008 Long Zangxiang

Xiang Chicheng is now extremely weak, and the true essence on his body is almost all sucked away by the two elixir species. Ye Jianling can't see what his cultivation is, so he has to sit cross-legged with two echoes and settle down again.

With his previous experience, it was smoother this time. He controlled the Huangquan sword and swam along the meridians into the left kidney. As before, he first circled the elixir, and then turned it three times in a row. The elixir was immediately cut open from the middle, and the turbulent and thick medicinal power sprayed everywhere.

Ye Jianling is not as embarrassed as last time. He originally fought very firmly, and just improved his power with the help of medicine power. Now although his whole body is still crushed by the medicine power, his mind is still clear and unfazed. While using true qi to form a vortex in Dantian to absorb medicine power, he still feels The cheerful mood from Huangquan Sword swam vigorously in the sea of medicine, as if the fish in the mud pond suddenly encountered a flood. The baby was actually absorbing medicine power, and it absorbed more faster than Ye Jianling.

These elixirs refined by Yaowangmen are all at the level of elixir, and they are psychic elixirs. They themselves are spiritual and can consciously absorb the sun and the moon. If they don't encounter any disaster, they can become monsters in thousands of years. The medicinal power contained in them can instantly support practitioners like Ye Jianling. When the veins die, the internal organs have to be burned into coke.

Thanks to the psychic treasure such as Huangquan Sword, it can automatically absorb the essence of heaven and earth. In the morning, most of the power of the elixir was sucked away by him. Otherwise, Ye Jianling would have been burned to death by the drug power, because his current level of cultivation is too low, and even if he practices Beiming elixir with a special nature, it will not help.

Badan and treasures are all for scattered immortals, which are not enjoyed by ordinary practitioners during the Qi practice period.

Opening the second elixir is already in the middle of the moon. On the ceiling of the illusion of fairy art, in the dark night, there is a round of bright moon hanging high, and the bright moonlight shines in all directions. This is not a simple illusion, but a reflection of the outside. You can even see the bright stars outside and occasionally fly by. A disciple of the night patrol.

Ye Jianling opened his eyes and felt that his spiritual knowledge was more than ten times stronger than before. The sand and dust around him could even feel the forbidden energy on the wall clearly.

Finally, the two hidden dangers in the body were removed, and Ye Jianling jumped up from the ground.

Xiang Chicheng asked proudly, "Brother Ye, what secret method do you have to digest the elixir seeds planted in your body? If you can help me, even if it can't be completely eliminated, as long as the pain can be slightly reduced. He knelt down and kowtowed in the pile of petals, "Brother Ye, don't you know that this elixir sucks blood every day, and it hurts when it attacks. My kidneys are all covered with roots and bones. This day is really hard to stand. Please be merciful! Help me! If your life is not extinct, and there is still a day to come, you will definitely repay your kindness!"

"Don't do this!" Ye Jianling didn't expect that these two small elixirs would torture people like this. Thinking that if he hadn't had been the Huangquan sword left by his mother in advance, he would be the same as him in a few days, and he couldn't help hurting some kind of sadness.

He solemnly helped Xiang Chicheng up: "I can digest the two elixir by not by any magic secret method, but by a sword left by my mother. I only have the level of concentration now. It's okay to control the sword to cut elixir in my body. If I get to your body and neglect, I'm afraid I will cut you off. This can't be reckless. Don't worry, let's study the countermeasures slowly.

He pulled the two wisteria and looked at them for a long time, but he was not sure: "I want to cut down the roots of these two wisteria first, but I think he seems to have the same qi and blood as you and become one. Previously, you scratched a little with your nails, and you are in great pain. Now if you cut them directly, I'm afraid you won't be able to stand it. Besides, you said His roots are already full of double kidneys, and he is afraid that it will regenerate branches and leaves, which will make the absorption of the essence in your body even worse.

Xiang Chicheng gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, just do it!" These two plants are becoming more and more mature, and their spirituality should be all on the flowers. The roots are old and may not be able to be reborn. Moreover, there is still half of the hope of cutting it. If it is not cut off, it will bear fruit in less than two days. At that time, I will forcibly absorb my primordial spirit, and I will have no hope of life, and my consciousness will dissipate, and my soul will be integrated into it, but it is simply..."

He couldn't help shivering and couldn't imagine the extremely tragic scene.

"Since you say so, I'll cut them for you first!"

Ye Jianling followed Huang Quanjian's Taiyin lung meridian and shot it out of Shaoshang's acupuncture point at the tip of his thumb.

This sword was originally a rare psychic weapon in the world. Today, it has absorbed a lot of medicine power and almost evolved into a virtual spiritual weapon, which is lively and more supernatural than before.

Ye Jianling shrank the sword into a foot-long yellow light, a thin layer, as if the water was shooting, fell down, gently cut one plant, followed by the sword blade, and cut another one.

The two wisteria have also been psychic, falling on the ground and constantly twisting and rolling, and the leaves fluttered out a lot of crystal droplets.

Xiang Chicheng trembled with pain and sweated coldly, but his expression was very relaxed: "Brother Ye, I have felt that these two wisteria are really spiritual between flowers and fruits as I thought before. Now their roots are dead. As long as I can get out of here, I will transport the real fire to burn them clean to There will be no recurrence!" After that, he solemnly thanked Ye Jianling, "My life is thanks to my brother!"

Ye Jianling waved his hand: "We are also difficult brothers. Who asked you to call me little brother?"

The two wisteria on the ground twisted more and more fiercely, as if two people were about to die crazy. When the petals opened and closed, Ye Jianling seemed to hear them crying and cursing silently.

More and more ** flows out of the branches and wounds, and the fragrance in the room is so strong that it is almost suffocating.

Xiang Chicheng slowed down his breath, put his fingers into his mouth to break the bleeding, and dipped some dragon incense juice on the ground, drew a charm in the air, and then reached out to pat it. The charm flashed brilliantly penetrated between the purple flowers and blue vines. The two lovely fairy grasses were immediately sealed and imprisoned, no longer struggled to make trouble, and lay quietly. Xiang Chicheng's hand is no different from any ordinary weed, and there is no longer ** flowing out of flowers, leaves and broken places.

He took a plant and handed it to Ye Jianling: "This dragon Tibetan incense is a good thing. In those years, the Dragon Tibetan Bodhisattva burned this incense for Buddha, and immediately rose up a big fragrant cloud, covering thousands of miles of land. Seven days of warm fragrant rain fell in the sky, the Bodhisattva and Arhats who listened to the scriptures, as well as the major monks and the Dragon Eight After being drenched in this fragrant rain, his whole body turned into gold, and all kinds of strange flowers appeared on his body. Whether it is hungry ghosts, beasts, or even sentient beings in hell, when you smell this fragrance, you will be physically and mentally happy for seven days and seven nights, go to all kinds of troubles and diseases, and grow supreme wisdom!"

"Is it that smart?" Ye Jianling sniffed hard, "What do I think this thing is quite evil? On the contrary, it's like something in the magic religion.

"You can't say that!" Xiang Chicheng explained to him, "This Longzangxiang was originally good, but it was lost with the elders of Tianwang Temple more than a thousand years ago. Although the Medicine Kingmen has obtained the ancient prescription, it is different from the Buddhism and can't make the real dragon Tibetan incense. It is said that several incenses of Buddhism, such as dragon Tibetan incense, lotus Tibetan, sea Tibetan incense, seizing nature and incompetence, all need to have sufficient precepts and wisdom, and must have a great compassion to be refined, just like the reliquns burned out of the bones after the death of the senior monk. How can a person have such a magical power? You can only use the side door evil method to do it. However, this fragrance is indeed a good thing. It will definitely be of great use in the future. Even if you don't need it yourself and give it to others, you can get a great favor.

Hearing what he said, Ye Jianling pulled off the sleeve of his underwear and put it in his arms.

"This fragrance is very good, but I cut off the two plants on your body. When Chai Xiaofeng came to deliver food in the morning, I found it. How can we explain it?"

Xiang Chicheng has thought of this problem for a long time and is also worried. He was tortured by two wisteria flowers for nearly three months. It can be said that he was dying and suffering unspeakably. As soon as he heard that there was a way to cut it off, he immediately put it into action. When the fairy grass landed, he remembered the seriousness of this matter. Once he was known that he had wasted two elixir strains made by the elders of the King of Medicine, he was afraid I'm afraid that he really can't even die. I don't know what kind of torture he will suffer. At the thought of the torture he was about to be tortured, he almost lost.

"Why don't we just break out!" Ye Jianling felt that Huang Quanjian could have a simple conscious communication with him, which meant that it was about to evolve into an empty spirit treasure.

Although the virtual treasure and psychic treasure are only a word away, their essence is absolutely different.

Although the psychic treasure is spiritual, it still depends on the strength of the master to promote it. The master's realm directly affects the power of the magic weapon.

And the virtual treasure can absorb aura by itself. It has its own thinking. As long as the owner thinks it is at its service, he can completely launch it by himself. In a sense, the virtual spirit weapon has gone out of the category of tools and is more like a partner.

Ye Jianling is now practicing four layers of cultivation. If he is given a psychic treasure, he can't even use one-tenth of the power, but if there is an empty spirit weapon that recognizes him as the master and plays it himself, he will definitely have the power of even the newly cultivated scattered immortals. If he had an empty spirit treasure in his hand at that time, the black head is absolutely There is no way to catch him, and he can't even turn around and run away.

As soon as there was an idea of doing a big job in his brain, Huang Quanjian felt that it naturally expressed its pleasure to the master, and kept tweeting and trembling to try.

"It's not that easy!" Xiang Chicheng pointed to the surrounding walls and said, "When I came in, I checked it with fairy mirror Xuanguang. Except for the west wall, there are 36 thunderbolt on each of the other three sides together with the roof floor. If it rains, it can automatically attract lightning from the heaven and the earth, all around, except for the old demon specially given by the green vine. Fairy charm, no one wants to open it, but anyone who breaks it with magic power will be counterattacked by thunder and burns his whole body into ash! At that time, I tried to burn through the wall with a big thunderbolt, but I was blown by three thunderbolts. If it hadn't been for the medicine in my body, I would have died.

"Why is there no thunderbolt on the west wall? Is there any other mystery?"

Xiang Chicheng flicked the ebony board on the surface of the wall with his finger and sighed slightly: "Although this wall is not banned by immortals, many gold and silver blood-absorbing vines are planted. As long as the thing smells blood, it will be tangled like a group of snakes coming out of holes. They are covered with blood-sucking thorns and an elephant. Falling inside, there was only a pile of bone slag in an instant, which was strong and tough, and ordinary treasures could not stop them.