Above the Immortal Cultivation

Her eyes were blurred and she was in tears.

Caiying wanted to hold her partner back and stop him from going. She herself could not figure out her complicated mood at the moment. This man not only helped her get rid of Qingni, the inner demon, but also told her everything he thought and did after they formed an alliance.

Without him, she would have died in the two previous seemingly normal but deadly dangers.

Her heart was in a mess, very messy, until he completely disappeared from her sight, she still stared blankly and eagerly at the endless Kujiang River, unable to calm down for a long time...

Wang Lu jumped into the Kujiang River like a wisp of light smoke.

"Boom!"

Gravity came to him instantly, but fortunately, it was only forty times the pressure.

"Hah!"

He didn't know how far he was from the island of the Seven-Colored Palace, but he must not waste any mana and physical strength, and must save again and again.

The test of this river and the Yellow Palace is the same, but I don't know whether the pressure will continue to accumulate as the distance increases.

If so, then how far is this distance?

This was something he had to consider.

With the help of his powerful body, his speed was limited to a certain extent under the current pressure, but it was almost not reduced.

He was not in the mood to observe anything in the river. He was completely focused on getting on the road, like a meteor chasing the moon, at a speed of nearly 450 feet, he walked briskly and walked on the river.

However, he seemed to have really ignored the changes in the river water.

If someone looked at the entire Kujiang River from a high altitude, with the huge island as the center, they would find that the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple quietly merged into the surging river water, very regularly, and stretched out in concentric circles, with the distance difference being exactly the same, exactly 10,000 miles.

But even if he knew, what could he do?

These were irrelevant, and he still had to face and bear them.

In less than half an hour, when Wang Lu stepped into the extremely faint and almost invisible orange river area, the pressure suddenly doubled to eighty times.

Wang Lu shook his body, still unstoppable and rushed away at a speed of 400 feet per breath.

He silently calculated in his heart how far the distance was before the pressure came as expected.

Ten thousand miles should be a node.

To get the answer, only by crossing this ten thousand miles can the truth be revealed.

Half an hour later, the same ten thousand miles.

When he came to this river area, something strange happened, and all the pressure suddenly disappeared.

Wang Lu stopped immediately after his whole body relaxed.

He looked carefully at the surging river water under his feet. After half a cup of tea, he finally found something strange.

The river water was clear and pure, and you couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

A very fine light yellow was mixed in it. He wanted to turn back, but was horrified to find that no matter how he moved, he couldn't retreat even an inch.

Fortunately, he stopped just when he came to the river surface, and he could only turn his head and look at the rolling river water behind him.

After half an incense stick, as expected, a line of orange mixed into the still extremely pure river water.

Then, the result is very obvious.

At the same time, he also found out the reason why he did not feel any pressure in this river area.

It was entirely because of the yellow token on his body that completely offset the gravity of 160 times.

It was so easy without any pressure.

After clarifying this point, he made a decision soon.

And it was this decision that allowed him to survive and escape.

Wang Lu sat cross-legged in the void, wanting to take out the elixir in the storage bag to restore his mana and strength to perfection, but he did not expect that no matter how he cast the spell, he could not shake his own storage bag.

At this point, fear fell from the sky, and Wang Lu sweated coldly.

If there was no yellow token in the storage bag, he would definitely die!

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, seven river areas, each 10,000 miles, with layers of pressure, seemingly clear, but in fact it is a ghost purgatory, a road of no return.

Although his current mana has been depleted by about half, and his strength has only dissipated by 10%, he must not underestimate these mana and strength, because when he reaches the last 10,000 miles of the purple river area, the pressure will rise straight to 2,560 times the super-strong pressure. At that time, any wisp of mana and strength will be precious, and may be enough to turn the tide and forcibly rescue him from the hands of the god of death.

Until now, he dared to be sure that Duanmu Qing and the unknown strong man were dead.

Without the assistance of corresponding treasures, such a heavy pressure would crush them into a pool of meat sauce, completely merged with the bitter river, and become a part of it.

Shopkeeper!

Wang Lu let out a silent roar. If you hadn't led everyone to this crazy colorful palace, the two would never really die in the bitter river.

Fortunately, Caiying didn't follow, otherwise, Wang Lu didn't dare to imagine the kind of ending that would make him crazy and powerless. This is a blessing in disguise.

Fortunately, although the spiritual energy here is bland, it is enough for him to recover to his peak, but it will take some time.

Thinking of the spiritual energy, a thought suddenly appeared, and once again made Wang Lu's whole body tremble and numb.

If there is a rich spiritual energy in the Kujiang River, it will be much easier for the cultivators who cross the river to enter the palace. They can use the spiritual energy to restore the mana and strength that have been consumed at any time.

However, the scarce spiritual energy here is like a drop in the bucket under the increasing pressure, and it is just a drop in the bucket.

Even with such great pressure, who would care about absorbing spiritual energy and repairing themselves? This is completely the same as seeking death.

In addition, the storage bag is restricted, not only is there no treasure to protect the body, but there is no possibility of recovery by elixir.

No wonder when he was just teleported to the riverside, an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly emerged and disappeared immediately. He finally understood it, but he couldn't change it.

Everything was caused by the reason of "scarcity of spiritual energy", but it was ignored by everyone because of the extreme excitement of "the Seven-Colored Palace is right in front of us and the treasure mountain is right beside us".

Including himself!

It was such an environment with almost no spiritual energy at the beginning. When everyone saw the Seven-Colored Palace that fascinated everyone, everyone forgot everything!

Wang Lu could only sigh that the person who built this palace was too thoughtful, and he had a plan and a careful layout. Everything was perfect and impeccable.

Too cruel.

Now, with no way out, Wang Lu put aside his distractions and rushed forward at a crazy speed of 500 feet per breath.

He had to enter the Green River Region in a completely and thoroughly peak state, and he could not waste any mana and physical strength.

He silently calculated in his heart and stopped less than half a foot away from 10,000 miles.

Fortunately, he had the yellow token, which allowed him to recover to his peak before entering the Green River Region, otherwise, he would definitely die!

This was also the real reason why he valued the yellow token so much before and played an irreplaceable role here.

One cause and one effect, it was destined long ago!

Looking at the waves not far in front of him that seemed to be rolling forward endlessly, Wang Lu concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, made a hand gesture, sat cross-legged in the void, and began to recover his perfection.

One step forward is a sea of ​​fire and a chasm!

Half a day passed, and he felt refreshed. He looked at the densely packed black spots in the distance that were several times larger, and the rainbows in the river that were crushed and torn by the waves but remained indifferent and unmoved. He took a deep breath, gathered his strength, and used all his strength to perform the "Flying Through the Clouds" body movement, and whizzed away against the river wind.