The rhyme of the great way.

Dharma is born by itself.

The pattern of the Taoist Eternal Life is carved in the green peach fruit, intertwined with branches and leaves, and then gathered into a divine breath to rush into the sky.

At this moment, the three-foot peach tree seemed like a giant tree that supported the sky. The phantom covered the sun but slowly hanged down, just like the end of the Nine Heavens Milky Way, telling the immortal principles to the heaven and earth.

The idea seemed to cast the entire land into immortal gold.

Step by step.

Black iron boots fell to the ground.

The golden iron war sounded.

Looking down, the breath was like the fog in the blue sea, quickly scattering across the instep.

In an instant, the iron armor gathered with magic power was eroded, causing the armor to step into this land without any support, and the purple-black nails as purple as a round shield touched the ground.

The blue-white soles of the feet stepped on the sticky mud like magma, causing flashing golden red.

"born?"

An ethereal and slightly hoarse voice resounded.

The master of the voice looked into the distant sky.

Misty.

Look at the earth under your feet.

The light reflected his pale face.

A mysterious black and white Yin and Yang fish appeared behind him wearing a black and red robe.

Interweaving into a great road grinder behind the void.

The moment the Avenue Milling disc appeared, the golden and red light retreated like eyes grew.

It was as if an invisible light appeared around Tushanjun, making it dare not approach it, but was unwilling to be too far away, so he could only peek around and stare quietly.

The yellowed branches and leaves in front of me still retain their desire for life.

"Even if you are young and young, you are still a magical medicine in the temples and divine palaces. You fell here many years ago and you may have become a sperm."

Tushan Jun's eyes like Tianyuan did not look unexpected.

"It's a pity that this world can no longer save you from living."

Therefore, the magic medicine only has abundant spirituality, but cannot become a monk in essence, or even have no spiritual mind.

But this is also powerful enough.

It is a magic medicine after all.

Carrying the great way is the embodiment of immortality.

If a weaker monk is approaching the magic medicine, he will be swallowed by the immortal energy of the magic medicine and become one of the many dead bones buried under the roots of the tree.

If it is a mature and complete magic medicine, it has infinite uses. The most obvious thing is that it can help the Taoist king live intact for the second lifetime.

What exactly is the second generation?

Datou didn't explain it to him clearly.

In Tushanjun's view, living in his second life means returning to his mother's womb in his old age, but his own cultivation will not be damaged at all.

A monk who truly completes this state may be a monk or a god, but it is foreseeable that he will be able to perform again in the great world.

This is just a Taoist lord. What if the one who performs this method is a great supernatural power?

The world is over, and life span is sometimes.

Those with great supernatural powers are no exception.

There is also the moment of their life span.

It is not necessary to think too much about whether to use the method of surviving and causing trouble for yourself, or to live out for the second life without any damage.

Tu Shanjun frowned and stared at the magic medicine in front of him.

This medicine grows branches on peach trees and produces a small peach.

The peach tree cannot survive, which causes the green peaches to shrink and gradually produce death energy. The haze cannot be removed when sandwiched in the golden and red divine light.

At the same time, it also made Tushanjun suspicious.

Can such magic medicine really bring people back to life?

Or, it needs to be refined into pills.

“Why can’t you mature?”

Hearing the inquiry, Luo Tianfeng looked stunned, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, either the spiritual energy here cannot support the growth of the magic medicine, or the magic medicine itself causes diseases. Generally speaking, there are only these internal and external factors. No matter which one it is, we cannot save it."

Luo Tianfeng was tactful and did not bargain with Tushanjun.

He could see that Tushan Jun was bound to win the magic medicine.

Why bother to struggle after having a contract?

So in the end, he broke up and couldn't even get a decent end.

"It's not a problem with spiritual energy."

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

It will not dry up if it can support a huge blessed land that is called a forbidden land.

"Is it a disease?"

“It’s not a disease.”

"What is that?"

"I know." Luo Man said calmly.

Immediately, Tushanjun and Luo Tianfeng were both about to fall on Luo Manping.

Even the six saints came to their eyes.

Is it so easy to solve the problem of the magical medicine not going to survive? However, perhaps many times, things are not complicated at all, because they think too much.

"No one watered it or fertilized it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone quickly glanced at them.

Luo Manping saw that his statement was so disdainful, so he hurriedly added: "Even if it is a magical medicine, it is still a plant. You will definitely not grow by relying on yourself alone. You must have strong men to carry water, fertilize, and remove insects, otherwise you will die slowly."

Luo Tianfeng curled his lips and said, "This is a magical medicine that can absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and absorb spiritual energy to protect himself. Do those magical medicines that grow in the Chaos Realm and the Abyss of the Sky also need to be so cumbersome?"

He waved his hand and said, "Don't mix with it."

"I……"

"Maybe what he said makes sense."

Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, continued to approach, and looked at the three-meter-long plant in front of him.

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In the eyes of the Grand Master Tushanjun Dandao, he could tell the year at a glance that many spiritual herbs and medicines were precious. As the spiritual official's eyes circulate, the immortal eyes circulate, and the light shines on this plant.

He was surprised to find that the plant was so old that it was very tall.

"This is impossible, nor should it be."

"What's impossible?" Luo Tianfeng said in confusion.

Tushanjun explained to everyone from the perspective of spiritual planting: "This magical medicine looks very young, but it has a long age. If an ordinary fruit tree can only live for a hundred years, then it may have lived for ninety years, or even unknown."

"This is normal."

"It is the age of the magic medicine."

"But its plant acts like a seedling." Tu Shanjun observed carefully and then confirmed: "This is indeed the quality of a seedling."

Then he frowned and murmured: "It's obviously a seedling but has a long vintage. Either it has never grown, or it's..."

"What?"

Tushanjun said without any hesitation: "Cleaving!"

Luo Tianfeng said with a confused look on his face: "What is cutting?"

This made Tu Shanjun look surprised and said suspiciously: "Don't you read books?"

"Look."

"I have left surgery and right hand Taoist scriptures. From time to time, I will also look at strategies and military strategies. I will spend most of my time practicing my spirit. After my realm is improved, I will also practice corresponding scriptures, control weapons, and use the Taoist body, as well as the annotations and scriptures of the ancestors of the ancestors."

Luo Tianfeng felt very wronged.

The Taoist books in the Sutra Library are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke.
To be continued...