Above the Immortal Cultivation

After the voice disappeared, there was still no treasure left. Wang Lu smiled bitterly. It seemed that the khaki pill he got after cracking the first layer was too precious, so he had nothing after three consecutive layers.

He didn't know if there would be treasures if he passed the test of the fifth layer.

However, since he got the pill on the first layer and recovered his injuries and mana, as long as he could successfully pass the test of the treasure temple, it didn't matter to him whether there were treasures or not. He was already satisfied.

Just like a dying hero, he suddenly returned to his youth, not only saving his life, but also having the opportunity to live again. What else can he ask for?

Wang Lu was the same. This hard-won rebirth made him cherish and respect the beautiful time given by life more, and he was unwilling to waste any more.

Surviving was the best gift from God to him. He would obtain treasures one by one through his own strength, not rewards.

Although Wang Lu comforted himself in this way, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Who made the voice fail to fulfill its promise?

After the seven puppets exploded because they could not bear their own speed, Wang Lu could not help but feel a little touched. If he found a high-level escape technique, maybe he would explode like the seven puppets because he could not bear the pressure brought by the extreme escape speed?

It seems that the sporadic records in those ancient books and the way of cultivating the physical body passed down from generation to generation are not groundless and useless. It’s just that the current cultivation world uses magic power to break through the realm, and many people have abandoned the body of power.

If you have a strong physical body, no matter how fast you go, I believe it will not cause the body to collapse. Just from the point of flying and hiding, the physical body is very important as the foundation and load-bearing body of the cultivator. Although Wang Lu’s physical body is extremely strong compared to the middle-stage Jindan cultivators with the same cultivation level, he is still as weak as a child in front of the fifth and sixth level monsters.

Moreover, in this tower-breaking, he also deeply experienced the importance of a strong body. If he had a body comparable to that of a level 5 or 6 monster, he could easily get rid of the seven puppets with the broken spirit in his hand, instead of needing the blessing of mana to bring out the power of the broken spirit.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched the storage bag, which contained a jade slip of the body-refining "Kui Niu Treading the Sky" obtained from the Jiuyue Secret Realm. It was not that he did not want to practice, but that over the years, he had not only gone to the Wild Sea, but also went deep into the Sand Region, but had never found a monster with the blood of the ancient fierce beast Kui Niu. Even at the auction, there was no demon pill with the blood of the monster. With the powerful network of the Spirit Material Pavilion, Yinluanxuan and his own Futang, he had not heard a single bit of news about the monster with this demon blood. How could he practice?

He was not sitting on the treasure without knowing it, but he knew it but could not use it.

After Wang Lu suppressed the seven puppets, his intuition told him that if he did not suppress them but let them free their hands, the seven puppets would work together to send out a magical power. This was Wang Lu's guess.

His guesses were often very accurate, but because the seven puppets disappeared, he lost the opportunity to verify them forever.

Wang Lu laughed dumbly. Could it be that he was still looking forward to the joint attack of the seven puppets?

After an hour of extremely high-intensity fighting, his body, mana and sea of ​​consciousness had reached a critical point. He needed to rest well.

Taking out two medium-level spirit stones, Wang Lu leaned against the steps of the Bodhi Zen tree stairs and meditated to practice.

"Hey, even if I can't hold you to meditate and practice, it's still okay to lean on you, right?" Wang Lu thought jokingly.

While Wang Lu was meditating and practicing, the final madness was playing out in the pagodas in the secret realm. A level 6 Thunder Phoenix was facing fourteen humanoid puppets in the late Jindan stage with red bodies and blue eyes. The puppets roared, and the roars seemed to carry the heat of fire and the heaviness of water, so that the level 6 Thunder Phoenix was quickly annihilated in the sound waves of the fourteen puppets.

A black and gold pagoda, the fifth floor.

A level 5 Earth God Bull with blood spurting all over its body suddenly broke free from the restraints of the fourteen golden puppets, and then stood up on its hind legs and let out a violent roar. With this roar, the Earth God Bull stood up and stepped hard on the ground with its front feet. There was a loud "boom" and the whole pagoda seemed to shake a little. The fourteen golden puppets fell to the ground one after another. The Earth God Bull suddenly burst out a yellow light, which instantly bound the fourteen puppets who were about to stand up, making them struggle constantly.

The Earth God Bull came to a puppet like lightning, and stepped down with both hooves. The puppet could not bear the huge force and broke into pieces.

The Earth God Bull came to the second puppet without stopping, and stepped down violently with both hooves...

Within three breaths, the Earth God Bull used its lightning speed and the power of its hooves to crush all the fourteen golden puppets trapped by it.

A voice sounded in its mind: "Congratulations to the trialer, you are the seventy-fifth person to pass the Immortal Gold Weak Water Treasure Temple. You will continue to wait here. This is the reward of this level!"

"Moo"

The Earth God Bull broke through the test of the fifth level of the Treasure Temple between life and death, and roared excitedly. When it picked up a red jade bottle in front of it and opened it, two extremely turbulent flames came out of its red eyes.

Obviously, this red pill has far exceeded all its expectations.

...

There is an island with a radius of ten miles. There is nothing on the island except for four small lakes with a radius of two miles. In the small lakes, the water is rippling. It turns out that there is a small fountain in the center of the lake that continuously sprays water columns from the bottom of the lake.

It is not a water column, but a spiritual milk column, and it is a ten thousand year spiritual milk column.

The milky white spiritual milk seems to be sprayed out from the fountain forever and falls into the lake. The lake water is like a monster, sucking up the ten thousand years of spiritual milk completely. However, there is still a faint refreshing fragrance. floating across the island.

On the fifth floor of a black and yellow five-story temple, a bald and handsome young male cultivator in the late Jindan period wearing white monk robes from the Lingquan Temple, a medium-sized sect in the central West Desert, looked at the fourteen torn apart bodies around him. A black and yellow puppet in the middle stage of the golden elixir. He picked up a black jade slip in his hand. After sensing it with his spiritual consciousness, a trace of ecstasy flashed across his face.

He silently put the jade slips into his storage bag. He didn't know how long he would have to wait before he was sent away from this sacred land and sea-controlling temple. He came to the fifth floor and picked up a flat seat outside. Standing here, he looked towards Four thousand-year-old spiritual milk spilled from the fountain into the small lake. He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, shook his head, and sang:

"Things that are not mine will lead to death; things that are mine will lead to death."

He returned to the tower, took out a lifelike animal-shaped puppet, inserted a magic spell into it, and then forced a drop of blood essence from his fingers into the animal-shaped puppet. Suddenly, the puppet emitted a black brilliance and enveloped him. ...

He planned to refine the puppet in order to have an extra life-saving trump card in this extremely mysterious realm.

When he was involuntarily taken away by the Silver Palace, he was not like others who struggled violently, but was very calm. He had just condensed the golden elixir more than two hundred years ago when he was exploring a ruins and obtained an ancient Buddhist Taoist treasure. What is explained in it are some sporadic avenues of cause and effect.

As he was being swept away, he looked at the monks and monsters who were being taken away with his normal expression. From among them, he seemed to vaguely catch something, but it disappeared.

He did not delve into that flash of inspiration, because he knew that he would catch it again soon.

Even if the spiritual light has disappeared, its coming is the cause, and its eventual appearance is the effect.

His name is Chen Zhi.