Above the Immortal Cultivation

Zijiu led the way, and Wang Lu followed him like a shadow.

However, even if he used all his strength, he could not even see the shadow of Zijiu.

Fortunately, after ten days, Zijiu was no longer strong. Such a fast speed was too much for both his demonic power and body, which also made him realize Zijiu's current limit, which was ten days.

Hehe.

Wang Lu smiled maliciously. What if he couldn't run faster than you? Running requires not only speed but also persistence.

One day, I will catch up with you.

Wang Lu strode calmly and finally caught up with Zijiu on the twenty-fifth day.

Seeing his arrival, Zijiu, who was lying on the big leaves of the strange grass and enjoying a good sleep, returned to his shoulder in a flash.

In the past twenty-five days, the deeper he went into the grassland, the more he gradually felt a very faint repulsive force, as if to forcibly stop him.

Is it really as the old man of the tenth-level heavenly demon said, that he must not take a step forward?

He quickly asked Zijiu with his mind if he had the same feeling?

Zijiu's two gorgeous little eyes turned, and his tentacles nodded to indicate no.

It seems that at this point, the duckweed grassland naturally developed a resistance to the human race.

Since the old man was cut off by him and Zijiu, for some reason, he never encountered a strong man of the Heavenly Demon level on the way. However, the countless tiny and hideous strange insects, densely packed like mountains and clouds, made him daunted and shudder.

Could it be that the old man who was killed was the master of this large area, so it was so quiet all the way here?

And what did he mean by the Son of God and the King of God?

Is there also a division of power on the prairie like the human race on land?

The Son of God and the King of God are like the Tianfu Shangren and Chen Tianfeng who have surpassed the God Transformation Stage?

He didn't know, and there were still five days of journey before he could find the traces left by Mao Ju.

No matter what the reason was that he came here deep in the grassland, he would take him back.

Wang Lu firmly believed in it and marched forward with Zi Jiu.

Why was he so sure of Mao Ju's whereabouts?

That was because of the "Hun Tu Gong" in his storage bag.

Wang Lu originally thought that the jade slip was a copy of it, but he never thought that it was the real original.

First, the Scorpion Girl determined the general direction of the northwest for him, and when he headed northwest, the jade slip suddenly gave him a mysterious guidance, so he persevered and came without looking back.

This shows the extraordinaryness of the "Hun Tu Gong".

When have you ever heard of a heavenly-level skill that can actively sense and guide others to find a practitioner?

Even his own "Six Talismans" can't do it.

Otherwise, it would be common to find or steal Ding Yuting.

He could lock her with the "Six Talismans", and the master and apprentice would work together, one inside and one outside, and it would be no problem to escape from the clutches of the Heavenly Talisman Master, and he could even make him suspicious.

As they walked, Wang Lu's mouth showed a wicked smirk. Zi Jiu felt it and gently moved his wings, ignoring him.

When he reached the peak of level eight, Zi Jiu was as heavy as an iron mountain. If it were an ordinary person, he would be crushed by it.

Alas!

Wang Lu couldn't help but sigh. No matter what realm the monsters were in, they didn't like to be bound. They wanted a free and unrestrained state of existence.

For example, Zi Jiu didn't like the spirit beast bag, so he had to lie on his shoulder.

In this way, it would sleep more comfortably, even if the spirit beast bag was filled with spirit crystals, it would be unwilling.

Thinking of this, Wang Lu couldn't help but feel bitter.

Sooner or later, Zi Jiu would leave him, because not only did it yearn for freedom, but he was also fascinated by it.

Life has its own destination.

Oh, why think so much, the immortal road is out of reach, and we'll talk about it when we reach the end.

At least, he and Zi Jiu are still as weak as ants and inseparable.

Five days passed in a flash, without any twists and turns in between.

What is that!

Wang Lu stopped in the sky in great shock!

From afar, a towering green mountain stood proudly, exuding a unique and strange smell of grass and trees.

A vast and green aura surrounded the mountain, condensing without dispersing.

Such pure wood aura, although the quality is not high, but for people with wood spiritual roots and those with wood spiritual roots, it is a blessing.

If you practice here, your cultivation will surely rise with the tide and advance by leaps and bounds.

Why is it so quiet around, without a trace of demonic aura?

That mountain that looks like a fairy mountain is the holy mountain of your demon race. Are you so confident that you are defenseless?

Although he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, the jade slip of "Hun Tu Gong" pointed to the nameless mountain five hundred miles ahead.

I have to go for Mao Ju.

"Bang."

Wang Lu was as fast as thunder and soon arrived at the top of the mountain. In order to avoid any sudden shocking changes, he looked down from a high place.

Hey, something seems to be wrong?

How can there be a mountain on the grassland as flat as a mirror?

No, this is not a mountain with rocks and soil, but a mountain formed by layers of strange grass with a diameter of one zhang, two zhang, three zhang, four, five, six, seven... until six hundred and sixty-six zhang thick.

Grass Mountain!

The Grass Mountain is wrapped in circles of deep and rich wood spirit, shining green and deep, naturally covering it with a piece of armor, making people wonder what the true meaning is.

If it weren't for Xue Tong, it would be impossible to tell that this was a grass mountain formed by countless strange grasses.

Wang Lu looked at the strange grass mountain below with great shock, and couldn't help but sigh at the ingenuity of nature and the creation of heaven and earth.

Such a huge grass, its grass path is like a cold and quiet pillar supporting the sky, like the thigh of a huge monster, which is thick and powerful, making his scalp numb and terrified.

At this moment, the jade slip no longer fluctuated.

"Go."

The spell that linked the six semi-immortals was cast, "Wow", it was like a breeze blowing in front of his eyes.

A faint wisp of aura appeared in the void, and then "bang" broke and disappeared completely.

Mao Ju had indeed been here, but his breath disappeared from this thousand-mile grass mountain without a trace, and there was no trace left.

"Squeak."

However, just when he was at a loss, Zijiu made a tiny sound, and a gray light broke through the layers of green wood spirit, like a meteor, disappearing in an instant.

Zijiu was telling him how to enter.

The moment it disappeared, the mysterious connection between him and Zijiu was cut off.

Obviously, the little butterfly went to another world.

And with the extension and enlargement of his snow pupils, he captured the route and direction of Zijiu's movement and the space node that it penetrated and reflected it in his heart.

But he still had to wait, waiting for the arrival of that wandering space node again.

Wang Lu took a deep breath and was ready.