Above the Immortal Cultivation

As the pinnacle of foundation-casting mana, the Magic Power Realm can be said to be the only one of its kind.

However, both cultivation level and realm are endless. Only by constantly climbing can one be immortal and last forever.

In fact, as long as Wang Lu thinks deeper, he will find the answer.

As a cultivator who goes against the will of heaven, he not only faces the harvest of the god of death, longevity, but also has to guard against sneak attacks or stabbings in the back from others. He will not use up his magic power like self-harm.

Besides, if your power is exhausted, you have to meditate to recover, which is a waste of precious time. If you encounter an enemy or a sudden disaster, you can only lament and wait for death.

How is this different from committing suicide?

Even if they knew that there was such a way to purify and refine mana, who would make fun of their own wealth and life unless absolutely necessary?

In a word, life is still not enough.

If one drop of milk extract is not enough, add another drop.

After only a few dozen breaths, Wang Lu's magic power was completely restored.

Extracted milk is worthy of being the essence of heaven and earth, and is the best choice for preserving life.

He had to feel it deeply once again and pay more attention to it.

Wang Lu stood up and Qin Hui and Duan Zhi were waiting for him.

Qin Huijiao smiled and said, "It's good to be congratulated. Brother Wang will be blessed if he survives the catastrophe. I wonder what we should do next?"

Duan Zhi was so shocked.

Common sense in the world of cultivating immortals is that immortal cultivators are either not injured, and if they are injured, it is difficult to recover, especially injuries to various acupoints, meridians, meridians, internal organs, and internal organs in the body. They are not only tiny but also very fragile, and require subtle care like boiling a frog in warm water. Only with warmth can it gradually recover.

He clearly saw how serious Wang Lu's injury was. Let alone others, even if it were left to him, it would take decades to recover as before.

Wang Lu's recovery speed was too fast, too quick, too unexpected, like a divine help.

In his opinion, in such a short period of time, at most a few people can reach the sky.

Does he have some unknown panacea that can turn decay into magic and the impossible into possibility again and again?

He was puzzled.

Seeing the doubt, wonder and hope in Duan Zhi's eyes, Wang Lu couldn't possibly say to him, "Hey, it's like I'm not injured. It's all brought to me by the unique "Kui Niu Treading Technique" in the world today"?

He couldn't help but feel happy, and said with confidence and heroism: "Surviving a catastrophe may not be a blessing, just because Ximen Qian is not a real catastrophe. There are problems thousands of times more severe than him, and that is The mystery of lines. What I said in the previous paragraph suddenly enlightened me. The path of wonder is the path of change. When observing the lines becomes unbearable, they will remain unchanged. At this moment, you will turn from the path of wonder to the path of righteousness. From this moment on, You are truly qualified to seize the throne.”

Wang Lu paused for a few breaths and said seriously: "However, this is just one of them."

Is there anything else you haven't thought of?

Duan Zhi and Qin Hui looked puzzled.

Wang Lu continued: "It's still a cliché. To trace the source, we have to find the answer from that voice. "The three final candidates", the current candidate is only Dong Wushuang. As long as the five-year period has not arrived, there is still a gap. Two, the innate conditions are still met, that is to say, when the incense master cannot bear the line of sight, he will turn from odd to positive and automatically become one of the candidates. Since the rules are set, even the person who created this secret realm cannot change it. Therefore, I guess that there is another important reason why Ximen Qian and the Ninth Prince secretly joined forces, and that is the "three candidates". Only by expelling or killing everyone else can the "three candidates" mentioned by the voice be satisfied. This is a rigid condition. If everyone gathers together, no matter how talented they are, they will not be able to grasp the essence of the problem in a single light among thousands of things. Now it seems that Ximen Qian and Jiu are the best. There must be one person among the princes. So, who is this person? "

"However, now that the matter is imminent, I can't control that much."

Wang Lu laughed self-deprecatingly and said: "Okay, let's go ahead and talk. In fact, what we have to do is very simple. We can enter the palace directly in a swagger. Miss, just start cracking it without caring about anything. Bai Yang is indeed powerful. But there is still a certain gap compared to Ximen Qian, so leave this person to me and Duan Zhi.”

"The most important point is that we must find the number "seventeen". According to my inference, Qizheng Secret Realm attaches great importance to this number for some unknown reason. After I came back to life, I had an intuition that seventeen will be our number. The key to survival.”

"Entering the Sea of ​​Fire from the Mountain of Swords, the seventeenth floor is the strongest and fiercest fire. The most important thing is, have you noticed that there are seventeen people who came to the palace, including me, there must be something going on here. The profound meaning.”

Just like looking at the moon in the water or flowers in the mist, Wang Lu seemed to see something but also seemed to see nothing at all. He spoke in a thought-provoking tone.

Duan Zhi and Qin Hui quickly recalled, and the scene changed:

Ximen Qian, the ninth prince, the female cultivator in silver, Lu Xun, Gongzi Yan, Chengchuan, Shangguan Xi, Chen Jun, Huang Taizong...

"No more, no less, exactly seventeen."

The two of them exclaimed almost in unison.