Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu didn't criticize her. He knew that Yang Yan had something to say, so he said, "I wonder if you have any advice?"

Yang Yan said softly: "Thank you fellow Taoist for clarifying my doubts. I just lament that this little girl is not very talented and has little knowledge. She cannot be of much help to my fellow Taoist. I am really ashamed."

"Fellow Daoist Yang, there is no need to belittle yourself. These six "healing pills" of yours may be the key to our survival. As for Peng Yong, no matter how much he exceeds expectations, it is not an exaggeration. Okay, time is urgent, Without delay, if Fellow Daoist Yang is willing, the more than 200 rooms filled with ancient meanings on the first to fourth floors may allow you to find some different fortunes. If I am lucky enough to come back, just share half of the harvest with me."

Hearing this, Yang Yan was shocked.

It was a matter of life and death, so how could she not worry too much? Every seemingly identical room was protected by its own formation, so how could she spare any thought to break through the formation to obtain treasures.

However, at such a critical juncture, Wang Lu's calmness and calmness and his profound words were like a reassurance for her. While there was still half a year left, he told her to go ahead and do it without any other unnecessary worries. I will protect her from death.

Wang Lu's slightly joking and domineering words did not receive a reply from her, and he disappeared into a ray of yellow light with a confident laugh.

Seeing that the other party really left and took their desire to live to find the dangerous and unpredictable Peng Yong, Yang Yan somehow felt a thick warmth welling up in her heart.

In fact, she was very afraid that Wang Lu would attack her decisively and kill her.

With his own five tokens and his own eight, if he wanted, he could easily meet the condition of twelve.

The golden avenue was right in front of him, but he gave up without hesitation, without even thinking about it.

Are these five words "the successor of Wancaoju" not enough to shake the world and reach the sky in one step?

It seems that when an expert behaves, he or she has profound thoughts that are very different from those of a worldly person.

Yang Yan put aside distracting thoughts and walked intuitively towards a room with an open stone door but could not see anything inside.

There must be some important treasure inside.

Wang Lu arrived at the fifth floor, which was exactly as he expected. There were forty-four rooms on this floor.

By analogy, there are thirty-three on the sixth floor, twenty-two on the seventh floor, eleven on the eighth floor, and only the most important Patriarch's Cave is left on the ninth floor.

He looked around and saw that there was no movement at all, but there was still a strong smell of blood mixed with the thick water-like spiritual energy, so mellow that it could not be dissolved at all.

The spiritual energy on the fifth level is so rich that it is almost comparable to the slightly inferior Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk.

It's just that having too much aura is not necessarily a good thing.

The battle involves the movement of mana, which seems to be endless and endless. However, there is too much spiritual energy and there is no time to convert it into rolling mana. It will only cause the mana and spiritual power to be mixed and confused, and the power will be greatly reduced when used. Not to mention the rules, it would even backfire on various acupoints, meridians and organs, causing the monks to go crazy and be seriously injured.

The spiritual energy that was originally out of reach has become a deadly poison.

This is the principle of going too far and not reaching the limit.

If there was a life and death fight here, Wang Lu smiled.

For others, they are cautious for fear of taking a breath, but for him, they accept it completely and swallow as much as they come.

The magical realm he has cultivated through countless hardships is not just a decoration. The "Kui Niu Treading Technique" that he has practiced through life and death is not pure strength. It affects every blood channel, acupuncture point, meridian, eight meridians and all the All the organs are powerfully broadened and improved.

In addition, his visionary green talisman cloud and "Infinite" are like gluttons that can only get in and out. They can transform as much spiritual energy as they want, and eat as much as they come.

Of course, everything has a degree, and tolerance means tolerance within a certain range.

It's like a big river, how can it hold a vast ocean without directly destroying its embankments and turning it into ashes?

As for the sixth level, he will only use his own magic power to fight, and he must also use part of his magic power to keep out the overwhelming spiritual energy at all times. If he absorbs one bite, his meridians will be completely shattered.

Then Peng Yong and another person went to the sixth floor?

How could it be possible? He couldn't even get up to the sixth level with eight tokens. He didn't believe that Peng Yong and another person could surpass him.

The two of them settled in a certain room on this floor, engaging in a life-and-death struggle.

Wang Lu guessed that the sixth, seventh, eighth and last floors were not that easy to get to, and given his current level of cultivation, he would definitely die if he tried to get there.

According to the information obtained from the two wooden houses in Medicine Valley, there are four major realms above the Transformation God. Doesn’t it just happen that each level corresponds to a realm?

Only those with a cultivation level above the level of God can enter the sixth level to practice normally. Otherwise, if a low-level monk enters to practice, his body will explode and die.

This is why he stopped there even though he had eight tokens.

Hey, even if he collects fifty tokens, he still won't be able to enter if he doesn't cultivate enough.

Wancaoju couldn't just watch the destined person he finally found destroy himself like that.

It will be carefully cultivated like a delicate flower. There are a lot of resources. As long as you practice the exercises step by step, understand the Tao, and improve your cultivation, doors will open for you.

They waited for the entire ancient and modern times, so many billions of years, not less than thousands of years.

Can the remaining soul in Peng Yong's body reach the sixth level?

By the same token, it definitely won't work.

It's not impossible, it's a one-way trip, and he will be completely silent forever.

Although he was a powerful man before, he was like a flower in a greenhouse without a physical body. He was just a remnant soul, unable to withstand any wind and rain. He could only rely on Peng Yong's physical body to survive, hoping to revive and return as a king.

Hey!

Suddenly, Wang Lu's heart was hit hard, and he looked up at the sixth floor, which was shrouded in clouds and mist, with red eyes and excitement.

If he gathered all twelve tokens, would it be possible to rush to the sixth floor by force?

As long as he stepped into it, because it was the upper realm of the incarnation, would the nature of the spiritual energy on that floor be completely different from the current one, and higher than the current one?

If it was really as he thought, then Xiaolu and Hulu, who urgently needed the spiritual energy from the upper realm to recover and were not sure where they were in his body, could they return as he wished?

He really missed them too much. How long had he not seen the pouty and delicate little girl Xiaolu, and how long had he not seen the Hulu with his own eyes again.

Thinking of the scene of Xiaolu and Zijiu glaring at each other with their four little eyes, and fighting with each other, he felt so warm and missed the little girl so much.

Ha.

Wang Lu smiled. It was not that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

First of all, let's exclude the assumption that it is impossible to go to the sixth or even the seventh floor. If he can go, Xiaolu and Hulu will be restored as he wished. Wancaoju is not blind. It will definitely find the existence of Xiaolu and Hulu. With their rare treasures, will they be taken away by the backhand left by Wancaoju, and he will die miserably on the spot?

Besides, even if Wancaoju didn't have that intention, they would look down on Xiaolu and Hulu. Saving them back would be such a big cause and effect that he would be deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself, just like a grasshopper on a rope. How can he untie it?

Maybe he would escape to the void with Wancaoju, and he would never see his beloved Yaer again in this life.

Another point is that the nature of the spiritual energy is not right.

Xiaolu and Hulu need a higher level of pure wood spiritual energy and wind spiritual energy. The sixth level is only one level higher than the ordinary spiritual energy. How can he restore them? Not only can he not recover, but he will also lose his life.

Hey, his own life is not very important, but it will be hard for Zijiu, Xiaolu and Hulu. They will follow in his footsteps.

In view of this, Wang Lu extinguished the strong desire in his heart.

He couldn't help but reflect that he was good at everything, but he had too many ideas.

However, did he really think too much?

Perhaps this was related to Peng Yong, who had sensed that someone had arrived and was fighting hard with another person.

Peng Yong didn't know who the visitor was, but he could guide him to think about the great opportunity and great fortune of the sixth level through some strange magical power, so that he could kill someone with a borrowed knife and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Wang Lu was not in a hurry. He found a place at random and waited patiently.

He estimated that the two would be able to decide the winner between one and two months.

Haha, he really wanted Peng Yong to be killed by that person, then he would have less trouble and uncertainty about the future.

However, Wang Lu knew that Peng Yong would not die so easily.

A fierce battle was inevitable.