Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu waved his hands gently, and the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade appeared in front of him. He didn't need to say anything, as if they had telepathy, the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade was crackling and slashing at the ground.

In less than five breaths, a cubic cemetery with a length of ten feet, a width of ten feet, and a depth of ten feet was excavated, and the remaining bones of Zhang Dong were sent into it. Wang Lu looked at the golden stick not far away. It was obvious that this was the only relic of this person. He planned to let it accompany this unknown monk who practiced both magic and martial arts forever.

He opened his hand and shook it, but the stick was indifferent. Wang Lu smiled, walked over, and bent down to pick it up.

When Wang Lu touched this cold stick, a mysterious and indescribable feeling surged into his mind, "Ha", he shouted softly, holding the stick that was more than four times heavier than the broken spirit in one hand, and his right hand couldn't help shaking slightly.

When he held the stick that suddenly shone with golden light, "whoosh whoosh...", the cold wind suddenly rose, whimpering non-stop, as if crying non-stop to the corpse.

Wang Lu sighed, cast a few spells, and the stick shrank to the size of a hair in an instant. He understood that although he didn't know the identity of the dead monk, this fate had already been established. Only if the person who killed the monk was eliminated, the stick would follow him completely.

Soon, mud and stones completely covered the cemetery, and he followed the green bird again to fly away.

The whole world was completely quiet.

Tianyun Square, on the survival list, the monk's number 278 kept flashing, but after a while, the number 13 belonging to Zhang Dong suddenly dimmed until it disappeared, and the number 287 shone again.

This sudden turn of events made everyone couldn't help but exclaim in excitement. The monks from the Sad and Joy Zen Sect were too powerful. Often when disaster was imminent, they would suddenly kill their opponents.

Could it be that this person is used to being able to kill powerfully in adversity?

So far, there are only seven numbers left on the survival list, hanging high.

It is obvious that No. 166, belonging to Liuyun, will definitely be able to walk out of the Tianyun Secret Realm alive, and the monk has a 90% chance of survival.

However, everyone, including the "Willing to Gamble and Accept Defeat" gambling house, unanimously believes that No. 77 Taishanxing and No. 234 Yinjiu will be safe and sound until the end, because they have completely given up all kinds of natural treasures in the inner circle and hid.

However, the temptation of the shape-changing elixir is too great. Whether it is Wang Lu, Liuyun, Mei Shuang, or the male cultivator with a lion head mask, they all regard it as a must-have. Coupled with the powerful monsters in the manor, there will definitely be a fight between dragons and tigers.

And the monk is looking for an opportunity to devour Mei Shuang, who has the "fragrant charm" spiritual root, and Zi Yue, who has the "purple eye" spiritual root.

After swallowing Saori and Tai Qingyu, the monk obtained the secret method to find the manor, but he couldn't get up and go there for the time being. He needed two or three days to completely recover from his injuries.

"Flutter, flutter, flutter..."

Five days later, the bird stopped and vibrated its wings at a high speed as if it was stepping on a wind and fire wheel. The frequency of its wings' amplitude became faster and faster, and with a "bang", it broke apart.

It completed its mission.

A huge, ancient, desolate, and withered manor kept wandering back and forth, left and right, and Wang Lu could only vaguely see the appearance of the manor.

"Ha", "ha", "ha", "ha", "ha"...

He shouted and threw hundreds of heavy punches in a snap of his fingers. The mist within a radius of ten miles was all dispersed. Wang Lu used all his strength to show his body skills and leaped towards the manor at a speed of about four hundred feet per breath.

The manor seemed to be deliberately playing hide-and-seek with him. After half a meal, Wang Lu came to the ancient manor with withered eyes.

The entire manor was covered in light smoke and mist, wrapped by a huge formation.

"Hey, I'll break your tortoise shell with one punch!"

Wang Lu's heart was burning when he thought of the shape-changing elixir inside, and he punched the invisible formation.

"Bang!"

The formation was surprisingly resilient, and the recoil force almost made him lose his balance and stumble.

"Wow!"

The Po Ling sword came to his hand, and Wang Lu swung hundreds of swords in the blink of an eye. "Ka", "Kacha", the formation was finally broken by the sharpness and huge force of Po Ling, and Wang Lu dived into the manor.

"Boom!"

In less than a moment, the mist enveloped the manor again, and the manor was like a small fish, jumping and shuttling in the clouds.

In the eyes, the light smoke and mist disappeared completely, and an endless golden rice field swayed in the breeze, like a quiet and harmonious pastoral landscape painting.

Wang Lu leaped onto a field ridge, looking at the surging rice, the curling smoke from the distant cooking, listening to the gurgling water, and the faint laughter and play of the children, he seemed to have returned to the beautiful childhood when he worked from sunrise to sunset with his parents.

After a moment of immersion, Wang Lu's eyes were no longer confused.

He fell into an illusion, either finding the eye of the formation to break out, or breaking it violently.

Obviously, time was running out, and he could not find any eye of the formation. The six-star arched moon blade appeared happily beside him. Under the induction of his heart, the six-star arched moon blade was like a blooming green flower, covering the entire space in an instant.

"Explode!"

With Wang Lu's "explosion", tens of thousands of green flowers bloomed, and the green sword silk intertwined in lightning, directly cutting the entire space into flying ash.

"Huh!"

A gust of decayed soft wind blew, and the ground was full of broken tiles and ruins, and the grass and trees withered and died. Wang Lu jumped out with his own induction.

In fact, what he didn't know was that this illusion was very powerful. Even ordinary Jindan Dacheng cultivators would be trapped in it for at least five days, but he woke up in less than a cup of tea and broke it with ease.

First, after his battle with Yu Hao and his rebirth from the ashes, his mind became more determined again. Second, after he broke through to the third level of the blood realm of Bailian Chenggang, he had made some achievements in body refining.

Strength lies in breaking all methods with one force. No matter what kind of skills, magical powers, formations, magic weapons, and strange treasures... For strength cultivators, they only need to use pure power to blow them up, and they don't care about the interference and influence of the outside world on themselves.

Strength cultivators focus on the development and pursuit of their own strength, and don't involve too much external objects.

Therefore, the influence of the illusion array on the king who has already embarked on the road of strength is greatly reduced again, which is why he can wake up quickly.

Besides, the Six-star Arched Moon Blade, as Wang Lu's life-saving magic weapon, has a trace of spirituality belonging to a spiritual treasure after being broken twice, forged by Tian Yidong and refined by the mysterious knife lake. Naturally, it exceeds the general top magic weapon. With the 30% of the absolute power of the "Thousand Threads Blade" formation, breaking the formation is as easy as drinking water and breathing.

In this way, it has greatly reached the powerful magical power of the general Jindan Great Perfection cultivator. Wang Lu only uses it as a means of ordinary support. He is not grateful for the blessing.

It can be seen that Wang Lu's current strength has reached a higher level.

Not long after, he came to a huge building with a height of about five feet and one floor covering hundreds of acres. Two red broken tall stone lions guarded the open door.

Just as Wang Lu was about to go through the door, the two stone lions actually slowly moved their bodies, and stones quietly slipped from their bodies.

"Roar, roar!"

Two lion roars resounded through the sky.

Wang Lu subconsciously looked at the stone lion.