Mortal's journey to immortality

While Wang Lu was speaking, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"boom."

A dazzling cold light exploded in his eyes, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped more than five times.

Such an abrupt and unexpected temperature change was so fast that even Huangfu Liu Qing and Xiang Yu had no time to react.

The two of them suddenly felt the cold coming, and a halo of resistance appeared in their body instincts, and they looked at him in surprise.

I saw Wang Lu standing up calmly, with snowflakes falling in his eyes, following his gaze, drifting away to the far reaches of thousands of rivers and mountains. At the same time, he made a hand gesture with his hands, speaking in an indescribable and mysterious tone. He said: "You two are following me closely. Only half of them can lead the alliance. Maybe we can give it a try. Let's start now."

What Wang Lu said and did shocked Xiang Yu and Huangfu Liu Qing, but they couldn't help but focus on his wonderfully frustrating and convincing words. He said: "Far mountains and deep waters, twists and turns and high mountains." , as misty as immortals, with deep Qi and gushing springs, walking through it, reaching Kunlun, passing Heyang, walking to the soul gate... Shenting, Renzhong, Tiantu, Shanzhong, Jiuwei, Zhongwan, Siman, Guanyuan, Dahe, Futu, Liangqiu... circle back to the gushing spring, go round and round, condense for sixteen years, reach straight to the sky, stir up the mystery of the gods, and break the illusion."

One Sunday ends and the next Sunday begins.

A subtle closed loop of a phantom that has never appeared before is formed, and an inexplicable aura that is thousands of times thinner than a hair travels along the direction of the path. Without careful sensing, it is impossible to detect such a tiny aura, let alone If there is any entanglement or conflict with the running route of one's own technique, it will have no effect on it at all.

Sixteen weeks later, this invisible, colorless and stainless thread composed of breath grew a hundred times in size and finally took shape.

With Wang Lu's tongue-splitting Chun Lei's word "break", the magic power of the three people rose sharply like a huge wave, pouring out like a torrent at the fingertips.

In the reflection of their subconscious mind, the three threads disappeared in three different directions: east, west, north and west.

In one-tenth of a breath, the three of them consumed 90% of their mana. With their background far beyond ordinary people, they were almost drained.

In the moment of horror, the three of them calmed down their magic powers, looked deeply towards the sky, and waited quietly for the final answer.

The moment the three threads disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if they were telepathic, the hearts of the three male and female monks who were hundreds of millions of miles apart suddenly moved, and they looked towards the infinite sky.

A female cultivator in a sky-blue dress raised her chin, which was as beautiful as jade, and looked thoughtfully into the deep sky to the south. She was so beautiful and refined that it seemed like a pool of spring water was flowing around her.

She remained silent, but she felt like the flames that were beating in the wind, flickering and jumping all the time.

At this time, a handsome male cultivator came over. Seeing that her skills were fully activated, he said in surprise: "What if that opportunity is not coming?"

The woman did not respond, slowly put away her magic power, and left without saying a word.

The male cultivator had a look of confusion on his face, shook his head and said helplessly: "Ghost girl, you are so weird, you are like this every time, I really can't do anything to you, ha, it's not easy to be a brother!"

If you look down at where they are from a high altitude, it will seem like they are surrounded by a huge, boundless hollow column. The clear light is permeating the column, and the aura is as deep as the Spiritual Bamboo Cave carefully built by Wanglu Sect's Dream Sect.

The area is so wide, it is incredible how powerful the formation is needed to cover it.

They are located in the wild Shiwanxiong Mountain.

At the same time, the Donghuang has long been famous for its secret spring that blooms every two thousand years.

A pale-faced monk in the middle stage of Yuanying with a melancholy expression was facing off against two great monks in the late stage of Yuanying. His body was covered with messy scars and blood beads, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Not far away from the three of them, countless crimson fire auras flew like moths towards a red fire flower from all directions. This flower was in full bloom, warm and red.

If there is anyone who knows this, he will take a deep breath and roar:

One of the top ten strange flowers, the "Fire Brahma" has long been extinct.

It is said that this flower died out in early antiquity.

Huo Fan is so famous that it is listed as one of the top ten strange flowers because it possesses a magical power.

As long as it is swallowed, it will not only purify the physical body in a big step, cleanse the marrow and cut the veins, but also naturally give birth to the "Brahma Fire" spirit body of the ten major spiritual bodies. Not only will the physical body be strengthened at all times, but any hidden wounds and bruises in the body will be Perfect restoration is an irresistible temptation for any monk.

Just when the two great monks were planning to use their magical powers to kill this uninvited guest who was stubborn and unyielding, and then divide them into life and death, the male cultivator suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and his eyes that were as plain as water suddenly became bright and bright.

In an instant, he regained his composure and clasped his hands together. In the astonished mood of the two of them, an extremely terrifying cold air suddenly covered a ten-mile radius.

At the same time, a terrifying green centipede with a body of three feet slowly emerged from the void.

For a time, the wind roared, black clouds piled up, thunder surged, and the heaven and earth trembled.

"Oooh!"

Centipede let out a scream that pierced the eardrums and penetrated into the soul. Their expressions suddenly changed, and they both let out heart-breaking screams.

Ranked fifth among the ten ancient strange insects, the Xuantian centipede poisoned the world.

At this time, the Xuantian Centipede is only the first larvae. When the color of its body changes from cyan to yellow to red and finally moves into black and yellow, it will complete the final ultimate evolution and become the Xuantian Centipede that is feared all over the world.

However, even the young Xuantian Centipede, even if it is just a male cultivator's illusion of the Xuantian Centipede, is enough to poison the world and wipe out powerful enemies.

Of course, the two great monks knew about the ten ancient strange insects, but all the descriptions in the classics were vague and they knew very little about them. Therefore, they were just afraid of the specious Xuantian Centipede and were not sure about it.

As the leading masters in the Transformation Stage, they have deep mana, powerful skills, and amazing supernatural powers. Although they are scared in their hearts, they are better than the two of them working together, and they have the advantage of crushing all the strong ones in the Nascent Soul Stage.

They suppressed their restless heartbeats hard and took out all the magical treasures they had left as their trump card, hoping to kill this frightening centipede and this nameless murderer as quickly as possible.

It's too scary, and it will change later.

For a moment, brilliance shone in the sky, and earth-shaking vibrations were heard.

Fortunately, the secret realm was vast and large. After the bloody killings in the early stage, less than 20% of the participants remained.

At this time, the remaining people are either looking for treasure elsewhere, or they are blocked by others. Otherwise, such a prosperous and majestic sound will inevitably attract the prying eyes of others.

Half a day passed quickly, and when the last loud roar came out, the smoke disappeared. Except for the red earth and the male cultivator who kept coughing, there was no one else in the field.

He limped with difficulty to the "Fire Brahma" that was protected by his own formation. His sad eyes, which had been the same for thousands of years, finally revealed a knowing smile.

The boundless sand sea contains countless oases, valleys, sand caves and various rare treasures.

A dry underground cave that is a thousand feet deep from the ground is surrounded by a thick yellow spiritual energy that is too rich to be dissolved. They are all extremely thick and pure earth spiritual energy that piles up like a mountain.

If this scene is seen by others, they will be shocked. How powerful the formation is to select, condense and gather the spiritual energy together. At least the ancient formations can do this.

Could it be that this cave is a rare treasure left over from ancient times?

What's even more shocking is that this male cultivator's body is like a bottomless pit. He swallows as much earth spirit energy as he comes in. Looking at him, he looks like an old monk in a meditative state. His eyes are slightly closed, his breathing is light and long, and his hands are moving out for what seems like eternity. The unchanged shape of the vase has been cultivated here for at least several years.

Who has such great ability? Such a massive amount of condensed earth spiritual energy did not burst him. It is a miracle.

Suddenly, the male cultivator moved and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a hole of overwhelming earth aura.

When he came to the ground, his eyes looked directly towards the south, as if frozen, motionless as a mountain.

After a long while, Fang returned to the cave and continued practicing.