Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 404 Book Pavilion
Looking at the platform on the top of the mountain, the Book Tower is only five hundred steps away.

Wen Lianggong sat down on the ground with one butt, and finally lay down on his back with his arms and legs spread out, constantly and with difficulty circulating his magic power, absorbing the extremely rich fairy energy around him to refine his body.

'Your physical and mental attributes have subtly increased.'

Looking at the information prompts that popped up on the attribute panel, although I was exhausted physically and mentally, I was in a very good mood.

Under such a high-pressure environment, the body, which had not grown for a long time, has now begun to show visible improvements.

After a while, Wen Lianggong climbed up and untied the vine from the iron rod.

Glancing at Sun Li who was wriggling like a worm, Wen Lianggong said calmly: "Our deal is done. This stick is mine. From now on, you can only rely on yourself."

Sun Li gritted his teeth and nodded: "Thank you, I don't need to worry about it. I will walk the rest of the way by myself. I will repay you for your kindness when I get up!"

Looking at Sun Li who was unable to get up due to the incomparable pressure, Wen Lianggong shook his head slightly.

"Get up first, then we'll talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, a weird voice suddenly came from the side.

"Wow, I didn't expect that a monkey like you could actually climb up. This really surprises me."

Wen Lianggong was slightly moved when he heard the words. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall and thin Taoist sitting beside a rock not far away. His aura was harmonious and merged with the heaven and earth, as if they had become one.

At first glance, it looks like a piece of rock, without any flaws.

This is a master who has definitely cultivated the way of the soul, moved magic power, practiced magic techniques and supernatural powers, and comprehended the way of heaven and earth and nature. He is the purest immortal.

He is far from being a monk like Wen Lianggong, who achieved sanctification of the physical body and focused more on fighting with swords and spears.

Only a fort-level figure could have such a demeanor in this Great Wall of Void.

The tall and thin Taoist glanced at Sun Li, then looked at Wen Lianggong with an unfriendly gaze. He looked away when he saw Wen Lianggong standing up with his stick in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Sun Li grinned and stared at the tall and thin Taoist with his bloodshot eyes.

"I won't give you this stick even if I use it as a stick to stir up trouble!"

Wen Lianggong: "..."

Suddenly Sun Li shouted, "Qi Feng, you are so narrow-minded, you will never make it to the end. You are dead in this demonic tide!"

The tall and thin Taoist's chiffon eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness. He slowly stood up, stared at Sun Li for a long time, and finally said nothing. He glanced at the iron rod in Wen Lianggong's hand, and his eyes became more and more unfriendly.

Wen Lianggong would naturally not show any sign of weakness. This guy was just a perfect immortal. If he were to jump around here, he would really want to pick up a stick and poke him.

Magical power surged around Chifeng's body, clinging three inches to his body, emitting a hazy glow, counteracting the high pressure of the surrounding environment.

He walked slowly towards the Book Pavilion Tower, step by step.

"Little... be careful, this guy is very sinister, and is proficient in spells. He has many insidious tricks to trip you up."

Sun Li said weakly.

Without Wen Lianggong's help, climbing into the book tower would be quite difficult.

Wen Lianggong's eyes were deep. Although Chiffon had not said a word to him, the other party's eyes had already told him that the iron stick in his hand was something that the other party must have.

But Wen Lianggong would naturally not let go of this iron rod easily. This magical weapon was very handy to him. After practicing with his magic power and mind in the past few days, he was able to use it with different weights according to his wishes. Naturally, it was very handy to him.

Moreover, he had the minor magical power of wielding weapons, which was only one step away from perfection. He was confident that he was as good as anyone in the art of handling weapons.

This guy, he had to find a way to kill him. Chifeng's eyes just now made him feel very uncomfortable.

After a moment's silence, Wen Lianggong no longer hesitated and said something.

"I'm afraid your ancestor has to give you magical powers, right?"

Sun Li felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, and raised his hand tremblingly and pointed at the library.

"I need to choose a technique and start practicing it."

Wen Lianggong shook his head slightly: "It's ridiculous that you can be so exhausted at the level of a perfect True Immortal."

Sun Li's face immediately turned red, and he said that he was just careless and did not expect that when his skills were perfected, he would naturally be able to walk as fast as the wind and clouds.

Wen Lianggong was too lazy to pay attention. This monkey was really a monkey, talking nonsense. Apart from the fact that the iron stick in his hand was indeed a magic weapon, not a word he said could be believed.

What you get in your hands is real, everything else is false.

Walking to the front of the library, Wen Lianggong looked up at the building which was only a dozen meters high. The walls were covered with moss and there were even cracks on several places. It looked like a dangerous building.

The door of the library is not big, and the covering door looks extremely casual, as if it is just a wooden board made up of a few randomly cut pieces of wood. On the library, there are only two fairy characters made up of sword marks.

The word "Shuge".

The sharp sword intent that came towards him made Wen Lianggong's breathing stagnate slightly. The sword intent rose into the sky and almost evolved into an ancient long sword. He practiced in the void. The sword light was cold and the water light was rippling. It set off huge waves in the void, ups and downs, layer upon layer, high and exciting.

After a long time, Wen Lianggong withdrew his gaze, but his eyes could not help but be shocked.

Under such heavy pressure, the immortal characters carved by the sword alone could convey the sword intent that soared into the sky. The opponent's strength was so unfathomable that it was absolutely difficult to imagine.

Is it the Golden Immortal who has cultivated the state of being indestructible, eternal and unique, with only his true self left?

Wen Lianggong has been guessing about these things, but he has no specific idea of ​​what the specific realm of the Golden Immortal is like.

It seems that only after becoming a true immortal can one truly embark on the path of cultivation.

Wen Lianggong was filled with emotion, the road ahead was long and arduous.

He is just a passerby on the road.

This book pavilion contains an extremely profound sword technique. If one can comprehend it, one will definitely be able to gain profound insights into the way of the sword.

But it's not suitable for him right now.

Wen Lianggong slowly withdrew his gaze and silently looked at a sloppy old Taoist priest with white hair sitting on the ground next to him. The other party stared at the two words above the book pavilion without blinking, as if he was obsessed and immersed in it wholeheartedly.

Next to the old Taoist priest was a three-foot-long ancient green-peak sword. It was extremely simple and inconspicuous, but the sword rose and fell faintly with the Taoist priest's breathing, revealing a Taoist charm.

The sword's edge flashed with sword light from time to time, and at a glance, one was secretly startled.

This old Taoist must have been practicing swordsmanship for many years. If he were to unleash his sword, it would surely be earth-shattering.

The old Taoist didn't even look back when he had a conflict with Chiffon just now, and he was still sitting at the door without moving.

It seems that he is trapped in this sword technique.

There were only Chifeng and the old Taoist on the huge platform at the top of the mountain. It was so empty and desolate.

When I pushed the door open, I found that the space inside was several times larger than it looked from the outside, and what caught my eye were rows of bookshelves.

(End of this chapter)