Chapter 179 Long Life
Wan Changsheng stood in the air a few feet high, staring attentively below, with a trace of extremely obscure thoughts, and went towards the ice coffin.
As a strong man who lives in the sky, the way of life is the way of life.
Changshengtian is famous for alchemy in the whole bloody continent, and his alchemy is unparalleled in the world.
It is even no exaggeration to say that he himself is an extremely mysterious elixir.
A drop of blood and a piece of meat contain extremely surging spiritual power, with unparalleled vitality, which can kill human flesh and bones.
And he came here for the plow comb.
He has lived for hundreds of years and has profound cultivation, located at the peak of the whole continent. At this time, his cultivation has fallen into a shackle. For nearly a hundred years, he has made no progress.
Condened himself to practice and read the classics, Wan Changsheng came to a conclusion that his own vitality was not enough.
is far from enough.
According to the classics left by the predecessors of the Imson Heaven, all the Imson Heavenly Master who can break through the sky must reach at least one yuan of cultivation.
One-yuan power, this is a very mysterious concept. Specifically, it can turn a lonely desert into an oasis in a flick of your fingers.
This kind of cultivation is still far from long-term.
The only way is to find all kinds of treasures with strong vitality. This plow comb is caused by the heart of ancient giant trees. It is born with strong vitality and is a treasure that has been coveted for a long time.
For this reason, he comes to the snowy mountains every ten years, but he is disappointed every time.
Until... two days ago, he felt the abnormal movement from the snowy mountains, and he couldn't wait to come. Unexpectedly, he saw such a scene.
Fang Wuji!
The power of life cultivation, but Fang Wuji is the power of fire.
These two forces can be said to be natural enemies, and to some extent, the power of fire has a faint restraint on the power of life.
Fire represents destruction and violence, which itself is good at attack power.
Thinking of this, Wan Changsheng smiled gently, and a smile that could dump thousands of women suddenly appeared on his handsome face. He said, "Fang Laoxun, I'm going to decide this thing. You can make a condition."
Wan Changsheng's tone is still peaceful.
After all, even if there is a gap in strength between Wu Sheng, the price that a Wu Sheng needs to pay to kill another Wu Sheng is too big.
Even if they can't beat it, they can still run.
Moreover, once the dog jumps over the wall, the power of the martial arts strongman who is forced into a desperate situation is absolutely unparalleled.
Usually, unless it involves an opportunity for sanctification or some endless hatred, strong people at the martial arts level rarely fight.
Once it is really killed, the world is in chaos, and it is common to fight for three or five years.
Wan Changsheng doesn't want to fight with him.
As an old martial saint, his savings are extremely rich, and he can exchange other things for plow combs.
When he heard Wan Changsheng's words, Fang Wuji's heart trembled, and his eyes faintly showed a bright color.
Conditions?
Thinking of a treasure on Wan Changsheng's body, even if he has an infinite nature, he can't help but feel a little excited.
He clearly knows that there is a rather wonderful flame in the hands of Wan Changsheng.
That kind of fire is called Biyan Hanyan.
The blue flame cold flame has grown in the depths of the ice for ten thousand years. The miracle of heaven and earth conceived in an extremely cold environment is extremely pure. Although it is not high on the fire list, it has great benefits for refining the body and soul.
The reason why Wan Changsheng can achieve a very high level in alchemy has nothing to do with this blue flame.
If you are yourself...
"Hmm... If you want to plow the sky and comb, show your sincerity." Fang Wuji said coldly.
At this time, although he didn't know whether there was a plough comb in the ice coffin, he thought he could not run away.
And if you can get the blue flame, it doesn't matter whether you want to comb the sky or not.
"Sincerity?" Wan Changsheng asked rhetorically, frowned slightly, and said after a moment, "Do you want my Biyan Hanyan?"
They are all strong martial arts saints. Naturally, they are smart. Wan Changsheng quickly understood his intention.
"Good! I'll give you the blue flame!"
Gritting his teeth, Wan Changsheng suddenly made a decision and nodded very cheerfully.
For him now, this Biyan Hanyan is already quite a chicken rib existence. Even with his own strength, he can refine the top elixir and does not need the assistance of this kind of flame at all.
Moreover, Biyan Hanyan remains in the body, which has a certain effect on cultivation.
Fang Wuji's eyes were overjoyed.
I never thought that Wan Changsheng would agree without hesitation.
And the three disciples of the Jihuo Sect were all surprised.
Cold flame!
They can all hear the name of this flame, and naturally know what this flame represents.
The ancestor got this kind of flame, a kind of cold fire, a kind of heat, the fusion of yin and yang, and his strength will definitely advance rapidly.
At that time, it will be easy to enjoy the cool under the big tree, and the strength of Jihuo Sect will definitely expand again.
While talking, a light blue flame has appeared in Wan Changsheng's hand.
The weak flame, like a candle swaying in the wind, may be extinguished at any time.
And as soon as this flame appeared, the three elders of the Jihuo sect couldn't help shivering.
Cold.
It's too cold.
Just a glance, I felt that the blood in my body was freezing.
For the people of the Fire Sect, this is simply an incredible thing.
You should know that the Jihuo Sect is the ancestor who plays with fire. They never know what it feels like to be cold, but now, this kind of flame actually makes them feel cold.
The blue flame is burning in mid-air, and the air seems to be stagnant, with layers of ripples, like lakes in late autumn, touching small ice slag.
Seeing this scene, Fang Wuji's pupils shrank and showed extreme horror on his face, "You... you actually cultivated this blue flame to the perfect quality!"
Perfect quality is the highest level of flame. It requires not only huge accumulation, but also day-to-day storage to achieve perfect quality.
Reaching the flame of perfect quality, you can reach the highest level of returning to nature, immortality.
It only takes a little Mars to burn the prai.
No wonder, he was extremely surprised. Even he did not purify his Ziwei Xinghuo to the perfect quality.
Moreover, this purification method is only available in the Jihuo Sect. How on earth did he do it?
Wan Changsheng smiled again and said very calmly, "Do you remember the battle between you and Roushui Zong Wusheng decades ago? At that time, I sneaked into your nest and found the one who returned home. However, over the years, I have only practiced by myself and have never been passed on. After purifying my blue flame to perfection, I forgot it.
When he said this, he was not guilty.
Although it is a taboo to steal other skills, if an ordinary disciple steals it, he will definitely be chased to death by the Jihuo Sect.
However, as a strong man at the level of martial arts, Wan Changsheng is not worried about such treatment at all.
To put it badly, as a martial saint, he secretly learned this skill to give you the face of Jihuozong.
Moreover, Wan Changsheng has never been passed on.
Fang Wuji frowned for a long time, and his eyes gradually calmed down.
Since Wan Changsheng said that he did not have a biography, it is true that there is no biography. The reputation of a strong man at the martial arts level can still be guaranteed.
"I don't blame the past. Hand over Biyan Hanyan. The plow comb in this ice coffin is yours." Fang Wuji said.
He also played a trick at this time.
He didn't know whether there was a plough comb in the ice coffin, but Wan Changsheng secretly learned the skills of Jihuo Sect and cheated him, which was a punishment.
If it's true, it's cheap for him.
If not, just blame himself for his bad luck. Who can he blame?
"Good!"
Wan Changsheng's eyes showed excitement and fell down. He said, "Give me the ice coffin."
"Call out the flame first." Fang Wuji did not make any concessions, but ordered the three elders to take better care of the ice coffin.
Wan Changsheng smiled, "Oh, I haven't seen you for decades, but you still haven't changed your anger. A gentleman is frank, and the villain is always sad. You are really a real villain.
"A gentleman does not live long, and a villain lives for thousands of years. In addition, since Brother Wan has a pair of wonderful hands, since he can do the matter of the gentleman on Liang, he is not an upright gentleman, but a hypocrite. Fang Wuji sarcastically mercilessly.
A war of words is a very common thing in martial arts.
Anyway, the strength of both sides is similar. If you can become a martial saint, your self-restraint is also good. You won't fight for a few words at all.
Fang Wuji is right. Wan Changsheng is very much want to get a plow comb, and he is not polite when he speaks.
Sure enough, when he heard his words, there was a trace of embarrassment in Wan Changsheng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth ** a few times, but he was not angry. "Don't say any more nonsense, Biyan Hanyan, take it."
With that, Wan Changsheng's hand made a series of extremely mysterious fingerprints, hitting the blue flame, the light blue flame, emitting a rapid fluctuation, and the colder atmosphere.
After a while, the flame beat violently, and a drop of blood slowly flew out of it. Wan Changsheng opened his mouth and sucked this drop of Wusheng's blood into his mouth.
Immediately, he flicked his finger and bounced the blue flame to Wuji.