Above the Immortal Cultivation

In Wang Lu's opinion, if he wanted to increase his speed to a higher level, he would have to open up some acupoints or meridians in his body again. He was also thinking of giving it a try.

Calculating the time, this retreat lasted for forty-seven years.

In less than seven years, the bloody killing in that mysterious place would begin.

After more than a year back in Tianhai City, three to five years to stabilize his cultivation, and more than a year to go there, there was not much surplus time, just enough.

After so many years, I don't know how Song Fengyu has refined the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade. He was looking forward to it.

Retracting his thoughts, Wang Lu roared, and his voice penetrated the distant sky, expressing his endless joy like a drunken man.

"Go!"

The "Crossing the Clouds" body movement unfolded, like an arrow shot from a string through the clouds, leaving countless afterimages at lightning speed, and disappeared in the raging waves.

Wang Lu couldn't help but tremble in his heart. He ran faster and faster, and he was more and more happy.

From 400 feet per breath, he reached the first limit speed of 600 feet. When he thought he couldn't go any faster, his stronger body burst out an invisible force of propulsion, and he increased his speed by another 50 feet.

Directly breaking through the bottleneck and breaking through the extreme realm was incredible, completely overturning his inherent thinking.

"Hahahahaha!"

Riding the wind and waves, the unreachable South China Sea left him laughing.

However, reaching 650 feet, his body was already tense. If he went faster, it would definitely hurt his body, and it was possible that it would disintegrate and collapse.

He wanted to rely on the powerful spiritual perception of the Nascent Soul stage and his further understanding of the great way of heaven and earth on the way back to re-study and deduce "Crossing the Clouds", but he thought about it and gave up.

Speed ​​is his major killer, and the current realm is completely sufficient. He is worried that in the process of falling into deep research, he will unconsciously miss time, which is too much of a loss, and it is a bit of a small loss.

The guy Xian Teng gave a deadline of two hundred years, but sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Time is like water, it just flows away.

As for Kong Hua and Xiaoyaozi who came to the South China Sea to find the blood of the Qilin, they were so busy with their own affairs that they could not split themselves.

Only when they meet, they can settle the cause and effect.

Hmm?

Thinking of the gourd, Wang Lu suddenly pressed down his body with a chill.

In the past, the gourd was lying on the golden elixir and absorbing the essence of the golden elixir, and it became the Nascent Soul. Not only was there no movement, but even its shadow was not seen.

This is too strange!

Could it be swallowed by the Nascent Soul?

He hurriedly searched everywhere in his body, but he could not see any trace of the gourd.

The Nascent Soul sensed Wang Lu's urgent call, opened his eyes confusedly, thought for a while, and shook his head in confusion, indicating that he had never seen it before.

Strange, strange!

The gourd disappeared, and Xiaolu and the green bird also disappeared. Wang Lu had a very bad feeling.

Fortunately, the Four-sided Dingtian Ding was still there.

The Yuanying spit out a little, and the Four-sided Dingtian Ding with a faint blue light came in front of him.

Staring at the Dingtian Ding with a little spirituality, he knew that this Ding must know something, but its intelligence was too low, just like a summer insect can't talk about ice, and there is no way to communicate at all.

Looking at the Four-sided Dingtian Ding that seemed a little aggrieved, Wang Lu sighed deeply, letting the waves sweep and the waves hit, standing for a long time, unmoved by wind and rain.

Maybe it will be a long, long time before I can see you again.

For a day and a night, Wang Lu stood in the air like a stone sculpture. He frantically searched for the little green gourd and the green bird in his body, but there was no clue and nothing.

At this time, in the hole of the void, Xiaolu was like a tiny dot in deep sleep, emitting a faint green light, but the green light flickered and flickered.

Xiao Lu was unconsciously trying his best to prolong his survival time with his own power of origin.

And the Immortal Vine Gourd had almost reached the limit of what it could do.

At the last moment of its demise, it spit out Xiao Lu and used the smallest Void Hole in Wang Lu's body to slow down the loss of its origin. If it lasted for more than two hundred years, it might be able to extend its chance of survival for a few more years.

In fact, the gourd was also extremely surprised. The Void Hole can only be produced from the human body when it reaches a certain realm. However, it is really unimaginable that Wang Lu can make it appear when he is only in the Nascent Soul stage.

It is precisely because of the magical appearance of the Void Hole that it dared to use its few origins to conceal the secrets of heaven, avoid the thunder tribulation, and send the three words "Bao Ying Dan" to Wang Lu's soul.

It tried its best to ensure that he could successfully form a baby.

After almost exhausting the origin, it merged with it again, hoping to use this hole, perhaps to survive for a few more years.

Wang Lu's face was gloomy, almost dripping with water, and he was upset and angry. His anger gradually grew and burned in his body. At this moment, the irregular warm white jade on his chest immediately emitted a mysterious breath as cold as ice, which instantly extinguished his nameless anger.

It's time and fate, forget it, let's go.

With a huge sense of loss in his heart, Wang Lu left like the wind.

Due to the increased speed, huge magic power, and stronger body, he traveled a distance of 150 million miles without meditating to recover for a breath. He rushed explosively like never before, and even many ferocious sea beasts were afraid to avoid him and stayed away.

Are you kidding? This person is like a demon god, rushing around with anger, and while rushing, he was so powerful that he pressed down the huge waves within a radius of five miles and disappeared.

The speed was so fast that even if they grew wings, they would still be unable to catch up.

This man is so domineering and fierce that it is beyond imagination.

One year and two months later, a vast land is in sight, and a huge city comes into view.

Wang Lu slowed down, quickly crossed the square, and passed through the city gate.

After 48 years, he returned to Tianhai City using the identity of "Qiu Qingrong".

Every day, there are countless monks returning from the South China Sea, walking through the crowds, turning left and right, crossing the streets and alleys.

Three hours later, the sun sets and the curtain opens.

Thousands of lights are shining in the houses. When they arrive in front of a small courtyard covering less than half an acre, Wang Lu pulls the purple ring of the copper door, "ding ding ding ding", and pulls it eight times in a regular and rhythmic manner, and waits silently.

This place is the edge of Tianhai City, and every household is close to each other. In Tianhai City, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, it can be considered a wealthy family to have such a large house.

There were two mundane lanterns hanging in front of the door. Two dim yellow lights shone through the oil paper, making Wang Lu's shadow appear vague and wandering.