there would be someone better than him in the Golden Core Stage. It was really unbelievable.

However, he still has a trump card. Although he is not as fast as you, I am better at lasting.

It is easy to run for ten days and a half, and it is even possible to run continuously for a month.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

His spiritual root is the "Star Fire" spiritual root among extremely rare mutant spiritual roots.

A little spark is enough to start a prairie fire;

Swift as a spark, faster than lightning;

A spark suddenly appeared, a flash of spiritual awareness.

According to his father Song Mingtang, only the Song family in this world possesses the "Spark" spiritual root.

In the more than two million years since the founding of the Song family, he is the third person to possess this spiritual root, besides the ancestor of the clan and another ancestor from more than half a million years ago.

Those with the "Spark Fire" spiritual root can comprehend the path of fire at a glance, and because it involves speed and movement skills, they are naturally as light as a swallow, which is more important than a swimming fish. Their skills and magical powers are like a stroke of genius, and sparks suddenly appear. The flash of insight is far beyond that of ordinary people, and it should be regarded as one of the most incredible and wonderful spiritual roots in the world.

Although the cultivation speed is not as fast as Tianlinggen, but in all aspects, Tianlinggen is not even qualified to carry shoes for the "Xinghuo" spiritual root, and can only be far behind.

Sure enough, it was almost as expected. In twenty-one breaths, Wang Lu rushed past him.

Song Fengyu secretly clenched his fists, fighting spirit burning in his chest. This battle was related to his pride, dignity and glory, and he had to fight it no matter what.

The more critical the moment, the more you must stay calm and not be disheartened by the strength of the other party. Temporary gains and losses don't matter. The one who laughs at the end is the final winner.

One day passed, and the distance between the two people had narrowed to 30,000 miles. As if they had telepathy, they did not go deep into the South China Sea, but headed west.

Five days later, Song Fengyu, who was secretly competing with each other, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Based on the traces left by the other party on the sea surface, his speed dropped to twenty feet. Because he was still faster than him, the distance between the two was stretched by a hundred thousand miles. .

Ten days passed quickly, and the man's speed slowed down again, almost the same as him.

It's a bit unbearable, right?

This is the perfect opportunity to catch up.

Song Fengyu's spirit was greatly strengthened, like a bolt of lightning, breaking through the waves, leaving only countless continuous shadows.

After half a month, I could clearly feel that the man's speed no longer exceeded 520 feet.

"Ha ha......"

The roar came from far away, still maintaining a high speed of 550 feet.

At this time, his body was only slightly tense.

In his opinion, it is impossible for the opponent to persist for a month, and the speed will be reduced, which will be greatly reduced. The final winner is still himself.

Twenty days was exactly as he expected.

As expected, the opponent's speed dropped to less than 500 feet. At most, he could catch up with him and leave him far behind in four hours.

"Come on!"

Song Fengyu was so high-spirited that he chased Wang Lu as straight as a broken bamboo.