Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 890 3 Colorful Clouds

The trip to the emperor's legacy can be said to have suffered heavy casualties, far exceeding expectations.

Of the thirty-nine people who went, only five survived.

You must know that thirty-four of them are super geniuses from the evil sect of the Four Beasts Sect and the Dongfang Family. They are all the mainstays of the sect and are indispensable.

The lowest ones are all great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage, and even include fourteen extremely powerful men in the early stages of becoming gods.

Why don't the three families send great masters who are in the middle stage of divine transformation and above? Because the legacy stipulates that only those in the late Yuanying stage and early stage of divine transformation are eligible to enter.

Many small and medium-sized sects say that it is difficult to complete the transformation stage, even the late Nascent Soul stage, and it will take several generations or even dozens of generations before a strong monk will appear.

However, for the great monks of the late Nascent Soul who were buried in the remains, there is no problem at all with one against dozens, but one against ten.

The three sects have a great cause, but losing dozens of great monks and absolute powerhouses in the God Transformation stage all at once is like breaking the bones. If it happens a few more times, it will shake the foundation.

But for Donghua Pavilion, the emperor's legacy was uprooted and wiped out, turning them into dust that was carried away by the torrent of time and no longer existed.

Fortunately, Xiang Feng, Leng Xie and Dongfang Shuo, who were the most outstanding of the three families, survived and gained more or less great blessings.

However, except for Leng Xie who was able to successfully return to the evil sect, Xiang Feng and Dongfang Shuo narrowly escaped death and had a tortuous journey.

Wang Lu was taken out of the emperor's legacy by the blue light in the blink of an eye, with grief that was greater than the pain of death.

As if the space was folding, there was a loud "clang" sound, and he was slammed into an empty and bright space.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

The powerful impact made him roll around on the ground involuntarily, holding his head for a few times. After he stabilized himself, he raised his eyelids heavily.

Where is this?

This place is smooth, flat, square, and about three feet wide. There is a bright passage ahead, and I don't know where it leads.

The entire space smelled of rough, decayed ancient rocks, as if no one had been there for a long, long time.

The air was dry, the ground was dry, and it was covered with a thick pile of dust. It didn't feel stuffy, and there were wisps of weak aura floating in the air.

It's very peaceful and you can hear the needle drop.

Wang Lu didn't need to check his body to know that it was terrible.

Due to the devouring of 532 rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures from ancient times, although almost all the spiritual power was injected into the statue of the Overlord, the five elements of such spiritual materials were different and complicated.

Now his body is like an alchemy furnace. Countless tiny yet pure spiritual powers are intertwined and intertwined, eroding and corroding his body every second. One page of "A Hundred Refinements Make Gang", his body was already riddled with holes and was overwhelmed.

A single strand of spiritual power is a great tonic, but a chaotic mixture of more than 500 strands can become a huge poison. It must be refined immediately, otherwise, once the foundation is damaged, the disease will be difficult to cure.

By then, not only will his cultivation and strength plummet, but he will also never be able to go further and will die of old age.

Fortunately, his body has not been affected much. Since entering the "Thousand-Qing Body" on the second page and digging through the hidden orifice, his body has been powerfully strengthened. This is why he can be with the future. Gui Bajun's confidence lies in an arm-wrestle.

However, what caused him pain to the point that his bones were blurred, his eyes were blurred, and he was worse than dead:

My natal magic weapon, the Six-Star Gongyue Blade, was just lost to you in the treasure trove!

Wang Lu was in so much pain that he wanted to cry, crying so heartbreakingly, crying so darkly!

At the moment of life and death, I have completely forgotten you. Without you, it would be like losing a loved one, breaking my arms, asking me how to deal with the enemy in the future, and leaving me alone to walk the path of immortality?

Wang Lu was distraught. He blamed himself. Why did he release the Seven Blades to seek for a moment of improvement and improvement? Not only did he not pick up the sesame seeds, but he lost you. He couldn't help but regret it.

My seven blades!

Wang Lu's heart was bleeding, but now he couldn't even protect himself. He had to return to the top first and then think of other ways.

"what!"

Just as he sensed himself a little, he was shocked and horrified to discover that his life span had been deprived of one hundred and forty years for no reason. What was going on?

He thought carefully and recalled repeatedly, could it be you!

The moment he stepped into Biyang, he had a vague feeling, as if something in him was being taken away from him. He felt very strange at that time, but he didn't care if everything was fine around him. Now the truth is revealed, It's the lifespan.

Now it seems that anyone who enters Biyang will have his lifespan cut off silently, and the magical green light on the fourth level is a corresponding feedback to the monks.

However, everyone gets different blessings when they grab it.

For example, I used green light to not only recover from serious physical injuries, but also to further open two hundred hidden orifices, making my strength once again take a solid step forward.

Such an opportunity is indeed profound.

Forget it, only by giving up can you gain. If you care too much, you will lose your original intention, fall into confusion, and enter the dead end of persistence.

Wang Lu no longer hesitated. He was not worried that anyone would come here. Just in case, he still released the same three formations.

To do this well, sit cross-legged, look at your nose and nose, and start to recover.

Soon, as the "Six Talisman" was repeated over and over again, his furnace was slowly ignited and heated, and the complex and messy spiritual power in it was tamed and naturalized bit by bit. Wang Lu unconsciously fell into Years of refining and training.

A year later, his injury stabilized.

Three years later, all the spiritual energy became as warm and moist as water and merged into one, and an indescribably different three-color cloud formed by the essence of spiritual energy floated over the Dantian.

Under the guidance of the magic formula, small pieces spread out and turned into trickles, which were long and thick and transformed into a torrent of magic power, allowing Wang Lu's cultivation to steadily and strongly rise, and to improve rapidly.

Ten years passed by in the blink of an eye. After his cultivation had entered the realm of Yuanying Perfection, the magic power finally stopped, but it fully spread out in his body, nourishing and nourishing the "Six Talismans" from the first level of Qi Refining to the Yuanying Great Stage. All the acupuncture points, meridians, eight meridians and various organs are in perfect operation.

It was not until a year later that the path of mana's movement could no longer contain a trace of mana, but there were still about one-twentieth of a small piece of three-color cloud floating on the Dantian.

At this time, Wang Lu, who was holding on to his spiritual thoughts, couldn't help but use the secret of the "Thousand-Leveling Body" Hidden Aperture Realm.

Even he didn't expect that when the three-color clouds melted away, less than half a year later, "bang bang bang bang bang", a burst of crackling sounds sounded from his body, and sixty-one hidden orifices opened continuously.

If he were to attack the Hidden Aperture Realm with all the three-color clouds while he was awake, there would be no need for the Kui Niu Divine Pill.

This also verified what he had thought before:

It is not that the Overlord and more than 500 kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures coexisted in the ancient times, but that the spiritual materials collected from the mysterious islands are ancient things, and they have great uses that are completely different from those today.

From then on, the ringing in his head woke him up.