Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 555 Life hangs by a thread

Wang Lu had no idea who had to kill him.

In the years since I came to Northern Xinjiang, I have forged a lot of grudges, but they were all caused by others and I had to deal with them.

Tai family?

Probably not. After passing through Tianyun Secret Realm, Taishanxing's status is as stable as Mount Tai. With his friendship with him, he won't be able to kill him.

Crazy Sword Wuji, Yu Hao, Weird Monk?

They were all sent to the west. It is impossible to say that they are coming back from the dead. This is nonsense.

Donghua Pavilion?

The possibility is very small. Having reached an agreement to attack three times, based on the words and deeds of the fat old man and strong man, if he wants to attack, he will not be spared when they first meet.

Shi Wangchuan, the master of Dan Pavilion of the Four Beast Sect?

The probability is extremely low. Ever since Fengzu endorsed him, his identity has been confirmed. As the core true successor of the Four Beast Sect, Shi Wangchuan would not dare to risk the disapproval of the world and poison his fellow sect.

So, who is it?

Especially with the God-Rejecting Cloak, one's own aura is almost not leaked out.

His thoughts kept running at high speed in his mind, denying one after another...

Suddenly, when he thought of the panic he felt when he first entered the Four Beasts City, and thought of Feng Ancestor and Deputy Sect Leader Nie of the Four Beasts Sect, a flash of lightning flashed through his heart. Wang Lu, who was escaping at extremely high speed, His whole body was shaken, and he suddenly stopped.

He finally knew what the problem was, and he also knew that his true identity had long been seen through by some people.

It's just that he has always been self-righteous and smart, but the current situation is that he is trapped in a cocoon and self-destructive.

Ugh!

Ever since he had the miraculous skill of "Deep Hiding" and the spirit-repelling clothing, he dared to travel around the world of immortality with different appearances. This made him full of confidence, but he didn't know that it was precisely because of them that disaster fell from the sky. , leading to disaster without knowing it.

It is true that misfortunes are supported by blessings, and blessings are concealed by disasters. They are harvested in the east and lost in the mulberry elm.

It's you who are here, not you!

Come on, Senior Yin Qi fought tooth and nail to protect me, but now, I, Wang Lu, am no longer Wu Xia Amon. If I am really caught up by you, even if I die, it will make you uncomfortable.

A gust of plain wind blew, mixed with the unique smell of the grassland.

As far as the eye could see, there were endless weeds growing wildly. He had already escaped for 200,000 miles, and the two people behind him were getting closer and closer.

There are still about 40,000 miles away from the seaport of Chuhai Sect, and his mana and strength are less than 40%.

He took out the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk and took a big sip. Immediately, his body recovered to 70%.

The constant high-intensity running made him physically and mentally exhausted. If it hadn't been for the ten thousand years of spiritual milk dragging his injured body, he would have been unable to hold on long ago.

The powerful opponent has been discovered, but he calmed down.

"go!"

Wang Lu once again burst out with strong confidence, like a bolt of thunder, disappearing on the spot.

Time passed by breath by breath, one thousand miles, five hundred miles, three hundred miles, one hundred miles, fifty miles, thirty miles, and a big city was in sight.

Wang Lu raised one arm, and the person behind him was ten thousand miles away from him.

He immediately transformed into a horse army and held a token in his hand.

Slow down and come to the city gate.

He showed his token to the two peak late-stage Jindan monks in front of the city gate and was about to enter the city.

"stop!"

A monk shouted.

Wang Lu's expression darkened and he said calmly: "What's the matter?"

The other monk's eyes moved slightly, looked at him deeply, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that fellow Taoist is a little unfamiliar. Since the identity token is correct, please."

Chuhaifang City is still bustling with people.

However, the suspicious scene of the two late-stage Jindan monks made him suddenly feel a very bad feeling. He didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and quickly rushed towards the seaport.

After more than twenty breaths, the gate out of the city was right in front of us.

However, the sight of dozens of monks queuing up for inspection made his scalp tingle.

At most four hundred miles away, the two invincible people behind him are about to arrive.

Wang Lu felt a sense of despair. The people investigating at the city gate turned out to be five strong men in the middle stage of Nascent Soul with deep aura and extraordinary strength.

At this moment, there is only one way to go.

However, even if he forced his way through, with his speed, he was destined to be captured.

"Fight!"

He had the will to die and just stood behind the noisy crowd, looking coldly at the sky behind him.

The last two hundred miles.

"Let's go, let's go, let's go..."

At this moment, several excited shouts suddenly alerted him.

Wang Lu showed a look of disbelief, and the crowd dispersed. Somehow, five mid-stage Nascent Soul masters suddenly flew away from the city gate and left the city alone.

Not to be missed.

Wang Lu stretched out his body with all his strength, flew out from the city gate, and passed through the square of a thousand feet. The smell of salty wind came from the vast and endless sea, and he couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful.

Come on, even if I die, I will die in your arms, Linglong Hai!

With long strides, like a dragonfly touching the water, crossing the river with a reed, Wang Lu rushed lightly into the endless light sea mist.

He will be overtaken in a hundred miles.

He still has a few breaths left to live.

In the haze, eight small islands appeared in the distance.

Suddenly, Wang Lu seemed to have thought of something and flew crazily towards one of the islands.

Twenty breaths later, when he arrived at the small island, a flash of red light was only ten breaths away from him at most.

The two people on the boat were calm as usual, and Wang Lu was on the small island more than ten miles ahead.

Humph, the island is surrounded by the sea. It depends on how you escape. Even if you jump into the Linglong Sea, you will still be captured.

Wang Lu flashed across the brown square on the island and rushed directly into the "Token Island" hall.

He was still the same white-bearded old man from more than 140 years ago. He was still half-lying in the wicker chair with his eyes slightly closed. When he saw Wang Lu coming, he waved to him and asked him to come over.

"Humph!"

At the same time, a cold drink like a thunderstorm exploded as the red light landed on the square.

"boom!"

Wang Lu felt his head was swollen and his ears hurt, and he fell into coma on the spot.

Finished!

This was the last thing he thought before falling into coma.