Mortal's journey to immortality

Tianhai City is full of people and shops, and it is very lively.

It seems that nothing has changed in the nearly 140 years since he left. The flowers are still blooming and business is booming.

He no longer hid his identity and showed his true colors.

Nowadays, almost no one dares to offend him just because of his cultivation in the later stage of Nascent Soul, let alone himself who has shown his full strength.

This is the territory of Tianhaimen. They follow the basic rules and do not fly in the air. They only gallop at a speed of seven hundred feet per breath, which is comparable to that of a small ten-thousand-mile flying boat.

However, even if he thought it was a simple flyby at the moment, almost more than 90% of the monks who met him were shocked and let out bursts of exclamations.

Only then did Wang Lu realize that one breath was seven hundred feet long. Even more than 80% of the great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage were not that fast and had to rely on a small ten-thousand-mile flying boat to do it. However, he only relied on his own strength. No wonder it aroused everyone's surprise and curiosity. .

He suddenly realized that perhaps he would never have an opponent in this realm of Nascent Soul. His speed alone would be enough to catch the opponent off guard, or even cause him to be seriously injured and die.

Wang Lu couldn't help but smile. Although he didn't pick the blue and white flowers during his trip to the mysterious island, he was the one who gained the most.

Not only did he rescue the gourd and achieve the set goal, he also received great benefits.

The five hundred top-grade spiritual materials in the storage bag alone gave him an inexhaustible mountain of spiritual stones, and he no longer had to worry about the spiritual stone issue in the future.

At the same time, his strength increased dramatically. He estimated that it was at least five times higher than before. He was completely confident that he would be able to knock down the ordinary strong men in the early stages of becoming gods and kill them until they abandoned their armor.

Wang Lu slowed down and walked towards Yi Mingshan where Yinjiu was retreating at a speed of five hundred feet per breath.

In fact, although he was in a very urgent mood, his timidity made him a little afraid to face Yinjiu, and he was in a complicated self-contradiction of wanting to escape.

He was afraid of getting bad news.

Two hours passed.

At this time, the red sun is hanging in the sky, there are no clouds in the sky, the sky is blue, billions of red lights are shining all over the sky, the mountain wind is blowing loudly, the flowers, plants and trees are moving, and the birds, animals, fish and insects are startling.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, hiss, moo...

The interweaving of various sounds represents a great time when everything is full of vitality and prosperous.

Seeing this, Wang Lu seemed to have a premonition of something, and his heart gradually became calmer, no longer anxious and uneasy.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, and there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust."

A simple, distant, ethereal, and calm Zen chant came from afar. Behind the voice, Yinjiu, dressed as a scribe in gray clothes, came from far and near on the wind.

His face was as calm as ever, and his eyes were filled with a faint mist. He looked at Wang Lu with a smile like an expert from outside the world.

"Don't do this to me. You're just pretending to be a ghost. I'm getting goosebumps."

Wang Lu spat directly and cursed with a smile.

"Junior brother is here. I must treat you with the highest courtesy. Well, not bad, not bad. His features are clear and perseverance. Junior brother has a good face."

"Ha ha!"

Before he finished speaking, Yinjiu couldn't pretend anymore and burst into laughter.

"Senior brother has changed. He has become unpredictable and illusory."

Wang Lu didn't know why, but the topic suddenly changed and he sighed.

Yinjiu understood the meaning of his words. Although this was his true temperament, "he" was involuntarily and gradually undergoing a completely different change from before.

This change is not something he can change, but is caused by the practice.

Only by calming down and watching the fire from the other side can we stay out of the situation and gain insight into the secrets of heaven.

In order to practice Yinluanxuan's highest skill, "Tian Yuan Shuo", he had to become like the way of heaven, looking at the common people with cold eyes and indifference.

"Yes, junior brother's vision is still so sharp. Although I will no longer be recognized by you in the future, I am still me. Our brotherhood will last forever and will never change."

Yinjiu said sternly.

"Okay, I understand. I believe senior brother understands my purpose?"

Yinjiu had just pretended to be humorous, but in fact, there was a coldness in his bones that could repel people thousands of miles away.

Wang Lu didn't blame him. Everyone has their own way to go. Since he chose a different way to make progress, he could only bless him and hope that one day he would be able to ascend the road and achieve success.

"Whoosh."

Yinjiu returned to indifference and without saying a word, a jade slip that had been prepared exploded into a ball of green light and floated in front of Wang Lu.

Then, with his fists clasped, he turned around and ran away.

The speed is so fast, it is like a sudden appearance of a giant, and it spins around in an instant.

Wang Lu was shocked. In just over one hundred and fifty years, his senior brother had become a god, which can be called a miracle.

I still remember clearly what he said. Yinjiu told him that he would practice in seclusion here until he was halfway to becoming a god before leaving.

However, he has turned into a god and still hasn't left, just waiting for his own arrival.

This friendship is heavier than a mountain.

Wang Lu looked at Yin Jiu who had disappeared, and couldn't help but feel a little sad. A strange thought came to his heart. Either they wouldn't see each other again for a long time, or this would be their last meeting.

He stood there in a daze for a long time, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.

For an hour, Wang Lu slowly put away the jade slips, and a wisp of murderous intent flashed across his face like lightning.

He calmly said: "Come out."

"Hua Hua Hua..."

No one is seen, and the wind blows.

In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded in a formation.

At this time, ten miles away in mid-air, three Dzogchen monks in the late Nascent Soul stage were half-surrounded by an energetic old man with long beard and short hair and dressed in black.

Even though Wang Lu's sudden appearance caught them off guard, they were in a hurry and urgency.

Operating at full speed, their Killer Hall still mobilized four feared top experts.

Three Dzogchen monks in the late Nascent Soul stage and a peak powerhouse in the early stage of transformation, coupled with the "Wind-Gathering Stone Formation" which was transformed from one of the top ten formations in ancient times, "The Wind-Gathering Stone Formation", is the transformation. The peerless masters in the middle stage of god still have to shed their skin even if they don't die.

The auras of the three people are deep and concentrated, and it is obvious at a glance that the control of mana has reached a level of smooth operation. If any one of these powerful men is placed in the crowd, he will be as dazzling as a torch, let alone three people gathered together.

However, they remained silent, not even daring to take a breath, as if there was some terrible person who made them feel like a formidable enemy.

Fortunately, the scary people around you are not your enemies, but your own people.

The old man's eyes were slightly closed, but the strange light shining through his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate directly into people's hearts. It was evil, sinister, and extremely scary.

His breath was present and absent, intermittent.

Sometimes, it is extremely sharp; at the next moment, the magic weapon is unsheathed.

The old man's reputation spread throughout the South China Sea, and the absolute powerhouse ranked ninth in the Killer Hall was unsheathed.

If you don't take it out of the sheath easily, you will kill someone when you take it out.