Above the Immortal Cultivation

For the next day or so, Wu Du refused to admit defeat and released the other four spirit beasts again to compete with Wang Lu's Zi Jiu, but they all ended up losing.

Not only were they not as fast as Wang Lu's Zi Jiu, but the five spirit beasts were also somewhat afraid of Zi Jiu, letting Zi Jiu fly around on Wang Lu's shoulders, like a victorious general, arrogant and proud. This made Wu Du sigh constantly, but he could do nothing about it, and almost reminded him of the idea of ​​snatching Zi Jiu again.

On the third day, noon arrived, Wang Lu and Wu Du focused their minds and faced it seriously, quietly waiting for the arrival of the giant tornado sandstorm.

"Here it comes!" Wu Du said in a deep voice.

In the distance, a tornado that connected the sky and the earth continued to devour the surrounding small tornadoes, sweeping towards the two at the speed of thunder.

After half an incense stick, the tornado was so big that it could not be measured, as if the entire sand area was about to be swallowed up.

Seeing this world-destroying sandstorm tornado, the two had already activated the Qianceng Mountain Talisman, and layers of mountains surrounded them, wrapping them tightly and seamlessly.

With a "whistling" sound, the sandstorm came, and the two were directly sucked into it before they could see clearly.

Inside the tornado, countless yellow sands slashed at the Qianceng Mountain like knives, and the surging wind gangs that came from nowhere were extremely fierce. Wang Lu looked closely and saw that in the center of the tornado, there was a fiery red giant pillar with a radius of dozens of feet. All the yellow sand and wind gangs were caused by the powerful spiritual power emanating from here.

Wu Du had told Wang Lu before that only by going around the red giant pillar could he ensure his own safety.

Because the tornado sandstorm was too huge, the two of them were forcibly separated as soon as they were sucked into it. Wang Lu still doesn't know the specific situation of Wu Du.

There was no point in caring about that. Countless yellow sands were biting the Qianceng Mountain like a group of ferocious sharks, and countless winds were cutting the Qianceng Mountain. Even if there was no spatial turbulence or spatial cracks, if he wanted to reach the center of the sandstorm dozens of miles away, he would encounter them sooner or later.

Wang Lu raised all his magic power and unfolded his body skills. Under the pressure of ten thousand pounds, he jumped more than ten feet and headed towards the center of the red giant pillar.

Half an incense stick later, the Qianceng Mountain on Wang Lu's body shook violently. The closer he got to the center, the denser the yellow sand was, and the wind was cutting the Qianceng Mountain like thousands of waves. Finally, a small spatial crack appeared. When Wang Lu stepped into it, a sound like grinding teeth could be heard clearly even in this environment of deafening noise.

Fortunately, the Qianceng Mountain was a top-level defensive talisman that could withstand the full-strength attack of a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul for half an incense stick. Otherwise, Wang Lu would have fallen in the sandstorm long ago.

Half an hour later, Wang Lu was already struggling to move, and the Thousand Layer Mountain on his body was already shaky. He knew that if he relied on the Thousand Layer Mountain alone, he would only die.

He concentrated all his magic power, and the Six-Star Arch Moon Blade, under the blessing of the "Thousand Threads" blade formation, burst out with two and a half layers of extreme power. In an instant, a green arched passage appeared directly, leading to the center of the fiery red giant pillar. Wang Lu's magic power was like a rushing torrent, almost exhausted in an instant. Without thinking, he directly put the bottle of 500-year-old Monkey Wine in his mouth, and rushed through the green space channel with a body movement of 80 feet per breath.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths... twenty breaths, a full twenty breaths, Wang Lu finally came to the range of fifty feet of the red giant pillar. When he came here, all the yellow sand, wind, space cracks, and space turbulence disappeared without a trace. An extremely strong spiritual energy almost burst Wang Lu's body. He didn't have time to react. He sat in the air, pinched his hands, and practiced the "Six Talismans" frantically. This was simply a godsend. It was just as the saying goes, big risks must bring big gains.

Time and space seemed to have lost their meaning under the giant tornado sandstorm. I don't know how long it took, but a shocking sound woke Wang Lu up from his practice.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Two screams sounded almost at the same time. Wang Lu and Wu Du were falling from the sky at an increasingly faster speed from a height of tens of thousands of feet.

"Bang" "Bang"

Two human-shaped sand holes several feet deep suddenly appeared on the sand. Wang Lu jumped out of the sand hole, spit out the yellow sand in his mouth, and rinsed his mouth with water several times before he felt better.

He didn't know how long he had practiced in the sandstorm, but what surprised him was that his cultivation had increased a lot, breaking through to the middle stage of the early stage of the golden elixir, just in time to the late stage of the early stage of the golden elixir, that is, the third level. At the same time, his consciousness also increased significantly again, and his physical strength was comparable to that of the fourth-level peak monster beast. This was an unexpected surprise.

He looked at the five poisons who were cursing and pinching. What made him incredible was that the five poisons had actually reached the golden elixir great perfection realm. It seemed that the benefits obtained by the five poisons were no less than his.

"It was the same last time, which made Xiaoyaozi and I very embarrassed. Fortunately, this time, thanks to your Qiancengshan Talisman, we were able to save our lives. Hehe, another three thousand miles will bring us to that beautiful village. Are you ready, brother?" Wudu seemed to not care about his own cultivation. He was frightened but said seriously.

"Yes, we will have to face it sooner or later. Let's go and meet this mysterious castle like a paradise." Wang Lu was stunned for a moment, and quickly calmed down and said calmly.

At this point, it is impossible to avoid it. The only way to win is to give it a try.

Then, he teased Wu Du and said, "Brother, you seem to be very scared. How about this, you stay here, and I will go alone. If I can't win, you can help me."

"Haha, what a good way to provoke. Let's go. At worst, I will die. However, it is not so easy to kill me. Besides, I believe that we will definitely be able to return safely this time, because Brother has not accepted any disciples so far. Hehe, I am not bragging. In our sect, anyone who has not accepted any disciples will not die no matter what. Junior brother is blessed by Brother." Wu Du smiled and said, then he showed his body skills and walked quickly forward.

Wu Du's words made him stunned. If there really was such a sect in the world, then as long as the people of this sect did not accept disciples, they could all live forever and become immortals. Would they still need to compete for immortal cultivation resources?

Wang Lu did not think much about it, and followed him.

Of course, they each slapped an intermediate-level body-breaking talisman.

Wu Du seemed to want to save face for his five spirit beasts, and jumped a distance of sixty feet. This speed was far faster than almost all Jindan-stage immortal cultivators. However, when he saw Wang Lu following closely, not falling behind, he was even more angry: not only could his own spirit beast not compete with Zi Jiu, but he himself could not outrun Wang Lu.