Above the Immortal Cultivation

Time has different flows in different people's eyes, and different perceptions in different moods.

For example, the Mu Xue sisters and the divine talisman.

In the eyes of the former, the slower the time, the better, and it is best to last forever.

In this way, Wang Lu will not be caught up and escape, and they will not betray their sect and help outsiders.

The divine talisman is just the opposite. Why is it as slow as a snail? Faster, faster, it can break your invisibility and reveal your true face.

Yes, what the divine talisman thinks is not a psychological portrayal of Wang Lu.

He wants to compress fifty breaths into one breath, half a breath, one tenth, and one ten-thousandth of a breath in one step.

"How can this be!"

Zhou Xue exclaimed with emotion.

She no longer cares whether there are people in black or not. Her whole heart is hanging on the black spot that concerns her and Zhou Mu.

Zhou Mu couldn't help but cover his mouth tightly, his eyes full of anxiety.

On the light screen, the speed of the black spot is getting slower and slower.

Although they initially used one-fifth of the power of the formation to block Wang Lu, they gradually loosened half of it secretly, trying to give him a chance to escape.

It turns out that people also have their strength exhausted.

How strong a body can support a speed of more than 4,000 feet per breath, and how deep a magical power can be carried.

When the two thought of this, they found that their hearts were bleeding and they regretted it.

They had calculated everything but ignored the meaning of speed itself for cultivators.

On the other side, as if their wish had come true, the divine talisman also strongly sensed that Wang Lu's speed had dropped from more than 4,000 feet per breath at the beginning to less than 2,000 feet now.

Correct, this is common sense.

Who can run wildly at a speed of more than 4,000 feet per breath without stopping for a moment, except for the super talisman "Pengfei" drawn by Tianfu Shangren, even if there is one, it is impossible to persist for hundreds of breaths without slacking.

The reason why Wang Lu can do nearly 600 breaths must be that he has some magical means, otherwise, it will be difficult to continue.

Now the time limit has come. After teleporting for more than 2,600 feet, he is finally exhausted and can only continue to escape with ordinary teleportation.

Humph, you still want to make a final struggle in the hope of escaping?

Hehehe.

This is his nearly perfect analysis based on Wang Lu's speed changes.

However, the more this happens, the calmer the magic talisman is.

In the world of immortal cultivation, there is no shortage of things that go wrong in the gutter.

Even if you have perfect control over the opponent's form, mood and heart, human power cannot go against the sky. You are not his opponent. No one knows what his trump card and trump card are.

A lion fights a rabbit with all its strength.

However, even if he has calculated all the real situations one by one, accidents still come.

"Ah!"

He roared violently, and saw a golden light suddenly burst out from the space where he was about to escape like an extremely bright golden sun in the void.

"Boom!"

The originally clear and pure sky suddenly became extremely bright, and a thunderstorm of ten thousand miles spread instantly, shaking the world.

This brightness made the blazing sun in the sky pale in comparison. This thunderstorm was like a world-destroying thunder that shook people to their cores and livers, and the turmoil of the world was like a sea of ​​​​overturning rivers and seas.

"Ah!"

Shen Fu was worthy of being a top powerhouse. The moment he sensed the crisis, he changed his body shape abruptly, and the front, back, left, right and top were all covered by this round of golden sun. The shocking blow without any signs made him passively take the beating.

Between life and death, he could only reverse the direction according to his instinct and use the speed of "Pengfei" and his own strength and mana to fall down, avoiding this fatal blow.

His quick decision and the valuable experience gained from the life and death struggle barely saved his life.

He was extremely angry and hateful. Although this critical strike came without any sign and was hard to guard against, as a super strong man at the level of Taizun, this strike completely smashed his face.

He wanted revenge, he wanted to make Wang Lu, who was dressed in black and expressionless, die without a burial place.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Shen Fu was furious and roared to the sky.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, lightning and thunder roared, and his anger reached its peak.

However, one wrong step will lead to all wrong steps.

When life and death are at stake, how can there be any delay? Since I have the upper hand, I will kill you while you are weak.

The divine talisman looked up and saw a smile of unknown reason in Wang Lu's eyes in the wind, and he muttered to himself, vaguely and shockingly: "Infinite!"

In an instant, he felt that these two words were as heavy as a billion pounds. He wanted to use his natal spiritual treasure "Taidou" spiritual sword and wanted to escape again with "Pengfei", but he was always a breath too late, no, it was a very short one hundredth of a breath.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the world was covered and filled with a dense and extremely beautiful green.

A net of extremely sharp sharpness intertwined and shuttled endlessly in the green.

The number of blade threads was more than 100 billion, and the thinness of the blade threads was less than one thousandth of a hair. Layer upon layer, in an instant, piled up like a mountain, in a blink of an eye, raging like a tide, sprinkling endlessly, killing all things and slaughtering the world.

"Ah..."

A shrill and weak wail leaked out from the green light, but it stopped abruptly in an instant.

"Hmph, you bastard, you dare to come and kill me!"

Wang Lu cast a casual glance in the direction of Qingyang Mountain.

Immediately, the whole person turned into nothingness again and disappeared.

Divine Talisman, as the leader of both spiritual and physical form, as a super strong man who was entrusted with important responsibilities by Master Tianfu, and as the true second person of Tianfu Sect, he died without a complete body within five breaths, and died inexplicably. , died as if Wang Lu was chopping vegetables and melons casually.

It cannot be said that his strength is weak, but Wang Lu is no longer what he used to be. No matter who wants to kill him, he must be prepared to die.

Obviously, the magic talisman was not done well, and those who did not do it well together with him were the Tianfu Sect and Tianfu Master who thought they had a chance to win.

His death was not only his own death, he also shouldered two crucial and important missions for Tianfu Sect and Master Tianfu.

But it just disappeared without a trace.

No one could have imagined that the divine runes were so vulnerable, which was a huge loss to the entire Tianfu Sect.

Unknown to everyone, his sudden death turned the entire situation upside down.

"Ah!"

Zhou Mu and Zhou Xue screamed repeatedly, not knowing whether it was due to excessive fright or unusual surprise.

On the light screen, why did the void that originally seemed to have no abnormality explode so suddenly with a bright golden sun? Why did the breathtaking and beautiful green color appear out of thin air for a moment after the magic talisman escaped? ?

And why did Wang Lu, who was always dressed in black robes according to legend, give a look to Shenxuan, whom only the two of them understood?

Yes, what a surprise!

They were so shocked that they were about to be stunned, and they were so happy that they almost jumped for joy.

That represents the black spot on the King's Road taking to the road again, escaping at top speed.

Thinking about it, after this powerful and unbelievable killing blow, which was as powerful as cutting through a mahjong with a sharp knife and wiping out the Taizun-level divine talisman, no one would kill him again.

It really corresponds to the saying in the secular world:

Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and goes away, hiding his merit and fame.