Above the Immortal Cultivation

In just a few breaths, Wang Lu and Shadow were teleported to the mountain.

The old man stationed in the mountain was a white-haired and skinny old man.

The old man looked at the two of them in good spirits and said with a smile: "Ten high-grade spirit stones for each of you two young friends, just give them to me and you can leave."

The two were stunned, and Wang Lu took out fifty high-grade spirit stones from his storage bag without hesitation and handed them to him.

The old man quickly took the spirit stones and counted them carefully one by one.

The more he counted, the more obvious the joy between his eyebrows and eyes became. After he finished, he was afraid that Wang Lu would take back the extra spirit stones, so he quickly put them into the storage bag.

Then he took out a wine gourd, drank a few big gulps, burped heavily, and stared at Shadow with his eyes slanted, the meaning was obvious.

The two looked at the old man in confusion.

"Humph, young people nowadays don't know how to respect their teachers at all. Ha, little guy, I'm not talking about you, you are very good. "

The old man said to Wang Lu with a smile.

"Hmph, it's your turn now. Don't think that you don't have to pay the spirit stones if you cover your head. If you don't pay, you can't go anywhere."

The old man pointed at Anying angrily and scolded him. It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time. After a few words, he looked thirsty again, so he picked up the gourd and drank it.

"How can you..."

The shadow was about to answer.

"Why, why, why, take out the spirit stones quickly, otherwise, you will be in trouble soon."

The white-haired old man heard that Anying was about to say: Wang Lu has already paid fifty spirit stones...

Hearing this, Wang Lu was also speechless. He thought that fifty spirit stones were more than enough, but he didn't expect the white-haired old man to ask that everyone must hand in ten spirit stones in person to count.

"You, deceiving..."

"Ah! "

Before he finished saying the word "too much", Shadow's black hood suddenly exploded automatically, shattered without a trace, revealing his true face.

Caught off guard, a scream.

"Ah!"

However, when the white-haired old man saw Shadow's appearance, he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

On Shadow's face, there were dozens of wounds that were crisscrossed and intertwined like earthworms, which looked extremely scary.

Even Wang Lu was shocked. You should know that cultivators can generally use ointments to remove scars, which shows how many times he was injured and how serious his injuries were.

It's hard to imagine.

"Alas, Lei Shun must be crazy, and he made you suffer so much. Come, here is a box of "Wan Shang Yu". Take it, but you also have to hand over ten spirit stones. Forget it, I'll give you a discount, just five. "

The white-haired old man's heart softened and he frowned.

At this moment, Wang Lu and the others realized that when the old man waved his hand, his cultivation was at least at the Nascent Soul stage, but he had used his magical powers to suppress his cultivation to become a mortal without mana fluctuations.

The Shadow who suffered a loss hurriedly used his spiritual sense to check the storage bag. For a long time, he was embarrassed and bitter, and simply poured out all the things in the bag from the storage bag.

"Hua La Hua La Hua."

All of them were spiritual materials from some monsters and spiritual flowers, herbs and fruits unique to the vast sea, but there was not even a single spiritual stone, not even a low-grade spiritual stone.

"Damn it, Lei Zamao, the turtle son, actually plundered you so badly. Little guy, help your senior brother with those ten spiritual stones. "

The white-haired old man cursed with hatred.

He didn't dare to hand over five pieces. The white-haired old man was like an old naughty boy, with strong and unpredictable strength. Wang Lu had no choice but to take out ten high-quality spirit stones again and hand them to the old man.

The old man seemed to like counting spirit stones very much. He counted the ten spirit stones in his hand no less than three times.

Then, the old man looked at the two people carefully. His pair of piercing blue eyes seemed to be able to see through them, but he didn't dare to look directly at them.

After looking for a while, his eyes gradually became normal.

The old man made a gesture of invitation, and the two had no choice but to follow him.

With a wave of his hand, a round stone table and three stone benches appeared in the wide stone hall. In the corner, the old man asked them to sit down and pulled out the green gourd with a strong aroma of wine from his waist.

Seeing the gourd, Wang Lu felt very familiar, because his master also had a wine gourd, which he placed in the Aoshan Villa in Liupi Mountain, and it would always accompany him.

Two green jade bowls appeared in front of him, but Wang Lu's jade bowl was obviously smaller, and Shadow's was three times larger.

The old man filled them up and picked up the gourd to drink.

The spirit wine dripped down his beard.

Wang Lu looked at the crystal spirit wine in the bowl, picked it up without hesitation, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Drink! "

He almost vomited, the wine was too strong!

A strong burning sensation spread rapidly from his tongue to his throat and then to his whole body.

Bean-sized beads of sweat kept coming out from his forehead, and then, beads of sweat flowed out from his whole body.

Wang Lu felt like he was in a heavy rainy day, but there was a raging fire burning in his body. Like a drowning man, he was gasping for breath.

At the same time, a pain he had never experienced before quickly spread all over his body, "Ah", he couldn't help rolling back and forth on the ground.

First, white water beads appeared wildly, and then, beads of thick black sweat covered his whole body.

Now, even if Wang Lu was a fool, he understood that he had obtained a great opportunity to refine his body.

He ignored the unspeakable pain of the fire, and rolled over and over on the ground with all his strength, only in this way could he slightly reduce the pain.

At the same time, Shadow saw Wang Lu's situation. He, who never drank, drank the wine directly.

His body was like a burning fire like Wang Lu's. His whole body was like a fountain, and water gushed out from every pore of his body.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

He let go completely, the pain was unbearable, he roared loudly, and rolled back and forth on the ground.

Soon, the shouts of the two people came one after another, echoing for a long time.

After a long time, the two finally had no sound.

It's not that the pain disappeared, but that they had roared until their throats were hoarse and their voices were exhausted.

The rolling in silence, like in a coma, proved that the pain of their bodies had reached an unimaginable degree.

Not long after, they fainted.

The white-haired old man saw the two people sleeping, nodded with satisfaction, and whispered: "Lao Lei, I gave this last fortune to them. I don't know if it is what you want?"

Half a month later, the two woke up from deep sleep one after the other.

Looking at the empty stone hall with only the teleportation array left, the old man disappeared.

The two looked at each other and saw incredible expressions in each other's eyes.

Their bodies were cleansed again. If there were body-refining techniques, the speed of their cultivation would definitely be far beyond that of ordinary people, and they would advance by leaps and bounds.

Wang Lu's physical strength was comparable to that of a peak level 4 monster at this time. All the minor hidden injuries remaining in his body were repaired, and some blocked meridians and acupoints were all connected, just like a newborn baby.

However, it does not mean that this body-refining opened up all the meridians and acupoints in their body. However, when they practiced a certain magical power or technique, especially when they broke through the realm, they would spend more than twice as much time as others to clear those unknown meridians and acupoints.

For the cultivators who were originally racing against time with God, it was undoubtedly twice as effective with half the effort, and their chances of winning were greatly increased.

The cultivation of cultivators uses the body as a carrier. Even if the cultivation is strong, it is inseparable from the physical body that is the foundation of the world.

It is said that in the four great ages of the ancient times, the ancient times, the ancient times, and the recent times, the masters of supernatural powers not only cultivated their magic power, but also paid great attention to the forging of their bodies. Only by cultivating their physical bodies and breaking through the realm at the same time can they break out of their cocoons and become butterflies, turn into immortals, and fly to a higher and incredible world.

However, with the great changes in the world and the passage of time, the world of immortal cultivation has gradually shifted its focus to the direction of realm improvement, while ignoring the forging of the physical body.

As long as the realm is reached and the magic power is high enough, it is still possible to break through the air, which is also the norm in the world of immortal cultivation today.

Nowadays, the strength is rare, and it is ten thousand times more difficult for the strength cultivators to ascend than the law.

This situation has also led to the decline of the strength, and the prosperity is no longer there.