Above the Immortal Cultivation

After a pleasant conversation, Wang Lu gradually unfolded his grand plan.

After the complete explanation, Lan Yu showed a thoughtful and cautious look on his face, as the matter was of great importance.

After that, he put forward some sharp and shocking opinions on several key issues, and the two repeatedly pondered and made continuous judgments.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Lu clasped his fists and left.

Just as he left, a voice burst into his ears.

Wang Lu turned around in shock, and saw Lan Yu with a smile on his face, calm as a mountain, and sure of victory, which surprised and delighted Wang Lu.

So that's it!

Suddenly, he remembered the casual and plain sentence that Lan Yu mentioned before, which turned out to have such a deep meaning.

"Boom!"

The shocking change reappeared!

Suddenly, it was as if a thunder exploded in his mind, and Wang Lu suddenly shook all over.

He resolutely pressed down his body, and returned to Lan Yu's side in one step. He bowed deeply to him and sent a voice message to him when he was caught off guard.

After a cup of tea, Lan Yu made up his mind that he would do his best to help Wang Lu this time, even if he was buried in the South China Sea, he would have no regrets.

The Kong family is located in the north of the South China Sea continent, and Lansha Island where Lan Yu is located is located in the northeast. If he relies on his own speed to go to Tieyu Island, it will take at least a year.

Now it is time to rush to Kong Hua's side to make a decision, so that the people of both sides can cooperate harmoniously and increase their power.

However, this is not the most important thing.

Fengzhou, five million miles away, is one of the five major cities under the rule of the Puppet School. There is a teleportation array that goes all the way north across the north of the South China Sea. He plans to book all the teleportation arrays to see Kong Hua as quickly as possible.

Above the sea, wrapped in rolling waves, a black lightning shuttles continuously and extremely.

Wang Lu tried his best to escape. In less than nine days, a tyrannical aura as big as the ocean swept towards Fengzhou from afar, attracting people to use various means to avoid it.

They were afraid that they would be hurt by the surging and fiery aura.

"Who is this person? He is so strong, not inferior to the late Yuanying great cultivators at all!"

A male cultivator in the middle Yuanying stood on the top of a mountain covered with clouds and mist, looking at the black dot of Wang Lu's back, and murmured in amazement.

Not only him, but all the Yuanying strongmen Wang Lu met in the places he passed by all agreed that Wang Lu's lightning-fast body movement was only assisted by some flying treasure, and they were only frightened by his tyrannical aura.

If these people knew that Wang Lu not only did not use treasures but also only used 80% of his own speed, they would be shocked.

In the Yuanying stage, no one would believe who has such a violent speed.

Outside the tall gate of Fengzhou, two extraordinary late Jindan cultivators from Guizong saw this terrifying scene that covered the sky and the sun, fearing that they, the two weak fish in the pond, would be affected. They quickly withdrew the city entry formation and retreated at full speed to both sides of the gate. Wang Lu passed through.

What a joke, this person came with a fierce momentum, as if he had a grudge against others for killing his father. He still needed to pay spirit stones to enter the city and pass the formation to verify his identity?

The old man was tired of living like eating arsenic.

Wang Lu didn't care about anyone's feelings at all. A fire was burning in his heart. He just wanted one word:

Fast.

This kind of arrogant and arrogant approach was completely different from his usual step-by-step approach. As for why, it was because he accidentally remembered the gourd that he hadn't thought about for a long time, and a shocking message suddenly appeared in his mind.

The gourd was on the verge of death, and it would be reduced to ashes in ten years at most. He had to save it.

In his heart before, the Immortal Vine Gourd was inferior to the Six-Star Arched Moon Blade and Xiaolu, but from that message, he finally understood:

During the Nascent Soul Tribulation, when he was at a loss and in danger, it was the gourd that almost exhausted its essence and forced the passage of time and space, and shone the three words "Poying Pill" into his spiritual platform unprecedentedly against the heaven and earth, so that he could condense the Nascent Soul.

And the key to saving it was the jade slip given by Lan Yu.

Half an incense stick, he arrived at the teleportation hall of the City Lord's Mansion.

Wang Lu drove straight in and fled to the place where the talismans were sold. With a single hand, a small bag of spirit stones flew out. A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator looked at him and sent his consciousness into the storage bag.

Fifty thousand high-quality spirit stones!

With awe, he raised his hand and shot the teleportation talisman to Xicheng.

Wang Lu clasped his fists slightly towards him, turned around, and disappeared.

On the teleportation array, the spell was combined, and a group of silver light burst out like the sun. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at Xicheng, thousands of miles away.

Following the same method, the spirit stones bloomed like water, and he teleported one after another. One day later, on the 22nd teleportation, he finally set foot in Kongcheng again.

The high-quality spirit stones he went to were as huge as one million.

Kongcheng was still crowded with people, and the classic sounds passed down by Confucius were like trickling water, faintly audible.

Without any stop, he spread his body skills and rushed towards the sea market of the Kong family in Nancheng, as fast as a startled wild goose.

Half an hour later, Wang Lu was like an arrow piercing the clouds and thrown into the vast South China Sea, and disappeared in the layers of waves within a few breaths.

Although the distance from the Kong family in Nancheng to Tieyu Island was three times farther, for the anxious Wang Lu, he simply ignored it.

He went all out at a speed of 950 feet per breath, comparable to that of an eighth-level peak mutant sea beast. One day later, Iron Feather Island came into view.

His incredibly fast body movements barely allowed the cultivators on the central high-rise building to see any movement, and Xue Tong's silent formation did not cause any reaction from the entrance formation.

Wang Lu floated in from the entrance as light as the breeze.

Relying on his powerful divine sense, he accurately found the dense and complicated mine tunnels and caves. In less than half an hour, he once again returned to the belly of the huge mountain of Tieyu Mountain where Kong Hua and his party were hiding.

At this point, although his body stopped, he punched the passage where Kong Hua and the other two had walked out before.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The whole mountain trembled under his powerful punch, making a series of muffled thunder sounds.

It didn't take long.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Kong Hua, who was wearing a black and white paddy field robe and was more and more unfathomable, came calmly accompanied by his father-in-law Xue Mengzhou and his wife Xue Lian'er.

Xue Mengzhou exuded a thick and rich bloody murderous aura from his whole body, as if it came from the bloody battles of thousands of troops, which made people shudder.

Xue Lian'er, who looked like a fairy in a red dress, was like a fairy in a fog, sometimes high and sometimes low. If Wang Lu didn't have snow pupils, he wouldn't believe that she had made the leap from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to the late stage of the Nascent Soul in just fifty years.

This woman was looking at him with interest, blinking her big eyes.