Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu and the two came to Fengming Valley, and in the silver light, they teleported to the Dream Building in the Seven Giants City.

The person guarding this place is no longer Xie Huaicheng, but a male cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul who looks vaguely like him and has very deep magic power.

Seeing the arrival of the two men, the young male cultivator was startled and said calmly: "Xie Youliang of the Dream Sect meets the ancestor."

Wang Lu asked: "Where is Xie Huaicheng?"

Xie Youliang replied: "My uncle rushed to Miaonian City thirty years ago. It is said that from Master Huang... After Huang Yan eradicated Feng Yan Sect, Miao Nian Sect valued him very much, so my uncle went there under the order of the sect. There is no news about the movements of the two parties.”

"Well, I understand, it is a good practice to practice. If you follow the sect and Senior Sister Xie, you will follow me. Don't be afraid of anyone, otherwise once you lose your Taoist heart, you will have a heart of fear, which will be harmful to your future cultivation. I I’ll go meet Senior Brother Huang Yan for a while.”

Wang Lu patted Xie Youliang's shoulder and encouraged him.

The other party was quite conflicted about Huang Yan, fearing and admiring him at the same time.

More than one hundred and seventy years later, Huang Yan's influence on the disciples of the sect remains undiminished.

At first glance, even the powerful Nascent Soul stage masters at the top of the sect still have a deep respect for him. If he leads people from the same sect to attack, his morale and state of mind will drop before the battle.

I must change their mindset, and this is a good opportunity.

Huang Yan, Senior Brother Huang, don’t disappoint me.

Hearing this, Xie Youliang's eyes flashed.

He knew how powerful Master Wang was. With him taking action, his constant worry about "when Huang Yan would come to kill" would have a result.

Even if they were tied, Huang Yan would not dare to act rashly as long as his master was around.

Moreover, the master's strength is not only unpredictable, but he is also the leading Fu Dao master in the Western Desert. With him sitting and following him, it will be difficult for the sect not to prosper.

After leaving the Dream Building, the two of them rushed to the Spiritual Materials Pavilion without any secret.

Before leaving, he wanted to hand over the jade slip about the Lotus Spirit Root to Senior Sister Zhu Ning.

Two hundred years have passed in a flash. I wonder how she is doing?

Lingcai Pavilion still occupies a bustling street, but most people turn a blind eye to it and pass by in a hurry, which is in sharp contrast to the bustling market.

When Wang Lu saw the situation, he felt a "clang" sound in his heart, which was so shocking that he could hardly breathe.

He walked in with a serious look on his face.

It was extremely quiet inside and you could hear a pin drop.

Yu Jiazheng, who has reached the peak of his cultivation in the early stage of Yuanying, is standing in the hall, staring alone and coldly at the three great monks in the late stage of Yuanying who are facing him with arrogant sneers and malicious intentions.

There were more than thirty people who were worried, angry, booing, or meaningful and formed a semi-circle.

Everyone felt that the two strangers with unfathomable strength were even more silent, not even daring to take a breath.

When Yu Jia saw Wang Lu, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

The three late Nascent Soul cultivators who faced her directly let out three short, rapid and frightening screams without any warning. They didn't even have time to let out a roar, as if their throats were pinched by an iron pliers and twisted hard. , and immediately came to an abrupt end.

Their deaths were so unexpected!

Boom, boom, boom.

You must know that the three of them are terrifying late Nascent Soul monks, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground without any resistance.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

It wasn't until the three of them really died that they could no longer die, and the people around them with varying levels of cultivation opened their eyes in disbelief and let out one after another screams of terror.

"Hmph, don't say that I won't give you a chance. I will wait for you here for three days. Once these three days are over, no matter what grudges you have with Lingcai Pavilion, everything will disappear. If there is anything wrong with Lingcai Pavilion in the future, it will be cleared up. The blame lies with you. I, the King of Dream Sect, can use whatever tricks I want, and I will take over."

These words suddenly came out from the hall of Lingcai Pavilion, and spread out in all directions for more than a hundred miles.

No matter the monks on the street or all the people in the buildings within a hundred miles, they all heard his unusually calm but extremely angry declaration very clearly.

"boom."

A small part of the Seven Giants City was instantly boiling with discussions and arguments.

They didn't know what happened in the Spiritual Material Pavilion, but when the word "Wang Lu" came out, 90% of them were shocked.

People couldn't help but be curious and spread out their body skills to escape towards the Spiritual Materials Pavilion.

For a time, dark clouds rolled over the city, and heroes gathered.

"boom."

In an instant, the six-star Gongyue Blade that passed through the three Heavenly Souls burst out into a beautiful yet terrifying blue light and disappeared with a whoosh.

"Uncle Master."

Yu Jia couldn't bear it any longer, tears rolled down her face, and she hugged Wang Lu.

Wang Lu smiled heartbrokenly and said: "If you don't cry, no one will dare to touch a single hair of my spiritual material pavilion as long as my uncle is here. Anyone who dares to do so will die."

"Um."

Yu Jia burst into tears, which made him feel like a knife.

He consoled her: "Don't cry anymore. They are all charming girls. How can you be worthy of your master if you cry?"

"Wow……"

Hearing the word "Master", Yu Jia felt even more sad and tears came to her eyes.

"Hmph, bad luck."

Wang Lu shouted coldly, and three corpses flew out and floated upright above the Spiritual Materials Pavilion.

Without his permission, no one dares to collect the body.

Everyone was frightened, Wang Lu was simply a devil.

Without asking for the reason, he just chopped and killed, which is cruel and violent, which is heinous.

Liu Zhi, who was standing by, saw it all and was in a state of turmoil.

Wang Lu's silence and instantaneous killing of three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators was simply a delight and a thrill.

He didn't care whether the other party was right or wrong, didn't ask what powerful background the three had, and didn't feel their feelings or the feelings of everyone else.

He just killed them.

He hadn't had the passion in him for a long time, and Wang Lu's arbitrary behavior gave him a kind of ambition to dominate the world and kill people everywhere.

In addition, he declared that he loved the Spirit Material Pavilion and the woman.

He was a tough guy with a soft heart, and there was no doubt about it.

"Waiting to die? Why don't you leave?"

When everyone heard Wang Lu's cold words, their backs felt cold and they ran away in a hurry.

Wang Lu gave Liu Zhi a look, and he naturally understood the meaning of the music, and said gently: "Excuse me, young friend, what is going on?"

After hearing this, Yu Jia finally stopped crying. Unable to sense his cultivation, he bowed awkwardly and said: "Greetings, senior, since my master passed away three years ago..."

Just when he said this, Wang Lu waved his hand, and said with a broken heart: "Don't say anything, take me to the burial place of my senior sister, I want to see her."

"Yes."

Yu Jia held back his sadness, and the three of them rode on green birds to the sky under the attention of countless people, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"It's exciting to watch."

The three famous monks who died were respected elders of the Zeng family, the first family in the Western Desert.

When this happened, Wang Lu slapped him in the face without any explanation, and the Zeng family would settle accounts with him no matter what.

If not, where would their face be? How could they gain a foothold in the Western Desert?

Otherwise, it will only become a joke in the West Desert and even the entire cultivation world!

It is simply a great shame!

For a time, all the big and small forces heard the news and moved, and all kinds of plots and strategies were played out in some invisible and intangible dark corners.

Some took the opportunity to replace the Zeng family, some suppressed the Zeng family, some plotted against the Dream Sect, some occupied the jealous Spirit Material Pavilion... There were all kinds of strange and countless.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lu's rage instantly stirred up the entire West Desert.