Mortal Cultivator

The seeds were sown one by one. Fortunately, the black soil was very effective, otherwise it would take many years.

After planting all the spiritual herbs he got this time, Wang Lu went to the area where the colorful roses were planted. He saw that the colorful roses had grown six stamens. There were six lifelike suns above the flowers, like a blazing fireball, emitting a strong temperature.

There was no sun in the space, but the colorful roses grew as usual under the effect of the black soil, and the speed was accelerated by many times.

When they came to the place where the dark netherworld tree grew, the tree also thrived. The fruit on the tree was like a black hole, and any light shining in front of it would be swallowed up.

It was obvious that it would degenerate as long as there was light, but for some reason it seemed to no longer follow this rule under the effect of the black soil.

After wandering around in the space for a few times and looking at the types of spiritual herbs now, Wang Lu wrote them down one by one and began to deduce the formula. He felt that he could also prepare a set of pills for the cultivation of the Divine Transformation cultivators.

However, it may take several years for the spiritual herbs of sufficient age to mature. When I came to the spiritual pool of the soul lotus, there were already more than one plant in it.

When I came to the Yuqiong Luo fruit tree, it was already full of nine fruits. There was only one Yuqiong Luo fruit tree, and the tree trunk was only a few feet high.

The tree trunk was crystal clear like emerald green gemstones, and the spiritual charm was lingering on it, like a series of profound runes.

After turning around in the space, Wang Lu withdrew from the space.

When he came outside, Wang Lu sat cross-legged, and a piece of emerald green leaf appeared in his hand, which was given by Granny Samsara.

After carefully comparing it with the feeling of the dragon scale before, Wang Lu judged that Granny Samsara's cultivation was much higher than that of the black dragon.

I'm afraid it's similar to the one who survived by eating blood relatives in the Ice and Fire Immortal Sect, and he has also reached the perfection of the unity realm.

And the owner of the black scale is probably just a black dragon in the early stage of the unity realm. He feels that he can still fight.

He took out the boundary stick and danced with it in his hand without causing any fluctuations. Now his compatibility with the boundary stick has reached a higher level, and he did not use his full strength in the previous battle.

He was looking forward to the arrival of the black dragon.

Wang Lu took a pill to restore his magic power in the cave, and he left the cave after his state was restored to perfection.

He came to the Qingxu Mountain Trading Pavilion and went straight to the second floor. The innate escape technique of the demon race that he had taken a fancy to before was still on sale.

It was a middle-aged man with white eyebrows, obviously a demon race, with the cultivation level of the late stage of transformation. There were not only spells on the stall, but also some of his feathers for sale, and the price was not cheap.

Wang Lu took out 20,000 top-grade spirit stones and handed them to the middle-aged man, and successfully obtained the escape technique that he had been thinking about. This was a wind-related magical power, which clearly introduced how to use the power of the wind-related laws.

"Daoyou, would you like to buy a few of my life feathers? They can help you practice this escape technique. The first purchase only costs one thousand top-grade spirit stones."

The white-browed demon cultivator who was selling the technique said, his eyes full of sincerity.

Wang Lu took a look at the five white feathers in the other party's hand, and after a slight hesitation, he took out one thousand spirit stones.

After getting the five feathers, he walked towards the cave, and he didn't care about the strange looks around him.

The cultivators around seemed to be wondering why he didn't run away, and they looked at him from time to time.

Back in the cave, Wang Lu took out a scroll woven with feathers, on which were drawn and written mysterious law patterns, all revealing a trace of the spiritual essence of the Great Dao.

As soon as the scroll was opened, a breeze blew in the whole stone room, and Wang Lu's hair flew, and the wind blew out of the scroll continuously.

"It's really amazing."

Pick up the scroll, Wang Lu is extremely satisfied. This is a wind escape technique, but if the basic laws on it are understood, it can not only be used for escape, but also control the wind laws.

The divine consciousness recorded the mysterious texture on the scroll bit by bit, and Wang Lu began to close his eyes to understand, but he had no thoughts at all. He took out the feather of the white-browed demon cultivator, and Wang Lu could feel that there was a hidden power of law in it.

Hand slightly clenched the feather, and a gust of wind raged in the stone chamber. Wang Lu could grasp a trace of the origin of the power of law from it, but it was a pity that this thing was too little.

The gust of wind stopped soon. Looking at the feather that had lost its spirituality, Wang Lu took out another one, and another gust of wind blew.

One after another, the five feathers soon lost their spirituality. Wang Lu has been taking the enlightenment tree for many years, but he has only understood some of the fur. If it were someone else, I'm afraid they would not understand anything at all.

Wang Lu knew the White Eyebrow Demon Cultivator's thoughts, he just wanted him to buy more of his feathers, but Wang Lu was not in a hurry to practice, because there was such a spiritual object with attributes in the Black Water Mountains, which was the Qingfeng Willow back then.

But now he had to wait until the trouble in front of him was solved.

Wang Lu did not practice in seclusion, and flew directly to the outside of the Qingxu Mountain Mist Formation.

Surrounded by the mountains that collapsed when he fought before, he found a relatively sound nameless mountain and sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain.

His spiritual consciousness could feel that the spiritual energy outside was several times lower than that of Qingxu Mountain.

Wang sat cross-legged on a huge rock, and a breeze blew over the top of the peak, but there was no fluctuation of the law inside. These winds had already consumed the law in the process of blowing, leaving only a trace of power.

As time passed, many cultivators found a mountain to watch the show. They wanted to see how Wang Lu, a hidden cultivator, would fight with the Venerable. They also wanted to see if they could take advantage of the situation. If both sides were injured, they would be very jealous of the iron rod in Wang Lu's hand.

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"Venerable Bai Yu, do you think the iron rod in his hand is a Taoist weapon?"

On Qingxu Mountain, three figures stood, two of whom were the middle-aged man in white robes who bought Wang Lulong's corpse, and the young man behind him.

Listen to the question from the middle-aged man in white robes.

Another old man in green robes holding a dustpan on the top of the mountain stroked his beard and pondered, "Hmm... not like..., although the iron handle in this boy's hand is powerful, it does not have any Taoist aura, but for some reason, it seems very heavy, but this boy holds it as if it is nothing."

The old man in green robes made a conclusion, but could not see the specific clues.