Unrivaled in Immortality

Along the way, Wang Yong also met many people wandering around, as if looking for something, but those people were not weak, and Wang Yong did not want to cause trouble for no reason, so he did not dare to pay too much attention.

He was here just to find out what happened, and if possible, he would also like to intervene, of course, if it was dangerous, forget it.

Entering the inn, there was a lot of noise and excitement. Wang Yong looked around and found that it was full of people.

At this time, a servant came over and asked with a smile: "How many people are there, sir?"

"One." Wang Yong replied lightly.

The servant's eyes lit up when he heard it, and then he showed a bit of embarrassment, and then said: "Do you mind sharing a table with others?"

Wang Yong was stunned, but he was relieved when he saw the lively scene around him.

"Okay." Wang Yong nodded.

"Sir, please follow me." The servant greeted Wang Yong and took Wang Yong to a seat.

Wang Yong came to a corner under the guidance of the servant. At this moment, there were already three people sitting at a table.

The servant first asked Wang Yong to wait, and then spoke to the three people at the table.

After a few breaths, the slightly younger monk nodded, and then the servant smiled and invited Wang Yong over.

"Excuse me." Wang Yong said with his hands clasped.

The young monk waved his hands and said, "No problem."

Then Wang Yong asked for a few dishes made of spiritual materials and asked the servant to prepare them.

The three people opposite seemed to be in a master-servant relationship, the young monk was the master, and the two middle-aged monks were servants.

Wang Yong could feel that the two servants were not weak, at least stronger than him.

After a while, the dishes were served, and Wang Yong listened to the conversations of the people around him, ate the delicious food, and drank the spiritual wine taken out from the storage bag from time to time.

He did not take out the mineral blood wine to drink, one because there was not much mineral blood wine, one because mineral blood wine was much better than these ordinary spirit wines, he was afraid of arousing suspicion from others, and one more thing, the current mineral blood wine was dispensable for him, because mineral blood wine could no longer enhance his physical strength, so drinking these ordinary spirit wines was better for Wang Yong than mineral blood wine.

After the warm wine went into his throat, Wang Yong took a piece of Qingling Palm flesh and put it into his mouth, chewed it slightly and swallowed it.

Qingling Palm is similar to cactus, but unlike cactus, it grows underground and has no thorns around it. This thing is harder than cactus and is the most widely grown spiritual material in the country of earth.

Qingling Palm tastes slightly cool and sweet. After taking it, it was refined by Wang Yong in an instant, and the spiritual energy poured into his dantian, and Wang Yong felt extremely comfortable.

Wang Yong has been working hard on his journey these days, and it is rare to enjoy it at this time. Of course, he will not wrong himself.

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Wang Yong was secretly surprised.

These people didn't discuss the strange things happening outside the city.

"Didn't these people notice those strange figures? No! Impossible!!!"

"Is there someone stopping these people from discussing? Is it the mayor of the market? Or someone else?!"

"It seems that this matter must be very involved, so it's better to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible."

Wang Yong secretly looked forward to it in his heart, but his expression did not change. He looked around from time to time while drinking.

During this period, the two servants kept staring at Wang Yong. It seemed that as long as Wang Yong made any movement, he would be ruthlessly killed by the two.

Fortunately, this meal was peaceful. What Wang Yong was most satisfied with was the cold-mixed Qingling Palm, which was worthy of being the most widely grown spiritual material in the country of Tu. It was really good.

After paying the money, Wang Yong left the inn.

"Young Master..." The two servants looked at each other and said softly.

"Don't be nosy." The young monk said lightly.

"Yes." The two replied respectfully.

The three of them had seen through Wang Yong's background, but now that things had reached a critical step, Wang Yong did not show any other abnormalities. The young cultivator naturally did not want to cause any more trouble at this time.

Wang Yong left the inn. At this moment, the sun was setting outside. Wang Yong planned to leave now. Anyway, he was now strong and could sleep in the open air.

But before that, he still had to purchase some elixirs.

The last time he was seriously injured, the elixirs on his body were almost used up. This was also the main purpose of Wang Yong's coming to this large market.

The things sold in the large market were comprehensive. Wang Yong found what he needed in a shop.

After the transaction was completed, Wang Yong left the market.

He had just left the market for about dozens of miles when he heard a bang.

Wang Yong looked to the left and rear, and saw the flames rising into the sky for a long time.

"What is this? The emergence of a spiritual treasure?" Wang Yong was secretly surprised at the flames rising into the sky.

Then he stepped on the sword and flew into the sky, looking in that direction.

Wang Yong was shocked to see densely packed figures rushing towards the explosion site like locusts passing through.

He hesitated for a while and slowly landed.

He did not take the lead to go there, but found a mound to hide his body and waited and watched.

This is the opportunity in the world of cultivation. Opportunities are hard to come by. To be honest, Wang Yong also wanted to join in the fun, but he thought it was better to be safe, after all, there were many high-level cultivators inside.

At this moment, Wang Yong suddenly felt the movement in his body. Wang Yong calmed down and looked at the mountain of corpses in his body. The movement just now came from the mountain of corpses.

The corpse mountain has grown as tall as a mountain, with bone spurs standing on it, which looks extremely terrifying.

The bone spurs on the mountain began to fall off gradually, first one or two, then one or two.

The bone spurs accumulated at the bottom of the dantian, and gradually those bone spurs began to melt, and then turned into a thick white liquid.

Then Wang Yong showed a look of joy.

He used the earth escape bead to escape deep underground, and then he opened a pit on the ground. Wang Yong stood in the pit, and thick white liquid began to emerge from his body.

The white liquid gradually submerged Wang Yong, and finally Wang Yong expelled all the white liquid from his body. The whole pit was full of thick white liquid.

Wang Yong came out of the pit and urged his consciousness to enter the thick white liquid, and then the thick white liquid began to gather in the middle.

Gradually, the outline of a figure gradually took shape.

Wang Yong's forehead was also covered with fine beads of sweat at this moment. He took out a pill to restore his consciousness and swallowed it, and then continued to inject it into the white figure.

This figure was unusually tall, and Wang Yong was gradually solidifying it.

The white figure gradually became finer from being rough and rotten at the beginning.

I saw that its facial features were blurred and its body was strong. If it were not for its snow-white body, it would be difficult to find its abnormality.