Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu was calm as usual and walked forward step by step unhurriedly.

For half an hour, all kinds of auditory hallucinations and hallucinations disintegrated like ice and snow melting before his eyes.

Outside the formation, a young man in the late stage of divine transformation curled his lips. The early stage Thousands of Illusions and Transformations Formation was only scratching the surface for a strong person in the early stage of divine transformation with a strong soul, and the impact it could bring was limited.

But as time goes by, when you step into the center of the formation, the formation will start from the depths of the monk's heart, causing it to produce countless and overwhelming illusions from the inside out, making the monk's mind extremely confused and unable to extricate himself. , so that he went crazy and died suddenly.

Of course, he believed that as far as the black-clothed monks were concerned, they would only be trapped for a moment, and the formation would collapse on its own.

And what he wanted was that moment of opportunity.

Hey, it doesn't take a moment, just three breaths is enough.

When his mind is in a state of confusion and he strikes out with heavy punches, he will inevitably be seriously injured. At that time, the initiative will be in his own hands, and it will be up to him to decide whether to advance or retreat.

Even if those in power wanted to find fault with him, they would not be able to do so.

This person is so powerful that even after he entered the secret tribe, he did not care about the face of the secret tribe and destroyed the "empty and invisible" ancient formation with heavy hands.

The only flaw in this formation is the Tianyuan Sect's Splitting Order. Who would have thought that this person could destroy it on his own in an unprecedented way.

Fortunately, this place is located in a special location in the Western Plains, and has been rarely visited by people for hundreds or thousands of years.

Otherwise, during the one-month recovery period of this formation, the secret tribe would not be able to reveal it to the world and make it known to everyone. How can it be regarded as a "secret"?

The hatred is ready and ready to attack, just waiting for the moment when Wang Lu's soul invades him.

Not long after, Wang Lu, who was calm and unhurried, frowned, and a blur of light shone in his eyes.

The hatred suddenly rejoiced, and the man in black was obviously affected, but he was still waiting. Wang Lu had not yet reached the heart of the formation, and by then, it would be the time for the thunderous strike.

He accurately calculated the time breath by breath. At the same time, he also had a clear mind and a clear grasp of Wang Lu's confusion at this time.

Soon, soon.

The last twenty breaths, the last ten breaths, the last breath.

kill!

That strange force separated them life and death, and Song Fengyu was not worried about Wang Lu's safety at all.

He had heard about the road to the Holy Mountain of the Secret Tribe from his father.

According to Song Mingtang's guess, the flat ground at the bottom of the valley where they were teleported was the valley of the Holy Mountain, and the eight bluestone mountain roads that snaked up or down from their feet in all directions could lead to the Holy Mountain.

However, there is only one person on each road. If there are two people, they will be forcibly separated.

Now it seems that it is exactly what dad expected.

But, what a coincidence, my mother is in the Holy Mountain.

The reason why he had to bring Wang Lu was so that if he failed, he could rescue his mother and bring his father's bones back.

Oh, by the way, take his body away too.

In fact, he didn't want Song Mingtang's guess to be true. Although his current strength exceeded his father's, it wasn't by much.

Dad fell at the third level, and he may follow suit at the fourth level.

Who doesn’t want to live, who doesn’t want to live forever, who doesn’t want to ascend the great road and gain great freedom and great fortune?

However, when it comes to some major issues of right and wrong, if you lose your original intention, God will not tolerate it, and you will be worse than a pig or a dog.

Song Fengyu faced life and death with a smile on his face, without fear.

The formations used to break into the Holy Mountain are different every time, but the same thing is that each time the formations at each level are ridiculously strong, and the strength of the gatekeepers is unpredictable.

The first level, the illusion array.

Huh, trying to trap me with a magic array is too underestimated and just a fool's errand.

"咻咻咻咻咻..."

Countless scenes from his childhood came out of nowhere, rushing into his mind like a fleeting glimpse of flowers.

"drink."

Song Fengyu sneered, pointed his hands towards the void, and with a soft "pop" sound, a fire particle lit up on his body.

Immediately, the entire body burst into flames and burned fiercely.

He used his body as flame to burn away all the strange powers that came from across the sky.

In an instant, the whole person felt clear and wise.

"Whoosh."

The speed of a finger snap of three thousand feet is like chasing the stars and chasing the moon, reaching the pinnacle.

"As expected of the son of Song Mingtang and Liu Fangfei, he has actually raised the Eclipse Flame, which is specially designed to restrain the fantasy fire. He is indeed quite capable. However, this fire consumes mana. Even if your speed is so fast that even I would be ashamed. It will also consume 30% of your mana. Ha, don’t underestimate these three levels of mana. Many times, the straw that breaks the camel’s back is often that.”

"The road to the Holy Mountain is not that easy. Now that you have a way to crack it, for the sake of your mother and your dead father, I will turn a blind eye and let you live first. So what about Cheng. Hey, I want to see what you can do to me when you are in power."

Luo Fangzhou's eyes flashed with strange lights.

When he first came to power, Liu Fangfei's behavior made him feel resentful. However, due to his low cultivation and low status, he could only keep his resentment in his heart.

Now, he can be regarded as sitting at the top of the secret clan. Although looking at that matter with today's eyes, he would be understandable in taking charge, but after all, he is still too cold and ruthless.

"Come."

Luo Fangzhou pulled his hand, and a vague, square and colorless array came to him.

"call."

He took a deep breath, and a powerful and powerful mana was injected into it.

"Zi..."

In the blink of an eye, 50% of his mana left him, and he suddenly felt weak.

He nodded, waved his sleeves, and the formation disk disappeared.

At the same time, Song Fengyu, who was in the formation and glimpsed the light and shadow, felt something in his heart. He felt the change of this formation. As for how it changed, he had to encounter it to know.

Wang Lu's eyes struggled back and forth between absent-mindedness and clarity, from the moment half an hour ago to the three breaths at this time.

The center of the formation not only has endless strange visions and illusions, but also is a maze that is difficult to break out of.

Wang Lu has been wandering here for half a cup of tea without any consciousness, as if he was clear but out of control.

When the last breath came, Qiu Yi did not attack Wang Lu according to his strong belief, and he stopped the reversal of the practice.

Because, at the moment he took action, a cold chill swept through his body.

This chill did not come from the outside world, but from the sudden self-alertness of the "Qingxin Jue" minor supernatural power that he had practiced for 1,600 years to achieve great success.

Immediately, his impulse was cooled down, and he calmed down completely.

The other party must be acting, and it was a perfect acting that deceived all his senses.

It was as if Wang Lu was in control of the real Thousand Illusions Formation, and the formation in his hand was a fake and defective product.

What exactly was the problem?

Qiu Yi's mind was spinning rapidly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed by like lightning.

Three breaths.

Three breaths?

Three breaths!

Yes, three breaths!

Why could the other party accurately capture the three breaths, the brief pause that he hoped to see and wanted, and it was still the eternal three breaths in that half a cup of tea.

The other party was clearly letting him strengthen his belief in his heart, just three breaths, three breaths were enough, and told him to feel free to boldly deliver a fatal blow.

However, the fact was that it was not him but the other party who delivered the fatal blow.

"Boom!"

Thinking of this, Qiu Yi felt a chill on his back, as if he fell into an ice cellar.