Chapter 1849: Immortal Elixir Seven-Aperture Linglong Tree

It was enough to make even this calm and indifferent person like him a little jealous.

Yuqing Palace.

The place was empty. Meng Sheng did not see Chen Xun, but he saw He Ling.

"Senior He Ling, this immortal medicine was obtained by chance, and I would like to plant it in the sect."

"No need."

But He Ling shook his head, without any covetous look in his eyes, "You keep this immortal medicine yourself, even big brother can't give it to you, if you give it to me, it will cause a lot of trouble, keep it for yourself."

This medicine is useless to eldest brother, but everyone in the Immortal Realm has close relatives. No matter who eldest brother gives it to, it will make others feel disappointed and regretful. This kind of thing is the best for whoever gets it.

"Senior He Ling..."

"You are a person with great luck. How can our sect take away your luck? Using it for yourself is equivalent to using it for our sect. I will spread this message." He Ling smiled, "Don't let the old seniors regret it. You can use it yourself. We will not ask."

"Yes." Meng Sheng bowed. He had always been respectful to Chen Xun's family and understood the reason, so he didn't say much.

"Meng Sheng, don't worry. If this elixir is born in the fairyland, big brother will find it one by one." He Ling smiled, knowing what Meng Sheng meant.

"Then I won't bother Senior He Ling any longer." Meng Sheng took a deep breath, turned around and left with big strides.

A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he was wondering where his senior had gone. He hadn't seen him for many years.

one year later.

Wanxuan is in the eastern land, where ancient Daoyuan is buried.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled like a river in the sky, and seventy-two fairy rainbows spanned the sky, illuminating the broken world with brilliant light.

Deep in the abyss, a seven-aperture exquisite tree swallows and exhales chaos, and its nine jade leaves flow with the rhythm of yin and yang. It is the legendary elixir of immortality that can rebuild the foundation of Taoism.

On the twelve white jade observation platforms suspended thousands of miles away, more than ten forces sat in silence.

The twelve Hades elders of the Xuanming Sect, one of the Nine Profound Forces, formed the Nine Nether Locking Heaven Formation, the Three Holy Emperors of the Immortal Kingdom held a miniature map of the galaxy battle in their hands, and there were also large clans driving cloud warships, with bronze lamps hanging on the bows burning with the Eternal Dao Fire.

boom!

A ray of purple lightning split the nine layers of cloud barrier, and the leader of Xuanming Sect came into the air riding on the Nine Netherworld Lotus.

The gluttonous patterns on the lotus petals turned into entities, and it opened its mouth to swallow up the immortal air from thousands of miles away. The chaotic energy hanging from the lotus formed chains, which twisted the two wandering cultivators who wanted to seize the initiative into bloody mist.

"This medicine should be offered to our sect's founder, Lian." The old man's voice was as loud as a bell, and a golden seal appeared between his brows, which actually caused green lotus patterns to appear in the void.

"So it's you, the group of Xuanming Taoist priests."

The sound of a clear sword rang out from the east, and the Holy Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom came through the air on a nine-headed dragon chariot.

The garlands hanging from the chariot were all strung together with star fragments, and each one reflected the trajectory of the avenue.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and the glazed chimes hanging in front of the dragon chariot moved without wind. Where the sound waves passed, the blue lotus patterns withered one by one: "Three hundred years ago, your sect took away the 100,000-year-old ice soul of my fairyland. Today, you should pay back some interest."

As the many immortals exchanged words, the battlefield was already filled with murderous intent.

Seven black-robed monks quietly formed the Big Dipper Immortal-killing Formation, and where the formation patterns were connected, they actually refined the three suspended immortal mountains into the core of the formation.

In the West, there was an old Taoist priest with white eyebrows who stroked his long beard gently. Three thousand talisman swords flew out from his sleeves, and each sword pinned down a remnant soul that tried to fish in troubled waters.

There was also a blue phoenix carrying a woman in palace dress across the battlefield, and wherever it passed, all the cultivators' magic weapons were covered in dust - it turned out to be the 'Falling Treasure Divine Light' that was specifically designed to destroy Taoist weapons.

Many powerful men are fighting against each other here, the sky is collapsing and the earth is breaking, and there are many pioneers among them.

The top of a fairy mountain.

There stood a group of masked creatures, as if they had disappeared into the world, without a trace of breath escaping. One didn't need to guess to know that they were Chen Xun and his group.

Chen Xun leaned against the broken stele, playing with a Xuanming token he had picked up. The twelve-layer Qitian Formation pattern flickered under their feet. Even the chewing sound of the big black bull gnawing on the fairy grass was distorted by the Tao principles into a breeze passing by.

"Quack...these cultivators have quite good methods." The frog Taoist's eyes were gleaming with brilliance, "Even the Dao tools they refined have their merits, they are very special."

Now it is a little confused about the methods of the creatures in the fairy world. There is no trace to be found, and the fairy experience of the older generation is not enough. It can only observe their original fairy power to judge their strength.

The frog Taoist's appearance is very strange, as if there is a huge black rag tied on his head and neck. He is extremely vulgar and conspicuous, and you can tell at first glance that he is a toad creature.

Two wisps of chaotic air spurted out of the big black bull's nostrils, and mysterious patterns appeared on its horns. This was its reaction when it smelled top-grade treasure.

But it showed no reaction at all, because it was so absorbed in watching the fight...

Since childhood, it has liked watching fights, especially the fancy methods used by these monks, which it has never seen in the Three Thousand Worlds.

Hearing this, Chen Xun's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

He watched it anyway. The fight between the monks was indeed exciting and full of unknowns. No one knew what the next move or trump card would be.

"The immortality elixir... Is it true or not..." Chen Xun's eyes were deep, and he murmured, "I didn't sense the breath of the source of longevity, I'm afraid it's not an immortality elixir, is it just bragging?"

"Moo~" The big black bull shook his head and grinned. Who cares? Just take it back first.

"Hey, Brother Xun, it's that kid." Xiao Chi smiled with an extremely obscene look, staring at a Saint Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom who was fighting, "I meet him again."

That year, they attacked the palace of the Immortal Kingdom at night, stole a small lamp, and fought with the Holy Emperor of the Immortal Kingdom, forcing the latter to seclude himself for a hundred years to recuperate. After he came out, he never mentioned the incident again.

That little lamp didn't have any special powers, they just liked it and took it away because they liked it. It made sense.

"Gah~ Chen Xun, I saw Old Nine and Old Ten."

Black Duck's eyes flashed with excitement. After all, he couldn't forget his family. "Hehe, not bad. I can make it here. I didn't die on the road like before."

"No rush." ​​Chen Xun smiled and nodded slowly. Nothing would happen to him as long as they were around.

bass-

Suddenly, his fingertips suddenly caught a ray of incoming sword energy.

The sword energy was originally the aftermath of the battle between the two great powers, but at this moment, he easily transformed it into the shape of a green bird, flapping its wings and flying towards the location of the elixir: "Thirty-nine hidden moves, seven levels of treasure-grabbing killing... Let these little guys practice more. After all, more fights can improve their own skills."

"Ha, Chen Xun, I think it's you who wants to see a fight." The Mountain Duck quacked and laughed, "Old Frog, look at Chen Xun's waist, he has already taken out the photo stone."

Damn duck, you are...

Chen Xun raised his eyebrows and pressed the black duck to the ground with one hand. The mountain duck screamed and flapped its legs wildly on the ground.

"Quack~" The Frog Taoist pulled the black rag on his head and spoke in the dialect of the spirit beast which Chen Xun could not understand.