Above the Immortal Cultivation

A secret room with a radius of three meters, with ten human monks hanging in the air.

Below them was a pool of blood bubbling and emitting a strange fragrance.

The blood of ten people, no, the blood of two people was condensing very slowly, dripping into the blood pool bit by bit.

There was a bright red mark on the big toes of the left feet of the other eight barefoot people.

Seeing it, Wang Lu's heart suddenly jumped.

The ten people lined up in a row, and the one at the edge was Mao Ju.

He was pale, with a withered figure, gray hair, closed eyes, blue lips, and intermittent breath. According to his estimation, he had been imprisoned for at least twenty years.

Among the nine people with him, only a middle-aged man whose cultivation level he could not see through was still breathing, and the other eight had already bled to death.

As for why they were still hanging here, it was because they wanted to extract their blood marrow.

Blood marrow is the purest essence of a cultivator's blood, which contains the secret of a person's blood.

If you want to force out blood marrow, you can only do it repeatedly for many years under the blessing of a special vicious formation, just like boiling lamp oil.

In the world of immortal cultivation, except for the blood monks who know something about it, few people extract the blood marrow of others.

There are two reasons.

First, the cultivation of the human race is mainly to comprehend the three thousand great ways. Blood is only effective for some long-standing families. Moreover, if the members of those families want to purify and improve their blood, refining the blood of people of the same race will not only have no effect, but will be harmful to the mixture. This requires some extremely special opportunities and luck, or swallowing the blood of the ancestors or sages of the family.

Therefore, blood is dispensable for most of the human race.

The second is the objective reason. The formation that squeezes blood marrow has long been annihilated in the dust of history because of the extinction of human nature, whipping tombs and killing corpses, and the world cannot tolerate it. It no longer exists.

Even if he wanted to, he didn't have the conditions.

I didn't expect that the Zerg still had such a cruel ancient formation that hurt the heavens and harmed the world.

Or rather, it was a half-broken formation that the Four Saints found from somewhere that forced out the blood and marrow.

Why is it a broken formation? Because the complete formation is said to be able to force out the blood and marrow of living beings in ten years.

Hahahahaha!

Wang Lu grinned and laughed angrily.

He immediately released the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade. Such a half-baked formation might take some effort to deal with other people, but it was full of loopholes under his snow-white eyes.

The Seven Blades were like a butcher cutting a cow, finding a needle in every gap. In less than two breaths, the formation collapsed.

Mao Ju fell straight down without consciousness. Wang Lu used his magic power to gently lift his falling body and slowly lead it to him.

When the formation was broken, the other eight people fell into the blood pool with a "pop pop pop pop" sound, and several blood bubbles emerged, saying goodbye to this world completely.

What he didn't expect was that the man with unfathomable cultivation suddenly woke up when the formation was about to fall into the blood pool.

He floated and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes changed from confusion to profound and sudden enlightenment, but there was no hatred.

The man smiled freely, stared at him deeply, and then mustered up his remaining strength and disappeared.

As Liu Zhi said, if he lost, he lost, just admit it, he is the real super strong man.

His departure was like letting a tiger go back to the mountain. Even if the four saints killed the five of them, his death was not far away.

But he couldn't figure out how "he" was captured, it was too incredible.

Without thinking too much, looking at Mao Ju who was unconscious and on the verge of death, Wang Lu's anger was imaginable.

His blood was almost drained out, and his situation was very dangerous. Save your life first.

"Bang."

With a finger pointing, a drop of priceless milk was ignited by him and turned into a light spiritual mist, which immediately wrapped him tightly in a warm and soft embrace.

"Swish."

Mao Ju was thrown into the human bag that he had prepared long ago and carefully hung on his waist.

"I told you to fuse and refine!"

Wang Lu slapped it with hatred.

"Boom!"

The three-meter-deep blood pool filled with human blood turned into smoke and dust in an instant, leaving only a bottomless black hole. Countless blood was squeezed and exploded by his tyrannical power and evaporated.

It was considered a small interest.

Wang Lu turned around and left, escaping towards Zijiu, fifty miles away.

The underground space was managed by the four saints like a maze, with tunnels and caves everywhere, winding and complicated, and changing. In addition, there were invisible mazes and illusions, which made people dizzy and difficult to tell the direction.

If it weren't for the guidance of the jade slip of "Huantian Gong", it would be difficult to find Mao Ju.

The same is true for Zijiu.

Zijiu and he have long been blood-related, so they are naturally close and inseparable.

If it had not been introduced into a hundred-mile-deep underground space and isolated by a formation, how could their induction be cut off?

Zijiu has fallen into a kind of illusion of selflessness and unconsciousness. While the Four Saints and the Seventh Saint have not returned yet, he rescued it and then fought a decisive battle with the two.

Before separating from Ji Qing and the other four, the other party intentionally or unintentionally invited him to explore the lair of the Four Saints.

In his opinion, they seemed to value something very much.

Coming here to eliminate the Four Saints is a major purpose, and perhaps that thing is the key.

Wang Lu had no intention of participating in their struggle.

Dare to treat my best friend and my beloved butterfly so cruelly, no matter what, I will fight with you.

Before leaving, Wang Lu took a look at the big pit he had made, thinking.

"Crossing the Clouds" was launched at full speed. Time was urgent. His intuition told him that the four saints would return soon.

After a cup of tea, an underground cave came into view.

The cave was pitch black, and the snow pupils were fully opened, but also blurred.

This cave was not only protected by a strong formation, but the key was that there were two human sword-holding men who looked exactly the same at the peak of the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, sitting quietly in front of the cave like old monks.

Sensing someone coming, the two opened their eyes.

"Bang!"

Four real eyes that could kill the soul instantly shot into his soul.

"Ah!"

Wang Lu screamed hysterically, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and rolled on the ground with his head in his hands.

The two turned a blind eye to it, and their magic power was exhausted. "Zheng" "Zheng", two green light spirit swords like the cry of a phoenix broke free from the scabbard, and turned into two ghosts and gods who chopped at him.

Wang Lu endured the severe pain, gritted his teeth and raised his magic power. The power descended, and with a flash, it disappeared.

At the same time, two indestructible black fists like iron pillars snapped their fingers towards the green sword light.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two rounds of blue-black sun exploded, and Wang Lu finally resolved the attack that caught him off guard with all his strength.

However, the two twins, like emotionless cold-blooded killers and humanoid puppets who didn't care about magic power, slashed at Wang Lu crazily.

The offensive was like a tide, and he was defeated step by step for a while, and he was in great pain.