Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 972 1 Killing in anger

Wang Lu and the two came to Fengming Valley, and in the silver light, they teleported to the Dream Building in the Seven Giants City.

The person guarding this place is no longer Xie Huaicheng, but a male cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul who looks vaguely similar to him and has deep magical power.

Seeing the arrival of the two men, the young male cultivator was startled and said calmly: "Xie Youliang of the Dream Sect meets the ancestor."

Wang Lu asked: "Where is Xie Huaicheng?"

Xie Youliang replied: "My uncle rushed to Miaonian City thirty years ago. It is said that from Master Huang... After Huang Yan eradicated the Feng Yan Sect, the Miao Nian Sect valued him very much, so my uncle took the order of the sect to go there. Investigating the movements of both of them, there is no news yet.”

"Well, I understand, it is a good practice to practice. If you follow the sect and Senior Sister Xie, you will follow me. Don't be afraid of anyone, otherwise once you lose your Taoist heart, you will have a heart of fear, which will be harmful to your future cultivation. I I’ll go meet Senior Brother Huang Yan for a while.”

Wang Lu patted Xie Youliang's shoulder and encouraged him.

The other party was quite conflicted about Huang Yan, fearing and admiring him at the same time.

More than one hundred and seventy years later, Huang Yan's influence on the disciples of the sect remains undiminished.

At first glance, even the powerful Nascent Soul stage masters at the top of the sect still have a deep respect for him. If he leads people from the same sect to attack, his morale and state of mind will drop before the battle.

I must change their mindset, and this is a good opportunity.

Huang Yan, Senior Brother Huang, please don’t disappoint me.

Hearing this, Xie Youliang's eyes flashed.

He knew how powerful Master Wang was. With him taking action, the constant worry of "when will Huang Yan come to kill" would have a result.

Even if they were tied, Huang Yan would not dare to act rashly as long as his master was there.

Moreover, the master's strength is not only unpredictable, but he is also the leading Fu Dao master in the Western Desert. With him sitting and following him, it will be difficult for the sect not to prosper.

After leaving the Dream Building, the two of them rushed to the Spiritual Materials Pavilion without any secret.

Before leaving, he wanted to hand over the jade slip about the Lotus Spirit Root to Senior Sister Zhu Ning.

Two hundred years have passed in a flash. I wonder how she is doing?

Lingcai Pavilion still occupies the bustling street, but most people turn a blind eye to it and pass by in a hurry, which is in sharp contrast to the bustling market.

When Wang Lu saw the situation, he felt a "clang" sound in his heart, which was so shocking that he could hardly breathe.

He walked in with a serious look on his face.

It was extremely quiet inside and you could hear a pin drop.

Yu Jiazheng, who has reached the peak of his cultivation in the early stage of Yuanying, is standing in the hall, staring alone and coldly at the three great monks in the late stage of Yuanying who are facing him with arrogant sneers and malicious intentions.

There were more than thirty people who were worried, angry, booing, or meaningfully forming a semi-circle.

Everyone felt that the two strangers with unfathomable strength were even more silent, not even daring to take a breath.

When Yu Jia saw Wang Lu, her eyes suddenly turned red.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

The three late Nascent Soul monks who faced her directly let out three short, rapid and frightening screams without any warning. They didn't even have time to let out a roar, as if their throats were pinched by an iron pliers and twisted hard. , and immediately came to an abrupt end.

Their deaths were so unexpected!

Boom, boom, boom.

You must know that the three of them are terrifying late-stage Nascent Soul monks, and their bodies fell heavily to the ground without any resistance.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

It wasn't until the three of them were truly dead that the people around them with varying levels of cultivation opened their eyes in disbelief and let out one after another screams of terror.

"Hmph, don't say that I won't give you a chance. I will wait for you here for three days. Once these three days are over, no matter what grudges you have with Lingcai Pavilion, everything will disappear. If there is anything wrong with Lingcai Pavilion in the future, it will be cleared up. The blame is all on you. I am the king of the Dream Sect. If you have any conspiracies and tricks, just use them and I will take over."

These words suddenly came out from the hall of Lingcai Pavilion, and spread out in all directions for more than a hundred miles.

No matter the monks on the street or all the people in the buildings within a hundred miles, they all heard his unusually calm but extremely angry declaration very clearly.

"boom."

A small part of the Seven Giants City was instantly boiling with discussions and arguments.

They didn't know what happened in the Spiritual Material Pavilion, but as soon as the word "Wang Lu" came out, 90% of them were shocked.

People couldn't help but be curious and spread out their body skills to escape towards the Spiritual Materials Pavilion.

For a time, dark clouds rolled over the city, and heroes gathered.

"boom."

In an instant, the six-star Gongyue Blade that passed through the three heavenly souls burst into a beautiful yet terrifying blue light and disappeared with a "whoosh".

"Uncle Master."

Yu Jia couldn't bear it any longer, tears rolled down her face, and she hugged Wang Lu.

Wang Lu smiled heartbrokenly and said: "If you don't cry, no one will dare to touch a single hair of my Spiritual Material Pavilion as long as my uncle is here. Anyone who dares to do so will die."

"Ah."

Yu Jia burst into tears, which made his heart beat like a knife.

He comforted: "Don't cry anymore. They are all charming girls. How can you be worthy of your master if you cry?"

"Wow……"

Hearing the word "Master", Yu Jia felt even more sad and tears came to her eyes.

"Hmph, bad luck."

Wang Lu shouted coldly, and three corpses flew out and floated upright above the Spiritual Material Pavilion.

Without his permission, no one dares to collect the body.

Everyone was frightened, Wang Lu was simply a devil.

Without asking for the reason, he just killed people directly, which is cruel and violent, which is heinous.

Liu Zhiyuan on the side watched it as it was, and his mind was in turmoil.

Wang Lu's method of instantly killing three great monks in the late Nascent Soul without saying a word was simply satisfying and addictive.

They don't care whether the other party is reasonable or unreasonable, they don't ask about the strong backgrounds of the three people, and they don't feel their feelings and everyone else's feelings at all.

Just kill.

The passion he had not experienced for a long time was mobilized by him, and Wang Lu's arbitrary actions gave him the lofty ambition to conquer the world and kill me, the best in the world.

Then there is the fierce declaration that he only loves Lingcai Pavilion and that woman.

The tough man's tenderness is undoubtedly on display.

"Are you waiting to die? Why don't you leave?"

When everyone heard Wang Lu's sarcastic words, chills ran down their spines and they jumped up and down.

Wang Lu gave Liu Zhi a look. He naturally knew the elegant meaning of Xiange after hearing it, and said gently: "Excuse me, little friend, what is going on?"

When Yu Jia heard this, she finally stopped crying. Unable to appreciate his cultivation at all, she bowed shyly and said, "Greetings to my senior, since my master drove to Hexi three years ago..."

Just when he said this, Wang Lu waved his hand and said with heartache: "Stop talking, take me to the burial place of senior sister. I want to see her in person."

"Ah."

Yu Jia held back her sadness, and under the watchful eyes of countless people, the three of them soared into the sky on the green bird and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's fun to watch."

The three famous monks who died were highly respected elders of the Zeng family, the first family in the Western Desert.

As soon as this incident came out, Wang Lu was slapped in the face without any explanation. The Zeng family would settle the score with him no matter what.

If not, where would their face be? How did they gain a foothold in the Western Desert?

Otherwise, it will only become a joke in the Western Desert and even the entire world of immortality!

What a shame!

For a time, various forces, large and small, took action upon hearing the news, and all kinds of conspiracies and strategies were staged in some invisible and dark corners.

Those who took the opportunity to replace the Zeng family, those who suppressed the Zeng family, those who plotted against the Dream Sect, those who occupied the jealous Spiritual Materials Pavilion...the list was endless.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lu's sudden rage shook the entire West Desert.