Mortal's journey to immortality

Wang Lu saw the two demons escaping. In fact, he was not having a good time. His magic power had basically bottomed out and his soul was unstable. If he persisted, he would have no other choice but to take semi-spiritual milk.

Spiritual milk can be encountered but cannot be sought. There are only two and a half bottles of spiritual milk left. As his cultivation deepens, one and a half bottles of spiritual milk can only restore his mana seven times at most, plus all aspects of his body, soul, and sea of ​​consciousness. To recover, one bottle will be consumed three times.

I don't know whether it was Wang Lu's powerful strength that made the Tiger and Ox Demon King afraid, or it was for other reasons, but the Sawtooth Tiger and the Black Fire Demon Ox that surrounded him retreated quietly.

After leaving the birch forest, Wang Lu released the sound blade. On the sound blade, Wang Lu felt at ease. The sound blade passed through the forest and passed through the clouds. As a result, he encountered the thunder vulture when he came. Wang Lu didn't care about the thunder vulture. He kept pouring mana into the sound blade, and the speed of the sound blade suddenly increased by two minutes. After chasing for thousands of miles, the Thunder Vulture flew away unwillingly.

Wang Lu returned to the inn tiredly. He placed a ban at random and fell asleep. It took a full day and night before he woke up.

He stretched and rinsed himself with water, and then his energy returned.

The battle between the two demon kings made him see his own shortcomings. The six-star Gongyue Blade, as a trump card, should be reserved for the end and released at the end. It is a big burden to use the ultimate move from the beginning. In many cases, it needs to be used with caution.

Fighting is a process of consumption. The six-star Gongyue Blade is released at the beginning. Once the opponent has a way to deal with it, Wang Lu has only one way to escape.

He considered that he should add a powerful offensive weapon to himself, a defensive weapon that even the six-star Gongyue Blade could not easily break, or some equipment that could threaten the strong people in the Golden Core stage at one time. .

He touched the somewhat shriveled storage bag and sighed. He only has one life, and this is only one life, so let's make it completely clean.

Wang Lu removed the restriction, got up and walked to the Blood Hall.

The night in the Bloody Battle City, shrouded by the city's protective formation, was like daytime. At this moment, the lights were brightly lit and it was bustling with people.

Wang Lu called a beast cart parked on the street and drove all the way. After an hour, he arrived at the square of Bloody Battle City.

People were coming and going in the square, but he ignored the monks and groups who had attracted him, and went straight to the Blood Hall, where he came to one of the rooms where the task was handed over.

In order to be responsible for the monks who handed over the tasks, the Seven Factions set up fifty rooms on the right side of the Blood Hall.

In the room, an energetic middle-aged monk who was at the peak of the late stage of foundation building saw Wang Lu entering the room, and immediately opened the room's restrictions and said to him: "What task is this fellow Taoist here to hand over?"

Wang Lu directly took out the jade box containing the green blood fruit and handed it to him. The middle-aged monk took the forbidden spirit talisman and opened the jade box. Five green and reddish green blood fruits sat quietly inside.

"Hey, Taoist friend, I am Wu Fei from Blood Prison. These are fifty high-grade spiritual stones. Please give me your identity token, Taoist friend."

Wu Fei saw that Wang Lu had completed the difficult task of obtaining the Green Blood Fruit on the task list, and wanted to make friends with him. They would also be promoted and rewarded based on the difficulty of completing the task for the monks.

Wang Lu accepted fifty high-grade spirit stones and handed the temporary identity token to Wu Fei. After Wu Fei typed a magic spell into Wang Lu's token, the originally white token turned red.

He also knows a little about the rules of Blood Battle City. The levels of tokens are divided into six levels: white, light red, red, dark red, purple, and purple-black. Most of the monks who come to Blood Battle City have tokens that are not higher than Red, the red token represents that the monk has a strength close to the middle stage of the golden elixir.

After receiving the token, Wang Lu's eyes glowed with joy and he said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wu. If you complete the task again, I will definitely come to Fellow Daoist to hand it over."

"Haha, then I will welcome Brother Chen." Wu Fei said with a smile.

Wang Lu walked out of the room and came to the Blood Hall. Rows of tasks flashed continuously. After checking for a long time, he accepted one of the tasks.

Two hours later, Wang Lu came to East Street and walked into a shop called Baibao Pavilion.

The overall layout of Baibao Pavilion is cyan, with a total of three floors. In the lobby on the first floor, several waiters are introducing various materials to the guests.

A young man in light blue clothes stepped forward and said respectfully: "Senior, please come back. I have all the common spiritual materials in the world of cultivating immortals. I will definitely make your seniors return home with a full load."

Wang Lu didn't say anything. He walked around the display cabinets in the hall and said, "There are indeed many kinds. Are there not some high-end ones?"

The waiter heard Xian Ge and said with an elegant smile: "Senior, please invite me upstairs."

There were only a few people on the second floor. After Wang Lu circled around, they stopped in front of a counter, pointed at a sky blue flying sword and said, "Is there anything better than this sword?"

"Senior, I'll be right back. Please wait a moment." After saying that, he hurried downstairs.

The young man saw that Wang Lu's needs exceeded his authority. The Sky Blue Flying Sword was a high-grade spiritual weapon, but as long as this person bought even one high-grade spiritual weapon, he would get the corresponding reward. If it was a top-grade spiritual weapon, The rewards he received were even more abundant, so he wished he had two extra legs and hurriedly went to find the deacon of their Baibao Pavilion.

Just when Wang Lu was bored, an old man with a white beard and a healthy spirit came to Wang Lu under the guidance of the waiter. When several monks on the second floor saw the old man coming, they all clasped their fists in greeting.

The old man said with a smile: "I, Pang Jinlong, if you need anything, just ask."

In Wang Lu's induction, Pang Jinlong should be a monk in the early stage of Jindan. Wang Lu sent a message to the other party. After hearing Wang Lu's message, Pang Jinlong took him straight to the third floor.

There is no hall on the third floor, only five rooms.

In one of the quiet rooms, Pang Long took out five sparkling spiritual weapons and placed them on the table. After Wang Lu checked them one by one, he found that they were all rare and top-quality spiritual weapons, but there was nothing he needed in his heart.

Wang Lu cupped his fists and said, "Mr. Pang, I like some spiritual weapons with strange structures. I wonder if your pavilion has collected some?"

Pang Long smiled and said, "How about you, little friend, take a look at these two top-quality spiritual weapons?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out two purple eight-collar purple gold hammers and a lifelike dragon-headed crutch.

Seeing the two eight-curved purple gold hammers, Wang Lu couldn't take his eyes back. He exclaimed in wonder, "Excuse me, Mr. Pang, how much spiritual stone are these two eight-curved purple gold hammers?"

"I need to remind you, little friend, that the Purple Gold Hammer is one of the few treasures in this pavilion. Even if it is not as good as a complete set of top-grade spiritual weapons, it requires extraordinary spiritual consciousness. You still need to think carefully about it." Pang Long was worried about the king. Lu's spiritual consciousness is not strong, he said clearly.

"Thank you, Mr. Pang, for reminding me. I will choose it now." Wang Lu said firmly.

He happily collected the Eight-Feng Purple Gold Hammer, purchased some materials for drawing spiritual talismans, and three Yinquan Thunder Beads that could seriously injure middle-stage Jindan monks. As for defensive spiritual weapons, Wang Lu had other ideas.

The Purple Gold Hammer cost Wang Lu twenty-five high-grade spiritual stones, the spiritual materials for making the talisman were five high-grade spiritual stones, and the five one-time thunder beads were twenty-five high-grade spiritual stones, for a total of fifty-five high-grade spiritual stones.

After Wang Lu paid the spirit stone like a piece of meat, Pang Long saw him off with a smile on his face and returned to the inn.