Above the Immortal Cultivation

On the third day, Wang Lu bravely and powerfully blasted out a stick that shocked the world.

The golden light filled the sky, and the power was so strong that it was easily taken by the formation again. Wang Lu put away the sky-supporting stick with a chuckle, and followed by three "Heaven Axe Talismans" that he had drawn in the Jindan period.

Three small dots flashed from the void at the moment when the golden light dissipated, and a breath of destruction came from far away, as if crossing time and space, as fast as sparks, and arrived in a blink of an eye.

"Crack, boom, crack!"

Three vibrations rhythmically chopped and splashed at the micro-points of the formation.

The whole formation trembled violently as if it was unstable.

It seemed to be finally awakened, revealing a pair of confused and slightly uneasy surprised eyes.

Wang Lu's heart lit up, and he suddenly understood that the weakness of this powerful formation was the fear of sharpness.

In this case, come on, let you eat your fill.

When the first "Heaven Axe" leaped out, the strange yellow cloud of talismans flashed like a swimming fish, shaking its head and tail, and came to his head.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish..."

Like banana leaves in the rain, a full five hundred ice and snow fierce knife talismans appeared at a high speed, arranged neatly like an army, ready to fight.

As long as the commander gave an order, they would fight bravely without hesitation.

"Go!"

Wang Lu snapped his fingers.

Five hundred warriors, who were like sharp blades and full of murderous aura, rushed towards Wei Dian with a "huff and puff" attitude of not returning until Loulan was defeated.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Like thousands of troops roaring, a series of tragic "killing roars" sounded and echoed in the ears.

For a long time...

This is not like, but it is real.

Five hundred ice and snow fierce knife talismans chopped violently on the formation, and the formation fluctuated like waves.

Then, there were five hundred more, five hundred more, and five hundred more...

Every thirty breaths, five hundred brave and fearless Ice and Snow Blade Warriors descended from the sky in the yellow cloud of magic weapons, and never returned.

They were strong-willed, passionate, and determined to die, and they perished together with the formation.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Where the blade passed, cold and heat intertwined, blooming gracefully, and everything was destroyed.

Wang Lu's eyes were as cold as ice, like an iron-blooded and ruthless general, staring at his mighty army, destroying it without return.

He was calm and expressionless, like a mountain, unmoved by wind and rain, and determined to die with the enemy and perish with the enemy.

Although the transformed Ice and Snow Blade Talisman was only one twentieth of the power of the original Ice and Snow Blade Talisman, five hundred pieces were equivalent to twenty-five Ice and Snow Blade Talismans with almost no time difference, and they killed continuously.

The power is so great that it is enough to destroy the ultimate defense of a mid-stage Nascent Soul warrior.

Every time the talisman cloud swings lightly, his mana will be drained by one-thousandth of it, which is also the strength of his mana after two consecutive surges in the corner of the South China Sea.

If it is placed in the corner of the South China Sea, it will not be more than one-thousandth of it, at least one-third more.

With his current powerful mana, this is unprecedented in the history of the Six Talisman Sect.

He is the only one who has polished the "Six Talisman Secret" to perfection. At the same time, his hard body also provides him with a strong foundation for staying in the world.

With the above two reasons, he can switch freely between mana and strength.

Like two kings, when mana is consumed, strength recovers rapidly, and when strength is lost, mana is quickly replenished.

Draw a circle with the left hand and a square with the right hand, fight with each other, and travel the world.

In addition, the spiritual energy here is too dense, so there is no need to take any elixir. The spiritual energy rushes in like a flying bird, so that while he is constantly consuming mana, he will also get a small amount of replenishment. This way, the casting time is extended.

After a day and a half, when Wang Lu's power is complete, the Sky-supporting Stick takes over and hits it with great force.

"Boom!"

Golden light surges, and power flies.

......

Two days later, the mana returns to its peak, and three "Heaven Axe Talismans" come one after another.

"Crack, crack, boom!"

Sharp and unmatched, the five hundred Ice and Snow Blade Iron-blooded Warriors arrive as promised and kill the formation together.

......

One and a half days, two days, one and a half days, two days, one and a half days...

I don't know how many days have passed, Wang Lu is still above the sea in the wind and rain.

He has become numb, like an extremely precise and tireless machine, his mana and power are constantly changing accurately, without any errors or gaps.

The fluctuations of the giant formation on the island changed from gentle breezes to strong waves and then to hurricane waves, becoming more and more violent, as if it was struggling to death, but the man opposite was as cold and ruthless as a stone. He was indifferent to the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth, as if he would repeat the same action continuously and continuously for eternity.

Surprisingly, as time passed, as if he fell into a nightmare, Wang Lu was like a Buddha, with endless Sanskrit sounds coming out of his mouth, gradually sounding in this sea area, covering it tightly.

Very strange.

He only had one obsession in his heart: killing and breaking.

Half a year later, the formation became precarious and could be broken at any time, but for some reason, a stream of extremely pure spiritual energy broke through Wang Lu's Sanskrit chanting and merged into the formation. With this support, the giant formation was like eating a tonic soup, and was full of energy to fight Wang Lu to the death.

But this person was completely possessed by the devil, repeating the previous changes in magic and martial arts unconsciously.

It went on endlessly, layer upon layer, with eyes wide open, he was in a trance like a demon, determined to kill and destroy.

If the formation had spirits, it would be horrified. This person was ten, a hundred, or even more sinister than it.

......

Another year had passed, and the formation of 50,000 miles was already overwhelmed and in danger of being overturned at any time. It was crying and extremely unwilling to be wiped out by Wang Lu's 500 Ice and Snow Blade warriors.

"Bang!"

A thunderous explosion sounded, and instantly spread thousands of miles away.

At this point, the formation disappeared into thin air and was completely gone.

At this point, after consuming the lives of 505,440,000 Ice and Snow Blade warriors, the formation was finally chopped to pieces.

Take it down.

"How sad, the wind whistles and the Yi River is cold, the hero leaves and never returns."

"How magnificent, the red sun appears in the mist, the hero cuts off his arm, and the eyes of heaven open."

Wang Lu sang in grief and melancholy...

Looking up at the lush green island covered by thick fog, the snow-white pupils opened, as if a knife flashed across.

"Swish!"

Everything was in sight.