Above the Immortal Cultivation

On the sixth day after the Silver Palace "abducted" some monks and monsters on the battlefield between the two clans and within a million miles, including Wang Lu, Wang Lu finally woke up in the Silver Palace Square.

When he saw the huge silver hall five miles away in front of him, the brightly feathered Bi Fang standing at the door of the hall, and the candle dragon hovering with eyes slightly closed, he could not figure out why this hall appeared. Here, at the same time, what was even more difficult for him to understand was why he would return to the Silver Hall again.

Could it be that the extremely terrifying gold and silver two-light restriction at the bottom of the valley has been broken by the strongest people of the human race or the demon race, so that it is left intact?

Thinking of this, he suddenly shuddered. He knew very well the world-destroying power of gold and silver. Once it was contaminated in the slightest, it would be melted into it in a moment.

He subconsciously released a circle of body-protecting Qi, but the body-protecting Qi was like a candle in a strong wind, which was instantly lit and then blown out.

He couldn't help but look at the entire square carefully. Except for the soft silver light emitted by the silver hall and the two huge and peerless ferocious beasts Bifang and Zhulong that seemed to come to life from time immemorial, everything here was calm and calm.

Now, his injuries were so serious that he could no longer even use the body-protecting Qi. He could only grit his teeth and endure the severe pain. He opened the storage bag with weak magic power, took out a healing elixir and drank it.

He looked at Zi Jiu in the spirit beast bag again, and saw that this guy didn't pay any attention to his bad situation at this time, and was still in a deep sleep. However, Wang Lu sensed that Zi Jiu's aura was calming down. Faintly enhanced.

Seeing Zi Jiu safe and sound and careless, Wang Lu finally felt a little relieved. It seemed that even under Fang Tian's strongest critical attack, he was protected by his own strongest defensive powers and the spirit beast bag. , Zi Jiu was not affected in any way, which made him a little curious. If he was also put into the spirit beast bag at that time, whether he could escape Fang Tian's blow and remain clean and intact.

Thinking of this, he laughed unconsciously.

In fact, he understands very well that the spirit beast bag can only contain spirit beasts and not people. Once a person is forcibly put into it, he will be strangled by the space inside, because the spirit beast bag includes storage bags and other items such as storage bags. Space treasures such as rings, storage rings, etc. involve space skills and magical powers.

Their space structure and the space that people live in today are two completely different concepts. Originally, at the level of today's immortal world, it was completely impossible to refine storage bags or spirit beast bags. They were just passed down. That’s all.

From the very beginning, ancient times, ancient times, and modern times, the ancients have continued to pass down the refining techniques of spirit beast bags and storage bags from generation to generation until now.

However, since the end of modern times, people who refine storage bags or spirit animal bags only know how to refine them, but do not know why they can be refined. They know it but do not know why.

Of course, there are also spirit bags specially designed to hold people. For example, when Wang Lu brought Xu Kui from the sandy area to Xuanlang City, he put him in a spirit bag. However, the spirit bag is relatively fragile. Once it is injured in a fight, If it comes, then the bag will be destroyed and people will die.

Take the storage bag as an example. The refining technique and the entire process of this bag can be learned by a cultivator who has reached the foundation-building stage. It does not involve whether you have space talent or how many space attainments you have. It only needs to be followed. Just follow the drawings and refine them step by step.

It's like a painting that is so complicated that it's impossible to describe it. If the whole process from the very beginning to the last stroke of the painting is displayed, I believe that even those who can't paint again will try it a few more times. , can also be drawn perfectly.

What surprises everyone is why only objects such as storage bags and spirit beast bags have been passed down intact by the ancestors of the human race from the wilderness, ancient times, ancient times, modern times to the present day, while other items such as: exercises, Supernatural powers, formations, talismans, magic weapons, puppets...these kinds of immortal cultivation skills are only rarely retained, and they are not inherited in a flawless manner, but incomplete, making it difficult for people to see their full picture.

Because the skills practiced by the ancients are much stronger than those practiced today, even if they are fragments or isolated chapters, there are still many people who are willing to take the risk and go crazy. Of course, there are also those who have deep luck and amazing talents. A beautiful person can comprehend some kind of powerful magical power by relying on a solitary fragment of a scroll, but such a person is skinny and horny.

In the past ten thousand years, ruins and secret realms have mushroomed in the world of immortality. In these secret realms or ruins, some ancient exercises, magical powers or other cultivation-related skills have been discovered.

Of course, a person or sect who has obtained such a valuable treasure will naturally treat it as a treasure and will never let it out easily. However, there is no airtight wall. What they obtained greatly affected the hearts of countless monks, making the already bloody and turbulent world of immortality become even more bloody and rivers of blood.

Seeing that Zi Jiu was fine, Wang Lu checked his storage bags one by one.

In the storage bag, the nearly 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones temporarily made him feel more at ease. In addition, there were seven black and shiny high-grade Ghost King Pearls lying quietly in the jade box made of Yin Jade. Medium; three of the four jars of the five-hundred-year-old monkey wine have been used, and only one-third of the thousand-year-old monkey wine that is comparable to the ten thousand-year spiritual milk is left. There are at most seven bottles left before they are all used up.

These five jars of Monkey Spirit Wine, whether it was the decisive battle with Bitter Medicine, the group in the Sand Region, or the war between the two tribes, made him put down his worries. Now, there are only a few dozen bottles left, which suddenly reminded him of what the old monkey said to him, and reminded him of the little golden monkey with golden pupils named Jinlin.

Of course, the four thousand-year-old silver flowers were also placed in a jade box with a top-grade forbidden spirit talisman, which he almost exchanged for his life; as for the mysterious, seamless square box that still knows nothing about it, it is also quietly next to the jade box.

In a corner of the storage bag, there are the mysterious animal bones and the strange unknown spiritual material left by the master. Wang Lu once used the token given to him by the owner of the Treasure Pavilion, Chen Dong, to search through all the jade slips and ancient books in the sect's Sutra Pavilion for these two materials, but still did not find any information about them.

Originally, he wanted to take them to ask his senior brother Tian Yidong, but he also had selfish motives. What if this was a treasure that made the entire cultivation world crazy? He needed to be cautious. Even though he had a family-like relationship with Tian Yidong, there were countless examples of fighting among brothers and killing each other in the face of all interests. Besides, he could not use these two materials for the time being.

This was also the last resource left by the entire Liufu Sect for him, so he might as well keep it as a thought.

Then, what appeared in Wang Lu's consciousness were the seven six-star arched moon blades that were severely damaged by Fang Tian. When the magical power of "round and integrated, all-encompassing" was cracked, Wang Lu sensed that the six-star arched moon blades were almost fatally injured at the same time. Fortunately, after the six-star arched moon blades were warmed by the treasure sheath, their spirituality increased greatly. At the last moment, the seven blades desperately hid in the depths of the strange cloud, and escaped the end of the blade breaking.

At this time, the six-star arched moon blades looked like seven injured little rabbits, listlessly emitting seven balls of dim green. They could still fight against the enemy at ordinary times; before they were repaired, they could not use the six-star arched moon blades to arrange the "Thousand Threads Blade Formation". Otherwise, the six-star arched moon blades would only end up disintegrating.

Of course, as Wang Lu's life-long magic weapon, once the seven blades were destroyed, Wang Lu would also be severely injured, and it would take at least thirty to fifty years to recover.

Wang Lu took out a jade box distressedly, poured two bottles of five hundred-year-old monkey wine into the jade box without hesitation, put the six-star arched moon blades in it, and then put in a hundred high-quality spirit stones. He didn't know whether this would have any effect on the six-star arched moon blades, but he had no other choice.

Finally, just as Wang Lu was about to put away the storage bag, it seemed that he had missed something in the storage bag. After thinking again and again, he was alert: the finger-sized emerald green nameless twig disappeared for no reason.

He turned the storage bag over again, but still couldn't find it.

It seemed that something must have happened when he was unconscious, but now no one could tell him. It was useless to think too much, so he had to let it go.

After packing up everything and sensing that there was no danger around, just when Wang Lu was thinking about it and planning to calm down and meditate to recover from his injuries, a cold and emotionless voice suddenly came into his mind:

"The 66,385th trialist, you now have one hour to enter the secret realm. If you don't enter within one hour, you will be wiped out immediately! Note, there is only one hour."