Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu didn't know that his amazing move had triggered the whole attack.

He knew very well that he was only temporarily ahead now, and he must keep this hard-won first place.

On the way ahead, the formation would never give him a break. Once he was in it, the strange light might rush in.

Wang Lu took a deep breath and was about to fly to the next hall, but he stopped subconsciously.

Hey, the passage seemed to be missing something?

His mind was running at high speed, and in a flash, he suddenly thought of the scene of the Seven Colors Palace risking their lives to cross the river.

Yes, it was spiritual energy.

"Huh!"

When the word "spiritual energy" burst into his mind, a raging and crazy spiritual energy storm rose from the ground and swept across the place.

It was too incredible, and Wang Lu was shocked.

The spiritual energy here was nineteen times more abundant than the endless beach outside!

You know, the spiritual energy on the beach is fifty times that of the outside, and the two complement each other, reaching an incredible nine hundred and fifty times, but only the passage is like this, and the hall is pitifully scarce.

In fact, he did not notice this section, as if he was blinded by the dark, so that he had no such idea and thought at all.

It's just that there is more surplus time at the moment, which is much more than others. When the mind is relaxed, it seems that the fog in front of the eyes has dissipated, and it can be captured.

The rich spiritual energy rushed into the body like crazy.

Wang Lu only felt that his whole body was refreshing and comfortable. Every pore cheered and expanded fiercely, welcoming this continuous tide of spiritual energy.

Opportunities can't be missed, and they will never come again.

Wang Lu immediately pressed his body, looked at his nose and looked at his heart, and sat cross-legged. His hands made the starting gesture on the fourth page of "Six Talismans", guiding the spiritual energy like tides to transform into surging mana.

Layer upon layer, ups and downs.

Soon he fell into deep practice.

During the cultivation here, the spiritual energy was washed away by 900 times. Even if 60% was lost, one day was equivalent to one year in the outside world. Moreover, it was not easy to get this precious opportunity, so he must cherish it.

Although he was not afraid of the direct opponents in the inner circle, at least there was a chance to improve his cultivation, which he must not miss.

Not only for himself, but also for Xiaolu who was in danger.

He felt vaguely that the corner of the South China Sea must have allowed Xiaolu to recover "the extremely rich wood spiritual energy mentioned in the fairy vine gourd".

He would do his best to defeat all opponents for this.

In fact, Wang Lu didn't know that he was distracted and at the same time experienced this scene for the second time. It was a coincidence that he had an idea and triggered the violent spiritual energy of the channel. It was really a matter of doing nothing.

As the Buddhists said, if you are there or not, you will meet if you see it, and if you don't see it, it will dissipate.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye. Except for the aura that rushed in, there was no other movement in the passage. It was extremely safe and undisturbed.

During this time, the mana continued to accumulate and rise. Wang Lu practiced hard for 182 years.

He woke up leisurely and looked inward. His cultivation level went from the early stage of the Nascent Soul to the late middle stage. If he practiced for a few more decades, he would definitely reach the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

With a small realm improvement, the mana increased by more than 30% on the original basis.

Originally, his mana was much deeper than that of ordinary people. In his opinion, his current mana was comparable to that of some old-fashioned mid-stage Nascent Soul masters.

Mana was a small matter. His spiritual consciousness grew a lot and became more condensed, which made him feel like he had found a treasure.

Wang Lu stood up. Half a year was neither long nor short. He didn't know if others could catch up.

With the improvement of strength and confidence, he went 650 feet away in one step.

Like an arrow shot from a bow, Wang Lu rushed into the black light hall.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths, four breaths, five breaths, six breaths, seven breaths.

Wang Lu was amazed.

He was still at the top, and the formation was still open for seven breaths, without any change. Just after the seventh breath, the violent and brutal black light rushed in at a high speed.

In a moment, he was surrounded by three layers inside and outside, and was full.

"Hah."

Like a monster roaring in a muffled voice, the sky-supporting stick was tightly grasped in his hand.

"Crack!"

A stick was blasted out, and a bright golden light path was spread out in the black light as dark as ink.

Wang Lu followed him like a shadow, and whenever the black light was about to surround him, he handed out another stick...

He continuously hit ninety-three sticks, and in half a cup of tea, Wang Lu crossed a thousand miles and came to the next orange channel.

Black leak stone!

Wang Lu's eyes were sharp and his heart was bright. He saw the fist-sized black leak stone in the left corner of the hall at a glance.

This is a top-grade material for forging water-attributed spiritual treasures.

If the water is deep enough, ordinary rocks will either float or be completely crushed after falling to a certain depth. However, this kind of strange stone is like a black funnel, which can automatically adjust its own weight. No matter how deep the water is, it can sink to the bottom. Sometimes it is as light as a feather, and sometimes it is heavier than Gangshan Mountain. It also has the wonderful property of raining and flooding. It is born with an unpredictable and powerful spirituality.

Under normal circumstances, black funnel stones the size of a finger can be sold at a sky-high price, attracting fierce bidding.

Fist-sized ones are unheard of and unseen.

Now he is short of food and money, and with the treasure in front of him, Wang Lu can only lick the dry corners of his mouth and let it go.

Ninety-three sticks consumed 90% of his physical strength. In his opinion, the remaining forty-six different halls can be successfully reached in the inner circle with a maximum of ninety-five sticks.

Wang Lu sat down calmly, and the word "spiritual energy" once again came to his mind.

However, this time, the spiritual energy frenzy did not appear. There was only ordinary spiritual energy that was as light as the breeze and relatively strong, which was barely enough for him to restore his magic power.

It seems that this opportunity is unique. In the previous eleven years, if he had accidentally obtained the word "spiritual energy", would he still have the idea of ​​practicing for half a year at that time?

Will the spiritual energy still be as blazing as fire?

This thought suddenly came up, and Wang Lu couldn't help but jump.

He didn't dare to think about it, because once he missed it, he would definitely miss it, and it must be when he had no worries and it was just right.

When everyone was doing their best to break through the barrier, who would still have the mood to think about practicing? It was just a big joke.

This blessing is extremely rare, and it requires the right time, place and people to enjoy it.

I can only say that I was very clever and dangerous to catch "it".

With a single hand, he held two medium-grade spiritual stones in his palm, and he had to quickly restore his body. The latecomers were on the way to catch up and pressed him step by step.

This made Wang Lu inexplicably urgent.

As he expected, Dujiao broke through a hundred conch palaces within half a year, almost one a day. His speed was astonishing, and his strength was extraordinary.

This time, the full recovery took three days. The middle-grade spirit stone turned into ashes, and his strength was fully restored.

Two sharp lightning flashes shot out, and Wang Lu used his body skills to escape at high speed towards the hall filled with orange light.