Above the Immortal Cultivation

Song Fengyu was helpless. Since he couldn't figure out the reason for the hidden space change in the weapon, it was good to be able to use it.

Just like he could make a storage bag but didn't know the principle, he swallowed it whole.

He couldn't understand it, but fortunately he saw it and it was also a kind of understanding.

Keep it in your heart, maybe one day he will suddenly realize it and his mind will be opened.

Hey, he is a person who is optimistic and open-minded by nature. Many times he is so free and easy that even he is surprised.

This formation is very strong, and I don't know what kind of murderous intention is hidden in it.

And the people guarding the gate should not let him pass as easily as the first level.

His face was serious, and he flashed towards the rapidly changing red building without thinking.

Wang Lu silently calculated the arrival of an hour. Under the reflection of the snow pupil, this formation was constantly flowing without any flaws, but he accurately grasped the time of its surging movement.

What a fifteen-zhang, I believe you will not miss the perfect opportunity that made me flustered.

The countdown began.

Ten, nine, eight, seven...

The old monk raised his snow-white eyebrows, concentrated his mind and calmed his breath, ready for battle.

Six, five, four, three.

Suddenly, the sharp red spears in the sky not only did not move forward, but also retracted.

At the same time, the red in the fifteen-foot space also dissipated in an instant, turning from red to colorless.

Wang Lu was stunned for a while, and his eyes flashed wildly in confusion.

Two, one.

"Ah!"

Before he could roar, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the mountains and rivers rioted.

"Boom, boom!"

The long spears in the sky that were suppressed to the limit exploded like a torrent, and countless needle spears turned from virtual to real and shot at him like a pear blossom rainstorm, sweeping him away in one percent of the fifteen-foot square.

"Boom."

A bright red ocean that strangled everything was created in a snap.

"Okay!"

Hearing Wang Lu's fury, the old monk no longer hesitated. As the spells rose and fell, he quietly turned into a red light and merged into the dense red spears covering the sky.

With a "bang", the Kuiniu black light on Wang Lu's body was completely unable to withstand the overwhelming attack of the needle spears. In less than a tenth of a breath, it collapsed.

Wang Lu was shocked, "咻咻咻咻咻咻咻咻咻咻咻咻", tens of thousands of tiny blood spurted out from all parts of his body.

He immediately summoned all his magic power and put all his strength into it. The blood stopped immediately, and the black light floated again. The needle-like blood holes on his body, which were a hundred times thinner than a hair, healed rapidly, but the pain in his heart made him grimace involuntarily.

"Hehehe."

Just as he was doing his best to resist the fierce needle gun attack, a cold laugh that made him lose his soul suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Swish."

A golden bead that was strong enough to pierce gold and split stone burst into his desperate eyes and passed through his body at the speed of a flash.

"Bang."

Wang Lu's body suddenly exploded, and the endless red needle guns turned into a brilliant red.

"Not good!"

Why can't I see this person's storage bag!

The old monk was suddenly shocked.

However, just as he was in doubt, an iron hand as indestructible as a steel clamp grabbed his throat without warning.

The sound of "Ah..." had not yet been heard, and a horrifying scream like a slaughtered chicken and duck in the needle gun stopped abruptly.

Wang Lu mercilessly twisted the monk's neck, which was wide open with eyes. At the same time, a great force instantly crushed his internal organs, and even the Nascent Soul in his body was annihilated in an instant.

Hum.

With a flick of his finger, a storage bag came to his hand, weighed it, and put it away.

He pushed the body forward casually, "boom", countless needle guns swarmed up, and in a moment, the monk turned into a ball of light rain, deader than dead.

As for the string of thirty-six golden beads made of unknown material that tried their best to resist, they were still struggling in vain in the ocean of needle guns.

Because of the old monk's defeat, he would be torn to pieces sooner or later.

"Boom!"

Wang Lu's black hair swirled, standing like a demon in the sky with long spears, letting the needle guns point and pierce wildly, indifferent.

His eyes were full of snowflakes. The needle gun that was like light and electricity slowed down five thousand times. It was no longer as fast as the wind, but like a rolling stone.

The old monk had a strong cultivation, powerful magic weapon and profound magical power, but in front of his speed of six thousand feet per breath, he was like a jumping clown. A random move made him mistakenly think that the afterimage that was motionless was his real body, so he attacked decisively.

However, the short distance of fifteen feet left him no time to react and no room for maneuver. He didn't even have time to use the magic weapon and magical power that he always thought of. He died tragically on the spot, and his soul flew away.

Hehe, fighting with me in a small range, you are like an old man eating arsenic, you are tired of living.

The black light of Kuiniu had been collected by him, and the invisible force generated by the vibration of his body alone made the needle guns that poured into the sky disintegrate and disappear.

If the old monk was still alive and not so anxious to attack, he would definitely give up everything regardless of everything. Even if Wang Lu offered the bluestone with both hands, he would turn a blind eye and run as far as he could. He never wanted to see a fierce man like Wang Lu again.

What a joke, even if he tried his best, he couldn't let the needle gun bombard him. He would be killed in a short time without leaving a single dreg.

The rise and fall is inevitable, this is an eternal truth.

The same is true for the sky-high spear formation.

This formation is gradually expanding, and as it slowly expands, the attack of the needle gun is also slowing down bit by bit.

Wang Lu is waiting, waiting for the formation to expand to thirty-three miles.

When the old monk thought he was coming quietly, Xue Tong's five thousand times slowdown had brought his arrival trajectory into his eyes and engraved it in his heart.

Through the repeated deductions and measurements of Xue Tong and his spiritual sense, either let this formation return to the first one hundredth of the fifteen feet, and follow the gourd to get out of the formation from where the old monk came, or wait patiently like now, until thirty-three miles, the space where the old monk passed by, the slight stagnation and enlargement under the operation of the formation is just enough to allow one person to escape from this formation.

Of the two, regardless of time or the attack of the formation, he would choose the latter.

Killing a strong enemy instantly, what is there to be proud of? There are still three levels on the road to the Holy Mountain.

Oh, I don’t know how Song Fengyu is doing.

Wang Lu hoped that he would stay at the first level or this level. With his ability, he would be able to retreat unscathed.

The rest, just leave it to him.

Unfortunately, he knew that the other party seemed free and unrestrained, but in fact he was extremely arrogant. Once he set a goal, he would never allow himself to retreat even a single step.

Alas, things have come to this point. He can only go all out to speed up and break through the five holy mountain levels as soon as possible, and step into the holy mountain one step earlier than him.

Only in this way, perhaps he can save his life.

Wang Lu stood still like a mountain, waiting for the moment to go out.