Above the Immortal Cultivation

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk felt a breeze blowing in front of him, and his cheeks felt hot.

"Pop", "Pap", two slaps were clearly printed on the left and right sides of the monk's fat face. With Wang Lu's tyrannical strength, he almost didn't smash his face.

Wang Lu was also very surprised. His unexpected blow only left two palm prints on this man's face. This made him feel the monk's transcendence.

"Hahahahaha"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The monk didn't seem to feel anything, and he exchanged joy and sorrow again. Suddenly, a pair of scissors as sharp as steel appeared in front of Wang Lu.

"snort!"

Wang Lu snorted coldly and punched the scissors.

"Boom!"

The area of ​​ten miles around suddenly started to vibrate. Wang Lu withdrew his fist, and drops of blood flowed out quickly from his fist. Wang Lu gently touched his fist with his other hand, and the blood stopped immediately. He still underestimated the sharpness of the monk's magic weapon, and with his bare hands, he completely They will be strangled to death by the monks.

"Hahaha" "woo woo woo"

The monk held the cut wind and attacked again, and the soul-breaking lightning started to grab the monk's cut wind in a sudden change.

Fast, too fast!

Meishuang stared blankly at the black and red light clusters that were already flashing out in all directions within a radius of twenty miles. Her body was shaking as the light circle exploded, and the whole world was shaking continuously. stand up.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but secretly call her luck. If the monk had swallowed the vision of the two Buddhas of sorrow and joy in the first place, she would have had no chance to display the magical power of "threading needles and threads, piercing the space", and she would have been completely Monk captures.

Thinking of this, her whole body was dripping with sweat. However, why did the man who fought with the monk, whose face was still unclear, save her and rely on his pure strength and speed and body skills that were no less than the monk's? Like a life-threatening fight?

She had a vague idea in her mind, but that idea was too vague. Even if this person was really Chen Yong, he didn't have the strength to cultivate at all, let alone how could he not travel hundreds of millions of miles from the west? Mo came to Northern Xinjiang and joined Tianyun Secret Realm?

Such a probability was too small, like finding a needle in a haystack. She just hoped that the other party would not die in the hands of the monk.

Because the first two slaps this person gave to the monk were really satisfying. If possible, she would join forces with him to deal with the monk.

After a long cup of tea, the monk and Wang Lu stopped.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Countless black and red light groups in the field bloomed like crazy fireworks, and the entire sky was red and black. After ten breaths, they finally disappeared.

Wang Lu stared at the monk intently, and the monk also stared at Wang Lu with all his attention. Both of them knew that in terms of speed, there was nothing that anyone could do against the other. In terms of magic weapon, the monk's Shearing Wind was superior because of Wang Lu's broken spirit. The spirit sword was half broken.

However, the monk clearly understood that this person's body of strength was very powerful, and he had not yet shown his Dharma cultivation. He did not even use visions, and he fought with him completely relying on his strength and body skills. A tie.

This person is too terrifying, and he already has the superb strength to arm-wrestle Liu Yun.

Making a quick decision, a circle of black and red light enveloped him, and he had to run!

"Want to run!"

Wang Lu shouted loudly, and the shining golden sky-supporting stick came into his hand. "Crack!", with a flash of orange clouds, he was covered with an orange coat.

In the rich orange light, Wang Lu waved more than a hundred sticks in the blink of an eye at the monk who was running away wildly.

In an instant, with him as a foothold, twenty miles in front of him was instantly filled with a golden light that was so rich that it could not be dissolved. The entire space was violently torn and fragmented in the golden light. Hundreds of dark space vortexes flashed sharply, swallowing up the extremely violent things at high speed. of golden light.

"ah!"

A scream that pierced the eardrums resounded through the sky, and the monk was beaten to death with random sticks!

"call!"

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and Wang Lu suddenly collapsed on the ground. He was completely powerless. At this moment, he could be said to have no defense. Even the black light covering his bones, meridians, and blood vessels in his body was gone. Close to nothing.

Meishuang looked deeply at the man who was lying on the ground, as strong as mud and as strong as a mountain. For some reason, she wanted to lean over and help him up, but she finally left just like last time.

The whole world became quiet.

Wang Lu lay on the grass and looked at Sun Xue leaving with a smile. He had not lost the ability to speak. He wanted to tell her that he was Chen Yong, and his actual name was Wang Lu.

However, he finally couldn't speak. He was very satisfied that Sun Xue could leave safely, although he wanted to see her face again.

But, even if you see it, what can you do? It will just cause a lot more ties again.

Besides, when he was about to speak, the last three words "Chen Ya'er" that his mother said before she died were like a heavy punch hitting his heart, and Chen Ya'er's charming but aggrieved face came into his eyes. eye.

He sighed deeply and collapsed in the grass. The endless white clouds in the sky were like cotton candy, slowly softening his complicated heart...

The white clouds keep drifting away and coming back, just like the passers-by in life, seeing off and welcoming again.

Half a day later, under the strong spiritual energy, he recovered half of his strength and stood up.

The monk was extremely powerful, and his body movements were even better than his own. Wang Lu had no choice but to summon the vision and try his best to exert his strongest power under the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.

Hearing the monk's screams of being strangled by the disordered space, Wang Lu was not sure whether he was really killed.

However, the nameless stick with golden light suddenly gave him his real name, and he also knew the name of the dual cultivation monk: Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong named it the Sky-supporting Stick.

"Swish!"

Although the Sky-supporting Stick could not be stored in his dantian for warming, it could be transformed into a faint dust needle hidden in his black hair.

Wang Lu held the Sky-supporting Stick in one hand and said softly: "The great revenge has been taken. I also know that you have a deep affection for Zhang Dong. It was he who brought you out of danger. If you want to accompany him forever, go ahead. If you are still willing to follow me, even if I ascend to the supreme realm in the future, I will not abandon you."

The Sky-supporting Stick turned into a small golden dot in a golden light, escaped into the void, and disappeared.

Wang Lu was gloomy for a moment. Sun Xue left, and the Sky-supporting Stick also left with her.

He sighed heavily, not knowing what the crazy monsters were like now. He rushed over now, hoping that he could still make it in time.

He unfolded his body skills, and suddenly, he subconsciously looked at the green grass where he had been lying before, and three flawless white jade bottles came into view. He raised his hand, and it turned out to be three bottles of rare ten thousand year old spiritual milk.

It seems that Sun Xue left them to thank him.

But, the beauty has disappeared.

Wang Lu opened his mouth to say something, thousands of words, but he didn't know where to start.

He put the three bottles of ten thousand year old spirit milk into the storage bag, unfolded his body skills, and jumped away.

Just like that, it's better to disperse, he said to himself.

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Author's words:

Yesterday, a classmate came and talked about the past for so many years, which delayed me. This weekend, I will make up for yesterday's interruption. Thank you all for your support!