Above the Immortal Cultivation

Time flies, the sun and the moon rotate.

Wang Lu spent more than three years in seclusion and drawing talismans. During these three years, a large number of intermediate and low-level special talismans continued to flow out of his room. He contributed his own strength to the entire war, although it was far less than what he promised. It's nonsense, but all the sects and sects in the entire Western Desert have retained a certain amount of respect for him. Even Ku Yao, who has a deep hatred for him, has some respect for Wang Lu.

At this time, he was exhausted. His weak eyes looked at the piles of waste talismans in the room, he sighed leisurely, and then fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

In his deep sleep, he seemed to see his parents waving slightly to him, as if he saw the jade-like Sun Xue slashing at him with a knife, then threw the knife away on the way, as if he saw the gentle and gentle Li Muqing. She smiled lightly at him and then disappeared, as if she saw the lily-like Chen Yaer in jail, asking for help from him.

"ah!"

Wang Lu woke up from his dream, his whole body was wet and cold. He recalled the scenes in his dream a little unconsciously. He shook his head vigorously and looked at the ceiling of the room, lost in thought.

After half a stick of incense, he came back to his senses from his confusion.

He casually waved a spell, and a water curtain appeared in front of him. He looked at himself in the water mirror, his whole body messy, as if he had aged decades. After casting the spell, his appearance and skin returned to before the retreat in the blink of an eye.

He took a brief look at his situation, and what he didn't expect was that after three consecutive years of drawing talismans, his cultivation had quietly reached the middle stage of the Golden Core without even realizing it. This made his cultivation improve. More than a third of the way, his spiritual consciousness has exceeded the range of the half-step Yuanying. As for whether he can compete with the real early Yuanying monks, he is not sure.

He officially entered the middle stage of the Golden Core, which once again gave him the strength and the determination to escape unscathed.

He looked at the time hourglass and found that more than three years had passed without him realizing it. Looking at the piles of waste talismans all over the room, he couldn't help but wonder when he had become so weak.

In fact, it's not that he is weak, but because many things and many people have given him reasons to risk his own life. Chen Ya'er alone is too much for him to repay, let alone other people.

Wang Lu put away the defensive formations in the room and pushed the door open. After a slight sense, there was no one in the courtyard where the Fu Hall was located. He felt that something had changed and quickly ran towards the Fu Hall.

Fudian Square is where all the Talisman masters of Fudian are gathered. Senior sister Xie Lingyun stands on the high platform in the center of the square. Standing in front of her is an old man who is in the early stage of Nascent Soul and has a strong spirit and a gentle face. Looking from a distance, the old man is full of blood. The top and bottom seemed to be filled with countless shadows of talismans. Wang Lu knew that this old man was the famous person who made talismans in the West Desert: Fu Chi.

Fu Chi looked at everyone in the Fu Palace on the square and said in a deep voice: "The decisive battle between the two clans is coming soon, so as not to cause unnecessary sacrifices, the ancestors have decided that our seven series will first evacuate the Blood Battle City and return to the Seven Giants City to wait for the final the result of."

"I have devoted my whole life to studying the Tao of Talisman. In my lifetime, I encountered a prosperous time when the two races were fighting. Although I was unable to bring corresponding help to my human race, I am not ashamed of my heart. I also believe that all of you here are also worthy of your guilt. Heart, we have done our best, but due to limitations of strength and talent, we have tried our best.”

"You are all rare talents of our Fu Dao. Whether you are willing or not, I will forcefully take you all away. If our human race is defeated, you are the hope of our West Desert Fu Dao." , so please be sure to board the giant ship and return to the Seven Giants with me. Don’t think of living and dying together. I know that everyone present is a hot-blooded man and a woman. We have already prepared for this battle. I’ll do my best, so please don’t be indebted.”

"What moved me the most was that a talisman geek appeared in our West Desert Dream Sect Talisman Hall. Until now, he is still working tirelessly to draw talismans. I have studied the talisman seals he drew in detail, and I was surprised. Yes, the talismans he drew, whether they were ordinary intermediate talismans or special intermediate talismans, were always a quarter more powerful than other similar talismans. I had never heard of such a genius. So, a month ago, I have stopped supplying him with spiritual materials for making talismans, and I believe he will wake up soon."

"Having said all that, thank you, nephew, organize everyone, board the giant ship, and leave quickly! Although we can't contribute much, we can't be a burden." Fu Chi said something that made everyone bow their heads deeply. , and at the same time, everyone clenched their fists.

As long as you have a clear conscience!

Hundreds of people in Fu Palace, under Xie Lingyun's arrangement, silently boarded the giant ship returning to the human race. When the giant ship soared into the sky, a figure leaped down from the giant ship.

It's Fu Chi!

He looked at the giant ship going away, with a hint of hope and sadness in his eyes. Once the human race was defeated, he would also bury his bones and blood in the city. However, what could this do? This reminded him of a poem he read when he was a child. , he also recited silently:

The old man is chatting like a teenager, holding a yellow hand on his left, holding a blue sky on his right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill. In order to repay Qingcheng, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang. It doesn't matter if you're drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted! In the cloud of Chijie, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.

At the end of his words, he let out a loud roar and flew towards the outside of the bloody battle city on the escaping light.

Hearing Fu Chi's ups and downs, full of passion, Wang Lu walked out of the hall with red eyes. He looked at the huge ship with only a black dot left. Without thinking, he released the Qingluan flying ancient treasure and was about to follow Fu Chi.

"Don't go, my friend!" A slightly rough voice seemed to have grown a palm, and pressed down the Qingluan flying ancient treasure that was about to fly away.

Wang Lu's heart was startled. Just a plain sentence made him unable to move at all. The magic power in his body seemed to be frozen in his body. He knew that he had met a powerful person he had never seen in his life.

"Hah!"

He summoned all his magic power, and an orange cloud suddenly appeared above his head, but it was more than five times smaller than usual. He was finally able to move freely. He immediately put away the Qingluan Ancient Treasure that was suspended in the air without moving, and then looked at a burly man with a huge force. The man's eyes seemed to contain two majestic mountains. Wang Lu looked at him, and his sea of ​​consciousness instantly felt like a needle piercing pain. His whole body kept curling up under the two eyes of the man.

"Haha, it's interesting. Wang Lu, you are worthy of being my grandson's friend!" The man said with a smile.

He was also a little surprised that Wang Lu could break free from his unmovable magical power. Many Yuanying stage cultivators could only sit and wait for death under this magical power. Who would have thought that Wang Lu, who was barely in the middle stage of Jindan, would break free.

On the one hand, he wanted to consider Wang Lu's strength, and on the other hand, he wanted to make him retreat.

Seeing this, the man put away his breath and pressure, and the mountain on Wang Lu's back disappeared in an instant.

"Greetings, Grandmaster Qidao!"

Wang Lu quickly leaped to the front of Qidao Lord, knelt on one knee, and spoke respectfully.

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Author's words:

Starting from this week, I will try my best to update two chapters on one of Saturday and Sunday. Thank you again for your understanding and support, thank you!