Seeking the Way of Immortality

In the small world, after Xuanjun appeared, all the powerful men bowed and saluted.

Nowadays, Xuanjun's identity and cultivation are no secret in the eyes of everyone. With a great sage sitting in the small world to protect them, they have a lot of confidence.

"What are you doing?"

"Reporting to your lord, we are grateful for the kindness of fellow Taoist Wu Zheng and repay the favor by building a 'Thousand Layer Glazed Pagoda' in the small world for the disciples of fellow Taoist Wu Zheng to practice." Zhufeng spoke respectfully.

"Well, you do have a heart."

"Sir, is there something wrong with you coming here?" Lie Yuanxiao asked.

"The power of the blood in this blood sea has been reduced by about half after entering the small world. If you can't solve this problem, then you don't have to go to the underworld. Only by staying in the small world can you settle down and live. The way." Xuanjun said unceremoniously.

"Sir, we have realized this, but although we have practiced the underworld skills, we have never been able to adapt to the rules of the underworld." Lieyang said respectfully.

"Have you ever had close contact with the blood in the blood pool? Have you ever thought of ways to refine it?"

"Sir, if we are just in close contact, we cannot withstand the corrosive power in the blood. As for refining, we don't even dare to think about it."

"Then let me tell you, Wu Zheng is refining blood on the sea of ​​blood at this moment."

"What, how dare Fellow Daoist Wu do this?"

"Oh my god, is Wu Daoyou not willing to die?"

"It's really not easy for Fellow Daoist Wu to get to where he is today. It's better for me to wait!"

"We monks can defy the will of heaven and become immortals. If we don't work hard, we will never become immortals!"

After finishing speaking, Xuanjun flashed, entered the formation where the blood pool was, and began to refine the blood and water into his body.

"Fellow Taoist Wu Zheng, who is not only a god-transformer, dares to refine the blood of the sea of ​​blood, but we are now in the realm of refining the void, but we are looking forward and backward and cannot refine a drop of blood, so we can refine one-tenth, one-tenth. If not, then refine it one percent." Emperor Lieyang gritted his teeth and immediately turned around and walked into the formation where the blood pool was.

With Emperor Lieyang taking the lead, powerful men such as Lie Yuanxiao, Zhufeng and others entered the formation one after another. As Lieyang said, if you can't refine a drop of blood, then you can refine one-tenth, one-tenth. If you can't convert it, then refine it one percent. As long as you dare to do it, half the battle will be won!

Every step in the Shifang Extermination Formation was filled with strong men one after another. The eerie and terrifying aura in the blood pool was extremely strong, and all kinds of negative energy were constantly impacting everyone's souls. There were those who were slightly weaker in cultivation. People cannot bear it at all. After dozens of breaths, their faces become ferocious and their blood vessels swell.

There was no need for Zhufeng Lieyi and others to take action. Xuanjun was always paying attention to everyone. As soon as there was danger, he would wave his sleeves and send that person away from here.

"This method needs to be done step by step, don't be greedy for success!"

After finishing speaking, Xuanjun's figure flashed again and entered deeper into the blood pool. Zhufeng Lieyang and others took over Xuanjun's task, while sensing the power in the blood pool, they paid attention to the movements around them.

The various forces coming from the Phoenix Realm are so united for the first time!

But he said that above the sea of ​​blood, after merging a large amount of blood, Wu Zheng's body became harder and harder. His skin color, which was originally like a baby, turned red in just a few breaths, as if he had been scalded by boiling water. In just a few breaths, Wu Zheng's skin returned to normal again, and like this, covered by the power of time, another day and night passed.

"call."

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Wu Zheng stood up. At the same time, the bones all over his body crackled, and the strength of his physical body was more than doubled. Although he had not yet advanced to the second level of the Great Flesh Body, he was already at the peak of the first level.

Blood water can not only temper the physical body, but also temper the spirit. After Wu Zheng's spirit has withstood the intrusion of various forces in the blood water, it has become more stable. Although his spiritual consciousness has not increased much, it has been tempered here. , the level of purity has reached a new level.

"It's time to leave." After saying this, Wu Zheng secretly circulated his true energy, and the black-topped boat shot towards the mountain of corpses like an arrow from a string.

As the awning boat approached the mountain of corpses, a terrifying and gloomy force struck. Even the awning boat's hardness was squeezed by this terrifying force and creaked.

"Who dares to break into the mountain of corpses?" A loud voice sounded from the mountain of corpses, and countless skulls floated up from the ghost shadows, roaring away towards Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng was running "Soul-Eating Art", and the aura all over his body was ghastly and terrifying, turning into a huge hand and slapping away at those skulls.

"Brother, come and play!"

"Little brother, can you come over for a drink?"

"Hey, little guy, ancestor, I have the secret method of becoming an immortal here, do you want to practice it?"

"I died so miserably, give me back my life!"

Various sounds resounded from the mountain of corpses, constantly impacting Wu Zheng's soul. Wu Zheng's soul was tempered by the sea of ​​blood and was no longer afraid of these powers. A cold snort sounded from the soul, shaking the entire void. Tremor.

"A mere dead soul dares to be so arrogant in front of me!"

With a loud shout, Wu Zheng shook his right wrist, and a silver-white light blade shot out from his palm. Wherever the silver-white light blade passed, the space was cut, and all the dead souls and skeletons disappeared instantly.

While practicing the power of time on the blood sea, Wu Zheng not only condensed his physical body and soul, but also the power of time and space. This blow at this moment was a space blade condensed by the power of space.

Even though those skeletons were extraordinary, they could not withstand the attack of the space blade. They disappeared on the spot and turned into ashes.

At the same time, Wu Zheng touched the cabin with his toes, and his figure whistled up and landed directly on the pile of corpses. Unexpectedly, as soon as Wu Zheng's feet landed, the pile of corpses turned into ashes in an instant like ice and snow melting, and Wu Zheng's body continued to fall down.

Countless skeletons gathered from all directions, some stretched out their eerie claws, some spit out fishy and unpleasant breath, or turned into beautiful women, whistling at Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng was not afraid, his whole body was full of ghostly aura, flowing around his body, and golden light burst out from his eyes, illuminating thousands of miles away.

"Cut!"

As Wu Zheng's voice fell, the space blade reappeared, and all the skeletons were chopped into pieces again. They were not Wu Zheng's enemies at all.

"Are you the Ghost King?"

"Since you know my identity, why don't you leave quickly!" Wu Zheng said in a deep voice.

Because he had been in the blood sea for a long time and condensed the blood water of the blood sea to refine his body and soul, Wu Zheng's aura was no different from that of a ghost cultivator. At this moment, when he activated the Soul Devouring Art, his strength was exactly that of a spirit transformation realm. According to the level of ghost cultivators, he was a ghost king.

Not far from Wu Zheng, dozens of lonely ghosts with almost solid bodies appeared. Each of them had a cultivation level no less than that of a ghost king. There were both men and women, old people and children among those ghost cultivators.