Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 1138: Infinite Cultivation

Infinite, countless, unmeasurable.

The stars in the sky, all the creatures on the earth, all the sand in the desert, and the raindrops that have fallen from the sky since ancient times, all added together, are just a hair on Wuliang's body.

Infinite, endless numbers, unimaginable quantities, any astronomical number looks bleak in front of it, it occupies the supreme peak of the series.

Wang Lu was immersed in the vast and boundless ocean, as if he had returned to the terrifying scene of the Tianyun Secret Realm Guantian Tower where he transformed into a fish being swallowed by the whirlpool of stars. He went to the Bitter River Secret Realm to the real colorful Bitter River and obtained the "Infinite" at high altitude. "The moving and heart-wrenching scene.

Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo…

Countless words, numbers, and symbols that were like a heavenly book were intertwined and fused and flew into his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was eloquent, mighty, and marched straight in. Wang Lu was completely trapped and unable to extricate himself.

He had long forgotten the agreement made by Xiqi Yinluanxuan half a year later. Even if he was prepared to use a needle to remind himself, it was useless. He was like an unconscious wooden man without any pain.

His eyes shot out piece by piece, layer by layer, piles of countless numbers and the secrets of infinite techniques.

He is solemn and solemn like a devout believer, accepting and absorbing the detailed explanation and analysis of him by the person who wrote the book "Infinite"...

The sun rises and the moon sets, spring passes and autumn comes.

The grass grows and the grass dries up again and again, the winter snow comes again and again, and the people who come here to experience and pass through this mountain change one after another.

Wang Lu remained the same, stable and motionless.

What moves is that his eyes are shining unconsciously, either in March or May, in one or two years, in three to five years, or in seventy or eight years, and his aura is like water dripping through stone, accumulating and rising.

This kind of momentum is not the way of swordsmanship, not the way of swords, not the way of strength, not the way of Dharma, not the way of talismans, or any of the three thousand avenues. Not only is he unable to explain the way, but everyone who sees it is confused and at a loss. .

Blah, blah, blah...

The years are long, gone like running water and never come back.

Three years, eight years, thirteen years, twenty years, thirty-five years, fifty-one years, sixty-four years, seventy-eight years, one day in ninety-five years, Wang Lu gently opened the blurred and... Hazy eyes.

He woke up.

"Uh oh..."

As if he hadn't been able to move for a long time, his body was a little stiff. He let out a long cry, turned his neck, shook his hands, and pressed his legs.

Hey, intact.

"how!"

When he turned his eyes and swept away his consciousness, Zi Jiu stared at him with aggrieved and ferocious eyes, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces, barbaric and cruel.

"Ha ha……"

Wang Lu scratched his head in embarrassment and completely forgot about this little ancestor. He counted with his fingers and found that grandma has been a vicious person for ninety-five years.

Zi Jiu must have eaten up all the spirit crystals. Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, he tore up the spirit beast bag and ran out without explanation.

Maybe people were still worried about him, but in the end, he was disappointed. Not only was he not hurt at all, but he was also practicing so much that he forgot about it.

Helpless, Zijiu endured her temper and waited patiently and patiently. It was really a bit impatient to wait.

Finally, it waited, and I also waited for its murderous gaze.

"Ding!"

"Ouch!"

Wang Lu yelled and fell to the ground. He kicked his legs wildly on the ground and foamed at the mouth. He took a few big mouthfuls of "Gulu Gulu" and then stopped moving.

"squeak."

Zijiu screamed and came to him in an instant, and her two huge wings flapped towards him in a panic...

Wang Lu pretended to be dead and enjoyed the gentle breeze.

Under normal circumstances, it could still be Qingfeng, which was full of powerful wind blades that even he didn't dare to take on.

No, I can't pretend anymore. If I keep pretending, Zi Jiu's two bright, magical and beautiful little eyes will be so anxious that she will almost cry.

"what!"

Wang Lu jumped up like a carp, and quickly gestured with his hands, forming a grass nest woven with six hundred thousand year old spiritual materials.

Zi Jiu glared at him angrily, and then happily flew into the nest, as if she hadn't closed her eyes for a long, long time, her eyelids were twitching, and she fell into a deep sleep in less than a breath.

Seeing Zi Jiu falling asleep so quickly, for some reason, a strong wave of tiredness came over him. Wang Lu slowly fell to the ground, and just like Zi Jiu, he quickly fell asleep.

After ninety-five years of whole-hearted study, deduction, pondering and practice, my mind is exhausted.

He is tired.