Above the Immortal Cultivation

Under the golden halo of the Jin Luan Order, everyone teleported away in turn with a tacit understanding.

No fear of being tracked or intercepted.

At their level, as long as there is no huge gap in strength, there is no need to worry about their own safety even if they are alone.

Let’s talk about the powerful ones in the transformation stage, who doesn’t have some special skills?

Even if you want to die, it is not an easy thing.

This trade fair can be said to be a fruitful return. I believe that with these dozens of bottles of elixir, he can enter the middle stage of divine transformation in one step.

How difficult it is for outsiders to obtain the elixir for the transformation of gods. If there is no Duckweed Prairie and the others, what can they do in exchange for it?

Yes, there is, it is a high-level high-level talisman.

But firstly, he didn't have time, and secondly, everyone's needs were different. Even if the high-level talisman could be exchanged for enough spiritual stones, there was a high chance that he wouldn't be able to exchange for even one pill.

It seems that the treasures must not only be plentiful, but also heavy, and the shortcut to obtain them is to visit other people's lairs.

Thinking back then, the raging bear made him a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help but smile evilly.

The seven treasures he finally took out were his top choices, and they can be said to be rare in the world.

Especially the Wan Zhang Hong Chen Hua who was replaced by the woman in the peacock mask. It is said that there is a mysterious sect in Zhongzhou that specializes in the practice of exotic flowers. It is powerful and has extraordinary strength. Even the sixteen superpowers rarely take the initiative to provoke it.

Could it be that she is from this sect?

Wang Lu walked out of the shop silently. The shopkeeper and the waiter in Qingyi were nowhere to be found and were empty.

He didn't pay attention and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

However, in a second-floor shop opposite Qingyu Pavilion, two pairs of eyes were staring at him through the restriction until he disappeared.

One of them is Mr. Cao, the host of this trade fair.

I saw him respectfully accompanying a young man with an ordinary face and wearing ordinary silver clothes.

"Is this person Wang Lu?"

the man asked.

"Yes and no."

Mr. Cao replied.

"how do I say this?"

"Wang Lu hid his little magical power and it can be determined that he came from Zhu Ning of the West Desert Lingyu Sect. For this reason, she was charged with the crime of deceiving her master and destroying her ancestors and was expelled from the master. Wang Lu became a god and solved the problem for Lingcai Pavilion. The Zeng family is in danger of being annexed. We have very little information about him. It seems that someone in Xuan used a silver pen. Judging from the collection of various aspects, this person is steady and step-by-step. The openness and willfulness of the male cultivator in the monkey head mask are totally different and difficult to judge."

Mr. Cao said.

The young man waved his hand: "What should come will always come. I heard that many people in Xuanzhong have a close relationship with him, especially Qin Hui and Yin Shijiu. They are also my potential enemies this time. It seems they want to You still have to make some preparations to aspire to the throne.”

Mr. Cao was silent for a moment and then said: "The monkey-headed man is indeed a good choice, but this man has an unknown origin and is as cunning as a fox. He got rid of our tracking in the blink of an eye. The position is of great importance. I think that although Wang Lu He is the leader of the Hundred Arts Ranking, but in the world of immortality, strength is respected after all. My favorite son of Zhongzhou is as bright as a star. There are countless people with superior strength. There are many people who are stronger than him. As the young master said, it is very possible. People have been attracted by Qin Hui or Yinjiu, so there is no need. "

The man thought for a few breaths and nodded: "Mr. Cao, you are right, so be it. What is supposed to come will always come, and it will be the next one. But I always feel that Wang Lu may not be as simple as other leaders. Yin Ninth Senior Brother used to be a close friend of him, but for some reason, he still refused to reveal anything about him. "

When Mr. Cao saw that the man was no longer entangled, he felt relieved and said, "The Yinjiu family are all famous for their eccentric temperaments, and they often do some unpredictable and bizarre things. The more critical the moment, More and more."

Hearing this, the man smiled and said: "That's very good. I hope I won't disappoint everyone by then. By the way, there is still something for Mr. Cao to worry about. Yuyuan's attitude and choice are very crucial. I hope..."

"Don't worry, young master, the prison abyss is not Yin Qi's alone. Even if we don't get his support, others can't even think about it, especially Yin Jiu."

The young man looked at the long street with people coming and going and the disappeared royal road, and said calmly: "Thank you for your work. Cao is old."

The moment Wang Lu stepped out of Qingyu Pavilion, he felt as if someone was following him vaguely.

He turned a blind eye, blended into the crowd, and immediately threw away the pursuer.

In order not to be missed by interested people, he suddenly changed his face and suppressed his cultivation to the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Returning to the Baixian Inn, he asked for a new room, 5106.

He took out 30,000 high-grade spiritual stones at once.

Go up to the fifth floor, close the door, and fully activate the formation.

No more negligence, he was silent for a while, his spiritual energy was still sufficient.

So I made do with it and started my first retreat practice after entering the stage of transformation.

Wang Lu sat cross-legged, calm and calm, with his hands clasped together and his magic power slowly flowing away.

After a big week, the energy reached the peak, "Come on", and while saying to himself, a green Dalong Pill jumped into his mouth.

"boom!"

As soon as Fang entered his stomach, a powerful and astonishing spiritual power exploded in his body.

A spell was fired, quickly leading the army of spiritual power towards the tiny acupuncture points and meridian pulses.

Soon, Wang Lu fell into selfless practice.

In three months, Dalong Dan's spiritual power was exhausted, and his mana only increased by one thousandth.

Go on, one bottle, two bottles, three bottles...

The speed of refining is getting faster and faster. Thirteen bottles are used up, and the mana increases by one-fiftieth.

Five years go by without return, the second kind of Qisui Dahuan Dan.

A yellowish-brown Dahuan Dan is swallowed into the stomach.

Oh?

A tingling feeling from the bone marrow, blood marrow, and brain marrow rises all over the body, and then a piece of yellowish-brown strange spiritual power spreads in an instant, vast and endless.

Wang Lu unconsciously guides the spiritual power to continue moving forward.

Half a year later, one pill is used up.

Two, three, four, three bottles, five bottles, eight bottles, thirteen bottles.

Eleven years passed in a flash, the Qisui Dahuan Dan was consumed, and the mana increased by one-third.

Next, the Six Dusts Saha Dan.

This pill does not need his hand to guide the way, because it has completely blocked his six senses. Just a little thought is like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves. It is a top-grade spiritual pill for the early stage of transformation.

Twenty-two years passed like a flash, and Wang Lu's cultivation reached the latter part of the initial stage of the transformation of the spirit.

However, he was not satisfied, and he had a trump card.

The fierce ghost soul pill, a legendary top-grade elixir in the initial stage of the transformation of the spirit.

Go for it!

A black thumb-sized elixir seemed to have intelligence and was about to escape, but was chewed up by him brutally with a "hehe".

"Boom!"

A spiritual power volcano erupted, as if it instantly destroyed his three souls and seven spirits, and shocked him to the point of being infatuated.

"Ah!"

Wang Lu roared unconsciously.

In the roar, pain and joy intertwined, moans and joy intertwined, desires and obsessions entangled, giving him a kind of tangled mystery.

However, his spiritual consciousness was always shining, indifferent to his complicated feelings, and rushed into the spiritual power volcano first, calcining, baptizing and sublimating to the utmost.

Good stuff!

Completely different, unique!

One year, five years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, and then sixty years later...