Above the Immortal Cultivation

As soon as Wang Lu left the secret realm of Chaotian Palace, he quickly moved away from Caoshan. He was worried that something unpredictable and terrible would happen in the strange Caoshan.

Chaotian Palace is located in the ninth domain, and Siniang is in the fourth domain. There are five domains in between. The two are billions of miles apart.

The top priority is not to escort the eggs, but to pull Mao Ju back from the hands of death.

The Duckweed Prairie is home to countless densely packed insects and foreign objects. It is not easy to find a hidden and safe hiding place.

Maybe there are hundreds of millions of poisonous insect monsters coming in for no reason.

If it doesn't work on earth, then go to heaven.

With the green bird's speed of catching a breath of 850 feet, it is still barely enough as long as it does not encounter a ninth-level celestial demon.

He thought about it in his heart, there is a super teleportation array between each domain from the first domain to the ninth domain. It is so far away that even if it flies at the third top speed, it will take many years. If that is the case, whenever the Four Saint Sons gather, How could the various domain lords arrive in just a few days?

In his opinion, no one knew except the domain master who knew the location and method of opening the teleportation array.

In the past twenty years, he planned to slowly nourish Mao Ju's body with milk extraction, while carefully studying and deducing "Across the Clouds", "Infinite" and "Endless Overlap".

"Green Bird, let's go."

Wang Lu whispered, "Bang", a dazzling green light rose into the sky, and the green bird flashed and stopped steadily in front of him.

"Well, not bad, not bad. In just over forty years, we have gone from 850 feet to 910 feet."

Wang Lu nodded in admiration.

Huh?

Suddenly, he was pleasantly surprised. Could it be that this guy Hulu was going to recover and come back?

Because only it can gradually repair the green bird.

Think about it carefully, hey, I am too happy, and I don’t know when the gourd will come back?

It should be that Xiao Yuanying has made great progress and improvement when he achieved the transformation of gods, and thus has powerful enhancements to various treasures.

The Green Bird is one of the beneficiaries.

Wang Lu stepped forward and directly threw in several high-grade wind spirit stones. The green bird disappeared like a green light arrow through the air.

On the green bird, he first released the feather torch from the man's bag. Seeing that his pulse was still weak and lifeless, he couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, the gloomy complexion has improved a little bit, and milk extraction plays a major role.

To Mao Ju, milk extraction was nothing. As long as it could save his life, he would not frown even if it was all used up.

"Come."

He simply set up a formation to isolate the spiritual power from leaking out, and the magic power dispersed two drops of milk. "Wow!" A sheet of milky white spiritual liquid enveloped him.

Wang Lu watched his situation intently. As the day passed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. His hanging heart was slightly relieved. The spiritual liquid was slowly seeping into his body as Mao Ju breathed and breathed for a long time. .

Help!

Wang Lu was overjoyed. At this rate, it would take him almost twenty years to rebuild his foundation.

Just add two drops of milk extract for half a year.

Naturally, the milk extraction once every six months can be handed over to the Iron Wood Ape Puppet.

"brush."

He did whatever came to his mind, and he was filled with sadness when he looked at the puppet which was as clumsy as a stone.

The one that the master left to him, because he unswervingly carried out his orders, was eventually buried in the Qianxi Sea of ​​the Linglong Sea together with the Qingluan Flying Ancient Treasure.

When his cultivation reached the stage of becoming a god, it was not easy to get any puppet he wanted, but he only loved the original Iron Wood Ape puppet.

After a magic spell was fired, two turbid gazes appeared in Tiemu Yuan's godless eyes. He handed it a bottle of milk extract and a storage bag filled with high-grade wind spirit stones. Wang Lu sat cross-legged and began to talk. A recreation of "Across the Clouds".

Next there was a small meridian, which he had failed to find in the past few years.

I believe that we will be able to find and understand it in twenty years.

Wang Lu watched with his eyes, nose and heart, and fell into a long period of rejection and search.

Not only did the green bird's speed surge, but it also seemed to have developed a little bit of spirituality. Although it had a planned route in the center of the array, whenever it sensed a very powerful monster insect, it would make a big circle and stay away from it.

This was something Wang Lu didn't know.

Just like that, time rushed by like running water, and twenty-five years passed in a flash.

Wang Lu woke up a few days ago.

He looked calmly at Mao Ju, who was full of life again, and his life was saved.

But he was injured too badly, and his subconscious was slowly recovering. It would take at least a hundred years for him to wake up.

It will take a hundred years to return to the top intact.

well……

He let out a long sigh.

After knowing that the jade slip was the authentic copy of "Huntu Kung", he had a rough guess, and Mao Ju pinned all his hopes on him.

Now, with the facts before his eyes, he suddenly realized that the so-called hope was for him to calculate the spirit-transformation stage skills of "Huntu Kung".

As for why Mao Juwei is so convinced that he can deduce a follow-up technique that has nothing to do with him and that he completely understands and that is likely to surpass the top-level heaven-level technique?

In fact, the cause and effect of everything still lies with him.

No wonder Mao Ju had a surprised and weird expression when he heard that he had created the "hooking" technique on the spot. It turned out that at that time, he had considered it.

In this case, where is the Qingqiu Rift Valley?

Hahahaha, there is no Qingqiu Rift Valley in the world. Even if there is, it only exists in the upper realm above the head.

Your life span was already very short. Excluding the two hundred years of recovery, even if you found the Qingqiu Rift Valley and obtained the subsequent exercises, would you still have time to impact the transformation of the spirit?

Perhaps you have already calculated this point, right?

Brother Ju, Brother Ju, you really have good intentions. I, Wang Lu, am completely convinced by you!

Your half-dead look makes people feel sad. Ha, who makes us brothers!

But then again, if I can't figure it out, or if I practice it and you go crazy, don't blame me.

In fact, he successfully opened up the meridians in the twelfth year, and the speed was faster than he expected.

Originally, he thought that he could only reach the third extreme speed of three thousand feet per breath, but he never expected that he could not only reach it but also exceed one hundred feet. With all his strength, such a speed almost broke his body.

Wang Lu was speechless, and he was in pain and happiness.

The deduction of "Across the Clouds" has come to an end for the time being, and the improvement of strength is imminent.

However, when he wanted to continue to practice Wuliang, Mao Ju's everything disrupted all his plans.

The most important thing was to help him figure out the Huashen period of Hun Tu Gong. Otherwise, even if Mao Ju came back alive and well, he would return to dust in less than 120 years and never come back.

There was no other way. He could only read Hun Tu Gong, which he had never touched before, from the Qi Refining period, and read it over and over again thousands of times...

However, Hun Tu Gong and his own Liu Fu Jue were completely unrelated. The more he read, the more he thought. This magical method had already made him anxious. He couldn't help but practice secretly several times, and almost had a big conflict with Liu Fu Jue, which made him step into the place of no return.

He could only carefully explore and pursue it in his sea of ​​consciousness and thoughts, without calling a trace of mana.

This is how he used his snow pupils to fearfully understand and test the "Hun Tu Gong" for the next thirteen years.

At this moment, he finally came to the fourth area of ​​the Hundred Clans under the rule of Si Niang.