Above the Immortal Cultivation

Three bottles, this is good, it's good to disperse, he couldn't help muttering to himself.

Wang Lu put aside all distractions, business is important, love is like fate to him, take it when it comes, and throw it away when it goes.

During the leap, something unexpected happened to him. With a "swoosh", the needles transformed by the sky-supporting stick returned to his black hair again.

"Hahahahaha!"

It was as if a ray of sunshine finally shone into his depressed heart, making him laugh.

Wang Lu cheered up and fled to the distance at lightning speed.

But he suddenly stopped, a huge accident forced him to stop.

Mei Shuang didn't know why she left.

She was already confused, she just wanted to leave this place far away. This cultivator gave her a very strange feeling, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't find the source anyway.

After this life and death catastrophe, her thoughts about Chen Yong seemed to be completely cut off.

Her strong call to him was in vain. If it weren't for the male cultivator who fell from the sky, she would have been buried in the hands of the monk.

Only by constantly strengthening her own strength can she go further and become the one who finally picks the fruit.

She still overestimated her own strength. There are too many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the world of immortal cultivation, just like the male cultivator who saved her but did not leave any breath, he was simply hidden.

She also suspected the possibility that this person was Chen Yong. She still remembered his breath clearly, but what puzzled her about this person was that he did not emit a trace of breath. This was the first.

Second, she did not believe that Chen Yong had such a high level of strength in just over 60 years. You know, although the strength is strong, it takes years of body training to achieve something. There is no powerful sect in the Western Desert that takes the difficult path of strength.

These two points immediately extinguished her idea that the male cultivator was Chen Yong. Besides, even if Chen Yong, who was not good-looking, changed his appearance, he was far worse than the male cultivator.

She took out a token with a very delicate and lifelike dragon and phoenix carved on it and threw it away.

With her current strength, she could not survive in the secret realm of dragons and phoenixes. Even if there was the blood of dragons and phoenixes, what could it do? The final outcome was just to make wedding clothes for others.

She calmed down a little. The green tree root disappeared into the space crack with the death of the monk. It seemed that her fate with him had ended here, but this fate was the fate that almost cost her her life.

As the time for the secret realm to close was getting closer, she just wanted to find a hidden place to recuperate and recover to her peak state. As her vision was destroyed, she was also seriously injured.

This trip to Tianyun gave her immortal memories and pulled her down from the clouds to the ground. Only by constantly improving her skills and magical powers could she stand invincible in the unpredictable world of immortal cultivation.

She also gave three bottles of ten thousand year old spirit milk to the monk who saved her as the karma to end this cause and effect, and she would never owe him anything.

However, Chen Yong's appearance still vaguely remained in the depths of her heart, and could not be erased.

She didn't know whether her life was good or bad. Once she died, she didn't have to think about anything.

Tianyun Square was crowded with people. As the day of the secret realm closing approached, more and more monks poured into Tianyun Peak from all directions to witness the final winner. If the opportunity was good, they might be able to kill him and seize his amazing gains in the secret realm.

After the number 13 disappeared from the survival list, less than half a day later, the number 199, Mei Shuang, the core true disciple of the Mei Sect, flashed non-stop. Just when everyone thought she was about to be sent to hell, the number 278, from the monk with high talent from the Beixi Zen Sect, suddenly burst into yellow light and disappeared without a trace.

Everyone was speechless at this scene.

The monk had created too many cases of killing his opponents in desperate situations, but this time he was killed by Mei Shuang without any warning.

At the moment when the monk was killed, a tall, thin, bald monk in gray suddenly shouted in the crowd, and the people around him scattered like birds and beasts. The aura that the monk suddenly showed was too amazing. He turned out to be a great cultivator in the late Yuanying stage.

"Mei Zong, Mei Shuang, stepping out of the secret realm is the time for your demise!" The monk said hatefully while looking at the survival list.

"I think you ate garlic, Chen Xu, your breath is so bad, it stinks! Fate is determined by heaven, if you are not as skilled as others, don't come out and embarrass yourself. Can the Mei Shuang of our sect be defeated by your small Beixi Zen Sect? Today, let me meet your sect that likes to play tricks." An old woman with hazy eyes, chicken skin and white hair, who has reached the Yuanying Great Perfection, leaned on a silver cane and walked towards the monk step by step, seemingly slowly but actually faster than an arrow.

"Haha, it turns out to be Qi Mei Zhenren of the Mei Sect. Forgive my poor eyesight, but this disciple is related to the honor and disgrace of our Zen Sect. I have to learn from you." The monk smiled nonchalantly.

Before leaving, the leader of the Beixi Zen Sect gave him a death order that if Hua Monk died in the secret realm, he would not come back.

The meaning is very clear, if Hua Monk dies, he, Chen Xu, will also die.

"Don't think that you can get carried away just because you have become a super sect. Today, I will let you see the true essence of a super sect." Master Qi Mei stamped his cane on the ground and disappeared.

Then, the monk also disappeared.

Two hours later, the old woman limped out on the square with a cane, which shocked everyone. Could it be that the unfathomable monk had been killed by her?

The old woman left slowly and returned to an inconspicuous house. With a clang, the cane fell to the ground. A beautiful young woman with an equally deep aura stepped forward, supported the old woman, and said anxiously: "Sister, you can heal your wounds. I'm here for you."

"Ahem, that old bald donkey Chen Xu is really good. He almost dragged me down with him. Fortunately, there was a treasure given by the sect master, which sent him to the paradise. This is the first time in nearly a thousand years since the Sad and Joy Zen Sect became a super sect. Sending strong men to attack at once is a rather strange matter. We must report to the sect. I am seriously injured, so I will leave this to my junior sister. Now there are at least dozens of great monks here. We should be prepared for the worst. Although our sect is strong, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake. After Mei Shuang leaves the secret realm, we will immediately use the Wanli Flying Boat to leave this place of trouble first. "Master Qi Mei covered her chest and coughed continuously, with a few strands of blood flowing from the corners of her mouth. She spoke solemnly.

The young woman nodded and helped her into the secret room.

The survival list changed again, and people cast their gazes to see the number 152, with yellow light flashing continuously.

Among the ten people, three whose identities are unknown, No. 13 has already passed away, and No. 16 also fell into the earth like a star in the middle, and finally saved his life with great difficulty. In their opinion, No. 16 is actually the one who should show the most signs of falling, but No. 152 has never shown any signs. This makes them amazed?

If this person also disappeared in the secret realm, then so far, there are only five people left out of the three hundred, and there are still four days before the secret realm is closed. Could it be that the whole army will be wiped out?

The death rate is too high, and it is chilling to think about it.

A burly and strong man stood up from meditation when he saw the number 152 flashing. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes. If the male cultivator really died, it would definitely set off a huge wave.

If at that time, when leaving the secret realm, anyone who is alive, if he does not give a reasonable and true explanation, no matter who it is, will be engulfed by the anger of the Four Beast Sect.

It is obvious that the lion-headed male cultivator is a disciple of the Four Beasts Sect, and an extremely special one at that.