Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 93 Test Road

If Lu Ye used his spiritual sense to look inside again, he would find that the outside of the spine had turned silvery white!

This is the final dragon of the spine, with white bones plated with silver marrow!

When Lu Ye opened his eyes again, he was already full of energy and as sharp as a knife.

The whole world was different in his eyes. Moreover, a slight layer of dirt fell on the surface of his body, but at the same time as the Dragon Subdued, all the hidden wounds, impurities and blood congestion were forced out of the body.

The so-called keel riot, breaking out of the body, is an intense process of continuously expelling impurities from the body.

If you can withstand it, you will become a master by subduing the dragon in the past. If you can't subdue it, you will naturally fail to advance.

Lu Ye sat cross-legged and jumped to the open space in the room with a little force.

At this time, all the windows in the house were broken, and the cold wind rushed in from outside.

But he laughed and his heart was filled with joy!

After nearly four years in this world, I finally stood at the top of martial arts and became a master!

From then on, it was normal practice, constantly accumulating qualifications, accumulating true energy, and constantly strengthening the master's cultivation.

When Lu Zhiye moved, the fish and dragon picture jumped out.

In the boundless river, among the carps, the belly of the golden-tail carp used to be golden, but now its scales have turned into gold. The whole carp is as if it is made of gold, and it is unusually handsome.

He jumped up in the air, then quickly got into the carp group, and disappeared into the river immediately.

Several lines of writing appear in the ichthyosaur picture.

“Lu Ye—21 years old.

Root bone - the seed of longevity, slow release of essence.

State - Containing true energy (variation: using longevity as firewood to support true energy).

Realm - Silver Marrow Grandmaster, 1/100, loses his life to practice, and dies suddenly soon.

Kung Fu - Panshi Qi, 100/100.

Kung Fu - Bahuang Zhenqi, 20/100.

Skills - Gale Knife, Gale Fist, Equestrian, Spearmanship, Archery.

Martial Arts - Spiral Strength, Overlapping Wave Strength.

Lifespan: 21 years/55 years.

Qi and blood——3000/6000.

A cicada transforms into a dragon—six times! "

Lu Ye touched his chin and tasted it carefully.

This way of the King of Hell is useless.

The Silver Marrow Grandmaster has now started to practice, but if he has to lose his life to practice, the fish and dragon diagram has already warned that he will die suddenly in the near future.

Think about it, it will take forty years to become a master.

If there is still a path to martial arts, then according to the way of the king of hell, the urine will not be doubled for another eighty years?

He now only has 55 years left to live, and his life span of 80 years will be directly reduced to a negative number.

You can't become a ghost and then practice martial arts, right?

He is here to become stronger, not to become dead.

Therefore, this Grandmaster realm can only be accumulated slowly through hard work.

Fortunately, he has become a master and now has 3000 qi and blood. If he has enough qi and blood, he can try to use the immortal cultivator as a template for his next transformation.

He was curious about what would happen if martial arts and immortality were combined.

The King of Hell said that this skill had been with him for several years, so he should give it up when he wanted to.

Now he is 100% sure that this skill was passed down by an immortal cultivator. If he has the opportunity to meet this roast chicken cultivator in the future, he will definitely have a good relationship.

But according to what the monk in the bag said, the Jin country is a desert for cultivating immortals, and there are no clever monks.

It would be great to complete the foundation building, and you could become the king and hegemon. And the life of the foundation building monk is two hundred and fifty years. The roast chicken senior may be reduced to chicken bones by now, and there is no telling.

Next, the most important thing is to find a suitable transformation template...

His eyes flashed.

Second child, third child, here I come!

My brother shouldn't mind being rubbed hard by him.

Speaking of which, the second and third children are not suitable for the Way of the King of Hell, but they all have the bones to cultivate immortality, which is considered rare.

Lu Ye went out like a whirlwind, then quickly turned back, picked up the dark spear that came from a monk's storage bag, and left.

After a while.

On the martial arts field, Lu Ye smiled with his hands on his hips.

Opposite are the disgraced Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi, as well as Pan Furong and Sister Hong.

Two years later, the two brothers have become steel-bone martial arts masters. They originally had about eighty years of life, but they spent ten years practicing the Way of Hell to break through to the steel-bone martial arts, and then they obtained the unclean white bone method.

Therefore, I will no longer practice this life-consuming evil method. As long as I practice successfully in the future, my life span will naturally increase.

Pan Furong and Sister Hong are small-scale steel-framed martial arts masters, but they have achieved it through hard work and sweat.

Pan Furong also wanted to learn the evil method and contribute to the small group.

Lu Ye learned from the lessons of his two sworn brothers. He ran to Mr. Li Guangshi overnight and burned all the crooked and evil techniques with a fire.

He raised his fist and squeezed it, and the old man said he had lost his memory.

I no longer remember the Way of the King of Hell, the Heavenly Remnant Technique, the Art of Falling Yang, and the Art of Withered Blood. I even forgot all about my own bow skills, leaving nothing behind.

Lu Ye was on strict guard and did not allow anyone to spread Pan Furong's evil skills.

For this reason, she and Lu Ye were sulking for two days.

On the court, Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, Pan Furong, and Sister Hong looked ugly, but Lu Ye was the only one who was smiling.

Just now, he was holding a gun with one arm and swept through four people. It was so exciting!

How do you say that?

Not returning wealth to one's hometown is like walking in brocade at night.

Du Lele, how can I make you cry as much as me?

This is a man’s happiness!

"Brother, you are too shameless..." Wang Hu said with a gun mark on his face, rubbing his face.

"To deal with our four steel-framed martial arts masters, even Dacheng Tie Zang, the great martial arts master, can sweep us across with his flesh palm!"

"You are a master, but you still use a gun...hiss..." Wang Hu felt extremely aggrieved, "and you hit me in the face..."    "I dare say you definitely did it on purpose."

Lu Ye smiled.

"Brother, I'm just slippery..."

Next to him, Zhang Cunyi did not sympathize with Wang Hu.

Let you start the White Bone Impure Dharma with your tail raised to the sky, and you dare to say that your elder brother only knows how to practice Taoism, so getting beaten now is retribution...

It’s just that the boss’s revenge comes so quickly!

He smiled bitterly.

"Brother, you have gone too far. We knew you had become a grandmaster and wanted to congratulate you, but you caught us and beat us up!"

Pan Furong's eyebrows stood upright and her almond-shaped eyes widened.

"Bah! Dese!"

"I'll cook for you tonight!"

She spoke concisely, turned around and took Sister Hong away directly.

She had already decided in her heart that she would cook tonight. She wanted to see how the master's appetite was different from that of the Iron Zang Master.

Lu Ye and Wang Hu were left in the field, and Zhang Cunyi's expressions changed greatly.

The two brothers looked at Lu Ye sympathetically.

I once remembered that when I accidentally ate a bowl of soup from my elder brother, not to mention how the weird smell was so depressing to my soul, it was also unbearable to stay in the toilet all night.

The smile on Lu Ye's face froze. It was bad. He was too presumptuous just now. The eldest lady was going to make a bigger move.

"Isn't it just a meal? Don't be afraid." He turned around to smooth things over for himself, his face straightening, "Huzi, now you use Taoism to prevent my attack."

"I have always wanted to try to see if a martial arts master can break through Taoist defenses!"

This world is too dangerous, and there is no guarantee that you will encounter a spiritual enemy at any time. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be invincible in every battle.

Not counting the previous bag of monks, it was just a trace of residual blood, and it took many arrows from him to break through the protection.

Lu Ye wanted to test the gap between his master's cultivation and that of an immortal cultivator.

That bag of monks said that if the master were caught by surprise, he could kill the low-level Qi-training monks. If the low-level Qi-training monks were prepared and used body protection spells to distance themselves, the Grandmaster would generally have no chance.

You have to try it yourself to know the depth of it.

Zhang Cunyi immediately jumped on the wall to guard the two of them from prying eyes.

In the field, Wang Hu also became serious.

He touched the storage bag tied around his waist and took out a piece of old white talisman paper.

As the mana surged in his body, he ignited the talisman, and an illusory white shadow immediately appeared, covering him.

"Amulet!"

It is a bag of amulets inherited from the monk Baigu Guan.

It's just that the talisman paper was taken out and placed outside the storage bag. Later, one bag died. None of the three brothers could cultivate the magic power. They could not put the talisman paper back into the storage bag, so they continued to lose spiritual energy slowly. .

Lu Ye and others went through a bag of explanations, but they were not novices in cultivating immortals.

They found a jade box, sealed it, and then buried the jade box with wax in the ground, which could slowly slow down the loss of spiritual energy.

It wasn't until Wang Hu entered the Tao a few days ago that he finally communicated with his white bone spiritual consciousness and the magic power circulated in his body for the first time. The magic power in his body could finally flow on its own, endlessly.

Although he is weak, he is also a serious monk who has entered the Tao.

Only then could Wang Hu reopen the storage bag and put in a bag of various relics of the monk.

Of course, he finally fulfilled his promise.

There were two loads of white-flour steamed buns inside, and he found that they were not bad after being stored for a few days. He was happier than if he had set foot on the road.

At this time, Wang Hu took out the bone talisman and lit it, and there was already a protective spell outside his body.

"Brother, be careful," he reminded, "although this talisman paper has lost part of its spiritual energy."

"But at least half of its power is still there!"

Lu Ye nodded.

"Brother knows."

He shut his mouth tightly and suddenly took a deep breath. His chest kept swelling, and all the air around the courtyard was sucked into his belly. Even the armor on Zhang Cunyi standing on the wall was rattling!

Lu Ye stepped down, and the figure left a trail of afterimages on the spot!

People have disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared next to Wang Hu, jumping high.

The fist pierced the sky, and a soul-stirring buzz sounded.

A punch hit the white light mask outside Wang Hu's body hard!

Luye didn't hold back at all with this punch.

When a person is in the air, his body size increases dramatically, his energy and blood boil, and his true energy flies around, like a giant King Kong.

The muscles of the whole body squirmed, and the keel of the spine behind him gathered all the energy and blood of the whole body, and swelled one after another, galloping like flying, driving the true energy to suddenly condense on an iron fist.

Lu Ye had the illusion that even if there was a mountain in front of him, he could collapse it!

Boom!

He felt as if he had punched into a tough, oily water bag.

It's obviously just a thin layer, but it can't be penetrated at once, and it seems that the power of my fist is dispersed, transformed and removed by the water bag.

The fist sinks deeply into it, and the force of the rebound becomes stronger the deeper it goes in.

When he got to the back, it seemed as if there was a master inside who had accumulated strength and punched him in the same way.

brush!

Lu Ye used his strength to jump into the air and flipped to the ground, his face not very pretty.

This light curtain is like a slippery turtle shell.

It can unload force, disperse impact, and defend flexibly.

In the end, you can accumulate energy to deflect the attack.

If you can't exceed its attack limit and crush it to pieces, you won't be able to break through the defense at all!

(End of this chapter)