Above the Immortal Cultivation

"Ya'er!"

A thunderous roar suddenly sounded like thunder, shaking the whole cave. If it were not for the strong protection of the three formations, the cave would have collapsed.

Wang Lu jumped up in a cold sweat after he calmed down.

Chen Ya'er's silent and helpless crying and the grievance and despair in her eyes in the dream made him feel heartbroken.

"Alas."

Wang Lu stood for a long time, sighed deeply, and waved his hand, "Swish, swish, swish, swish", 254 ten kinds of spiritual talismans flew into the storage bag like swallows returning to their nests.

At the same time, the remaining waste talismans on the ground turned into ashes.

The whole cave became empty and clean.

Apart from Wang Lu, who else could stabilize the success rate of high-level talismans at a level close to 10 to 1? His unprecedented extraordinary achievement was like a miracle, incredible.

This is the biggest foundation for him to calmly stand in the ever-changing world of immortal cultivation.

"Ya'er, it's not that I don't want to go back. Now my strength is low. Not only will I not be able to escape if I go back, but with your temperament, you will also be killed. However, please believe me, it's almost time. No matter how powerful the Yu family's body sect is, even if they wait for me, I will make them go without return."

Wang Lu's eyes condensed and he put away the formation.

In fact, there was another "one person" who frightened him even more, but he was deeply suppressed in his heart and dared not think about it at all. If the "cause and effect" was touched, with the other party's ability, a little sense, he would definitely re-arrange the layout, otherwise, by then, he would not even know how he died.

"Boom."

He punched towards the sky.

In an instant, a hole as smooth as a mirror with a radius of ten feet was formed under his silent and powerful punch.

"Swish."

Countless clear starlight fell on him, making his shadow thin and long.

"Let's go."

Wang Lu stomped his feet lightly, soared into the sky, and came to the middle of the air, facing the starry sky. With a turn, he saw a straight line as black as ink in the sky winding across the night sky.

Full firepower, full speed forward.

He wanted to return to Tianhai City as quickly as possible, and use the unique talisman he personally drew in this world to exchange for a large number of elixirs to greatly improve his magic power. It would be best if he could break through to the middle stage of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul in one breath, so that he could have the capital to fight against the late stage of the Nascent Soul or the half-step into the spirit.

At the hour of Mao, Wang Lu returned to Tianhai City, which was as lively as a dream under the misty blue light emitted by the sea jade.

Slowing down his body, he walked left and right, turning seven or eight times, and walked through the streets and alleys.

Half an hour later, an ordinary elixir shop with the words "Yaoju" engraved in ancient official script appeared in front of him.

There were not many monks walking on the street, and their cultivation was not high, and they were uneven.

Two crimson wooden doors were half-closed, and a yellow light shone through the room, but it seemed to be blocked by an invisible screen and could not overflow. There was no guard outside the door. Wang Lu took a casual look and walked in.

He came to the door and stopped.

He tapped his magic power lightly, and a small yellow token came to his hand. He smiled and rubbed it for a few breaths. In his "interesting" low laugh, a yellow light circle rose and covered him.

Then he stepped into the door.

"Huh."

This was a large hall, surrounded by rows of crystal clear large containers. Several young guys with low cultivation stood confidently in the back.

He swept his consciousness slightly, and half of the more than 20 cultivators were in the Nascent Soul stage, and the rest were at least in the middle stage of the Golden Core.

People did not make a fuss about the slight brush of Wang Lu's consciousness, just like more than 20 weak consciousnesses sweeping towards him, turning a blind eye to them.

This is common sense and allowed in the world of immortal cultivation. However, once you use your spiritual sense to probe into other people's details, it becomes a taboo and will definitely arouse other people's hostility and murderous intent.

Everyone looked at the bottles of pills with their own names in the cabinet quietly.

Glancing from left to right, Wang Lu went straight to the cabinet in the middle that contained Nascent Soul stage pills.

"Huh."

It was almost the same as he expected. Except for the two ordinary pills that could not be more ordinary and only had one bottle each and were priced very high and only improved the early stage of Nascent Soul, the rest were empty.

It seems that the "Yaoju" in the famous underground auction in Nanhai is so tight.

He couldn't help but shook his head. If he didn't take out some real money, it would be inevitable to go there in vain.

"You, come here."

He waved to a middle-stage foundation-building clerk wearing a scarlet robe behind the counter.

"What do you need, senior?"

The waiter took two steps forward, not afraid of Wang Lu's unfathomable cultivation and fierce and tyrannical appearance, and said in a calm tone.

"Yaoju has always been famous for its various miraculous medicines. How come there are so few here at the Nascent Soul stage? Are you looking down on me?"

Seeing that the other party was a little arrogant, Wang Lu smiled "Hey", revealing a trace of strength. If it weren't for the red halo that automatically floated on the waiter's body, he wouldn't be able to stand up straight.

Faced with Wang Lu's demonstration, the waiter's face showed a trace of timidity. In the previous moment, it was like an iron mountain pressing down on his body, which was so heavy that he almost fell down.

Sweat beads appeared unconsciously, but as a member of "Yaoju", he occupied the advantage of the terrain. If the other party insisted on using violence, someone would protect him and subdue and drive away the person who did it, so that he could never step into Yaoju again.

There are many such examples, so people who come here will not bully others with power.

But he didn't expect Wang Lu to be not an ordinary strong man, but appeared with a force he had never seen before. Although the other party just downplayed it, he had to put away his arrogance.

What a joke, his cultivation is unfathomable, and even his strength is boundless.

It is better to serve such a fierce man carefully.

The waiter smiled respectfully: "Thank you for your mercy, senior. This is the list of related Yuanying period elixirs in my house."

He handed over a jade slip while speaking.

"Well."

Wang Lu nodded lightly, his consciousness unfolded, and a trace of joy surged on his face. Although the price was quite high, he came to the right place.

"Very good, go to the "Exchange Pavilion" on the second floor."

"What."

The waiter was shocked, and Wang Lu's calm voice transmission almost made him unbelievable.

Because except for those with extremely high status, no one else knew about the "Exchange Pavilion".

Could it be that the person in front of him was very powerful or had a very deep background?

With such doubts, the clerk took out a red token and cast a spell. Immediately, a slightly darker red light circle floated out, enveloping him and Wang Lu. Under the attention of others, it slowly merged into the bottom and disappeared.

In fact, these more than 20 people knew and didn't know.

What they knew was that whenever the red light circle lit up, the underground was the most famous "Yaoju Underground Auction House" in Nanhai. They thought the clerk took Wang Lu to the auction house.

What they didn't know was that the red of the light circle also had different shades, and it took a pair of wise eyes and a strong sense to distinguish it. The "Yaoju" that seemed to be a whole and rounded whole actually had a first and second floor.