Above the Immortal Cultivation

The secret disappearance of Xu Kui and He Chan and the disappearance of more than a thousand people in the Puppet Hall became an unsolved mystery for a long time, which caused a sensation in the Western Desert at that time.

However, as the years passed, they were swept away by the torrent of time and forgotten by the world.

However, Wang Lu could not forget it no matter what, but after a long time, when he suddenly felt that the disappearance of the two was very suspicious, he had no way to talk about it and could not check it.

The chest-piercing spirit wine was extraordinary and extraordinary. In just five days, he made great progress in his cultivation and was only one step away from the top of the world, the transformation of the spirit stage, which he had never thought of before.

In the South China Sea, because Xiaolu didn't know how long it would take for him to recover, Yin Jiufang finally hugged Zhang Cheng, the alchemy master, to his thigh.

He had been worried about the problem of elixirs in the Nascent Soul stage, but he never thought that he would get all kinds of adventures again and again, and his cultivation level would soar from the early stage of the Nascent Soul to the current half-step transformation of the spirit in more than 400 years, which even he himself felt was unreal.

This is definitely not a good sign, he must be careful, perhaps some kind of crisis is waiting for him.

Humph.

Wang Lu shouted coldly in his heart, what is coming will come sooner or later, I am waiting for you.

Putting aside the bad thoughts, thinking back to the time when he just entered the world of immortal cultivation, Master Qiu Huaren was extremely excited when he learned about his dual spiritual roots, saying that he would most likely cultivate to the Golden Core stage in the future, and by then he would have a lifespan of 500 years, and he could continue the inheritance of the Six Talisman Sect for at least another 500 years.

Who would have thought that he not only condensed a first-grade golden elixir, but also succeeded in the Nascent Soul with overwhelming force, and could even go one step further and become the sky of this world.

At present, I can confidently comfort the spirit of my master and the spirits of the ancestors of the Six Fu Sect.

Along the way, I have grown from ignorance to becoming a powerful man.

Looking back on the past, I feel a sense of longing and heaviness as if I were in another world.

The road ahead is still there, and the future is still far away. Only by taking one step at a time and keeping one's feet on the ground can we be solid and calm.

Like a spark, Wang Lu disappeared in a flash.

In half a cup of tea, he returned to Ziyun Mountain where the Fu Hall is located.

"Hehe."

Today's Fu Hall is more than five times larger than before, and several giant buildings have risen from the ground, magnificent and spectacular.

Wang Lu smiled. This is the benefit of having a peerless strong man in the God Transformation Stage.

Since Xie Lingyun achieved the God Transformation, the status of the Fu Hall in the Fantasy Sect has risen instantly, almost reaching the same height as the Dream Pavilion Fantasy Sect. In addition, with the combination of Tian Yidong of the Refining Hall, if there is no Huangyan Alliance, the Fu Hall will be the most outstanding transcendent force in the Fantasy Sect.

The Talisman Hall, which was once deserted, is now bustling with people and doing a booming business.

Although Xie Lingyun is not very interested in the art of talismans, Bai Yifan, the Grand Ancestor of the Talisman Hall, is a top-notch Talisman Master in the Western Desert. He is proficient in all kinds of intermediate talismans. Although the several disciples he carefully trained are not as abnormally strong as the previous Talisman Demon King Lu, they are at least at the level of Talisman Masters.

In addition, Wang Lu's disciple Ding Yuting, who is in the middle stage of the Yuanying period, has a unique and extraordinary attainment in the art of talismans, which has made the Talisman Hall the center of the entire Western Desert Talisman.

It is said that Ding Yuting surpassed Bai Yifan fifty years ago and became the well-deserved Talisman Master of the Western Desert.

The number of people who come to the Talisman Hall to buy talismans is as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river.

However, as the main source of spiritual stones for the Fantasy Sect, the Futang was not allowed to allow anyone to enter the mountain gate. First, it was for the safety of the sect, and second, the Futang's sales must be expanded to make money.

Therefore, the Fantasy Sect and the Futang jointly spent a large amount of spiritual stones to establish the "Futang Sales Hall" in various major cities in the Western Desert.

With the two golden signs of Bai Yifan and Ding Yuting, the business was booming and the reputation was known all over the world.

At the same time, the sect continuously obtained huge profits from the Futang Sales Hall, and increased the expansion of the Futang and the recruitment of disciples.

In view of the importance that the Fantasy Sect attached to the Futang, the perfect match of Xie Lingyun and Tian Yidong, and the extremely generous rewards that the Futang gave to its disciples, even some good seedlings with good qualifications chose the Futang.

Naturally, Xie Lingyun was a hands-off shopkeeper like Wang Lu.

The training of disciples and various matters of the Futang were directly thrown to Ding Yuting. Bai Yifan, who had retired long ago, saw that Ding Yuting was tortured by Xie Lingyun. He couldn't bear it and jumped out. He first scolded the old-fashioned Xie Lingyun violently, and then took the initiative to take on various affairs of the Futang to reduce the burden on Ding Yuting.

Watching the endless stream of people from various sects rushing in and out of the Futang, Wang Lu couldn't help but sigh. When he first entered the sect, the Fantasy Sect had only two pillars, Liu An and Chen Dong, but the gap in the late Nascent Soul stage was quite severe, and there was no one.

Now, with the growth and relay of their younger generation, not only are there as many as six high-end masters in the God Transformation Stage, but there are also several people in the late Nascent Soul stage, the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, and the Half-Step God Transformation Stage. It can be said that the Fantasy Sect has completely surpassed the Tianyao Sect, the leader of the seven sects at the time, and has become the legitimate leader in the southern part of the Western Desert.

For example, I am halfway to becoming a god, Chen Yaer is at the great perfection of Yuanying, Li Yang is halfway to becoming a god, the violent girl is at the late stage of Yuanying, and I believe you who were amazing in the competition that year.

Zhong Caiyu of Mengge, Zhang Yuqin of Meilou, Kuangdao of Daomai, Xu Tian of Jiange, Yan Yan of Yan family and Yang Jie of Yang family...

There are endless masters, making the Fantasy Sect shining with stars.

Wang Lu smiled and wandered among the crowd. No one noticed him regardless of his cultivation level or the strength of his spiritual consciousness.

He was everywhere like air and appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

After a few breaths, he returned to his cave in the back of Ziyun Mountain.

The stone door was closed, and a sea of ​​purple cloud bamboo stretched as far as the eye could see. The mountain wind was surging, and the slender purple cloud bamboo made a "rustling" sound like the sound of nature.

At that time, what I liked most and felt most comfortable after practicing was to sit in an octagonal pavilion in the back of the mountain, holding a book casually and reading leisurely.

Although time has changed, the original intention and comfort still remain and have not changed.

After so many years of ups and downs, Wang Lu felt relieved in front of the cave, as if the years of practice and all the heavy burdens were involuntarily removed from his body.

He just felt relaxed and very comfortable.

Wang Lu couldn't help but lie on the grass in front of the cave, stretching his body wantonly, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds.

Lying down to watch the clouds roll and unfold, and smelling the fragrance of wild flowers.

Unconsciously, the red sun went down in the west, and millions of sunset lights were scattered everywhere, dyeing him crimson.

With his eyes closed, he lay on his side and slept like that.

Soon, a crescent moon rose slowly from the west, and the elegant moonlight gently soothed his moving eyelashes and slightly sunken eyes.

This world was quiet and silent, and he slept so peacefully and soundly.

As the moon set and the sun rose, Wang Lu woke up quietly.

Crystal clear dewdrops covered his black robes. Except for the robes that could slightly resist the beasts, he put down all his defenses and defenses last night.

The dew was white from tonight, and the moon was bright in his hometown, and he felt very close.

Because Futang made him feel at ease, it was his home.