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As far as the patience of an elite Golden Core cultivator is concerned, it is not uncommon for a retreat to last for three to five years. Wang Lu didn't plan to do it for so long, but he also wanted to live in seclusion in Mangshan Mountain for a few months before talking.
At the beginning, he and Qionghua and others went to explore the Demon Realm together, and then Qionghua and others returned smoothly, but he was lost on the way back... After that, it took five months in Zhouzhou Continent, during which time the news of his separation must have passed through Qionghua and others. Word of mouth spread throughout the Ten Thousand Immortals League. Those who should be anxious now must have been anxious long ago, and after the initial heat, they have to prepare for the funeral, and now their "inheritance" may fall into the clutches of someone... So there is no use in worrying. It's better to spend a few months in silence.
It's a pity that Wang Lu lived in seclusion in the mountain for only five days, and the peace was broken by a sudden change.
On this day, Wang Lu was closing his eyes and concentrating. While concentrating on shrinking his alchemy, he began to formally study the fusion of formlessness and chaos. As a result, he just let his mind enter the state of mystery and mystery, when he heard harsh laughter from the mountain.
"Hahaha, Wanling Blood Bead, Wanling Blood Bead is finally about to be born, hahaha"
Wang Lu suddenly woke up from his meditation. The laughter could resound through the thousand zhang high mountains, and it must have been done by monks. He didn't want to deal with the monk at first, but what the monk said when he laughed wildly made him pay attention.
The birth of Wanling Blood Bead
The term Myriad Spirit Blood Beads has long since died out in the world of cultivating immortals. The earliest Myriad Spirit Blood Beads were born in the prehistoric age, and were formed by the condensed blood of thousands of spiritual creatures refined by ancestral witches. ability. Later, people continued to imitate according to legends and stories, and the finished products were all kinds of strange things, all of which were called Wanling Blood Beads, but their effects were very different. Those with strong potency have the power close to that of a fairy treasure, while those with weak potency will reach the edge of the magic treasure.
But no matter what the grade is, most of these blood beads are evil things—those that need to be refined with the blood of living beings may not necessarily be evil things, but in today's overall environment of cultivating immortals who are eager for quick success and quick benefits, it is expected that the monks will be honest and peaceful. Collecting the blood of living beings is simply a joke. The Myriad Spirit Blood Beads that are circulating in the world of cultivating immortals are basically not serious things. But now the laughter was full of unscrupulous murderousness, and a bloody smell rose into the sky, reaching the top of Qianzhang Peak. Naturally, Wang Lu could guess what happened below.
Tsk, I was out of my mind at the time, and I accidentally looked away. The Xudan cultivator entrenched in Mangshan City is not a patron saint at all, but a fierce evil cultivator. He came to Mangshan City not for other people. But I want to use the lives of thousands of mortals in the city to refine the blood beads of all spirits
"... Damn, I can't even find a secluded place to practice? Why is the sky so blue?"
With Wang Lu's current mood, he didn't really care much about the tragedy that happened at the foot of Mang Mountain. The so-called principle of different paths between immortals has long been imprinted on him, the Jindan Daoist. The state is so big, there are hundreds of millions of mortal beings, killings and tortures are happening all the time, even with his incredible ability, he can't take care of all of them. What's more, the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect here will send a special person to deal with what happened here, so there is no need for him to intervene as an outsider.
It's just that the evil cultivator in Mangshan City made such a big noise, especially when he blatantly revealed the name of Wanling Blood Bead, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was trying to die... Then the local sect's commissioner should It won't be long before they arrive. It may not be possible to stop the evil cultivator who made the blood beads in time, but when they come, Wang Lu will not have to stay on the top of Mang Mountain, and even more pessimistically, he has spent the past few days on the top of the mountain. His traces may also be discovered by others, and then his whereabouts will be exposed. Within three days, he will be dragged back to the mountain by an old woman who has owed money for more than a hundred years. , the mother is expensive...
Thinking of this, Wang Lu shuddered all over, and quickly began to clean up the traces with all his strength - but for monks above the Daoist level who are good at divination, it is difficult to clean up the traces, and he just talked about human affairs.
At the same time, he directly moved the primordial spirit to sweep down, intending to leave a mark on the evil cultivator. That guy ruined his good deeds, but it's not so easy. As a result, Yuanshen scanned and saw something unexpected.
Mangshan City has now been bloodbathed by that evil cultivator, with broken tiles and ruins all over the place, and the flames are soaring into the sky. And at the entrance of an inn that used to be on the side of the road in Mangshan City. A foreigner, about forty or fifty years old, fell on the ground with his head tilted. There was a huge gap in his chest, and the blood had solidified. The heart in his chest was cruelly ripped out and thrown aside.
The man spread his hands and landed on the ground, a few silver ingots in his palms reflected the light of the fire, looking sinister.
"… why you?"
That person was the elder brother of the coachman who sent him to Mangshan City five days ago. Unexpectedly, he stayed in the remote place of Mangshan City for five days, and he suffered a catastrophe
Wang Lu secretly sighed, he and the coachman were barely destined, the conversation in the car was hardly enlightening, but it relieved his worries. So I gave the coachman silver ingots and spirit stones that day, in order to end this fate.
As a result... It seems that the coachman suddenly got a huge sum of money and began to get carried away. He went out alone and made a fortune. It is normal to want to do something in this small town, but the result is...
When Wang Lu thought of this, he was not in a hurry to clean up the traces. He jumped down from the top of the mountain. His escape skills were mediocre, and the blessing of Ouyang Shang's mother earth in his previous life was not brought into this life. But at any rate, he was the chief of Wujue, and he was very accomplished in immortal arts, so he came to Mangshan City in a blink of an eye, in front of the dead coachman.
Wang Lu lit a fire in his hand, and was about to save the coachman, but when he saw the silver ingot in his hand, he suddenly thought of something.
Where did the spirit stone given to him that day go? Although the spirit stone is not a rare treasure, it is also worth a lot in the mortal world. Could it be that he is so eager to get rid of the spirit stone? No, those ingots of silver are not small change. If you want to live comfortably in the city, one ingot is more than enough. The coachman is also a man with a family and business, and he will not act recklessly like a young man...
Thinking of this, Wang Lu Yujian used a spirit summoning technique to collect some soul residues from the coachman's body - the main soul had been refined into Ten Thousand Spirit Blood Beads. Although the remnant soul was disabled, it happened to memorize some images of the last few days before death, and Wang Lu restored them with magic.
"Haha, Tian Laosan, why did I see you again today? This Black Pine Tower is a first-class restaurant in Mangshan City, but you have been running here every day these days, but you are trying to kill yourself?"
In the restaurant, a well-dressed young man greeted him with a smile.
Tian Laosan laughed and scolded: "Bah, you are the only one who seeks money and kills you. You always get lucky and meet a nobleman."
"Your Tian Laosan can also meet the nobleman?"
"Hmph, believe it or not, wait until some time later when you are envious, waiter, and bring yesterday's food and drinks to the table."
The pink building, leaning against the red and nestling in the green, is fragrant and charming.
"Uncle Tian, I heard from my sisters that you have made a lot of money recently."
Tian Laosan was already drunk, and laughed loudly: "Cut, get rich? It's been a long time since I didn't care about getting rich. These days, I'm happy and happy in the city. I spent all my old private money, because this time my old man went away." Luck, hit a fairy fate"
Several girls looked curiously: "Xianyuan?"
Tian Laosan couldn't hold back the secret at all, and knowing that the girl in Zuixianlou likes these novel stories the most, he took out the silver ingots and spirit stones in his arms to show off: "I met a fairy, hahaha"
However, the next moment the door opened, a gust of wind rushed in.
Riding the evil wind, a young man broke into the house. He was wearing a pitch-black magic robe with hundreds of red dots printed on it. He himself fixed his eyes on the spirit stone in the third hand of Tian Lao and asked in a cold voice: "Immortal ?”
Tian Laosan was stunned, and then furious: "You, who are you? Who let you in, get out!"
The young man said coldly: "I'll ask you again, you said you met a fairy... but a fairy like me?"
The next moment, the black robe moved, and a red dot flew out, turning into a bloody blood skull in mid-air, biting off half of a girl's body with one bite, blood and intestines flowed all over the floor.
Tian Laosan was frightened and scattered: "Ah, the Great Immortal spares my life, the Great Immortal spares my life"
The young man ignored him, reached out and snatched those few spirit stones, and played with them for a while, his brows frowned, and then his brows became ferocious.
"Sure enough, it's the spirit stone of the Ten Thousand Immortals League... and you won't give up even after chasing it here. Well, since you guys are so aggressive, don't blame me for jumping over the wall. Wanling Blood Bead, come on!"
Then the image can no longer be read.
Wang Lu dispersed the remnant soul and sighed. This youngest Tian is really out of luck, such bad luck can happen to him.
The black-robed young man was probably a monk who was hunted down, and he ran to Mangshan City to take advantage of the popularity of this place to hide and wait for an opportunity to heal his injuries. Mang Mountain is far and near a place where the aura of heaven and earth is exhausted, and almost no monks come and go. It is even more difficult for the chasing party to expect a wounded person to hide in a place that lacks aura, but he chose a good place.
However, after Tian Laosan brought his travel adventure into the city, because he couldn't control his mouth, the story of Xianyuan gradually spread, and he was shocked by this evil cultivator who had fled.
There were no monks in Mangshan City for many years, and yet another one came not long after he was hunted down. It is really hard to win people's trust if it is a coincidence. But how ignorant the mortal people are, it may not be that they really met the monks, maybe it was just a dream after drinking too much. So he secretly stared at Tian Laosan, and in the end, when he was drunk, he took out a few high-quality round spirit stones, and after that, the dog jumped the wall in a hurry, and the city of Mangshan was destroyed.
Wang Lu shook his head, this Tian Laosan died unjustly, and everyone in the city died unjustly—that evil cultivator didn't want to do it so badly at first, he was just stimulated. And the source of the stimulus is not someone else...
Of course, Wang Lu didn't have any feelings for the Virgin. Although he was responsible for this disaster, he was not responsible at all. But if you just pat your ass and leave...
"Forget it, let's waste a little time to eliminate harm for the people."
Speaking of this, Wang Lu no longer concealed his aura, and a fierce sword energy shot up into the sky, directly breaking through the bloody sky covering the whole city.
"who?"
The blood curtain formed by Wan Ling's blood beads was broken, and Xie Xiu was shocked and terrified.
Wang Lu responded coldly: "Immortal."
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