Seeking the Way of Immortality

Taking advantage of the rest time, Wu Zheng escaped into the small world and practiced with the Lan Ke magic. As soon as his injuries recovered, he would leave the small world immediately and fight with Mo Xie.

Mo Xie had known for a long time that Wu Zheng had the time magic, but he did not ask much. As soon as Wu Zheng came out, he began to abuse Wu Zheng with sword intent and sword energy.

It was not enough to abuse him. He had to drink and eat meat, and the wine and meat were naturally provided by Wu Zheng.

However, Mo Xie was really good to Wu Zheng. In addition to taking out a lot of Langya fruits, he didn't know where he got some body refining materials and gave them to Wu Zheng to eat.

After a while, the two became friends. In addition to practicing, they often exchanged their practice experiences.

Practice does not have time. In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed. While running between Langya Mountain and the small world, Wu Zheng completely refined the sword intent in his body, and his physical body was raised to the peak level of the eighth level. Even if Mo Xie used all his strength to break his physical body again, it would not be easy.

During this period, Wu Zheng's cultivation level was raised from the middle stage of the fusion stage to the late stage of the fusion stage, and his aura became more and more condensed.

Although Wu Zheng's cultivation level was advanced rapidly, in fact, he had been in the small world for about ninety years, but the speed of time in the outside world was different from that in the small world.

In the past half month, Wu Zheng was torn about ten times a day, and each time he was hit by Mo Xie's sword intent, the worst time was even pierced through the chest by Mo Xie's sword intent.

Even Mo Xie, the ghost emperor, was shocked by Wu Zheng's madness, so after each battle, Mo Xie would take out a large amount of natural materials and treasures for Wu Zheng to practice.

In the half-month-long training and fighting, Wu Zheng's cultivation level improved. Although Mo Xie's cultivation level did not increase much, his sword intent soared by nearly one-fold, which was more than ten times faster than when he practiced alone.

During this period, the other nine ghost emperors and skeletons such as Ye Luo Xuanjun occasionally visited Langya Mountain. After seeing Wu Zheng, everyone couldn't help but praise him.

They were all old monsters who had lived for thousands of years. They had seen all kinds of geniuses. Wu Zheng's talent was not too high, but his fighting spirit and perseverance were extremely rare.

After leaving Langya Mountain, Wu Zheng went directly to Wanjuan Book Mountain.

Wanjuan Book Mountain is a peculiar existence in the Wangui Wasteland. It is like an academy in the human world. There are sounds of reading everywhere. There are both male and female scholars in it. They seem to have ordinary cultivation, but they are actually strong in combat.

Chen Haoran's way of meeting the challenge is very simple. As long as Wu Zheng can walk from the foot of Wanjuan Book Mountain to the top of Wanjuan Book Mountain, he will win.

Wu Zheng didn't care at first, because he was not a dead person, but a living person. Wanjuan Book Mountain could suppress the ghost cultivators in the underworld, but it couldn't suppress him.

As soon as he stepped into Wanjuan Book Mountain, Wu Zheng was completely stunned.

There are books everywhere, books engraved on stone tablets, books engraved on metal, books engraved on bells and tripods, books engraved on wooden and bamboo slips, various animal skin books, cloth books, one after another.

The sound of reading aloud is like a spell, which makes people immerse themselves in the passion of reading and forget all the troubles in the world. Even if Wu Zheng enters the Ten Thousand Volumes Book Mountain with the cultivation of the peak of the emperor, he can't bear it and almost gets lost in the Ten Thousand Volumes Book Mountain.

What makes Wu Zheng feel most terrible is that the sound of reading aloud on the Ten Thousand Volumes Book Mountain does not harm the soul, but is beneficial. This also makes the lights of thousands of families and stone tablets have no reaction, and even Yang Yong does not show his figure.

Wu Zheng knows that this is a test from the soul. It seems that there is no sword and weapon, but it is extremely dangerous!

The periphery of the Ten Thousand Volumes Book Mountain is full of ghost cultivators, many of whom are powerful people at the level of ghost emperors.

"The master of Zixiao Palace is such a ruthless person that he even dares to go to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books!"

"The Mountain of Ten Thousand Books is the most terrifying place in the Wilderness of Ten Thousand Ghosts. It seems to do no harm to people, but in fact, it makes people indulge in it unconsciously and cannot extricate themselves. Over the years, even the other nine ghost emperors dared not go to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books. I didn't expect Wu Zheng to dare to go."

"Is the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books really so terrifying?"

"How could it be false? Didn't you hear the sound of reading aloud coming from the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books? Those are the strong people who despised the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books and rashly entered it. It is said that there are even emperor-level existences inside."

"Oh my god, this Haoran Ghost Emperor can actually trap the emperor?"

"It can't be said to be trapped, it should be said to be voluntary. The Haoran Ghost Emperor didn't take action. It's good fortune if he can get out, and it's fate if he can't!"

"Daoyou Moye, do you think Wu Zheng can get out?" Xuan Jun asked worriedly.

"It's hard to say. Anyway, I don't dare to go to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books." Mo Xie shook her head, with a trace of horror on her face, obviously she had suffered a loss in the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books.

"Fellow Daoist Xuanjun, you should trust little friend Wu Zheng."

"Yes, this guy is an indestructible cockroach, maybe he can tear down the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books." The Skeleton Great Sage said with a smile.

In the Mountain of Ten Thousand Books, Wu Zheng's eyes were like lightning. He took out a copper tripod, read ten lines at a glance, and soon deduced the text on it.

Throwing away the copper tripod, Wu Zheng walked to the side of an ancient bell, and also used the soul to deduce. It took about a cup of tea to deduce the text on it.

After about a few hours, Wu Zheng had only read more than ten ancient books. At this speed, it is unknown when he can finish reading.

You should know that there are more than ten thousand books on the Ten Thousand Books Mountain, but in fact there are at least a million books. The collection is rich and vast, ranging from various theories of various schools of thought to various levels of magical skills. It can be said that it contains everything and is as vast as the sea of ​​smoke.

About a day has passed, and Wu Zheng has only browsed more than a hundred books, and his spiritual power has consumed more than half of it. Even if he has accelerated his speed, he has only moved a few hundred steps in a day. There is still a distance of tens of thousands of meters from the top of the Ten Thousand Books Mountain.

Huh!

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Wu Zheng's mind turned quickly, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind. The magical power was activated, and countless Wu Zhengs appeared beside him, and then Wu Zheng sat cross-legged at the foot of the mountain, controlling his clones one by one with his soul.

Those clones were either standing in front of the bronze tripod to deduce or browsing with bamboo slips in their hands, or standing under the bronze bell, or flipping through animal skin books.

From text to pictures and texts, Wu Zheng's clones did not let go of any of them.

As time went on, Wu Zheng's clone did increase his speed, but the effect was minimal. In three days, he only read more than a thousand books.

This made Wu Zheng very worried!

At this speed, he would not be able to get out in a few months. The further he went up the mountain, the more complicated the content of the books became. There were even words that Wu Zheng could not understand, which made the deduction even more complicated.