Unrivaled in Immortality

The sky was dark and dark clouds were pressing down.

There were rumbling thunder and flashes of lightning.

Wang Yong sat cross-legged on a huge rock, blood mist all around him, the Blood Alchemy Sutra was running slowly, and he held a spirit crystal in one hand, and a trace of spiritual energy was drawn out and entered Wang Yong's body.

He needed to replenish the lost spiritual power before he could make a breakthrough.

"Patta, patta" bean-sized raindrops slowly fell, hitting the ground and Wang Yong's body, but Wang Yong was not affected at all.

He saw a trace of spiritual energy being drawn out of the spirit crystal and refined, and the magic power of the golden elixir in his body was gradually perfected.

Finally, as a trace of spiritual energy was refined into magic power, Wang Yong finally felt that the magic power of the golden elixir was perfect.

At this time, he looked at the spirit crystal in his hand, and saw that its size had shrunk a lot, but it had not completely disappeared, which showed the abundance of spiritual power contained in it.

Wang Yong put away the spirit crystal, and then ran the Blood Method Pill Sutra with all his strength. The blood mist around him began to flow into his body, into his dantian, and into the blood pill.

The rain was getting heavier, and a layer of blood-colored light curtain appeared around Wang Yong, blocking him outside. The blood mist in his body was also mobilized by Wang Yong and flowed into his dantian.

At this moment, a shadow of a pill pattern slowly emerged on the blood pill, and Wang Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Carving the pill pattern is the most difficult step. As long as the pill pattern is successfully engraved, the next step is the work of grinding water.

Wang Yong's Blood Method Pill Sutra did not stop running, and the remaining blood energy in his body was led by him to continue to flow towards the second pill pattern.

The blood sea in the dantian was surging, and the top blood pill was surrounded by blood mist, and the two pill patterns on it emitted dazzling blood light.

But if you look closely, although one pill pattern also emits blood light, it seems a bit illusory compared to the other pill pattern, and the blood mist around it is also thicker.

This is Wang Yong's second Danwen, but it has not been completely successful at this moment, and a constant supply of blood and energy is needed.

At this moment, the blood mist around Wang Yong gradually faded, and the remaining blood and energy in various parts of his body were almost all used to condense the Danwen. Wang Yong knew that he would use the blood sea next.

It was raining heavily outside, and a layer of blood-colored light curtain appeared around Wang Yong to block the heavy rain outside.

The blood pill in the Dantian sank into the blood sea, the blood method Danwen was running, and a stream of blood flowed into the second Danwen of the blood pill.

Time passed quietly, and unknowingly, the sky became darker, and the rain showed no sign of stopping.

Wang Yong was still condensing the second Danwen, and he was getting closer and closer to condensing successfully.

The raindrops gradually became smaller, and unknowingly, they slowly stopped.

A night passed quietly.

Wang Yong slowly opened his eyes, and the sky was pale.

Wang Yong's mind was quiet in his Dantian, and he saw that the blood sea had been reduced by more than half, and a blood pill was quietly suspended on it.

The two lines on the blood pill were very conspicuous, and they were two Dan lines. Wang Yong was now a second-turn Jindan cultivator.

Wang Yong slowly stood up, stretched his body, and then looked around. He saw that the surroundings were flooded by rain. He happened to be in the center area. Seeing this, he lightly tapped his toes, and then his body flew out suddenly.

Wang Yong rushed all the way back to the inn.

The inn was surrounded by trees, and a tree hole was expanded under almost every tree. This was obviously a gathering place for human cultivators.

Wang Yong's return did not attract anyone's attention, just like when he left.

He walked into the Senhai Inn, which was not busy at this time. There were only a few tables of guests, and the servants were busy inside.

"Bring two jars of spiritual wine!" Wang Yong's voice sounded, and he was already sitting at a table at this moment.

"Okay!" The servant responded.

It didn't take long before two jars of spirit wine were placed in front of Wang Yong.

The servant was about to leave, but was stopped by Wang Yong.

"I want to ask you, are there any monks or caravans who are going to cross the forest sea?" Wang Yong asked directly.

After all, he was not familiar with this place, so instead of waiting slowly, he might as well ask the servant about the situation.

Because he looked around and found that there was only this inn around, so it was sure that the outsiders or caravans who came here would come here.

Of course, there were other gathering places for monks on this island, but Wang Yong decided to ask around here first.

"I don't know about this, but if there is, I can pay attention to it for you." The servant thought about it and replied seriously.

"Okay, go down." Wang Yong heard this and nodded slightly.

The servant also left.

Wang Yong grabbed a jar of wine and drank it wildly.

At this moment, a voice sounded behind him.

"This Taoist friend wants to cross the forest sea. I wonder if there is anything important in Mu Country?" The voice was sharp, and Wang Yong frowned slightly.

However, Wang Yong could probably guess something after hearing what he said, and couldn't help but sigh secretly that it was a coincidence.

Just as Wang Yong put down the wine jar, the man had already approached Wang Yong and slowly sat down on the other side of the table.

This man was middle-aged, with ordinary looks and a mustache, and looked at Wang Yong with a smile.

"Haha, I have my own things to do. I don't know why this fellow Taoist said this. Do you also want to go with me?" Wang Yong laughed and said.

"I guess so. I don't know how strong you are? Why do you go to Mu Country? If it's appropriate, I can invite you to go together." The middle-aged man with a mustache said.

"As for me, I have the cultivation base of the peak of foundation building. This time I go to Mu Country to go home." Wang Yong replied.

"Oh? You are from Mu Country, so we are fellow countrymen. I wonder if you are willing to go with us?" The middle-aged man with a mustache said.

"How many of you are there? What are you going to Mu Country for?" Wang Yong asked.

"More than 20 people. I am a businessman. I am recruiting guards now. After all, it is not safe in the forest sea." The middle-aged man with a mustache replied.

"Okay, no problem. When do we set off?" Wang Yong agreed.

The man smiled when he saw Wang Yong agreed, and then said: "Three days later, we still have some things to deal with."

"Okay!" Wang Yong nodded slightly, and then the middle-aged man with a mustache left.

After a brief conversation, the two also established a brief connection.

After hearing Wang Yong's cultivation, the middle-aged man with a mustache obviously changed his attitude. Obviously, he still valued Wang Yong's strength, and Wang Yong needed someone to lead him in the forest sea.

After drinking two jars of wine, Wang Yong returned to the room.

Three days passed in a flash.

On that day, more than 20 people gathered in front of the Senhai Inn, and Wang Yong was among them.

"Everyone is here, let's go!" With the shout of the middle-aged man with a mustache, everyone took out their magic weapons and flew into the air.