Above the Immortal Cultivation

After Wang Lu left, Yin Shijiu laughed dryly. He was indeed a person with the Golden Throne Order. He could even find the few high-grade Ghost King beads.

However, this also aroused his competitive spirit. He could see that the other party was only about two years older than him. With his special spiritual roots and the deep foundation of the sect, he was qualified to become a celebrity of this era.

He was forced by his father to come to Yinluanxuan to train under great reluctance.

At first, he didn't understand why. There were many Jindan Dacheng monks in the sect, but few people could give him a mysterious feeling of being unfathomable. However, since he followed Yin Qi for less than two years, Yin Qi made him feel unfathomable. Combined with what he saw with his own eyes today, especially his strange ghost path of Tianlinggen, he finally saw Yin Qi's extraordinary excellence, and even just the tip of the iceberg in him. He understood his father's good intentions at the beginning.

Over the past two years, his edges and corners have been gradually smoothed. Compared with his previous arrogance, after seeing many strong people of the same realm, he found that there are many people who compete with him.

This is still the small Western Desert, the weakest Western Desert among the five regions.

In the past two years, not only Wang Lu, but also the young monk who always smiles, Ku Yao from Tianyao Sect and two other young monks whose origins are unknown, have given him great pressure.

Since ancient times, Manghai has been a place where the winds and clouds of the Western Desert gather. Every two or three thousand years, a war between humans and demons will break out. The last war has been three thousand years ago. From the information collected from all sides, the war between the two races is very likely to be staged again in the next hundred years, which makes him inexplicably excited.

He exhaled heavily. After accumulating for so long in the foundation-building stage, it is time to impact the golden elixir stage.

He shouted softly, "Come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person appeared in front of him like a ghost, and said respectfully, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

"I am going to retreat to the Jindan stage, and I will leave this period to you. If Chen Yong comes again, you must receive him well, and everything else remains the same."

Yin Qi seemed to have changed into a different person, and he gave the person in front of him an unquestionable order.

"Yes, Master."

A flash of surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and he replied.

On a large flying boat moving at high speed, not knowing how far away from the Blood Battle City, Sun Xue, with charming eyes like flowers, sat in front of the dressing table. She looked at her elegant self in the mirror, and tears fell.

She regretted not killing that reckless fool very much. When did she become so soft-hearted? When she opened the tunnel, she had plenty of opportunities, but?

"Cry, cry again, I'll kill you!"

She couldn't help but think of Chen Yong's vicious and ruthless face when he said this. Thinking of this, she wanted to turn around and cut him into pieces, peel off his tendons and skin, and make him never stand up again.

Humph, it's better not to let me meet you, otherwise, you will definitely die.

Is this what she really thinks?

Wang Lu returned to the inn. He didn't expect that his identity had been seen through by Yin Qi. Presumably Yin Qi was not a gossiper, otherwise he would not have sent him a message before leaving.

The later the immortal cultivators get, the more they pay attention to the cultivation of their hearts.

When crossing the calamity, the inner demons will continue to emerge from the depths of the soul, and the invisible outer demons are waiting for the opportunity to appear on the side. When the cultivators can't control the inner demons, they will suddenly appear and directly devour the souls of the cultivators, take the flesh for themselves, and replace the flowers with the trees.

Thinking of this, Wang Lu suddenly felt a burst of burning heat in his ears, which disappeared after a moment. Confused, he carefully checked his body again, and found that everything was normal, so he ignored it.

With a huge sum of two thousand high-quality spirit stones in his pocket, he was satisfied and began to meditate and practice.

Practicing is like sailing against the current, if you don't move forward, you will retreat.

Even though he was puzzled and reached the state of great perfection of foundation building, he was still worried about his unstable foundation, so he calmed down and practiced.

The next day, he came to East Street and walked into the Treasure Pavilion.

He suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of foundation building, and the one who greeted him was still Pang Long in the Golden Core stage.

Pang Long smiled and asked Wang Lu to sit down and offered him tea, saying, "I haven't seen you for half a year. I am glad to see that you have made a lot of progress. If you have any requests, just let me know."

Wang Lu took a sip of the spiritual tea and said, "Thank you, Mr. Pang, for your kindness. I do need some spiritual materials. Here is the list. I am sorry to bother you."

After that, he handed over a jade slip.

After taking a closer look, Pang Long said, "Your needs are much more than I expected. Wait for a few hours and I will prepare them immediately."

Pang Long hurried out, and Wang Lu tasted the spiritual tea leisurely. Although it was not as good as Zhu Ning's Cui Ya, it was also unique.

After drinking a pot, a beautiful maid came to change the tea and add water.

He came to the Treasure Pavilion this time to purchase some talismans used in the Jindan period. The third page of the original "Six Talisman Book" was blank when he had not reached the Jindan period.

Who would have thought that after injecting his mana, more than ten kinds of spiritual talismans that could only be drawn by Jindan stage cultivators appeared, which made him overjoyed, especially when he saw the intermediate and low-level blood escape talisman, he felt like he had found a treasure.

For Wang Lu, who had reached the great perfection of the foundation-building stage, the spiritual lake in his sea of ​​consciousness had liquefied to a certain extent, but it was still being purified, which was unprecedented in the history of the Six Talisman Sect.

In his opinion, his mana was even comparable to that of some ordinary Jindan mid-stage cultivators, so he could open the third page of the "Six Talisman Book", although it was only a small part, it was completely sufficient.

Two hours later, Pang Long brought a heavy storage bag. Wang Lu took a quick look and was very satisfied.

As a result, after Pang Long's lobbying and recommendation, he bought five golden thunder beads that could severely injure a late Jindan strongman.

According to him, the golden thunder beads were extremely powerful and were the only magic weapon to save lives. They were the treasure of their Baibao Pavilion.

However, the thunder beads were expensive. One required fifty high-grade spirit stones. Together with the spirit materials and other related items he bought, he spent a total of 1,800 high-grade spirit stones.

1,800 high-grade spirit stones, even some small immortal cultivation families might not be able to afford them. When Pang Long took over the storage bag, he hesitated a little whether to kill people for the treasure, but when he thought of the characteristics of the Blood Battle City, which was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, he gave up the idea.

Wang Lu was walking on the busy avenue. At the moment of the transaction in the Treasure Pavilion, he felt a trace of greed from the other party, but it disappeared very quickly. If Pang Long really dared to kill him, he should not blame him for being ruthless.

His intuition told him that the material of his six-star arched moon blade was not bad, and it was much better than the magic weapons of many Jindan-stage cultivators.

That was the masterpiece of Tian Yidong, the most outstanding young weapon-making genius in the history of the southern part of the Western Desert. However, the people Wang Lu met were all very powerful, such as Sun Xue, tens of thousands of years of iron corpses, and mutated copper corpses. If it was an ordinary Jindan-stage strongman, the six-star arched moon blade would be more than enough, let alone a foundation-building cultivator of the same realm.

Back to the inn, he casually released a set of formation flags that Pang Long had given him for free.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Nine small formation flags fell in every corner of the room. After pinching the formula, the whole room became as solid as a rock.

Even if the whole house collapsed, his room would still stand.

This formation can withstand the continuous attacks of a mid-stage Jindan strongman for a stick of incense without breaking.

Wang Lu nodded with satisfaction.

Then, he bathed and changed his clothes, sat upright, adjusted his spirit to the best state, and burned incense to pray.