Above the Immortal Cultivation

Soon, night passes and morning comes.

Although there are strong men from the Dream Sect stationed here, the Spiritual Materials Pavilion is like a ghost land, with no one coming.

On the other hand, everyone in the hall was in high spirits and looked calm.

With Patriarch Fu Demon King Lu sitting in charge, who would dare to cause trouble?

Being able to work under him makes them all excited. Even the Zeng family, the first family, is fearless.

The hall on the first floor was silent, but none of them, including Elder Zhu who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, knew that Wang Lu and Liu Zhi had long since disappeared in the Spiritual Materials Pavilion.

In the middle of the night, Wang Lu, who was meditating, suddenly grabbed it with one hand.

"boom."

A communication talisman exploded in mid-air, and a line of words appeared.

"I'm pretending to be a ghost, but it's quite fast. In that case, I'll go see you and solve the problem once and for all."

Wang Lu stood up with a long body, his eyes were deep, and he disappeared without a trace without seeing his movements.

At the same time, Liu Zhi, who was in the lobby on the first floor, moved his brows. He felt the slight fluctuation of Wang Lu's mana.

Hey, why is that?

Why didn't I notice it at ordinary times? How come he didn't even let out any breath or energy.

Even if a strong person in the transformation stage can freely control his own Qi, everything is not perfect and will leave some traces.

Either Wang Lu has a strange treasure in his possession, or he is extremely cautious.

With his personality, he is naturally the former.

From this, he let himself know that he must have done it on purpose.

There was another thing that puzzled him. Along the way, Wang Lu made no secret of his words and deeds. Could it be that he trusted me so much?

Anyway, if you can’t figure it out, it’s better to just let nature take its course.

Hey, ideas are coming to you, why not go and see how you deal with them.

Liu Zhiping stood up and walked out step by step.

However, his departure did not attract anyone's attention, as if everyone turned a blind eye to him, which was surprising.

This is a small magical power called "Shadow Removal" in Ti Zong's "Pangu Wuji Gong". Only people in the same realm or with equal magical power can see him.

When Wang Lu went upstairs with him one after another, he actually didn't move and stayed in the hall, leaving no one aware.

Under the guidance of Wang Lu's mana fluctuations, Liu Zhi followed from afar at his fastest speed of one thousand feet.

Soon they walked out of the city and came to the depths of a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist that towered into the night sky, thirty thousand miles away from the Seven Giants City.

A huge waterfall as wide as a horse flew down, falling into the large clear water lake below, making huge waves.

He did not hide himself and stopped in the distance. Even in the dark night, he could still clearly see the two people in front of the waterfall.

One person is naturally a king. He has a tall and straight figure, standing against the mountains and abyss, and everything is stable. He has a dignified aura that rises and falls, giving people a majestic aura that shakes the world with every move he makes.

The other person has white hair, a tall figure, clear eyes, and an aura as unfathomable as the ocean. He is at least a peerless strongman in the late stage of divine transformation. There is an endless stream of sharp sword aura surging all over his body, as if he can reach it at the snap of his fingers. Destroy this world with one sword.

Although Wang Lu and him were two realms apart, they were equal in terms of momentum and were between equals.

The duel between the early stage of divine transformation and the late stage of divine transformation is quite rare in the world of immortality.

Before coming to the West Desert, he and Yu Qingshu had done enough research on the known late-stage god-transformation powerhouses in the West Desert.

Just like the one on the scroll, the old man is Zeng Yongchang, the current ancestor of the Zeng family in the late stage of becoming a god, and the strongest person in the Zeng family.

The Zeng family is based on the heaven-level high-level skill "One Sword for the World" and has been passed down for 30,000 years. It is a rising star among the top ten aristocratic families. However, there are many talented people. Almost every five hundred years, a member of the family becomes a god, and they soon become gods. Superior to the other nine.

One hundred years ago, two brothers and sisters, Zeng Kebin and Zeng Kequn, the twin brothers of the Zeng family, broke through the heavenly barrier of transformation into gods.

Together, they can compete with the most powerful men in the late stage of divine transformation. Even Nongwan Tianzun praised them.

Since then, the Zeng family has been equivalent to three great masters in the late stage of divine transformation, far surpassing the large sects, and has the vague title of the second super power in the Western Desert.

Naturally, they wanted to expand their territory and no longer be limited to the east of the Western Desert. Their territory and power expanded rapidly.

So, they set their sights on the Lingcai Pavilion empire built by Zhu Ning, which made them jealous.

Wang Lu and Zeng Yongchang were silent. In Liu Zhi's opinion, neither could outdo the other.

There is no winner or loser in the battle of energy.

Zeng Yongchang opened his mouth and said: "Young people are to be feared. If a single step can be stronger than the sword in my hand, your unprovoked killing of my people will be ignored. If not, then your life will be spared."

Wang Lu didn't answer. He was too lazy to waste words with the other party. He always spoke with strength.

"Come."

Wang Lu made a move with his right hand, and "bang", the sky-supporting stick with flashing golden light came to his hand, and he hit Zeng Yongchang with one blow.

"boom!"

Hearing a loud noise, Zeng Yongchang's eyelids jumped, and he disappeared in an instant without even thinking about it.

Wherever the rod's shadow passed, the space within a radius of twenty miles instantly collapsed, forming a black hole in space twenty miles wide.

The mountain in front of him turned into powder, huge waterfalls kept coming, blocking the flow, and the water surface of the vast lake sank ten feet deep.

One stroke of the stick is enough to kill any strong person in the early stages of becoming a god.

Zeng Yongchang teleported continuously to an altitude of forty miles away. When he raised his hand, there was a clear "zheng" sound, and a cyan spiritual sword came into his hand. Dozens of swords "swished" and whizzed away.

Liu Zhi stared intently at the fleeting attack of the two men.

When he saw the green spiritual sword, his heart skipped a beat.

The sword was named "Qinghong", which was the life magic weapon of the first generation of the Zeng family ancestor. It accompanied him in expanding territory and conquering the world. Various coincidences transformed it into a rare acquired spiritual treasure in ancient and modern times, and it became the first magic weapon of the Zeng family.

"Sword of Creation!"

One sword out, the sky opens.

It is one of the three most powerful swords in "One Sword World".

"Wow."

The space was like a piece of rag, cut open by a pair of extremely sharp scissors.

Zeng Yongchang did not give Wang Lu any time to react. While teleporting, he mobilized all his magic power and fought back with the Qinghong sword.

He saw the moment when Wang Lu paused, and the timing was exquisite and accurate, which could be said to be done in one go, as if it was natural.

As he thought, Wang Lu had no time to respond, and could only force the sky-supporting stick to block in front of him.

With a clang, a huge cyan-gold ball of light exploded. If it weren't for the indestructible Heaven-supporting Stick, even with his strong body, he would have been seriously injured.

Wang Lu's hands were bleeding profusely, and countless blood beads were forced out of his body under an invisible and extremely sharp sword rule, like a bloody man, horrible to look at.

"Hide!"

At the moment when the cyan-gold ball of light flashed, Liu Zhi suddenly screamed.

"Too late!"

Zeng Yongchang's calm voice came from afar.

Not only did Wang Lu forget the Qinghong Spirit Sword in his hand, but even Liu Zhi thought that Qinghong was still in his hand.

Who would have thought that this sword would follow him like a poisonous snake after he used all his strength to "Open the Sky Sword".

The Open Sky Sword was just one of the killing moves, and the real fatal sword was Qinghong that followed closely.