Above the Immortal Cultivation

The strong man in front of him is Qidaojun, the ancestor of Basha Hall in the Northern Region of Western Desert, and the grandfather of Zhou Shusheng and Zhou Qianqian.

"Boy, get up and talk. Speaking of which, our fate is not shallow. Not only did you become friends with Shusheng, but you also opened a small shop called Floating World in Xuanlang City. Shusheng first sent you from Xuanlang City. When you drew the Wanli Sky Wing Talisman, several fellow Taoists and I thought that the person who drew the talisman had understood the essence of the talisman. Who would have thought that a few years later, there would be a steady stream of Wanli Sky Wing Talisman and Taiyuan Collapse Mountain Talisman. , and shadow symbols that have never appeared in the world of immortality were all drawn by you. Only then did I guess that Song Liang from Xuanlang City was Wang Lu. However, what puzzled me was that even I Even the three-eyed elders sent could not see through you. It seems that you have other secrets, right?" Qidaojun did not tell Wang Lu his purpose, but told him his origins accurately.

"Ancestor, what you said is absolutely right. As for changing one's appearance, that was a skill I obtained by accident, which made Ancestor laugh." Wang Lu said calmly.

"Haha, okay, I'm not here to ask for your so-called skills. Now, it's the eve of the decisive battle between the two clans. Maybe ten days later, many monks from the sect will die here, and maybe even me. I will fall into it. However, this battle is related to the destiny of the entire Western Desert, and there is no room for failure. Now we have gathered seventeen fellow Taoists who are similar to me in cultivation, and we have brought four spiritual treasures. Among them are two top-grade spiritual treasures. So far, most of the people who should leave have left. There are only 30,000 Jindan-stage monks, 3,000 Nascent Soul-stage monks, and ten Nascent Soul-stage great monks left. I'm here. The purpose is very simple, which is to persuade you to leave, or in this way, I can preserve some seeds of hope for Ximo. I also know that you will not leave until Chen Yaer leaves, and you will not leave even if she leaves. Retreat, so I can only send you away by force," Qidaojun said in a deep voice to Wang Lu.

"Wang Lu is very grateful to Ancestor for his kindness. However, if I have to leave, then I can only stop here in my life. My inner demon is still there and my cultivation has stopped. Please allow me to participate in this final event, Ancestor." In this battle, even if I die in battle, I will have no regrets. It is better to live in endless regret and pain for the rest of my life. Please help me, ancestor!" Mr. Wang Lu Zheng knelt down on one knee and said.

"Hey, is the spark going out? Okay, but you have to listen to me. If you don't want to, then I can't. There are ten thousand ways to make you leave." Qidaojun said seriously.

"Junior, I am all ears." Hearing this, the king said with a happy face.

"The battle between the two clans will change in a blink of an eye. If you can't wait for it, retreat and let the inner demons retreat. Otherwise, your death will be in vain." After Qidao Lord finished speaking, his whole body rose into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

It was as if he had never been here.

Wang Lu bowed respectfully three times to the sky where Qidao Lord disappeared, and then released the Qingluan Flying Ancient Treasure again and flew away towards the outside of Bloody Battle City.

Before a stick of incense arrived, Wang Lu came to the front line of the Seven Factions, which was the Seven Factions' camp.

Seven huge seven-color battle flags were fluttering in the wind. With the blessing of the formation, five thousand golden elixir-level monks were sitting upright in mid-air holding spiritual stones. After recovering from meditation, a huge formation was faintly formed, and a surge of murderous aura surged from every corner. There are constant reports from individuals that they are waiting for the final battle to come.

Wang Lu jumped down from the sound blade and came to a hall made of nameless spiritual wood. He walked into it. Inside were two thousand monks in the middle and late stages of Jindan. The one who led these two thousand people was Lei Shun, who has the vision of a thunder giant.

When Lei Shun saw Wang Lu coming, he strode towards him, patted him hard on the shoulder and said, "What's wrong, are you reluctant to part with me, Uncle Master, or are you reluctant to part with your sister Ya'er?"

"Uncle, please don't laugh at me. A man should be a knight..." Wang Lu was interrupted by Lei Shun before he finished speaking.

"Bah, bah, bah, you kid, don't preach righteously in front of me. While you still have some time, go ahead. You don't want my mother-in-law anymore. Take my token with you and tell her what's on your mind. " Lei Shun was about to knock Wang Lu on the head with a violent tremor. Wang Lu was so frightened that he quickly picked up his identity token and flew back quickly.

Yes, it's obvious that he came here for her and stayed for her, so why should he be so cowardly?

Wang Lu wished he could grow a pair of wings. He spread out his body skills and leaped to the extreme distance of ninety-five feet. He still felt that his speed was not fast enough. If he was not in the Seven Sects camp, he would have released Qingluan Flying Ancient. Bao, carried him and flew towards Chen Ya'er.

However, his speed still attracted the attention of many Golden Core Stage monks and Nascent Soul Stage monks.

An hour later, Wang Lu came to a desolate valley. He punched a magic spell into the token. The token scattered a thick black fog towards the valley in front. The thick fog continued to gather towards the valley. In the middle of the valley, A dark fog door condensed in the center. Wang Lu jumped down, passed through the fog door, and came to an open plain.

The sky on the plains is no longer filled with red clouds. Countless stars surround a half-full moon like swimming fish. Thirty-eight Jindan monks with different cultivation levels form an exact circle. , each injecting special mana into the small tokens of different shapes suspended in front of them.

Chen Yaer is one of them, and the person in the center of the circle is Huang Yan.

Everyone turned to look at Wang Lu who suddenly broke in.

When Chen Yaer saw Wang Lu coming, her jade-like face blossomed into an extremely gorgeous smile. She put away the token and walked towards Wang Lu.

Huang Yan also saw Wang Lu and the other person walking towards each other. His sallow face instantly turned ashen. However, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress the fanatical jealousy in his heart, and shouted: "Please don't be distracted. The formation is about to be formed. Don't act rashly. I believe that Junior Sister Chen is also a sensible person and will not do anything that will harm the collective at this critical moment."

Wang Lu smiled and walked towards Chen Yaer, just like walking to her side in a dream. He turned a deaf ear to Huang Yan's words. In his eyes, there was only this girl who leaned on him in the Jiuyue Secret Realm and pointed at the mountain cloud in the sky to guide him. There was no girl in the Yunhai Pavilion. The girl who stuffed the Ice Heart Pill into his hand regardless of other people's eyes, the girl who threw herself into his arms and cried for him during the competition, the girl who dressed up as a bride and accompanied him through spring, summer, autumn and winter and washed and cooked for him while still smiling foolishly when her parents passed away, the girl who waved goodbye to him when he returned to the clan and made him feel heartbroken but at a loss...

The girl was right in front of him now. As Wang Lu thought about it, time seemed to stand still, and tears kept falling unconsciously. He waved a spell, and the fog gate reappeared in an instant. In front of the thirty-seven people, Wang Lu and Chen Yaer disappeared without a trace.