Above the Immortal Cultivation

Outside the Overlord Pagoda, the layers seemed to be supported by green light.

When Wang Lu saw the green light, he did not hesitate at all.

Even if the green light in the tower and the green light were separated by the vicissitudes of life, he would move forward bravely instead of stopping in fear.

Indeed, when he rushed out of the green light, the unreachable green light suddenly spread to his feet as if it was afraid that he would fall, and caught him instantly.

As time passed, Wang Lu stepped on the ground and came to the second floor.

The second floor was very different from the first floor, and the style changed greatly.

A layer of faint red light enveloped the sky and the earth, and everything was blood red.

The desolate tombs and graves were piled up in a mess, emitting strong evil spirits and unpleasant and vicious corpse gas.

You must know that the Kuiniu Black Light protected him so that no water could enter, and he had long been immune to all poisons.

But the evil spirit and corpse spirit were so strong that they broke through the black light and penetrated in, catching him off guard and making him feel dizzy.

However, when the two spirits penetrated deep into his body, the dense and thick black membrane of Kuiniu swayed gently, directly dissolving them completely, and the dizziness disappeared.

"Interesting."

Wang Lu praised secretly.

In all directions, looking far away, a green road was shining brightly, as if it was deliberately left out, forcing you to rush forward.

Because except for that thoroughfare, there were densely packed ancient tombs that exuded a trace of bloodthirstiness and madness.

What a sinister intention of surrounding three and missing one. Since that's the case, I'll satisfy you and see what tricks you can come up with.

Since the first layer of the green road has been cracked, if the second layer is set up again, it would be foolish and meaningless.

Is Tyrant such a person? So he showed it openly. As for whether he can pass through the tomb and step into the third floor, it all depends on his ability.

"Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong..."

It was like the beating of war drums and the blowing of horns. In less than three breaths, the sky shook and the earth trembled, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards him.

Wang Lu's eyes condensed, "Bang Bang Bang Bang", one blood-red tomb after another broke into pieces, and the blood corpses holding swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, idle sticks, lances, whips, maces, hammers and claws roared to the sky, and then jumped, and the figure blurred in an instant. In a blink of an eye, he came in front of him, raised the blood sword, blood knife, blood stick... and blasted down in the air.

"Boom."

The blood-colored earth exploded with a strong blood light, "hiss", the blood light splashed through the air, and the ground was suddenly corroded into a large pit with a diameter of fifty miles. The blood light rolled in the pit, and there was a creepy grinding sound of "sizzling".

But even the blood corpses with powerful spiritual awareness couldn't help but be stunned for a moment - where are the people?

"Hahaha!"

Wang Lu laughed loudly, and the blood corpse only destroyed his phantom, without even touching a hair on his body.

If you want to compete with me in speed, you are still far behind. It may be possible to return to the coffin and practice for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Good idea, then send you back to the coffin to practice.

The speed of the blood corpse is not slow, reaching the second extreme speed of a thousand feet per breath, but in Wang Lu's eyes it is like a turtle's speed.

The blood corpse is not weak, in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, plus a body of gloomy and miserable hard bones, copper tendons and iron bones.

The combination of the two is enough to rival the average late stage of the Nascent Soul, but when it meets Wang Lu, one punch can blow up a bunch of them.

However, under the blessing of this bloody world, the strange blood light of the magic weapon is indeed extraordinary, but what can it do? As the saying goes, the magical power in the world can only be broken by speed, and only speed can not attack.

"Across the Clouds" is not only fast, but also quick and flexible. It is as quiet as a virgin, as fast as a rabbit, and as easy to control as a finger. After Wang Lu's deep research and re-creation for so many years, it has already found a new way, surpassing the original, like an antelope hanging a horn, and as wonderful as nature.

One line of speed, one line of cleverness, one line of wonderfulness, three in one, the advantages are fully displayed.

No matter how many you have, how many come, kill them all.

"Bang, bang, bang bang bang..."

For a time, hundreds of thousands of blood corpses that made people shudder bloomed like countless fireworks one after another, their bodies collapsed one after another, and no bones remained.

This is a feast of bloody fireworks.

Wang Lu completely ran away and started a killing spree.

Even if the blood corpses shattered into ashes and merged into the coffin again after a while and jumped out again, they didn't even catch Wang Lu's shadow.

Even though they were quite intelligent, they were gradually beaten by Wang Lu and lay directly in the coffin. They were too lazy to even pretend to be dead. They were not even covered with blood-red mud. They really looked like a stiff corpse, standing straight. However, the faint blood light in their eyes was like blinking, slowly turning left and right, and they were worried that the murderous tyrant would suddenly come and kill them again.

Even though they had immortal bodies, they were completely hurt and scared by the demon in front of them.

They prayed in their hearts, you damned one, please don't come!

"Hehehehe."

Seeing this, Wang Lu smiled evilly.

"Uh ah..."

Hearing Wang Lu's sinister smile, all the blood corpses shuddered at the same time, and shouted in their hearts - don't laugh, woo woo woo, it's too damn scary.

Wang Lu originally wanted to grab one and impose restrictions on him, making him his loyal thug. However, just like the flowers, plants and trees in the Green Realm, if they are not nourished by blood, they will sooner or later turn into a pile of dry bones and never enter reincarnation.

If he did it, it would be unbearable for himself and cruel to them. He couldn't do it, because it would be against his original intention.

In fact, even he didn't know whether there was reincarnation in the world of immortal cultivation.

With the continuous improvement of cultivation, both his vision and thinking were greatly enhanced.

It is said that if there is reincarnation, then the avenue of reincarnation must be among the top five of the three thousand avenues. It can be said that it is the peak of the avenues and the top of the avenues.

In just two hours, no blood corpse appeared on the second floor to block it.

In his opinion, it was the "hidden acupoint realm" of "Thousand-leaf Body" on the second page of "Kui Niu Treading on the Sky" that gave him the seemingly inexhaustible and powerful strength, which enabled him to kill violently in the extreme, crushing all the blood corpses, and then their wills collapsed and they dared not fight.

This is only one-third of the first level of the Hidden Acupoint Realm. If this level is perfected, his power will be unimaginable. At that time, perhaps even the strongest person in the middle stage of the Spiritualization Realm can compete with him.

After thinking for a while, Wang Lu took a step and disappeared.

After a long time, when they saw Wang Lu really leave and could no longer sense the unique smell of human flesh, all the blood corpses breathed a sigh of relief - you, the evil star, are finally gone.

Congratulations.

Bang bang bang bang bang...

The coffins opened one after another with a crackling sound, and the sound of "woo woo woo" broke out on the second floor, resounding through the sky.

All the blood corpses excitedly soared into the sky, twisting their shriveled limbs stiffly, singing and dancing in their own way, celebrating the departure of the fierce man.

If there were tears, they would have been in tears long ago.

Hey, if you can't beat them, can't you still be happy?