Above the Immortal Cultivation

Xie Ming made a "please" gesture, and the young monk lazily walked out of the cell and walked straight forward. The two followed him silently.

Arriving at the hall, Xie Ming temporarily transferred the four foundation-building monks who were guarding, so as not to let them see that it would be too embarrassing if the new master was defeated. Then he set up another formation.

This secret base is the guard department of the attack department, hidden in the prosperous place of North Street. Who would have thought that a prisoner's place was built deep underground in an ordinary spirit beast store.

The guard department is in charge of Fan Cheng, a middle-stage Jindan of the attack department. However, this person was seriously injured in the process of arresting the young man, and is now in seclusion to recover.

"I don't have a spiritual weapon that I can use, and Senior Brother Xie has taken it for research for so long. Shouldn't it be returned to me, otherwise the Taoist friend on the opposite side may win unfairly."

The young monk teased.

Then he laughed and said, "Oh, by the way, just return the weapons I used to me. You can take the rest if you want. It can be regarded as my compensation to your so-called trash disciple with heavenly spiritual roots. Eighty thousand high-grade spiritual stones are more than enough."

When Wang Lu heard that this person had eighty thousand high-grade spiritual stones in his storage bag, his heart was shocked. It was too much.

The spiritual stones he got by fighting for his life and death were not as many as others' light words. It was simply a comparison that made people angry.

This also shows from the side that this person has an unusual background.

As if what he thought in his heart was hit by his words, Xie Ming blushed when he heard this, and threw a storage bag to the other party in hatred.

At first, when he saw the spiritual stones in the storage bag, he was really surprised. He had also had greed, but he immediately extinguished it.

He had never seen a huge sum of eighty thousand yuan, so he had to hand it over.

He was angry at the other party's understatement of the spirit stone, and even more angry that the genius disciple of the Kong Mansion more than ten years ago was devalued to nothing. When had the Kong family ever been treated differently like this?

Xie Ming gave Wang Lu a look, telling him not to show mercy and to kill this man's arrogance. It would be best if he was crippled, so that the forces behind him would have nothing else to say.

A fair fight did not use realm to suppress others. In this way, it was also a way to regain the Kong Mansion's position.

Wang Lu understood what Xie Ming was thinking. It seemed that this time a bloody fight was inevitable, and it was a bloody fight with all means.

Your performance was so realistic. If I didn't follow your wishes, how could I be worthy of your careful layout?

He sighed secretly. Maybe Lu Fenyi or even this mysterious monk specially arranged by the mysterious organization was the final test for him.

The young man casually played with an exquisite khaki knife and looked at Wang Lu.

The carefree male cultivator looked at Wang Lu and gradually put away his indifferent expression. He calmed down slowly. His face turned from red to black, and his hands became brighter red, forming a sharp contrast with the yellow knife.

The storm is coming!

This was Wang Lu's most intuitive feeling. The young man seemed to have changed into a different person. A strong aura of evil and resentment rushed towards him, like a fierce ghost crawling out of hell, fierce and cruel.

Wang Lu mentioned all his magic power without reservation. The six-star arched moon blades were lined up in a row, and the seven green blades were interlaced in front of him at a high speed, jumping left and right, up and down, and jumping non-stop.

As the six-star arched moon blades jumped, in less than three breaths, the seven blades disappeared, leaving only seven green dots, looming.

Seeing this, the young man was surprised and said, "I am Bai Han, from Zhongzhou. I didn't expect that there would be such a person like you in the West Desert. It's interesting, but be careful next time."

Xie Ming and Wang Lu didn't expect Bai Han to suddenly explain his origins. Just when Wang Lu was distracted, a yellow knife appeared on his back at lightning speed.

Without time to think about it, Wang Lu used the Ruofeng Talisman to escape a disaster.

"Good!"

Bai Han praised.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill surged into his heart. He used the Ruofeng Talisman again to jump into the Thousand Threads Blade Array. When he entered the center of the array, crackling sounds like rain hitting banana leaves continued to ring. The yellow spirit sword broke into the blade array with an orange-yellow knife shadow, and the yellow and green colors were divided into two and continued to blend.

After a while, Wang Lu's mana was rapidly depleted, less than one-third, while Bai Han's face became darker and darker, and a dark crescent moon appeared above his head.

At this time, Bai Han's mana was also consumed greatly.

He couldn't help but feel cold. He thought that he was proud of his mana comparable to that of the late Jindan stage in the foundation-building period. Even his master had never had such a foundation. He never thought that a cultivator who was exactly the same as him would appear in a small Western Desert. This made him jealous and excited. He wanted to destroy this person who was still growing up with his own hands, otherwise he might be a great enemy in the future.

After making up his mind, the black crescent moon above his head became clearer and clearer, and waves of cold and gloomy breath broke through the air. Wang Lu, who was in the battle circle, shuddered suddenly, his teeth were clenched, and his face turned pale. He took a look at the dark crescent moon that was about to condense, and realized that once it condensed into a circle, it would definitely freeze in the cold wave, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Wang Lu's eyes were firm, knowing that the only way out was to break the situation with the talisman.

He shouted loudly, and ten heavy water gun talismans were held in his hand. As soon as the heavy water gun talismans appeared, the entire space seemed to be pressed down by a heavy force, and the crescent moon above Bai Han's head also unconsciously lowered a few inches.

"Condensation!"

Bai Han shouted, and the dark crescent moon condensed instantly. A dark light spread out, connecting with the yellow sword shadow. The thousands of blade arrays retreated step by step. In less than a few breaths, they shrank to half a foot in front of Wang Lu.

Wang Lu felt as if his body was cut by a knife, and the cold air penetrated into him. The blade array would be disintegrated in less than three breaths.

"Go."

The situation was extremely critical. Wang Lu shouted, and ten heavy water gun talismans were activated in an instant and flew out of his hand. The black light and yellow sword light suddenly stopped, and a heavy water as high as ten feet covered the light and sword light, and both suddenly dissipated.

One of the black Su Ying spears pierced through the air and pointed directly at Bai Han's heart. The black crescent moon that was severely injured and about to disappear was stopped by him in a flash.

"Boom."

The ground shook, the heavy water tassel spear and the crescent moon were annihilated, Bai Han, with a pale face, was thrown far away by the powerful impact, with a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, staring at Wang Lu.

Wang Lu's situation was not much different. The activation of ten heavy water gun talismans almost drained all his magic power.

He leaned on the mother blade and half-knelt on the ground, wishing to activate the six blades to cut this man into pieces, but his magic power was exhausted and he kept gasping for breath.

He knew that he had won a little unfairly and had no other means to bully the other party.

But winning is winning, losing is losing. He laughed loudly, took out a small white jade bottle, drank a sip of five hundred years old monkey wine, and immediately, his exhausted magic power was restored.

"Kill."

Under Bai Han's vicious gaze, the six-star arched moon blade kept cutting him back and forth like a butterfly flying through flowers.

Bai Han was also tough. He let the blood flow all over his body without making a sound. His cold eyes seemed to want to swallow Wang Lu. Wang Lu didn't call back the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade until his body was completely broken and he passed out.

Humph, you want my life, I have never wanted to kill you.

If you were not sent by a special organization to test me, I would have sent you to the King of Hell to report.

The short but amazing duel between the two made Xie Ming tremble with fear.

He finally understood that no matter who Wang Lu or Bai Han was, even if he used all his means and went all out, he would end up defeated in the end.

At the same time, he looked at Wang Lu with a gloomy face and had no other thoughts.

The new attacker not only had extraordinary magic power, but also had many extraordinary skills and methods, and was also a ruthless and cruel person.