Mortal's journey to immortality

A quarter of an hour later, Iron Corpse's wound had doubled, and black blood was flowing out. This allowed him to see a chance to win.

He quickly drank a small sip of the semi-spiritual milk, and most of his nearly depleted mana was restored.

He mustered up all his magic power and continued to use the blade formation technique. The six-star moon-shaped blade trembled and disappeared in mid-air. At the same time, the wind rose from the ground, and a harsh blasting sound continued to sound.

The air made a crackling sound like fried copper beans. When the six-star arched moon blade that stabbed them suddenly disappeared, more than a dozen iron corpses with bleeding wounds roared and called back the various spiritual weapons scattered around the stone hall. , rushed towards Wang Lu with great momentum, and the phantoms of spiritual weapons in the sky fell towards Wang Lu's head.

Seeing this, Wang Lu shouted loudly, and poured all his mana into the six-star gongyue blade for free. His hands were as fast as shadowless hands and poured various magic spells into the blade formation. In an instant, the blade formation was green. The light was generous, speeding up twice as fast, and various spiritual weapons exploded one after another under the sharp and extremely fast cutting of the blade array.

The blade formation moved forward all the way, facing the Iron Corpse. The sharp blades were as Wang Lu expected. Although the lethality was huge, it was not enough for the Iron Corpse's hard body. However, for the wounds on the Iron Corpse's body, it was like The shark smelled the blood and cut and sawed like crazy.

In less than five breaths, the blade array started from the iron corpse's wound and divided the iron corpse into pieces. Under the stranglehold of the blade wire, it was as empty as the stone hall Wang Lu had just entered. More than ten iron corpses were cut to pieces. Not a single grain is left, as if it had never been here.

The various spiritual weapons in their hands were also cut into pieces of powder and scattered in the stone hall.

At this time, Wang Lu was exhausted physically and mentally, with his mana exhausted and his consciousness severely depleted. He glanced at the passage and found that there was no sign of any trouble. He was afraid that similar iron corpses would swarm out again and swarm up, so he could only use Those three Yinquan Thunder Beads.

He sat down on the ground, quickly took out two medium-grade spiritual stones and held them in his hands. He took a pill and at the same time exuded a trace of consciousness in the passage. He needed to quickly restore his mana to deal with the unknown dangers.

The stone hall was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. Even Wang Lu didn't notice. The fierce battle between him and Iron Corpse did not cause even a trace of damage to the stone hall. The Tomb of the Dark Sky was indeed extraordinary.

One day later, Wang Lu woke up leisurely, with all his magic power restored. He felt comfortable all over his body, and his consciousness was slightly stronger. He couldn't help but think of his master Qiu Huaren. Without his rescue and teaching, he would not be here. Even today, he would not be able to deeply feel the defiance of the "Six Talismans".

Practicing the "Six Talismans" required him to spend twice as much time as ordinary monks, but it also laid a foundation for him that ordinary people could not achieve, and the "Six Talismans" even gave him the solution to the problem of resources needed for cultivation. For such a big problem, the "Six Talisman Albums" was like providing help in times of need and the icing on the cake. The benefits it brought him were visible to the naked eye. Neither of them could live without the other, just like two human hands, both were indispensable.

Just when Wang Lu was lost in thought, the spirit beast bag around his waist began to tremble. When he came back to his senses, there was a signal in his mind that Zi Jiu was about to come out.

"Hahahahahahaha", Wang Lu laughed heartily and cast a spell on the spirit beast bag. A purple-gray lightning flashed across the yellow space, flying happily in front of and behind Wang Lu, flying up and down. .

Wang Lu happily stretched out his palm. Zi Jiu glanced at Wang Lu's palm with disgust and flew to the old spot where it stopped, on Wang Lu's shoulder.

Zi Jiu is still half a foot tall, but his aura has reached the peak of a fourth-level monster, which is equivalent to the peak cultivation level in the later stage of foundation establishment. Zi Jiu's two small and cute eyes are like two purple gems, dazzling. , the wings are gray and purple, the two purple tentacles seem to be thicker, and the body of the butterfly is gray with purple.

Wang Lu supported his chin with his hand, looked at Zi Jiu sideways, and said with a smile: "It's been ten years, you little guy finally woke up, you are still so small, can't you grow up, you wasted me There are nearly a hundred high-grade spiritual stones, and my heart is as sharp as a knife."

Zi Jiu lay on Wang Lu's left shoulder, motionless as if she hadn't woken up. When she heard Wang Lu's words, her small purple eyes turned indifferently as a response.

Wang Lu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he was more filled with joy. Zi Jiu finally woke up, and he could let go of one thing on his mind.

Wang Lu said to Zi Jiu: "Little guy, now we are in an unknown and extremely dangerous ancient tomb. I want to put you back in the spirit beast bag. Although you are not taller, you should have grown a lot in ability. Take advantage of this opportunity." When the opponent is not paying attention, it is easy to achieve miraculous effects, what do you think?"

Zi Jiu seemed to understand. A purple tentacle tapped Wang Lu's shoulder to express receipt. Wang Lu opened the spirit beast bag with a secret. Zi Jiu flew in at an incredible speed. He threw ten A middle-grade spiritual stone was placed in it, and a happy message from Zijiu was received.

Letting Zi Jiu return to the spirit beast bag was because he was worried about encountering a stronger opponent. After all, Zi Jiu had just woken up and was still in a hazy state. He was worried about unexpected appearances.

Next, Wang Lu looked at the entire stone hall carefully, not missing every corner, but did not find anything useful. He followed his own feeling and came to the stone door that he had entered the stone hall before. No matter how he Pushing, knocking, and smashing, the stone door seemed to be integrated with the stone hall, without any reaction. He knew that he would never find the stone door again, and the only way out was to move forward.

After Zi Jiu fell asleep, he stayed in the stone hall for a while, looking at the passage with a light yellow light, and walked over cautiously.

After adding a death talisman to himself, he stepped into the passage with full vigilance. Everything was normal, but it was too calm. If something went wrong, there would be a monster, and he would not let go of even the slightest disturbance.

The passage seems to be endless. After half a stick of incense, there is nothing but the pale yellow light that fills the passage. I don't know where this light comes from.

In another space, in a stone hall glowing with reddish light, two large characters about ten feet above the top of the stone hall shone with red light: Xiu Men.

Sun Xue did not see the word "Xiu Men" above her head. Her luck seemed to be much better than Wang Lu's.

A bit nervous, she was panting and half-kneeling on the ground with her sword as support. Not far in front of her, a copper corpse that looked like brass was torn apart on the ground.

In front of the bronze corpse, an antique three-legged tripod with a strange shape was placed quietly on a four-legged stone table.

She grinned her delicate little mouth and cursed: "Grandma, it's like an iron lump. It almost got in your way. For the sake of this legendary three-legged Golden Crow Cauldron, I'll let you go. Just I won’t tear you into pieces.”

If anyone here heard this, they would cover their ears and not be able to listen at all. There are more than eight pieces of bronze corpses on the ground. If you count them carefully, more than twenty pieces are more than enough.

It's so... so... so hypocritical, I can't stand it.