Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu told Yang Kelin everything he had seen and knew, and Yang Kelin's phoenix eyes under her long eyelashes flashed with wisdom.

This time, she wanted to use Wang Lu's insights to break the formation herself.

She believed that breaking this formation would make her understand the formation method and make her make great progress, and suddenly raise her formation method attainments to the next level. Such a precious opportunity is hard to come by.

Wang Lu knew nothing about formation methods, and for the next plan, he also needed such a strong and determined formation master by his side.

The two hit it off immediately, and Yang Kelin was so happy that she couldn't stop laughing.

Time passed by.

Yang Kelin was solemn and serious. With a wave of her jade hand, the lively and cute spirit beast of her destiny, the spirit smelling raccoon, came to her shoulder.

Wang Lu's eyes lit up. This raccoon was considered a rare beast among the strange beasts. It was famous for its keen sense of smell and spiritual perception. It was said that only those with great opportunities could meet it and make it willingly recognize its master.

It seems that this woman has a very complicated background.

Everything is ready, except for the east wind that can break the formation. She can't wait and is ready to go.

Three, two, one, start.

In a flash, the counting sticks "crackled" and buzzed. In the blink of an eye, thousands of irregular and completely different patterns appeared in front of the eyes at a dazzling speed.

At the same time, the spirit sniffing raccoon screamed, and a ball of white light enveloped it and Yang Kelin, as if the holy light was added to it. Another counting stick appeared, and immediately joined the seven counting sticks. The eight counting sticks exerted their strength together. In less than three breaths, more than 40,000 patterns appeared like white rain beads.

As soon as each pattern was formed, it changed and changed, and the weak breath of destruction disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a breath suddenly wrapped around the first invisible silk thread, and it collapsed instantly, but its fluctuations had already quickly reached the second one. In the same way, like a shadow, the second pattern of the counting stick and its breath suddenly reflected on the second silk thread, causing it to be annihilated as well.

The third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

The seven millionth abacus, as if breaking through the limit, suddenly appeared in the space in front of Yang Kelin. Joining in, the calculation became more powerful, with fluctuations like lightning and flashes like rays.

The eight and a half abacuses were exchanged at a rapid speed, like the fluctuations of invisible silk threads, performing an extreme contest of life and death. Wang Lu was shocked and felt an inexplicable exclamation of excitement and admiration for her.

He unconsciously clenched his fists, and his nervousness and excitement were beyond words.

Ten million, fifteen million, nineteen million...

Yang Kelin's expression was firm and unwavering, with a strong will and determination to face death and not return until Loulan was conquered.

She had reached her limit, her face was ashen, and her magic power was pouring out like a torrent, but she had always stubbornly adhered to the extreme of continuous impact and elevation like a huge wave.

She was risking her life, she would rather die than live in disgrace.

Wang Lu saw it in his eyes and praised it in his heart.

The woman gradually came to agree with this.

"The last one!"

Yang Kelin shouted as if she wanted to burn all her charm.

The counting sticks had become a shadow that could not be captured or followed.

Then, with a "bang", it stopped in the air. Yang Kelin smiled and fell down.

Wang Lu cast a spell and slowly suspended her body in the air as if it were real. She was so peaceful and calm in her coma.

He helped her put away the nine counting sticks. White light flashed, and the spirit sniffing raccoon, which was also weak, returned to the storage bag.

Wang Lu knew that a big change was coming.

The formation seemed intact, but in fact it was drained away like a firewood being drawn from the bottom of a cauldron, and it was just a facade.

Sure enough, in less than two breaths, a clear and pleasant "crack" sound of cracking sounded, followed by countless cracking sounds that spread rapidly like spider webs.

A gap of more than ten feet suddenly appeared in the entire formation, and a very rich spiritual energy rushed in.

Without saying a word, Wang Lu picked up Yang Kelin, and leaped through the gap against the unstoppable vortex of spiritual energy, and flashed away.

The moment he jumped out, the formation suddenly emitted a circle of mysterious gray light, and the gap was sealed in an instant, and the sea cliff was restored again.

The world is peaceful.

"Huh!"

As if time was reversed, the rivers and seas were flowing backwards, Wang Lu only felt that time and space were disordered, his eyes were bright and dark, and his feet stepped on the solid ground again.

In his perception, this is an extremely large and endless island.

Looking around, it was pitch black, but under the snow pupil, many islands as dense as stars could be vaguely seen.

Wang Lu felt a little relieved. If this sea is comparable to the South China Sea continent, it would take too much time to find that small blue dot.

Why can he sense the size of the sea area? Even if his snow pupil is perfect, he doesn't have the eyesight to see through it.

The reason is that they were teleported to the highest point of the entire South China Sea Corner, as if they could just reach out and pick the stars in the sky.

Is this a majestic giant mountain, or a magnificent nameless building specially built by the owner of the South China Sea Corner?

Looking up, huge and irregular pale golden rocks meandered up and went deep into the highest place. Looking down, it was thick and dark, and there were intermittent sounds of sea water hitting.

This was caused by the waves being big and small.

At this height, you can hear the sound of the collision, and you can imagine how fierce and violent the waves below are.

The spiritual energy here is as mellow and long as fine wine, as if it has been filtered, soft and tight. It takes several days to refine it after taking a sip.

It is too different, too pure, pure and flawless, without dirt or dust.

It was simply the legendary paradise for cultivation and the incomparable holy land for breaking through the realm.

The two seemed to have come to the mountains, but there were no corresponding flowers, trees, birds, beasts, fish and insects. It was also like arriving in a secret realm, but they could move freely and unrestrained.

The surroundings were dark, and except for the sky and the ground, they could not tell the east, west, south and north at all.

"Excuse me, two Taoist friends. I am Tang Huang of Ji Palace. I and the other four Taoist friends have been waiting for you for more than seven years. Time is running out. Please come in."

Just as Wang Lu was observing and sensing, a handsome young male cultivator who was as firm as jade and as elegant as spring breeze suddenly appeared from the black fog. He politely and freely clasped his fists to Wang Lu and the others.

However, when he saw Wang Lu and the unconscious Yang Kelin, a sharp and blank electric light flashed across his eyes quickly, so fast that he seemed not to notice it, and he still had a smile on his face, as gentle as jade.

However, it did not escape Wang Lu's eyes.

Hearing this, as the temporary master of the island he had previously belonged to, several pieces of information emerged from his mind, but they were incomplete, like flowers in the fog, and he only understood half of it.

Could it be that the others were taken away by others?

Wang Lu's mind raced, and he suddenly understood.

So that's it.