Above the Immortal Cultivation

There were less than three days left before the agreed time, and Wang Lu had calmed down from his worries. After dealing with Wu Du several times, Wu Du was definitely not someone who made promises easily. He felt that Xu Kui's matter was not simple, and the opponent should be extremely powerful and difficult to deal with, otherwise with Wu Du's ability, he would not have not appeared until now.

There were still three days, and Wang Lu had no choice but to wait.

On the last day, the day passed quickly and the night came. Wang Lu sat in the hall with some restlessness.

Suddenly his eyes jumped, and a shadow appeared in the hall. Wang Lu cast a spell to close the door before he could think.

Wu Du was covered in blood and kept coughing with blood in his mouth. He half-knelt in the lobby, tremblingly glanced at Wang Lu, and smiled bitterly: "There is news, hehe, Wu Du's words are still counted, it's not midnight yet."

Wang Lu did not speak, his eyes moved slightly, and he stepped forward to help Wu Du up and took him to the secret room where he practiced and retreated. Wu Du was seriously injured, gasping for breath like a drowning person, and insisted on sitting up, took out a pill as white as jade and as big as a marble from the storage bag, opened his mouth and swallowed it, and practiced meditation to regulate his breath.

At this moment, Wang Lu felt that the whole store seemed to be in a strong earthquake, and he knew that the people chasing Wu Du were coming.

"Hmph!" Wang Lu snorted coldly and said calmly: "Brother, just take care of yourself. I will help you collect some debts first."

He turned and left, and came to the lobby. His eyes condensed, and the door of the shop opened instantly. He removed the restrictions of the shop and stood at the door. Three masked Jindan middle-stage monks were holding their own magic weapons and standing outside the door with murderous intent. Obviously, they had set up a formation to isolate Wang Lu's shop from the outside world. It was obvious that they were worried about the discovery of the two sects of the Demonic Path, and wanted to kill Wang Lu, a Jindan early-stage monk, and capture the Five Poisons alive with a thunderous force.

One of the three monks with a sturdy figure said: "Hand over the Five Poisons, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, this day next year will be your memorial day."

"Second brother, why are you talking so much? Time is urgent. He is just an early Jindan monk. Just kill him." Another monk said coldly without any reservation.

Wang Lu looked at the three people calmly, and a faint smile gradually appeared between his eyebrows. He pointed at the monk who had just called him "Second Brother" and said, "Well said, I can't wait any longer. Time is urgent. After dealing with you three, I still have a lot of things to do."

As soon as the voice fell, the three people's hearts tightened. They suddenly felt as if they were on a rough sea, and there was a danger of capsizing at any time.

The three people shouted at the same time, and two swords and a knife instantly broke through the air with a strong whistle and strangled Wang Lu.

"Haha"

Wang Lu laughed a long laugh, and a green light suddenly appeared in the air like a firework. The magic weapons of the three people made three "bang", "bang", and "bang" explosion sounds in the green light.

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the three people spurted out three streams of blood at the same time. Just as they were shocked and released the defensive treasure, another green light bloomed around the three people. The three people were smashed to pieces by the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade, and not even a trace of soul escaped. If it weren't for the three storage bags that fell to the ground, the three people would have been like they had never been here.

Wang Lu looked up at the stars in the sky, and he returned to the shop calmly. Sitting behind the counter, he checked his mana, and his mana was almost consumed by a quarter.

In the previous attack, Wang Lu was angry. The Six-Star Arched Moon Blade was also used for the first time after he condensed the golden elixir. At the same time, with the blessing of the "Thousands of Threads Blade" formation, the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade was extremely sharp, and even the magic weapon that ordinary Jindan stage cultivators cherished as their lives could be shattered with one blow. Not only that, the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade was deeply hidden. Wang Lu believed that ordinary Jindan stage cultivators could not find his seven blades as fine as dust.

However, the shortcomings are also obvious. After casting a spell, Wang Lu's mana will flow down like a flood. Fortunately, Wang Lu has deep mana. If an ordinary Jindan early stage cultivator uses Wang Lu's trick, he will be sucked dry by the seven blades.

It seems that in the future, it is better to use the "Thousands of Blades" array as little as possible, otherwise, the monkey wine obtained on the Golden Monkey Island will be consumed by him before the Yuanying stage.

Wang Lu sighed that if the six-star arched moon blade can even destroy the storage bag, then it will be really worry-free.

Wang Lu took out a spiritual medicine, held two medium-grade spiritual stones in his hand, and meditated to recover.

A night passed peacefully like this. Wang Lu opened his eyes. He had recovered to the peak moment and just waited for the recovery of the five poisons.

In the next half month, Wang Lu went to the Eight Killing Hall founded by the Eight Killing Sect and bought a large number of pills that could restore injuries and mana, so as to make full preparations for the next action.

Wang Lu knew that once Wu Du woke up, the rescue operation of Xu Kui would be full of blood and gore that he could not have expected. For the sake of his own life, no preparation was too much.

It had been a month since Wu Du returned. During this period, Wang Lu went to Ba Sha Tang again to buy a series of spiritual materials for making talismans, and drew dozens of spiritual talismans again for emergency use.

Two months later, Wu Du finally walked out of the secret room, came to the lobby, and found Wang Lu.

Wang Lu saw that his face was still a little pale, and knew that he might have hurt his foundation. Otherwise, with Wu Du's strength, after two months of adjustment, his injuries would have healed almost completely.

Wu Du knew what Wang Lu was thinking, but he was calm and said, "Junior brother, do you have any thousand-year monkey wine? My injury can only be cured by ten thousand-year spirit milk or thousand-year monkey wine. If you have any, I am willing to buy it at a high price."

Wang Lu did not answer Wu Du's words. He knew the effect of half spirit milk very well. Ten thousand-year spirit milk and thousand-year monkey wine were essentially the same.

Wang Lu took out another bottle of thousand-year monkey wine from the storage bag and stuffed it into Wu Du's hand, smiling and saying, "Brother, take it. After you recover, I will fight side by side with you."

Just after Wang Lu finished speaking, something unexpected happened to them, and they were stunned.

Zi Jiuru came to the top of the ten thousand-year snow bottle like a flash of lightning. The two purple tentacles stretched gently, and the snow bottle came to its wings. Even if the wings vibrated sharply, the snow bottle was like taking root and could not fall down no matter what. Almost at the same time, it proudly flew to Wang Lu's shoulder.

At the same time, it communicated in its soul that it liked to drink this wine very much and asked Wang Lu to help it unseal it.

Seeing Wu Du who was surprised, Wang Lu smiled bitterly and said: "Brother, don't blame me. This is my natal spirit beast, named Zi Jiu. It is really too naughty, haha."

"Hey, what kind of spirit butterfly is this? Is it the fifth of the top ten strange insects, Bu Xu Silver Butterfly? But looking at its appearance, it is purple and gray, which doesn't look like Bu Xu Silver Butterfly? And other spirit butterflies have not been able to break through to the level of level 5 spirit beasts. Tsk, tsk, it's very rare." Wu Du saw Zi Jiu and said to himself.

"Haha, Senior Brother Du is really knowledgeable. If my Zi Jiu has one ten-thousandth of the ability of Bu Xu Silver Butterfly, then I will kowtow to the gods. Junior brother is also very puzzled. I have almost read all kinds of books about spirit beasts, demon beasts, strange beasts, and strange insects, but I haven't found a spirit butterfly like Zi Jiu." Wang Lu said puzzledly.

"But in my opinion, the strength of this spirit beast of yours is no less than that of an ordinary mid-stage Jindan cultivator. With such a speed, even those powerful seventh-level monster birds may not be as fast as it. Junior brother, how about you get this spirit butterfly?" Wu Du asked curiously.

For him, he can be regarded as a member of the way of beast control, so he is relatively clear about various monsters. However, he has never seen or heard of Wang Lu's spirit butterfly, which immediately aroused his interest. If Zi Jiu was not Wang Lu's spirit beast, he might have captured it and taken it back for a good study.

"Haha, I just got it by chance. Junior brother still needs you to rescue Xu Kui." Wang Lu saw stars flashing in Wu Du's eyes. He quickly took the snow bottle from Zi Jiu and handed it to Wu Du. He walked out of the hall with Zi Jiu. He also knew that Wu Du was obsessed with the study of monsters, especially unknown monsters, and he was so hungry that he forgot to eat and sleep.

He had to send Wudu away, lest he borrow Zijiu for help.

However, Wudu's smug words behind him almost made him fall down again: "Well, let's talk about this topic again after I recover from my injury."