Above the Immortal Cultivation

The boy in gray clothes kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice. He was very curious about the identity of the monkey-headed monk. The master's words had clearly confirmed that the person he was waiting for was Song Fengyu.

And indirectly told him that this person's strength was very extraordinary, just as he guessed, he was a sideways existence in the golden elixir period.

The old man said leisurely: "His name is Wang Lu, and he comes from the Dream Sect of the Western Desert. This man is not only a very strong man in both magic and martial arts, but also a master of talisman making with extraordinary attainments. He has become a blockbuster in the Dream Sect competition. , his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, he stood in front of the decisive battle between the human and demon clans, and violently killed Fang Tian, ​​the son of the wind who had been painstakingly cultivated by the Feng Yan Sect. He was dying and seriously injured, and disappeared into the ancient mysterious palace. "

"After that, he suddenly appeared in Northern Xinjiang, entered the Tianyun Secret Realm, and disappeared again."

"Hey, according to the news from my gray market, in the Tianyun Secret Realm, it is very likely that he is the legendary No. 16 with the Wuji Killing Sword, the Howl of Destruction, and the Monkey Head Mask."

"Fang stepped out of the Tianyun Secret Realm and was strangled by the Eighth Elder of the Ti Sect and the late Nascent Soul monk of the Yu family."

"He was destined to die, but he escaped. Do you know why?"

The old man's eyes suddenly burst out with two balls of divine light, and he continued: "The most terrifying thing is coming. The stunning Yinluan Xuan's Yinqi fell from the sky, with the vision of King Qin Guang, the first hall master, one of the ten hall masters of Huangquan who has long since disappeared, and The Lord of the Tenth Palace, the "Lunhua Hongqiao", was able to save Wang Lu by himself. "

"Since then, he has disappeared and has completely become a mystery. What an unparalleled movement technique, Lun Xuan Hong Qiao, one of the top ten divine escapes in the world of immortality. It is so fascinating. As long as Yin Qi does not die, anyone who wants to move Wang Lu Everyone must carefully consider whether Yin Qi will suddenly come and strangle him one day. "

If Wang Lu heard the old man's description here as if he had seen it with his own eyes, he would be as shocked as the young man.

At this time, huge waves arose in the young man's heart, one after another. The old man sketched an extremely splendid and thrilling picture for him, which made his blood boil. He thought that he would brave the world of immortality like a king and live up to his life.

The young man's eyes were filled with eager anticipation, his face was flushed, and a sense of arrogance and grace unique to his age was rising rapidly.

Seeing this, the old man patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him with deep words: "Haha, master was just like you back then, throwing his head, spilling blood, and making a grand and earth-shattering fight. But your cultivation is still weak now. As long as you The disciple calmed down, hum, just relying on "Blue Eyes", one of the top ten divine eyes in our world of immortality, can be like Wang Lu, crisscrossing the world of immortality, it's no big deal, don't underestimate anyone, let alone yourself, maybe , the mystery of ascending to the upper world will be realized in your generation. Little bastard, you must stick to your original intention before you can break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly and fly high, do you understand? "

"ah?!"

The young man's eyes were full of disbelief, and he almost exclaimed the word "ah".

This was the first time he knew that the "Blue Eyes" he had worked so hard to practice was actually one of the top ten divine eyes in the world of immortality. His whole body was shaken, and his eyes were even more radiant.

The old man smiled seriously and nodded.

"This disciple will live up to his master's teachings and will spread his master's name to all directions!"

The young man's eyes were red as he was about to become a disciple, and he knelt down on the ground and said firmly.

He only knew that his master's current name was "Youzi" and that his master was seriously injured and dying, so he had no choice but to come here and become the shopkeeper of the gray stack.

One night passed, Wang Lu got up on time and came to the hall. The old man was drinking spiritual tea as usual. The young man's eyes seemed to be slightly different when he looked at him. The specific difference could not be explained.

There were no less than ten thousand monks, and the silence was still mixed with high expectations. When the hour fell, people flocked to the exit excitedly as before.

Like a stone that remains unmoved by the weather, he carefully senses every pore, inch of skin, and every muscle in the body...

The next day after falling asleep, he found that his body seemed to be slightly different, as if it was as light as one ten millionth of a hair. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and one movement lasted a day.

He fell asleep again, and when he woke up, he felt the inexplicable ease and ease that made him more and more certain that it must be related to sleep. No, even he himself was deeply doubtful about this whimsical idea.

Next, he waited and figured it out.

A month later, when he woke up and stood up, he put aside his doubts and had nothing but sleep, confirming what he had thought.

Immediately afterwards, perhaps because of Fu Zhi's soul, he had a slightly different idea about the last level of the soul realm on the first page of "Kui Niu Treading the Sky", and maybe he could try it.

It was precisely because of his unchanged posture that allowed him to be completely immersed in indifference and meticulous sensitivity to the physical body that he came up with the next subtle adjustments to the Soul Realm, making his future path of strength extremely dangerous. But benefited a lot.

At the end of the eighty-fifth day, with the red sun in the sky, a sleepy-eyed, unshaven, late-stage Jindan monk with a confused expression walked out casually from the 28th passage on the left. Wang Lu suddenly opened his eyes.

"hehe."

He laughed, his eyes flashed with lightning, and he came to the monk in one step, casually put his hand on his broad and strong thin shoulder, and said with a smile: "Brother Fengyu, I haven't seen you for more than two hundred years. How are you?"

Song Fengyu was extremely surprised. He suddenly wanted to shrink his body and subconsciously wanted to escape towards his room.

He has become a frightened bird.

Fortunately, Wang Lu's friendly attitude and his calling him by his name directly dispelled his fear.

An unexpected reversal took place immediately.

Caught off guard, Wang Lu was directly turned over by the long arms of the monkey-like man who was half a head taller than him. Like a brother he hadn't seen for a long time, he shook his shoulders and asked happily: "Hey, your mask is pretty good, why don't you take it off and let me wear it for fun? Even my consciousness can't penetrate it."

Wang Lu had never let a stranger get so close to him, and he hugged his shoulders so enthusiastically. Song Fengyu's straightforward personality made him feel a little ridiculous.

"Brother Fengyu, aren't you curious about who I am and why I know you?"

Wang Lu asked with a somewhat uncomfortable smile.