Above the Immortal Cultivation

An hour passed by.

The extracted milk consumes three bottles, which is priceless.

Even if three mountains of spiritual stones were placed in front of him, Wang Lu would not exchange them for them.

Ever since I realized the life-saving value of milk extraction, I have been very cautious and reluctant to use a drop.

The amount of three bottles is enough. If you don't feel bad, it's a lie. The small pool in the Four Holy Sons' Chaotian Palace has been 70% gone.

But compared with the fatal loopholes that the two ignored, it was still worth it.

This is not only related to the lives of himself and Duan Zhi, but also the survival of Qin Hui and Luo Yan.

At this time, Qi Zhengdao seemed to know that even if he continued to fight, he would be dealt with. The resistance was no longer as strong as before, and the flow of Duan Zhi's mana gradually slowed down.

His face was no longer scary, and slowly returned to normal, calm and calm.

It seems that the battle with Qizheng Dao gave him some kind of revelation, giving him a deeper understanding and understanding of his own spiritual eyes.

Wang Lu watched Duan Zhi's subtle changes with a smile, feeling happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

It's normal now that I think about it.

No matter which one of the top ten spiritual eyes in the world of immortality is in the top ten, Qizheng Avenue is not even the slightest bit worse than the Avenue of Space and Time, so how can it be among the top ten?

The ten spiritual eyes essentially have a natural advantage over them. When applied to monsters, it is a complete bloodline suppression, and it will not work if they don't accept it.

Indeed, Wang Lu's idea is undoubtedly correct, but his imagination of the ten spiritual eyes is too superficial and takes it seriously.

Even if Duan Zhi's cultivation of Qingyan is very superficial and even unsightly, it is not comparable to most "Tao".

Not long after, the continuous memory images no longer arrived at the same speed as before, but came slowly through the air.

"That's you!"

Duan Zhi closed his eyes and opened them again.

He looked at Wang Lu calmly, cupped his hands and said: "Without the protection and support of fellow Taoist, I have become a mummy, thank you fellow Taoist! At the same time, through the contest with Qizheng Dao, my spiritual eyes have improved to a higher level. Lou, this is something I have never thought of. It’s all thanks to my fellow Taoist. Hey, I have an unkind request. I don’t know whether I should say it or not.”

Wang Lu laughed and said, "Haha, if you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it."

"Cough, cough."

One sentence made Duan Zhi laugh twice.

He said: "Fellow Taoist has also witnessed my entire process from death to life. This magical power consumes a lot of mana. Treasures from heaven and earth such as milk extraction are very rare. I have only taken one drop so far in my practice, and it is still very high." I got it by accident. I see that Daoyou still has some surplus, so I am shameless, can you give me a few drops? Ha, of course, I will agree to any conditions as long as it is not my life. "

When Wang Lu saw Duan Zhi talking with a smile, even wanting to kill the snake and follow the stick, he was full of curses in his heart:

Tsk, tsk, tsk, you look like this, you are almost here to rob me.

Well, after all, it’s considered life and death together, here it is for you.

My breast milk!

Wang Lu said nothing, and a white light flashed out. Duan Zhi was so happy that he swept his sleeves and put it into his storage bag without even looking at it.

As if he was afraid that Wang Lu would regret it, he jumped two feet away.

It's not without reason that he did this.

Firstly, he couldn't defeat Wang Lu, and secondly, even though Qing Yan took another step forward, facing him, the natural fear in his heart only increased.

This further confirmed that Wang Lu's spiritual eye was indeed above him.

Could it be that he has fiery eyes and golden eyes?

No, Master said, this spiritual eye is as good as blue eye, so where does the suppression come from?

Couldn't it be Yin-Yang pupils?

That's not right, I clearly saw the snowflakes falling in his eyes.

Snow spots, snow eyes?

Never heard of it at all, unheard of.

As for Duan Zhi's thoughts, Wang Lu couldn't even think of it even if he tried hard.

He waved his hand helplessly: "Look at how distrustful you are. I, Wang Lu, will never regret the things you sent out, and there are no conditions. Just let it be. It's best to let nature take its course. Say it, pay it forward There are so many, it almost brings me down, what part went wrong?”

Hearing this, Duan Zhi suppressed his smile and said solemnly: "Previously, I always thought that the problem was the Qizheng Avenue, which could be continuously destroyed by it. And when it came to the moment of taking the throne, this path no longer had any power. Variety."

"Except for the trouble caused by the Qi Zheng Secret Realm, there are not many holes in our inference. The only minor error lies in the horse-faced silver-robed monk."

"Silver-robed monk, what do you mean by this?"

Wang Lu said puzzledly.

Duan Zhi recalled: "Countless memories came to me like moths to the flame, and suddenly they reflected the almost invisible but subtle look in this person's eyes when he first entered this world and met the Eighth Princess. It was a sign of acquaintance. The long-lasting look. Do you know that this person is Zheng Xiong’s supporter?”

"In Qidao, once a supporter is decided, he cannot change his family, and the speed at which we pass the test is related to the ranking of the supporter."

"Then the question comes. Why Zheng Xiong doesn't have the slightest suspicion about him makes me puzzled."