Mortal's journey to immortality

Xie Ming made a gesture of invitation, and the young monk lazily walked in front. Wang Lu and Wang looked at each other and saw the difficulty in each other's eyes. The fact that this person was able to speak out showed that he was very confident. He has extremely powerful strength and must not be careless.

When he came to the hall, Xie Ming transferred the four foundation-building monks who were guarding him to prevent them from seeing the embarrassment of the new attacker if he lost to the opponent, and then placed a ban.

This secret stronghold is the guarding department of the attack department, hidden in the bustling area of ​​North Street. Who would have thought that hidden deep underground in an ordinary Talisman Selling Hall is where the prisoners of the Confucius Mansion are imprisoned.

The guard department is in charge of a mid-Jindan monk from the attack department. However, this man was seriously injured in the process of arresting the young monk and is currently recovering in seclusion.

"I don't have a spiritual weapon that I can take advantage of. Senior Brother Xie has been studying it for so long. Shouldn't it be returned to me? Otherwise, the fellow Taoist opposite may be defeated." The young monk said shamelessly.

"Oh, by the way, just give me back the weapons I used. You can take the rest if you want. This can be regarded as my compensation for your so-called rubbish Tianlinggen disciple, which is a total of eight thousand yuan. The high-grade spiritual stone should be able to compensate for your losses." After the young monk finished speaking, he laughed sarcastically.

When Wang Lu heard that this man had 8,000 high-grade spiritual stones in his storage bag, his heart suddenly trembled. The spiritual stones he obtained by beating people to death were not as many as the spiritual stones that others casually picked out. This person is more infuriating than others. This also shows from the side that this person has an extremely extraordinary background and superior cultivation, which makes him more cautious and does not seek to win, so that he has a chance to win.

Xie Ming's face turned red when he heard this, and he threw a storage bag to the other party bitterly.

At first, when he saw the spirit stones in the other party's storage bag, he was really shocked. He also felt greedy, but then he put it out. He had never seen so many spirit stones before, and he had to hand them over, which made him even more angry. What is surprising is that the other party actually devalued the talented disciples of the Confucius family more than ten years ago as worthless, just like a random dog or cat. How had the Confucius family ever been treated with such disdain?

He gave Wang Lu a look, telling him not to be merciful and to teach this ignorant man a lesson. It would be best to cripple him so that the forces behind him could find nothing else to say. There is no way to win a fair fight. The realm is overwhelming, and in this way, it can be regarded as earning back face for the Kong family.

Wang Lu knew what Xie Ming was thinking. It seemed that a war was inevitable this time, and it would be a war with all possible means.

He sighed secretly, maybe this mysterious monk specially arranged by Lu Fenyi or even the mysterious organization was his final test.

The young monk opposite was playing with a delicate khaki knife in his hand and looked at Wang Lu.

The carefree young male cultivator looked at Wang Lu, and gradually put away his indifferent expression. He slowly calmed down, his face turned from red to black, as if it had been wiped with black charcoal, and his hands became increasingly red. It formed a sharp contrast with the yellow spirit sword.

The storm was about to come and the wind filled the building. This was Wang Lu's most direct feeling. The young monk seemed to have changed into a different person, like a fierce ghost coming out of hell, fierce and fierce.

Wang Lu unreservedly accumulated all his magic power, and the six-star arched moon blades were lined up in a row, and the seven green blades kept jumping up and down repeatedly in front of him.

As the Seven Blades jumped, within a few breaths, the Seven Blades disappeared, leaving only seven small green dots, looming.

Seeing this, the young monk's expression of surprise flashed away, and he actually said: "I'm Bai Han, from Zhongzhou. I didn't expect that in the Western Desert, a figure like fellow Taoist could appear. It's interesting, fellow Taoist, be careful." Thank you. Neither Ming nor Wang Lu expected that Bai Han would suddenly speak and explain the origin. Just when Wang Lu was distracted for a brief moment, the yellow small sword appeared on Wang Lu's back vest with lightning speed.

Without any time to think about it, Wang Lu narrowly escaped death by using the Ruofeng Talisman.

"Okay!" Bai Han praised.

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill came to his heart. He once again used the Ruofeng Talisman to jump into the array of thousands of blades. The moment he entered the center of the array, there was a crackling sound like rain hitting banana trees, and the yellow spirit sword came with it. An orange sword shadow broke into the blade formation, and the yellow and green colors were divided into two and continued to blend.

After a while, Wang Lu's mana was consumed rapidly, less than one-third. Bai Han's face on the opposite side became darker and darker, and a dark crescent moon appeared above his head.

At this time, his mana was also consumed tremendously. He thought that with his qualifications and background, his mana was as deep as a monk in the late Golden Core stage. This was enough to be proud of in the foundation building stage. Even his master was also He said that such a background could not be found on more than ten fingers in this world. Who would have thought that he would encounter it in the Western Desert. This made him both jealous and excited. He wanted to personally destroy this person who was still growing up. Otherwise, he will become his biggest enemy in the future.

After making up his mind, the black crescent moon above his head became clearer and clearer, and waves of cold and cold breath came out of thin air. Wang Lu, who was in the middle of the battle, shivered suddenly, his teeth clenched and his face turned pale. He glanced at the dark crescent moon that was condensing, and knew that once it solidified, it would be frozen by a cold wave, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Wang Lu's eyes were firm and firm. He knew that the only way out was to break the situation with a talisman. He shouted loudly and held ten heavy water gun talismans in his hands. As soon as the heavy water gun talisman appeared, the whole space seemed to be filled with a heavy force. The crescent moon above Bai Han's head also unconsciously pressed down a few inches.

Bai Han roared with all his strength, and the dark crescent moon instantly condensed, and a pitch-black light spread out. Along with the yellow sword shadow, the countless blade formations retreated one after another. In less than a few breaths, Shrunk to a distance of half a foot in front of Wang Lu.

Wang Lu felt as if his body was being cut by a knife, and traces of icy cold air invaded his body. The countless strands of blade formation would be broken in less than three breaths.

The situation was extremely critical. Wang Lu shouted wildly, and ten heavy water gun talismans were instantly activated and came out. The black light and shadow and the yellow sword light suddenly stopped, and a wave of heavy water up to ten feet covered the light, shadow and sword light. Under the cover of heavy water, it disappeared without a trace.

One of the dark red-tasseled gun shadows shot through the air and pointed directly at Bai Han's heart. The dark crescent moon that was about to disappear after being severely injured instantly blocked the tip of the gun.

"Boom"

With a loud noise, the heavy water gun and the crescent moon disappeared together. Bai Han's face turned pale and he was thrown far to the ground by the impact. There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and he stared at Wang Lu angrily.

Wang Lu's situation was almost as bad. The stimulation of ten heavy pistol talismans almost drained all his mana. He leaned on the mother blade and half-knelt on the ground, wishing to use the six blades to cut this man into pieces, but His magic power was exhausted and he could only keep breathing.

He knew that he was somewhat weak in victory and had no other means to bully the other party. However, winning was winning and losing was losing. He gave a long laugh, took out a small white jade bottle and took a sip of the five-hundred-year-old monkey wine. Suddenly, his depleted mana disappeared. Instant perfection.

Under Bai Han's vicious gaze, the six-star gongyue blade was cutting back and forth, left and right, up and down like a butterfly piercing a flower. Bai Han was also hard-tempered, and despite the blood flowing all over his body, he remained silent with a cold gaze. As if he was about to swallow Wang Lu up, Wang Lu didn't call back the Six-Star Gongyue Blade until he was completely naked and fainted.

Humph, if he wanted his life, why would he not want to kill him? If this person was not an important prisoner captured by the special organization, Bai Han would have already reported it to the King of Hell.

Seeing this, Xie Ming's heart was filled with excitement. The short but astonishing duel between the two made him terrified. Only now did he fully understand that even if he tried his best, both of them would most likely end up defeated. .

At the same time, he looked at Wang Lu with a gloomy expression. He didn't have any other thoughts. He was really afraid. The new attacker not only had great magic power, but also had endless methods. He was a cruel and ruthless person. of heartless people.