Mortal's journey to immortality

After intense discussions and constant deliberation, it took two full days for all one hundred and twenty-four disciples to be divided into the South China Sea Alliance and the Three-leaf Sword Sect.

The quality of the disciples recruited this time is so good that if they were to be revealed, even the six major sects would be jealous and might even try to rob them.

Could it be that something has been foreshadowed somewhere?

Li Jie, Yu Ningzhi and Wang Lu couldn't help but feel excited and depressed at the same time.

Can't say it, can't say it, let alone say it out loud.

The secret is very important. Once it is revealed, who knows what "something" will be triggered.

Of the three children Wang Lu liked, Yu Ningzhi chose two and Li Jie got one.

There were three children, two boys and one girl. Except that Yu Ningzhi knew the boy Dongyang among them, he did not reveal who the other two were.

The magical power of Xuetong is equivalent to acting on behalf of heaven. If you use it too much, you will be punished by heaven.

This is a big no-no.

You also have to use your spiritual eyes to break the enemy's formation, so as not to stir up the secrets of heaven and cause disaster.

Three years passed quickly.

Wang Lu came back to his senses from practicing, and he suddenly felt two weak mysteries rising in his heart. One of them was what he had dreamed of, and the other, since he couldn't avoid it, let's face you head-on.

Perhaps, when he finds out the person behind it, it will be the time when he leaves Nanhai.

After pondering for a moment, the magic technique was moved slightly, and a storage bag landed firmly on the stone table of the cave.

This was something left to the Sanye Sword Sect, the South China Sea Alliance, Li Jie and Yu Ningzhi. He did not want to face the island and the people on it when they parted.

In the past three years, he spent a year drawing a large number of high-level and low-level talismans, and tried to draw dozens of high-level and mid-level talismans.

Just as he expected, the high-level and intermediate-level talismans were too difficult to draw. Fortunately, after entering the late Nascent Soul stage, his mana and consciousness improved dramatically, and he was able to barely create twenty-one.

Especially the high-level and mid-level blood escape talisman, it seems that this talisman is destined to enter the stage of becoming a god, but even one of them has not been successful.

With his past temperament, he would persevere and fight to get one. However, with his current level of cultivation, many things cannot be forced. When that day comes, it will naturally fall into place.

Wang Lu stood high in the sky above Fangzhu Island, looking deeply and nostalgically at this island, this sea, his second home.

Then, facing the starry night sky, he left quietly.

The area where he is located is divided into Western Desert, Eastern Wasteland, Northern Xinjiang, Nanhai, Zhongzhou, as well as the Wilderness and other far-reaching lands.

Over the past six hundred years, in addition to the Western Desert, he has also been to Northern Xinjiang and the South China Sea. The things he experienced and the people he met in the South China Sea made him feel like home.

He was very reluctant to give up, but as he once said to his disciple Xia Yu, everyone has his own way to go.

Today, he is going to hit the road again to find an unknown and unpredictable road that is unknown how far it is.

The moment Wang Lu left, Li Jie's eyes narrowed, and then he sighed.

In six days, the apprenticeship ceremony of one hundred and twenty-four entry-level disciples would be held. He and Yu Ningzhi originally wanted to let the Three-leaf Sword Sect and the South China Sea Alliance set sail and start their journey again under the witness of Wang Lu.

Now it seems that leaving silently may be the best way to say goodbye.

Junior brother, no matter what the future holds, this is your home. I hope you are well.

He blessed in his heart.

Wang Lu's figure was like lightning, he fell into the wild waves and disappeared.

Two days later, we returned to Cui Pavilion in Cui Town again.

Cui Pavilion is bustling with people and business.

When a golden elixir-level deacon saw the unfathomable Wang Lu approaching, he broke into a cold sweat and greeted him with a smile on his face.

In front of him, she was as weak as an ant.

"Senior, please come to the second floor. Welcome. Please come to the second floor."

"Well, lead the way."

Wang Lu replied with a smile.

When the deacon saw that Wang Lu was more friendly, he felt instantly relaxed. He led Wang Lu quickly to the best private room on the second floor.

"Pila."

The door opens.

The deacon hurriedly said: "Senior, please take a seat."

The room is quiet and elegant.

The books, paintings, tables, chairs, shelves, bottles, curtains, and windows are all exquisite and out of the ordinary. The fragrance of a bunch of elegant chrysanthemums floats gently, and the smell is refreshing, which makes Wang Lu quite satisfied.

He did not sit at the top, but sat cross-legged at the bottom.

As soon as he entered the room, a beautiful girl in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment came with a smile and carried an exquisite teapot and two teacups. She placed them on the table one by one, poured them for Wang Lu, and left with a smile of ten thousand blessings. Room.

"Please give me a taste, senior."

The deacon didn't dare to sit down at all, so he stood and said respectfully.

"Ah."

The aroma of tea overflows, and a pure and gentle spiritual power naturally condenses and does not disperse. It is such a special spiritual tea.

A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Lu's lips, he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and asked, "How are you, Senior Chang Qing?"

"Back to senior, the second elder is at the mountain gate and not here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a laugh came from outside to inside: "Fellow Taoist, I can't help but be happy when I come here."

In the blink of an eye, an elegant young monk in green robes and in the middle stage of Yuanying came to the room. When Fang felt Wang Lu, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Not only was the opponent's cultivation level completely invisible, his aura was as vast as the ocean, and even the ancestors in the early stages of divine transformation in the sect were outmatched by him.

The sound of "fellow Taoist" made him stunned on the spot and did not dare to sit down.

"Haha, we are both monks, sitting and talking."

Since the opponent cannot see your own strength, then pretend to be an extremely strong person.

"Yes, senior."

The masters had spoken, and they were spoken without any malice, so naturally they had to be obeyed.

The young man is also a calm and generous person. Although the opponent is much stronger than him, after all, he represents Cuige and cannot lose the face of Cuige like this.

When Deacon Jin Danqi saw this, he was extremely horrified and tremblingly poured a cup of spiritual tea for the young elder to ease the embarrassment at this time.

Originally, he thought that Wang Lu was just a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage, but he never thought that even the elders had to respect him as "senior."

The young man calmed down and asked, "I wonder what the senior's mission is here?"

"Oh, I have some friendship with Elder Chang of your sect. I thought I could meet him. Since he is not here, you can pass this thing to him. After receiving it, he will understand."

Seeing that he was at a loss what to do, Wang Lu tried his best to speak calmly.

"Senior, don't worry, junior will set off immediately."

Then, Wang Lu drank the spiritual tea in one gulp. The young man and the deacon were shocked, and in a trance, they disappeared.

If it weren't for the quiet storage bag on the table, both of them would have doubted whether anyone had really been here just now.

The young man murmured subconsciously: "Quick, too fast, is this the legendary teleportation!"