Mortal Cultivator

In the Rain Fairy Realm, rain is the medium of all things and the thread of fate, weaving countless fantasy stories. Wang Lu, a sword cultivator, has an upright posture, unruly and resolute eyes, carrying an ancient long sword, with lightning flashing on the scabbard. In order to find a breakthrough opportunity, he stepped into this mysterious Rain Fairy Realm.

Dongfang Xue, born in a spiritual family, is dressed in white clothes that are whiter than snow, with long black hair hanging down her shoulders. She holds a spiritual fan with plum blossoms painted on the fan. She is agile and cold, and comes here to explore the lost secrets of her family.

The two met at an ancient rainbow bridge on the edge of the Rain Fairy Realm. At that time, the drizzle was like silk, smoke and fog. Wang Lu was staring at the rushing clouds and fog under the bridge, thinking about the way forward, while Dongfang Xue stepped lightly, with fluttering clothes, just like a fairy in the rain. "This place is full of fog. Do you know the way to the secret realm?" Dongfang Xue opened her red lips lightly, and her voice was crisp.

Wang Lu looked back and saw her graceful figure. He was moved and clasped his fists and said, "I am also groping forward. I heard that the secret realm of rain is deep in the clouds and mist, hidden behind the rain waterfall, but the road is difficult and unpredictable." After speaking, their eyes met, and it seemed that a tacit understanding took root quietly in the rain.

Walking together, the rain curtain became their curtain, and along the way, flowers and butterflies fluttered, but it also posed a hidden danger. When they reached a valley, the sound of rain suddenly sounded, turning into dense ice cones, covering the sky and the earth. Wang Lu drew his sword, and the sword came out like a dragon, lightning flashed, and the sword shadows weaved into a net, and the ice cones were shattered when they touched them, turning into crystal ice chips.

Dongfang Xue gently waved the spirit fan, fanning out warm wind, which flowed around them, protecting them and dispelling the cold. "The trial of this rain fairy world is so fierce!" Wang Lu laughed, his passion overflowed, and his sword became more fierce, cutting through layers of ice and rain, and opening a way forward.

After passing through the Ice Rain Valley, a majestic rain waterfall suddenly appeared in front of them, like a river pouring down from the sky, with a deafening roar, and the entrance to the secret realm was hidden behind it. As the two approached, water vapor rushed in their faces, soaking their clothes. Wang Lu used his spiritual power to prop up a faint light shield in front of him, and Dongfang Xue followed closely behind him and stepped into the waterfall curtain.

In an instant, it seemed as if they were in a dreamland, with clear space inside, raindrops suspended in the air, reflecting colorful light, and the ground was full of strange patterns, like ancient runes, recording the dusty past of the Rain Fairy Realm.

Going deep into the secret realm, they saw a crystal platform, on which a jade box in the shape of a raindrop was suspended, flickering with a faint light, mysterious and unpredictable. Just as they were about to approach, the surrounding water vapor transformed into a spirit guard, holding a water spear, and attacking fiercely.

Wang Lu stepped on the sword shadow, shuttled between the spirits, and picked up the spear with his sword. Dongfang Xue used the fan as a pen to outline the spirit formation in the air, trapping the spirit and weakening its power. After a fierce fight, the two cooperated seamlessly, the spirit body dissipated, and finally climbed onto the high platform to take down the raindrop jade box.

The moment the jade box was opened, the light burst, and the secret method of controlling the power of the rain spirit recorded in the secret technique came into mind, and there was also an ancient rain fairy inheritance image, demonstrating the operation of spiritual power and the display of supernatural powers. Wang Lu and Dongfang Xue smiled at each other. This time, they not only obtained the peerless secret technique of the rain fairy, but also fell in love while fighting side by side.

Just like the rain moistening the heart, the flower of love quietly bloomed. When they leave the secret realm, they will go to the immortal path hand in hand and promise to protect this magical world, so that the rain fairy inheritance will shine in the years.

In the world of immortal cultivation, Wang Lu has experienced countless disasters with a stunning appearance. His cultivation has reached the late stage of the immortal emperor. Standing at the top of this world, he can trigger the majestic wave of spiritual power of heaven and earth with every move. He was dressed in a black robe, as deep as the dark night. Under his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes were eyes that had experienced vicissitudes but were as hot as ever. The spiritual power around him was like a dormant giant beast. Although it was restrained, it concealed the power to destroy the world.

One day, Wang Lu accidentally glimpsed a secret in the fragments of ancient books. In a mysterious secret realm, there was a peerless elixir that could help break through the bottleneck of cultivation and temper the body of the immortal spirit. This secret realm was hidden in the cracks of time and space, with many restrictions and unpredictable dangers, but Wang Lu would not retreat. He decided to set out to explore and add more help to the ethereal immortal path.

When he arrived at a place surrounded by clouds and mist and filled with immortal air, Wang Lu suddenly felt a familiar spiritual power fluctuation. He looked up and saw a woman in white clothes, black hair like a waterfall, and skin like cream. It was Dongfang Xue. She was born in an alchemy family, and she had a deep study of pharmacology and alchemy. Her alchemy skills were superb, and she was also famous in this world of immortal cultivation.

At this moment, her lively eyes were full of joy and surprise: "Wang Lu, why are you here too?" Wang Lu smiled and responded: "I am looking for a secret realm with rare spiritual medicines that may help me make further progress. Why are you here, sister Xue?" Dongfang Xue raised the ancient pharmacopoeia in her hand and smiled: "I followed the guidance of my family to explore special herbs and perfect the formula of elixirs. I didn't want to meet you here. I guess this is the attraction of immortal fate."

Since they were on the same path, the two of them walked together and passed through the ancient stone forest with many obstacles. The stone forest was full of strange rocks, each of which was engraved with runes, faintly emitting the power of prohibition. A slight touch would cause a spiritual storm to rage. Wang Lu drew his sword in front, the blade flashed with cold light, and shattered the rune attack that came towards him. Dongfang Xue followed closely behind, using the spiritual barrier to assist and resolve the aftermath.

Finally, they arrived at the entrance of the secret realm. It was a cave that looked like a giant beast with sharp teeth intertwined. The entrance of the cave was filled with dark purple mist, revealing a bone-chilling chill and dangerous atmosphere. The two of them walked in hand in hand. It was like a different world inside. Exotic flowers and plants were glowing, rare animals and birds were flying around, but there were also ferocious monsters guarding spiritual objects lurking in the dark.

Wang Lu released his spiritual power, and his pressure shocked everyone. He opened up a safe path for Dongfang Xue. After searching all the way, he finally found the spiritual medicine next to the spiritual spring at the bottom of the valley. It was shaped like a Ganoderma lucidum, but it was surrounded by seven-color clouds. The medicinal power was so strong that it made the surrounding space tremble slightly.

After returning with the spiritual medicine, the two found a quiet valley, set up layers of protective prohibitions, and prepared to refine the medicine. Dongfang Xue took out the family inheritance furnace. The furnace was simple bronze in color, and the dragon and phoenix patterns were engraved on the furnace body. It was an excellent artifact for refining the elixir.

She was skilled in placing the spiritual medicine carefully on the jade plate, supplemented with many precious auxiliary medicines such as thousand-year ice crystals and ten-thousand-year spiritual milk, and arranged them neatly according to the proportions.

Wang Lu injected powerful spiritual power into the furnace to help it preheat. The flames rose, and the blue and golden colors intertwined, which was the ice and fire spiritual flame that matched the characteristics of the spiritual medicine. Dongfang Xue waved her sleeves lightly, and the herbs flew into the furnace in an orderly manner. In an instant, the medicinal power in the furnace surged and roared, and there seemed to be a roar of an unwilling beast.

She looked solemn, pinched her jade hands, and changed the complicated alchemy formula into the furnace to stabilize the medicinal power and guide the fusion. Wang Lu was also fully focused. According to her instructions, he accurately controlled the output of spiritual power and strengthened the control of the flame.

However, there were many twists and turns during the alchemy process. First, the medicinal power was unbalanced, causing the furnace to vibrate. Seeing that the furnace was about to be destroyed and the pills were disappearing, Wang Lu made a prompt decision and separated a wisp of spiritual power into spiritual power threads.

To restrain the frenzy of medicinal power, Dongfang Xue took the opportunity to adjust the alchemy formula and get back on track; then she encountered impurities and clots, which hindered the formation of the pill. She decisively invested in purifying the spiritual crystal, and Wang Lu increased his spiritual power to stimulate the flame and refine the impurities.

After three days and three nights, the furnace was bright and fragrant, and the pills were finally made. Three round pills, crystal clear like glass, and the pill patterns were like nebulae, containing majestic spiritual power and breakthrough opportunities. The two looked at each other, and they saw joy and fatigue in each other's eyes. This time, alchemy was not only about the casting of pills.

It also deepened the bond between the two of them. As they worked together, their friendship became more and more mature. After a short rest, they will use this elixir as a new starting point to explore the endless mysteries of the immortal path and move forward fearlessly towards a higher realm of immortality.

Wang Lu's name has long been well-known. He was dressed in a black robe, his posture was upright like a pine tree, his face was firm, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes showed the calmness after experiencing vicissitudes of life, his cultivation was firmly rooted in the late stage of the Immortal Emperor, and his spiritual power was like a quiet deep sea, calm but full of endless powerful power. At this moment, it was the critical moment for him to prepare for the impact of the realm of enlightenment.

Wang Lu lived alone on the top of the misty Zixiao Peak. The caves between the peaks were set up with layers of complicated restrictions, just like an airtight fortress, which not only prevented disturbances from the outside world, but also locked the majestic spiritual power inside from leaking out.

In the cave hall, spiritual crystals piled up like mountains, emitting a soft halo, and runes were engraved on the cave wall, flashing an ancient mysterious light, continuously absorbing and combing the free spiritual power around, maintaining the spiritual power rich and pure, just like a breeding ground for spiritual power, creating an excellent environment for Wang Lu to consolidate his foundation and prepare for a breakthrough.

Every morning when the dawn broke through the clouds, Wang Lu would cross his legs in the center of the spiritual formation and start rigorous training. He closed his eyes and concentrated, looking inward at the meridians, only to see that the spiritual power was rushing like a surging river, powerful but occasionally showing slight stagnation. At this moment, he operated his unique mental method "Chaos Return to Origin Jue", and the spiritual power was pulled by the formula and turned into strands.

Carefully flushing the meridian barriers, impurities were burned wherever they passed, and the meridians were widened and tough, just like dredging a river, allowing the spiritual power to flow unimpeded and consolidate the foundation.

However, to impact the proof of the Tao, only the powerful spiritual power is far from enough. Wang Lu knew this well, so he temporarily left the cave and stepped into the dangerous Lingxu secret realm. This secret realm seems to be left over from the ancient times. The sky is dark, lightning and thunder are roaring, and space cracks are crisscrossed. Hidden in it are rare spiritual objects and deadly crises.

He is cautious step by step, relying on his extraordinary spiritual perception to find the legendary "Dao Yun Shen Lian", which contains a trace of the true meaning of Tao, which is crucial to the understanding of the rules of Taoism.

When he arrived at a swamp, the marsh gas was diffused like poisonous fog, and the undercurrent under the mud was surging with devouring power. Wang Lu drew his sword, the sword body burst into cold light, cut through the marsh gas, tapped his toes lightly, and jumped over the swamp with the force, and finally saw the Shen Lian in the center, the jade petals burst into light, and the fragrance refreshed his mind.

Just as he was about to pick it, the guardian beast "Tun Tian Centipede" rushed over with rolling black clouds, the centipede body was as hard as black iron, and it spewed corrosive venom. Wang Lu showed no fear. He used his sword moves, and the "Star River Breaking Waves Sword" whistled out. The sword shadow was like stars piercing the sun, colliding with the centipede's body, and the roar resounded throughout the secret realm. After a fierce fight, Wang Lu took the divine lotus after finding the centipede's flaw.

Returning to the mountain for retreat, Wang Lu refined the divine lotus and comprehended the Dao in it, as if he had opened the door to a new world and vaguely touched the outline of the Dao-attaining rules. For more than a month, he immersed himself in the analysis of the rules, connecting the rules of heaven and earth with the power of the divine lotus, and simulating the Dao-attaining scenes in the sea of ​​consciousness. Every deduction was like a soul tempering, with pain and gain coexisting.

As his spiritual power stabilized and the rules became clearer, Wang Lu's aura changed, as if he was integrated with heaven and earth, and his every move was in line with the rhythm of nature. Now, everything is ready. He stands in front of the cave, looking at the sea of ​​clouds, with great ambition in his heart. The opportunity to impact the realm of enlightenment is at his fingertips. When the auspicious day comes, he will make a desperate bet, break through the wall and ascend, step out of this world, and join the ranks of the supreme enlightenment, writing the final chapter of his own immortal cultivation legend.

Black clouds are pressing down, and the sword breaks the magic pool

On the edge of the immortal cultivation world, there is a dangerous place that is regarded as a forbidden area by all forces-the Black Cloud Demon Pool. This place is shrouded in thick black clouds all year round. The black clouds seem to have life, rolling and surging, and wisps of black mist are winding down, like hideous tentacles, eroding the surrounding mountains and rivers. The magic pool is hidden in the depths of the black clouds. The water in the pool is as dark as ink, exuding a pungent smell of decay, and gurgling with strange bubbles, as if the earth has been punctured. Evil magic power is constantly gushing out, nourishing the demons and evil spirits that are raging around.

Wang Lu, a sword cultivator with a great reputation in the world of immortal cultivation, was dressed in a black suit, with the corners of his clothes rustling. He carried an ancient and vicissitudes of life long sword on his back, with mysterious runes engraved on the sword body. It was dim on weekdays, but when it sensed the strong evil spirit.

It trembled slightly, and the runes flashed with a cold blue light, just like the precursor of the awakening of a sleeping giant beast. His face was cold, his sword eyebrows flew into his temples, his eyes were like cold stars, revealing his determination and fearlessness, and his spiritual power was like a dormant raging sea of ​​fire, introverted and steady, but it could burst out with a magnificent force that could burn everything at any time.

It is said that in recent times, the mysterious and terrifying Black Cloud Demon Pond has undergone amazing changes. The place that was originally filled with strong demonic energy is now even more surging and rampant, as if it is going to devour the whole world. This evil force spread rapidly, and wherever it went, it set off a bloody storm.

Those relatively weaker sects were the first to be hit and became victims of the rampant evil spirit of the Black Cloud Demon Pond. For a time, screams were heard in all sects, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and the peaceful and peaceful scene of the past was gone. Countless innocent lives were killed, and the survivors fled everywhere, with wailing sounds that resounded through the sky, which was horrifying.

After learning about this tragic situation, Wang Lu, who had always been righteous, frowned and his heart was burning with anger. He knew that if this evil spirit continued to wreak havoc, the consequences would be disastrous. So, after careful consideration, Wang Lu resolutely decided to go to the Black Cloud Demon Pond in person, relying on his profound cultivation and fearless courage to fight a life-and-death battle with the vicious demon, vowing to completely eradicate it and return a bright and clear world to the world.

Just go! Wang Lu's figure flashed, and he soared into the air like a flash of lightning. He was walking alone in the void, galloping. With every step he took, a gorgeous light lotus would bloom under his feet. These light lotuses emitted powerful spiritual power fluctuations, like the bright stars in the night sky, illuminating his way forward.

Wang Lu's speed was as fast as the wind. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the sky and rushed towards the direction covered by dark clouds. Along the way, his eyes were firm and murderous, with only one belief in his heart: get to the destination as soon as possible, save the people, and kill the demons!

When approaching the Black Cloud Demon Pond, a creepy and gloomy chill came like a surging tide. This chill seemed to have endless penetrating power, and it seemed to be able to directly freeze a person's bone marrow. Even the spiritual power flowing in the body could not be spared and was constantly eroded by it.

However, in the face of such a terrifying cold power, Wang Lu just snorted coldly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He quickly mobilized all his spiritual power, and in an instant, the surging spiritual power surged wildly in his body like a burning flame. As the spiritual power circulated rapidly, a dazzling golden light curtain suddenly emerged from his body.

This golden light curtain was like an indestructible shield, emitting dazzling light and hot breath, firmly resisting the gloomy chill. Under the protection of the golden light curtain, Wang Lu fearlessly plunged into the thick black cloud like ink.

The sky was shrouded in heavy black clouds, and there seemed to be countless demon shadows gathering in the black cloud. Although these demon shadows were humanoid, their bodies showed a strange distortion and deformation, which made people shudder. They pounced on Wang Lu with their fangs and claws, and bursts of creepy roars came out of their mouths.

Faced with such a terrifying scene, Wang Lu remained calm, and his right hand quickly drew the sword at his waist. There was only a crisp sound of "clang", and the sound of the sword instantly resounded through the sky, as deafening as the roar of a dragon or a tiger. At the same time, a clear sword light shot out from the sword body, like a white silk thread sweeping across the air.

This sword light was extremely fast and powerful. When it touched those demon shadows, it tore them apart as easily as a hot knife cutting butter. The demon shadows hit by the sword light disintegrated, turning into wisps of black smoke that slowly drifted in the air, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Carefully stepping into the area around the demon pool, everything in sight was a pale color, with piles of white bones piled up like mountains, as if telling of the tragic battle that had taken place here. And those incomplete swords and broken blades were scattered among the bones at will, some of which were stained with dried black blood. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and corruption. The smell was like an invisible hand, tightly strangling people's throats and making them want to vomit.

At this moment, the surface of the Demon Pond, which was originally as calm as a mirror, suddenly exploded without warning, splashing water everywhere. Accompanied by a deafening roar, a huge monster broke out of the water! The monster was covered with a thick layer of black scales, flashing a cold light, and was as hideous and terrifying as an evil ghost from the Nine Nether Hell. It actually had three heads and six strong and powerful arms, each of which was tightly holding a weapon that exuded an evil aura. In one of his hands, he was wielding an extremely sharp serrated long knife, the blade flashing with cold light, as if it could easily tear everything apart; in the other hand, he was tightly grasping a thick and long iron chain that was covered in rust, but it faintly revealed a strange power; and in another hand, he was holding high a poisonous fog banner with patterns of poisonous insects painted on it. The banner danced in the wind, continuously releasing billowing green poisonous fog, dyeing the surrounding air dark green.

Roaring and attacking Wang Lu. Wang Lu looked calm, his body was as fast as lightning, and he took exquisite sword steps to shuttle between the monster's attacks. The long sword in his hand rolled up a sword flower, and the "Heaven and Earth Splitting Sword" was performed. In an instant, there seemed to be countless sword shadows in the air, slashing at the monsters all over the sky. The sound of metal collision resounded through the sky and the earth. The monster was suppressed by the sword force and kept retreating. The scales on its body broke and black blood splashed.

Just after Wang Lu successfully killed the ferocious monster, he didn't even have time to breathe, and suddenly heard a creepy and sinister laugh from the bottomless depths of the demon pool. This laughter seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, with endless chills and malice, constantly echoing in the entire space.

As this terrifying laughter sounded, the air around seemed to be vibrated by the sound waves, and deep cracks began to appear on the ground, spreading rapidly like a spider web. The stones that were originally scattered on the ground also seemed to have lost their gravity and slowly floated in the air.

Then, a demon cultivator covered in a black robe slowly rose from the bottom of the demon pool. This person's face was extremely withered, as if he had experienced thousands of years of weathering. His skin was tightly attached to his bones and there was no blood at all. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, but two balls of faint green ghost fire were burning in them, flashing with strange light.

What was even more amazing was that around the body of this demon cultivator, there were circles of materialized black magic vortexes. These vortices were like giant dragons in the dark, constantly rolling and twisting, emitting bursts of low roars. The powerful magic fluctuations they released made the surrounding space distorted and deformed, as if it would collapse at any time.

The scepter in his hand was inlaid with a skull, exuding an extremely evil pressure. "Wang Lu, you dare to break into my Black Cloud Demon Pool Department, today is your death!" The demon cultivator's voice was hoarse and distorted, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.

Wang Lu pointed his sword at the demon cultivator and said loudly: "You are a scourge to the world, and you have done many evil things. Today is the day of your destruction!" After that, the two of them moved quickly and fought in one place in an instant. The demon cultivator swung his scepter, and the black magic power poured out like a torrent, and the space collapsed wherever it passed. Wang Lu swung his long sword horizontally, and the spiritual power surged out, building a spiritual power barrier to resist, but the ground under his feet was pressed down several feet.

He used the force to rebound, and the sword turned with him. The "Chaos Demon Breaking Sword" whistled out, and the blade wrapped in the power of chaos, tearing the torrent of magic power and directly approaching the throat of the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator dodged sideways, and his other hand slapped out the stinking magic palm print. Wang Lu dodged sideways and slashed the side of the demon cultivator with a "Qingfeng Lueying Sword" with his backhand. The sword wind whistled and cut through the black robe.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, the demon cultivator gradually felt exhausted and even tried to cause all the magic power of the demon pool to explode and die with Wang Lu. Wang Lu sensed the intention, his eyes were stern, and he poured all his spiritual power into the sword. The long sword shone brightly, and the "Sky Sword" slashed down with a bang. This sword gathered his lifelong swordsmanship and spiritual essence.

It was like a golden light that split the black clouds of the Demon Pond, cut off the connection between the demon cultivator and the Demon Pond, and split the demon cultivator in half. The remains of the demon cultivator instantly turned into ashes, and the shrouded black clouds slowly dissipated. The sunlight penetrated again and sprinkled on this devastated but reborn land.

Wang Lu sheathed the sword and looked at the clear sky and the calm Demon Pond. He knew that evil demons would never disappear on the road of cultivation, but as long as there were sword cultivators like him who persevered, the light would always break through the darkness again and again, and protect the peace and tranquility of this world of cultivation. He stretched out his body, turned into a stream of light, and rushed to the next place that needed to be protected.