Above the Immortal Cultivation

Three years passed in a flash. Yu Ningzhi went to visit Wang Lu from time to time. Except for the slightly denser black light around his body, there was no sign of waking up. It was enough to show how seriously he was injured. It was a miracle that he could survive until now.

Time was silent, and the years were quiet.

Go again in eighteen years.

At this time in early autumn, the red sea trees on Fangzhu Island had red leaves like fire, which was a sign of ripeness.

A strong wind blew, and the red leaves swirled all over the sky. The mountain rain was about to come, and the sky suddenly darkened. Soon, the "crackling" heavy rain fell from the sky. The leaves fell to the ground in the rain, and some of the remnants of red that stubbornly held on were still left on the branches.

The wind howled, the rain continued, and the sea fog outside was heavy and pervasive, deep and hazy, wrapping the entire Fangzhu Island tightly.

A gray figure walked slowly in the wind and rain.

In the evening, Wang Lu rubbed his misty eyes and woke up from the room.

Listening to the strong wind and rain outside, he smiled, stretched his body that seemed to have not moved for a long time, slowly stood up, walked out of the room, walked out of the hall, and came to the courtyard.

"Wow."

The rain instantly soaked him, but he didn't care. Feeling the slightly cool body, he finally felt a little cold and hot. He was no longer numb, but very comfortable.

"Huh."

The strong wind blew his long hair in an instant, and his long hair covered his face. Through the messy hair, the outside was hazy, and he was reborn as a human.

He walked out step by step to the distance and came to the seaside. The waves were roaring high, and he stepped into the air, and his figure merged into the sea fog.

Rain, fog, clouds and mountains overlapped, and the mountains of Fangzhu Island were rolling.

After crossing a mountain peak and walking to the flat ground at the foot of the mountain, several dilapidated stone houses were crumbling.

Wang Lu walked into the withered courtyard with his hair disheveled. The central courtyard was covered with yellow-green moss. He walked to the corridor and sat down in the aisle. Raindrops fell along the cracks of the tiles, splashing and breaking. He watched intently, absorbed in his thoughts...

Unconsciously, his memory returned to the scene of the decisive battle with the Kong family.

The yellow talisman cloud was broken into pieces and useless after two bombardments. In this process, Xue Tong made a great contribution.

Under Xue Tong's illumination, he found the time difference and the small loopholes in the extremely short pause of the nine people's joint bombardment, and then he managed to survive.

Facing a powerful enemy and at the critical moment of life and death, except for his strength and less than half of his magic power, the Sky-supporting Rod still had the strength to fight.

Blocking Kong Ren's sword magic, more people died than lived.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, like a dark cloud and white light passing by, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

Infinite, endless, unstoppable.

He said nothing, his snow-white eyes fully opened, and with one step down, the sea water sank, the sea surface sank, and a heavy backlash force was pressed under his feet. He took another step down, "boom", the sea pit was formed again, and the two sea pits connected and merged. The recoil force was surprisingly large, but he still refused to give in.

The third step, the fourth step, the fifth step, the sixth, seventh, and eighth steps...

It was still not enough, far from enough.

The South China Sea was angry. With its heavenly power, who dared to step on it? This was a great humiliation to it.

After taking another ten steps, the anger of the South China Sea was overwhelming, and its blood was boiling. It wanted to use the fifty-mile sinking sea to instantly collapse and tear this insignificant, ant-like and dog-like humble human race with its magnificent and unparalleled power, leaving no bones.

With the blessing of the counter-pressure of the South China Sea, no matter the skin, muscles, bones, meridians, blood vessels, blood orifices, eight extraordinary meridians, five internal organs, and various organs... all have the tendency to be torn and broken. Wang Lu endured the severe pain. At the same time, the Sky-supporting Stick also sensed a huge force. It moved, and it wanted to do its best to share and resolve the pressure on Wang Lu.

Getting heavier and heavier, more and more difficult to suppress, the South China Sea is like a spring compressed to the extreme.

Wang Lu pressed the sea with his body.

Finally, a silent roar of thunder and anger suddenly erupted.

Suddenly, the sky turned upside down, and the speed was as fast as an arrow, as light, and as lightning. In a blink of an eye, Wang Lu and the Sky-supporting Stick were blazing, and an unparalleled golden sun was formed and exploded...

"Crack, crack, crack, crack."

Wang Lu's muscles were torn, meridians were broken, organs collapsed... The body was in a mess, and it collapsed one after another, like a flying meteor, flashing and disappearing.

It was over. This was his last thought, and he immediately fell into a state of suspended death.

"Hmm!"

The scene was like a receding tide. Wang Lu's blurred eyes suddenly had a glimmer of light. He stood up calmly, looking at the stormy world from afar, and couldn't help but sigh that he was so lucky to be alive.

In fact, there are three reasons why he can survive death.

First, when he was attacked by the huge power of the South China Sea, his body was in a mess, like countless sharp blades slashing and slashing wildly, the invisible and cold demon substance appeared again, and it calmed, smoothed, and dismembered the shock force with the greatest force. Without the demon substance, he would have died without a doubt.

Second, the sharing of the sky-supporting stick. At that moment, it felt that its master could not bear its weight, so it suddenly woke up and directly took away 99% of the power and added it to itself. After it was destroyed, it only showed one millionth of its "rageous battle" style, but this was not without cost. It took many years for it to recover and its state of collapse worsened. If it was not repaired to a certain extent, it might not be able to go back to the past.

Finally, it was Wang Lu's own strength that made his body quite strong. Otherwise, even with the differentiation of the Sky-supporting Stick and the decomposition of the Sky Demon Matter, he would not be able to escape and could only die in the boundless backlash of the South China Sea.

He knew nothing about these, especially the sky-supporting stick that had turned into golden threads, the golden color had dimmed.

Soon, a night passed, the sky cleared up, and a red sun broke through the fog and dark clouds, shining on Wang Lu who was sitting upright. He opened his heavy eyes, stood up, and felt very calm. After a night of thinking, he knew what to do next.

"Ha."

He clenched his fist and shouted softly. He was still not strong enough, otherwise he would not have been injured so badly, wasting twenty-three years of precious time in vain.

The soul realm is imperative, but cultivation is a difficult problem, because the vampire "Six Talismans" is too greedy.

He felt that the South China Sea would usher in greater changes in the next hundred years.

Since he practiced the snow pupil, it seemed that he had opened his eyes to the sky. There were many more inexplicable inductions in the dark, which gave him a wonderful spiritual sense of "seeking good fortune and avoiding evil" in a side door.

Hey, Xuetong is worthy of being the third most powerful existence among the ten spiritual eyes.