Above the Immortal Cultivation

A quarter of an hour later, Iron Corpse's wound had doubled, and black blood was flowing out. This allowed him to see a chance to win.

He quickly drank a sip of spiritual milk, and most of his nearly depleted mana was restored.

He mustered up all his magic power and continued to use the blade formation technique. The six-star arched moon blade trembled and disappeared in the air. At the same time, the wind rose on the ground, and a harsh blasting sound continued to sound.

The air erupted with a scream like fried copper beans. When the six-star arched moon blade that stabbed them suddenly disappeared, more than a dozen iron corpses with bleeding wounds roared in excitement, and used all kinds of spiritual weapons scattered around the stone hall. He returned his hand and ran towards the royal road with great momentum, and the phantoms of spiritual weapons in the sky greeted him.

Seeing this, Wang Lu shouted loudly, and poured all his magic power into the six-star Gongyue Blade for free. His hands were as fast as shadows, and he punched various magic formulas into the blade array. In an instant, the blade array was gurgling with green light. , the speed doubled, and various spiritual weapons exploded one after another under the sharp and extremely fast cutting of the blade array.

The blade formation moved forward all the way, facing the Iron Corpse. The sharp blades were just as Wang Lu expected. Although they were extremely lethal, they were not enough to deal with the Iron Corpse's hard body. However, the wounds on the Iron Corpse's body were as powerful as The shark smelled blood and started cutting and sawing like crazy.

In less than five breaths, the blade formation started from the wound and split the iron corpse into two. As their bodies separated, the defense was no longer there. Under the strangulation of the blade silk, it was as empty as the stone hall Wang Lu had just entered.

A dozen iron corpses were cut into pieces until not a single shard was left, as if they had never been there.

The various spiritual weapons in their hands were also cut into pieces of powder and scattered in the stone hall.

At this time, Wang Lu was physically and mentally exhausted, his magic power was exhausted, and his spiritual consciousness was severely depleted.

He casually glanced at the passage and found nothing unusual. He was really afraid that similar iron corpses would swarm in again. If they swarmed up, he would have to use the three Yinquan Thunder Beads.

Wang Lu sat down on the ground, quickly took out two medium-grade spiritual stones and held them in his hands. He took a pill and at the same time exuded a trace of consciousness in the passage. He must quickly restore his mana to deal with the unknown dangers.

The stone hall was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, and even he didn't notice. The fierce fight between him and the iron corpse did not cause even a trace of damage to the stone hall.

The Tomb of the Dark Sky is indeed not simple.

One day later, Wang Lu woke up leisurely, with all his magic power restored, his whole body felt comfortable, and his consciousness was slightly strengthened.

He couldn't help but think of his master Qiu Huaren. Without his original rescue and teaching, he would not be where he is now, and he would not be able to deeply feel the heaven-defying "Six Talismans".

Practicing the "Six Talismans" required him to spend twice as much time as ordinary monks, but it also laid a foundation for him that ordinary people could not achieve, and the "Six Talisman Book" solved the huge problem of resources required for his cultivation. problem.

The various talismans in the "Six Talisman Book" not only brought him a large amount of spiritual stones, but also became a trump card in his hand. The benefits they brought to him were visible to the naked eye. Neither of them could live without the other. Like two human hands, one is indispensable.

Just when Wang Lu was in a daze, the spirit beast bag around his waist started to tremble. When he came back to his senses, there was a signal in his mind that Zi Jiu was about to come out.

"Hahahahahaha."

Wang Lu laughed heartily and cast a spell on the spirit beast bag. A purple-gray lightning flashed across the stone hall, flying happily in front of and behind him, flying up and down.

Wang Lu happily stretched out his palm, and Zi Jiu glanced at it with disgust, then flew to the old spot where it stopped, on his shoulder.

Zi Jiu is still half a foot tall, but his aura has reached the peak of a fourth-level monster, which is equivalent to the peak cultivation level in the later stage of foundation establishment. His two small and cute eyes are like two purple gems, dazzling and dazzling, and his wings are gray. Purple and alternate colors, the two purple tentacles seem to be thicker, and the butterfly body is gray with purple.

Wang Lu held his chin, looked at Zi Jiu sideways, and said with a smile: "It's been ten years, you little guy finally woke up, you are still so young, can't you grow up? I wasted hundreds of dollars." The high-quality spiritual stone is so heart-wrenching."

Zi Jiuquan was lying lazily without any attitude, as if he hadn't woken up, motionless. When he heard his words, his little purple eyes turned indifferently as a response.

This scene made him dumbfounded, but more importantly, he was filled with joy. Zi Jiu finally woke up and could let go of one thing on his mind.

Wang Lu said to Zi Jiu: "Little guy, now we are in an unknown and dangerous ancient tomb. I want to put you back in the spirit beast bag. Although you are not taller, you should have grown a lot in ability. When your opponent is not there, When you pay attention, you can achieve amazing results, what do you think?”

Zi Jiu seemed to understand, a tentacle tapped his shoulder to express receipt.

Wang Lu happily opened the spirit beast bag with a secret key. Zi Jiu flew in at an incredible speed and threw ten middle-grade spirit stones into it. Zi Jiu received a happy aura from Zi Jiu.

When Zi Jiu returned to the spirit beast bag, he was also worried about meeting a stronger opponent.

After all, Zi Jiu had just woken up and was still in a somewhat hazy state. He was worried about the unexpected appearance.

Next, Wang Lu looked at the entire stone hall carefully, not missing any corner, but he didn't find anything useful.

He followed his induction and walked to the stone door that he had entered the stone hall before. No matter how he pushed, knocked, or smashed, the stone door seemed to be integrated with the stone hall without any reaction.

He knew that he would never find the stone door again, and moving forward was the only way out.

After Zijiu fell asleep, he stayed in the stone hall for a while, looking at the passage with a light yellow light, and walked over cautiously.

After adding a death spell to himself, he stepped into the passage with full vigilance.

Everything was normal, but too quiet. If something was abnormal, there must be something wrong. He would not let go of even the slightest disturbance.

The passage seemed to have no end. After half an incense stick of time, there was nothing but a faint yellow halo. No one knew where the light came from.

In another space, there was a stone hall with a reddish light. On the top of the stone hall, two large characters about ten feet long flashed red light: Xiumen.

Sun Xue did not see the words "Xiumen" above her head. Her luck seemed to be much better than Wang Lu.

The beautiful woman was panting and supporting herself with a sword, half kneeling on the ground. Not far in front of her, a bronze corpse that looked like brass was torn into pieces on the ground.

In front of the bronze corpse, a small tripod with an antique and peculiar shape was quietly placed on a stone table.

She grinned and cursed, "Damn it, you're like a lump of iron. I almost fell into your trap. For the sake of this legendary three-legged golden crow tripod, I'll let you go and won't cut you into pieces."

If someone were here and heard this, they would definitely cover their ears and not listen at all. There were more than eight pieces of bronze corpses on the ground. If you count them carefully, there would be more than twenty pieces.

It's too... too... too hypocritical. I can't listen to it anymore.