Mortal's journey to immortality

In the Tianyun Secret Realm, after Wang Lu took care of the earth spirit hedgehog, he did not delay at all and continued to sneak slowly toward the Tianlin in the northeast.

In Tianyun Square, the number of onlookers did not decrease and was still very lively.

As the day goes by, different numbers continue to disappear from the survival list. Some people beat their chests and sigh when they see the missing number. Some people have expressionless faces and don't know what they are thinking. Or maybe there are like-minded people. Calling friends from all over the world, they heatedly discussed the numbers that had disappeared, or the numbers that they believed were about to disappear.

No one wants to leave, and they will not be willing to do so until they see the final result.

Whether you want to intercept the last person to come out, or catch a glimpse of the person who comes out of the secret realm, or you just want to watch the fun...

Everyone has his own plan in his heart.

Of course, the 16th was still on the survival list. A monk wearing a cat-head mask found a remote place and sent a messenger talisman. In a Buddhist hall on a hill five hundred miles away, a monk After seeing the messenger talisman, the energetic old man in the late Jindan stage got on a high-speed flying treasure and flew towards Lingyun City.

Obviously, he wanted to report to Yin Qi that the number had not disappeared and was still clearly visible.

Yinluanxuan does things without leakage. As long as the top management arranges things, they only need to execute them and will not ask for any reasons.

Such a tight set of single-line connections is also one of the reasons for Yinluanxuan's enduring popularity.

Eleven of the three hundred numbers have disappeared in one day, which shows how high the mortality rate is.

If this continues, all three hundred people will die in less than a month, let alone half a year.

In a secret realm with a radius of one hundred thousand miles, three hundred people are like three hundred grains of sand sprinkled into a piece of sand. The chance of being randomly transported to the same place by the vortex is too small.

There was still plenty of time. There was a radius of one hundred thousand miles. For Wang Lu, with his physical skills alone, he could easily travel from one side of the secret realm to the other in less than a day.

He walked slowly and quickly through the sky clouds leading to the central area according to the general direction, while killing various monsters in the sky forest, and collected seven or eight kinds of natural materials that were over 30,000 years old. Earth treasure.

Except for encountering the accompanying monsters of those spiritual materials, the journey was almost smooth. He did not encounter even a single monk, which made him wonder whether he and the unknown monk who had returned to the underworld were the only ones in the sky forest. No.

This is so lucky.

Stopping and stopping, a month passed quickly. During this month, the induction talisman seemed to be asleep, there was no movement, and he was too lazy to care.

When he feels that there is no danger in the Tianlin, he will stop, find a hidden place, take a Baijiu Guiyuan Pill, and start meditating.

The effect was surprisingly good. Although his cultivation was not racing like a thousand miles, it was still more than thirty times better than the outside world. He could feel that within two months, his cultivation would break through the middle stage of the golden elixir. To the middle and late stages of Jindan.

This gave him a sense of comfort and ease that he could not care less about, and he forgot all about mining natural materials and earthly treasures. He even almost forgot about his trip to Mount Tai.

For a month, in other places in the secret realm, scenes of killing monsters to obtain treasures, monsters eating people, or killing people to obtain treasures were going on crazily.

In the Tiansha Desert in the southeast, in the thick yellow-orange desert, oases and sand lakes of different sizes are inlaid like jasper gems. The aura of the desert is only about thirty times that of the outside world, but the oases and sand lakes The surrounding aura is two hundred times that of the outside world.

This also allows all kinds of natural and earthly treasures that are difficult to find in the outside world to grow wildly.

In a lush oasis covered with various green bamboos, three monks with different expressions stared intently at a late-stage Jindan male cultivator with a cold expression and extremely arrogance thirty feet away.

On the left side of the middle between the two sides, there is a one-foot-long spiritual grass that is a bit dazzlingly green. This spiritual grass that is about 40,000 years old is the green ghost body that is one of the main ingredients for refining the elixir of the late Nascent Soul.

Indeed, the grass body of the Biyou ghost body seemed to be carved with the body of a devil. When it swayed in the wind, faint cries like the ghosts from hell could be heard in circles.

Not to mention the 40,000-year-old green ghost body, even the 10,000-year-old grass is quite rare in the outside world.

Ten feet away from the ghostly body of Biyou, a level 7 mutated ghost clam covered in green had its head in a different place, and green blood was scattered all over the ground casually. It was obviously the work of that stern monk.

One of the Jindan Dzogchen monks, who had a skinny body and seemed to be a little shriveled, stepped out from among the three of them, exuding a fierce momentum belonging to the Jindan Dzogchen, and said lightly: "This fellow Taoist has a tight face. The three of us are Lingyun People from the Chenglong family, if you are willing to give up this herb, we will compensate you with a large sum of spiritual stones and let you go in peace. If you don't know the taste, then we will keep it forever."

"Then stay."

The late Jindan cultivator spoke in an understatement like him.

As soon as he finished speaking, three white human-shaped lightning bolts fell from the sky without any warning, and struck the heads of the three people with lightning speed.

"Humph!"

The wizened monk shouted coldly, and an unusually fierce black dragon materialized from behind and spat out the human-shaped lightning. The human-shaped lightning disappeared in the dragon's breath as expected.

"I really don't cry without seeing the coffin!"

Seeing this, the wizened monk looked at the two of them. This man alone killed the mutated ghost clam that even they had to expend some effort to kill. This put great pressure on them. In addition, this person entered the sky this time. The people of the Cloud Secret Realm can be regarded as the strongest group in history, so the domineering aura of that person gave them a little fear.

However, I didn't expect that this person just took advantage of his natural ability to restrain ghosts and thunder.

Ghost toads are afraid of thunder, and they have plenty of ways to deal with it.

After thinking about this, the two late-stage Jindan monks shouted loudly at the same time, and two black dragons appeared. They planned to use the powerful magical power of the vision to kill this man with the force of thunder and monopolize the Biyou ghost body.

Just when the withered monk was feeling proud, he couldn't help but be shocked!

The overwhelming white thunder covered them in an instant...

The stern male cultivator made a move with one hand at Biyou's ghost body, and the grass was put into his storage bag.

He did not look at the three people wrapped in the ocean thunder, and fled towards the next oasis.

As long as they can hold on for ten breaths, they are considered lucky.

Obviously, the three of them couldn't even hold on for five breaths, and their bodies were completely destroyed by the thunder.

These small characters are not worth 30% of his strength. What he wants is to kill all the people who have obtained the Heavenly Dragon, Earth and Phoenix tokens. He is one of the possible five people Yinqi said, Reggae.

The Tianfeng Hilly Area in the True North, as its name suggests, has wind blades like knives. In these thousands of miles of hills and mountains, the wind blades will rise from time to time at unknown times. The locations and sizes of the wind blades are also different. Just like the sky in June and the face of a baby, it changes at a moment's notice, and it turns out to be faster than turning the page in a book.

The strong wind blade will even twist the body-protecting Qi of ordinary late-stage Jindan cultivators to pieces. Therefore, the Tianfeng area is also a place where most people do not want to be teleported.

Of course, the strongest wind blade, even a high-grade defensive ancient treasure, with the support of the monk's abundant magic power, cannot last for half an hour, and it will be cut into pieces by the wind blade and the treasure leader.

Tianfeng is quite dangerous here.

However, dozens of small hills stand in the Tianfeng Hills and Mountains, becoming a natural haven to avoid wind blades, a place for the growth of various rare spiritual materials, and a training and habitat for the corresponding accompanying monsters.

In a natural cave on a nameless hill more than ten miles away, spiritual energy crowded the cave like thousands of swimming fish. The cave was bright with a hint of dark yellow and a strong scent of spiritual milk.

Four monks on different routes were driven into the cave by the super-powerful wind blade that was still raging wildly five days ago.

The cave is more than five miles deep. In the innermost part, a natural dark yellow stalagmite hangs. Below it is a small depression one foot wide. A drop of slightly yellow spiritual milk hangs on the tip of the stalagmite.

They didn't know when the spiritual milk would drip into the puddle.

Maybe three days, a month, a year, maybe a long time.

Dozens of white bones were scattered near a small depression not far away. Under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the broken bones were glowing with traces of yellow. It was obvious at a glance that these bones were no less than ten thousand years old.

Looking at the small pool of spiritual milk, they were indifferent.

It turned out that on top of the stalagmite, there was a three-foot peak level seven black and yellow spirit spider that was almost integrated into the stalagmite.

The Black Yellow Spirit Spider has a trace of the blood of the Chaos Fairy Spider, one of the top ten strange insects, and can grow to an incredible level, which gradually extinguished the greed in the eyes of the four people.

Although the Black and Yellow Spirit Spider is extremely ferocious, it will not attack unless you provoke it. This makes the four of them breathe a sigh of relief. They just wait for the wind blades in the sky outside to recede as soon as possible so that they can leave quickly. .

Among the four people, two are half-step Nascent Soul, and two are in the Golden Elixir Great Perfection state.

However, the four of them were not sure about their respective backgrounds, and kept a considerable distance from each other, and they were all wary of each other.

Time flies quickly, another day has passed, and the wind blade remains the same outside.

A figure walking slowly seemed to be carrying the lightness and softness of spring breeze, breaking the balance between them.