Mortal's journey to immortality

The ghost mink has already recognized its owner, but Wang Lu doesn't know where to put it. This is a problem. In the world of immortal cultivation, ghosts are extremely rare and it is not suitable to put it in the spirit beast bag. After returning to Blood Battle City, he still needs to Find a treasure for the ghost marten to house.

Thinking of this, I almost forgot that I haven't given Ghost Marten a name yet. Xiao Diao doesn't seem to be suitable, and Xiao Hei doesn't sound very good. Gui Diao's predecessor was a phantom ferret with psychedelic eyes. Let's call it Xiaotong.

He said to the slightly depressed Ghost Diao, "I'll call you Xiaotong from now on."

After hearing Wang Lu's words, Ghost Diao seemed to have his own name. He happily ran to Wang Lu's feet and rubbed his head affectionately on Wang Lu's calf.

At this time, Zi Jiu was not happy anymore, and glared at Ghost Diao with his two little eyes. He was so frightened that his little pupils clung to Wang Lu aggrievedly.

Wang Lu smiled and said: "Zi Jiu, you should not bully Xiaotong from now on. You should get along well with each other and help each other."

Wang Lu said to Zi Jiu in his mind: "Little guy, stop being so angry. You will be the boss from now on. Little Tong will listen to you in everything, okay?"

After receiving Zi Jiu's indifferent reply, Wang Lu felt relieved.

He ignored Zijiu and Xiaotong and turned around. He vaguely remembered the small wooden box buried under the rock.

With a display of magic power, the rocks were cleared away. He got close and picked up the box. The small box was made of a strange material, light yellow, neither gold nor jade nor wood. It was slightly cool in the hand, as light as a feather, and he moved it up and down. Looking carefully from left to right, the small box fit perfectly, making him wonder where to open it.

He shook the small box, but no sound came out. Could it be that it was a useless thing? He almost lost his life before he got the box, but there was nothing he could do with it.

Wang Lu asked Xiao Tong about the box again, but it turned out that even it didn't know what the box was. He only told Wang Lu that its mission was to keep an eye on this small box, and it didn't know anything else.

With a sigh, he threw the box into the storage bag and could only comfort himself by saying that it might be of great use in the future.

He looked carefully at the entire stone hall. There was still a passage glowing with light yellow in front of the stone hall. Strangely, the passage before he came disappeared, and Wang Lu seemed to appear in this stone hall out of thin air.

He asked Zi Jiu to carefully search for the passage he found. Zi Jiu flew up and down, but found no clues. It was impossible to return the same way. There seemed to be a mysterious force guiding him. Just like moving forward.

He will be safe when he comes, he will be blocked when the soldiers come, and the water will cover him up, but he needs to recover from his injuries before he can continue on the road.

He cleared an open space, took out the semi-spiritual milk and put a few drops on the wound on his shoulder, then meditated to rest.

Before meditating, he saw Zijiu happily lying on Xiaotong's body, while Xiaotong also lay happily recovering from her injuries.

As long as there is enough Yin Qi, its body injured by the Zijiu Wind Blade will slowly recover.

In the secular world, there is a saying that it takes a hundred days for a broken muscle or bone, which means that if an ordinary person breaks a muscle or breaks a bone, he needs to rest for a hundred days to recover as before. Although it is not as exaggerated as a hundred days, his injury must at least be as good as before. Three to five days recovery period.

Fortunately, Wang Lu had semi-spiritual milk, which was better than ordinary healing elixirs. With the nourishment of semi-spiritual milk, his meridians and bones were repairing quickly.

Five days later, the body has fully recovered, the mana has increased slightly, and even the consciousness has been enhanced a little.

Xiaotong's injury has healed by a third, and now it's time to set off.

Wang Lu put Zi Jiu back into the spirit beast bag, called Xiaotong, and walked towards the passage.

Xiaotong looked back at the stone hall where he had lived for hundreds of thousands of years with some reluctance, and followed Wang Lu into the passage.

The passage was filled with yellow light and was very quiet. One person and one beast were walking slowly. Wang Lu originally wanted Xiaotong to go explore the path, but he thought that in the injury door, unknown dangers might appear at any time, and Xiaotong's injuries have not recovered. , better be careful.

The restriction still exists in the passage, and the consciousness is severely restricted. A slight contact with the yellow light will cause pain like being scalded by boiling water.

An hour later, all he could see was his feet, and Wang Lu knew that the end was in front of him.

He asked Xiaotong to follow him closely and released the bow-holding puppet. The bow-holding puppet returned intact after a while.

His heart was in his throat. After taking a deep breath, he stepped forward step by step.

Still the same as in the previous passage, with one foot in the air, one person and one beast were sent to another stone hall by a force of attraction without any resistance.

When he arrived at the stone hall, Wang Lu looked at his dazed eyes. After seeing that it was intact, he began to look at this unusually quiet stone hall.

The passage from which they came was still missing, and there was also a yellow light passage in front of the stone hall. There was nothing in the stone hall, and only one person and one beast walked forward.

Walking and walking, Wang Lu was horrified to find that he could not reach the passage no matter what. The passage was right in front of him but out of reach.

He was trapped in a maze, and the little pupil next to him was nowhere to be found.

He immediately stopped. The light yellow stone hall was still the same as before. He looked back, and an incredible look suddenly appeared on his face.

He and Xiaotong were seen walking around, but they were standing still. At this time, another Wang Lu seemed to see him and showed a strange smile to him.

This scene made him tremble with fear.

Why are there two of him, and where is Xiaotong?

Is he his true self now or is he someone else?

If I am Wang Lu, who is he?

His mind was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts coming to him, leaving him puzzled.

"what!"

Wang Lu shouted loudly, and the six-star gongyue blade was as fast as a shooting star and rushed towards Wang Lu and Xiaotong who smiled mysteriously at him.

The six-star gongyue blade stabbed at another Wang Lu and Xiaotong, and soon one of them and the other beast were slashed and fell to the ground.

Wang Lu recalled the Six-Star Gongyue Blade and looked at himself and Xiaotong lying in a pool of blood. His whole body suddenly felt severe pain, and then streams of blood spurted out from his body like arrows. He couldn't help but feel the pain. Howl.

But the other one, him and Xiaotong, who were in the pool of blood, stood up again as if nothing was wrong, and still kept walking in place.

Wang Lu, who was covered in blood, immediately took out the spiritual ointment and applied it to the wound, and the blood stopped instantly.

He had to think, what is going on?

Two things can be determined now. One is that he is his true self, otherwise the Six-Star Gongyue Blade would not appear on him. Second, if you kill them, you are hurting yourself. The blood shed is real and the wounds are new.

He didn't care about the other Wang Lu and Xiaotong. Now he only thought about how to break the formation.

Just as he was thinking about how to break the formation, the familiar six-star Gongyue Blade came through the air, and before he had time to respond, it was chopped into pieces.

At this time, Wang Lu, who was standing still, smiled, took back the spiritual weapon, and continued to stand still.