Mortal's journey to immortality

The Dream Sect has certain rewards for the monks who have just successfully established the foundation, and they need to be registered.

Wang Lu didn't care much about the rewards. Registration has been a rule of the Dream Sect since its establishment. However, only by registering can one become an official disciple of the Dream Sect and be protected by the Dream Sect. Even his family will be protected by the Dream Sect. Protection, this is what he values ​​most.

The Dream Sect is now too big, and the management of its disciples is relatively free, but it will also be given certain responsibilities.

The foundation building period generally lasts for two hundred years. The sect stipulates that all monks in the foundation building period of the sect need to complete a task stipulated by the sect. As for the task, the sect will arrange it.

Wang Lu did not register immediately. He first took Zi Jiu out of the spirit beast bag and placed it in the grass nest. The little butterfly grew from half a foot long to more than a foot long in its sleep. Now its breath is stable and it has escaped. His life was in danger, and there were faint signs of breaking through to the second-level monster, which made him sigh in relief.

He placed fifty middle-grade spiritual stones in the grass nest without feeling distressed, and then took out the "Six Talisman Book" with some anticipation.

He activated his magic power and pointed at the second blank page. The page shone brightly, and hundreds of various spiritual talismans appeared in mid-air. Wang Lu watched carefully one after another.

Golden Spear Talisman, Vitality Talisman, Silver Flame Talisman, Spiritual Rain Talisman, Soul Seeking Talisman, Blood Escape Talisman, Ultimate Spirit Talisman, Immobilization Talisman, Volley Talisman, Ice Sword Talisman, Fire Cloud and Thunder Talisman...

The spiritual materials required for so many talisman seals, the drawing methods, various details, the form and power of the talisman all poured into Wang Lu's sea of ​​consciousness. If Wang Lu hadn't succeeded in building the foundation, the sea of ​​​​consciousness would have tripled. More than enough, such a large amount of information will definitely explode his consciousness, turning him into a unconscious walking zombie, or even dying on the spot.

In one day, Wang Lu completely accepted the talismans of the foundation building period.

He couldn't help being happy, eager to move and try. The talisman and seals were something that was vital to his life, and he had regarded them as his closest comrades-in-arms.

Along the way, the "Six Talismans" can provide him with mana that exceeds that of ordinary monks in the same realm, and the various talismans and seals recorded in the "Six Talismans" are his capital to save his life and gain a foothold in the world of immortality.

The middle volume of "Six Talismans" must be retrieved, and the middle and lower volumes of "Six Talismans" could only be determined by God's will. He didn't think too much about it. When the opportunity came, it would be determined.

He took out the storage bag he got from Hou Jie, which was a pile of messy and worthless things. He took it back after taking a look at it, and found time to go to a market to deal with it casually.

The only thing that interested him slightly was a yellowish ancient book called "Zongyue Yunjian". He flipped through it and flipped through it. He was very interested and started practicing according to the formulas and exercise routes on it.

The mana in his body began to stir, and quickly traveled to the Yongquan points on both feet. Like acupuncture, the Yongquan acupoint was quickly opened, and the mana flowed along other acupoints on the feet...

Two months later, he had practiced nearly one-fifth of the technique. He felt that his legs were as light as feathers and he had a strong feeling of soaring into the air.

He secretly practiced his kung fu, and a figure returned to the place like a giant. The secret book "Across the Clouds" was like a treasure. He held it tightly in his arms and laughed heartily.

Just as the laughter stopped, several afterimages appeared on the running route. It was too fast, and the eyes could not keep up with the speed. If he had acquired such a rare speed skill earlier, he would not have been beaten by the ghost king like a turtle. Being beaten passively like a shell.

He tried flying, turning, sideways, and moving again... His legs seemed to have countless wind talismans, and countless afterimages filled the whole room. When Wang Lu stopped, the remaining The shadow dispersed, and he was quite satisfied with his speed.

"Across the Clouds" seemed to be tailor-made for him. It had no conflict with the "Six Talisman Techniques" he had practiced. With his lightning-fast movements, coupled with the unexpected Talisman attacks, he The strength has grown significantly.

Wang Lu rested for a night. In the early morning, he glanced at the sleeping Zi Jiu, activated the defensive formation, and then left the cave and headed towards the main peak of Cuiping Mountain.

The main peak of Cuiping Mountain is surrounded by smoke and clouds, towering into the clouds. There are several relatively low hills guarding it like guards.

Wang Lu leisurely walked to one of the hills, and a majestic hall stood on it. The plaque in the hall read: Hall of Creation with flying dragons and phoenixes.

As the name suggests, only monks who have reached the foundation building stage or above can enter the temple. No matter what the monk has experienced, what opportunities he has had, or what his background is, all those who reach the foundation building stage will be treated equally by the Dream Sect, and they all have the ability to reach the upper realm.

Wang Lu climbed the white jade stone steps step by step. At the end of the stone steps, two calm-looking golden elixir monks were guarding the door. After they sensed Wang Lu's aura, Wang Lu easily walked into the spacious, bright and quiet hall. .

The hall is inlaid with several huge crystal-white moonstones, and a dozen futons are placed on the ground.

What surprised Wang Lu was that the three foundation-building monks were sitting in the main hall meditating and practicing, unaware of his arrival.

A burst of strange sandalwood came, and the sandalwood blended into Wang Lu's magic power, and the magic power actually rippled slightly. Wang Lu quickly found a futon to practice.

Half a month later, the sandalwood disappeared, and Wang Lu stood up and walked towards the side hall to the left.

Walking into the side hall, an old man with a white beard and an aura similar to that of the hall master Bai Yifan lay feebly on a recliner behind a blue jade square table. Seeing Wang Lu come in, he asked casually: "Which department and what is its name?"

Wang Lu cupped his hands and said: "Thanks to the cultivation of the sect, Wang Lu of Futang lineage has fulfilled his mission and finally succeeded in building the foundation. I came here to register."

Hearing Wang Lu's answer, the old man with the white beard looked Wang Lu up and down as if he had regained his vitality, and said to him: "Take out the jade identity card, and I will register you now."

Wang Lu respectfully handed the jade token of identity to the old man. The old man made dots on the jade token and threw it to Wang Lu after a while: "Okay, you can go back."

Just as Wang Lu turned to leave, he was stopped by the old man. The old man smiled and said: "Oh, I forgot your reward, take it."

Wang Lu took the storage bag and said, "Thank you, senior. I will not disturb my senior's cleaning work."

Wang Lu walked out of the Hall of Creation, and the old man in the side hall murmured to himself: "You Liu An and Chen Dong, you put such outstanding disciples in that rubbish place of Futang, it's really a waste."

In the Hall of Creation, when every disciple who has just established a foundation comes, the sect will give them a special Buddhist treasure, Tianlu Sandalwood, to help them stabilize their realm. The average disciple will wake up in about a day, which is equivalent to a month of cultivation. , three to five days with better qualifications, seven or eight days with better qualifications, one in a hundred who have practiced for about ten days.

To reach the tenth day, the monk's qualifications, spiritual consciousness, physical fitness, luck and other aspects must be far beyond that of ordinary people.

After practicing for half a month, there have only been three people in the history of the Dream Sect, including the current Wang Lu as the fourth person. One of them is Chen Dong, the current master of the Treasure Pavilion of the Dream Sect. One of them died midway, and one is still alive and dead. Uncertain.

A once-in-a-thousand-year disciple like Wang Lu should be placed in Meng Pavilion or Huan Sect to be carefully trained. How could he be trampled by Fu Tang?

Thinking of this, he got angry for no reason. After he sent a message to Liu An and got the reply, Fu Xu smiled softly and said: "You can let the little guy make friends with this king."