In front of that cliff, the thick yellow smoke that filled the air suddenly exploded, and a figure appeared.
The face of Immortal Dongming was a little solemn. In the past few days, he had been exploring the land of the underworld without rest. He had killed countless monsters, but he still could not find any trace of Yuan Futu. It was inferred that most of them had already encountered
Unexpectedly, after all, that is not a place where an immortal cultivator can survive, let alone a golden immortal.
He stared at the signs of fighting in front of the cliff. Perhaps the Tang family could not accurately infer it, but for a top Xuanxian like him, he could recognize the scene of the fierce battle that day at a glance, and deduced that Yuan Futu should have suffered a serious injury.
Fall into hell.
The opponent is very powerful, at least a strong person at the Gangxian level. The gap in strength is so huge that there is no suspense about the outcome.
As a divine pattern master, Yuan Futu was also the only disciple of Immortal Bubai. He was of unparalleled importance to Immortal Dongming, so he felt extremely angry in his heart. As soon as he stepped down, the cliff collapsed, and the huge cliff collapsed.
The rubble fell into the yellow smoke, causing a wave of air.
"The time has not come yet."
Immortal Dongming said in a deep voice: "But I promise you, one day, I will make them pay a heavy price for this!"
Ever since he came out of seclusion, Dongming Immortal seemed to be waiting for something. He was fully aware of everything that happened in Yunlan Immortal's country, but he remained indifferent.
He sighed extremely heavily, gave up the idea of searching, and disappeared into the forest.
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Tick tock...tick tock...
The sound was intermittent, as if it had been torn into pieces in my mind, and it was vague and uncertain. As time went by, it gradually became clear, and finally it seemed as if it was being recalled in my ears.
Yuan Futu suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was in a deep cave. On the left was the slowly flowing Yellow Spring River, which was constantly beating against the smooth black rocks.
"Asura!"
The moment Yuan Futu came back to his senses, he thought of the Nine-turn Demon King. Looking around, he found him lying a few feet behind him.
Although I don't know how long it took, Asura's injuries did not heal on their own because he was a demon. Instead, they became more serious. His breath was barely audible and he was dying. Only his heart was still beating weakly.
"What should I do? There is no elixir now, and even if someone restores the body, I'm afraid it won't be able to cure its injuries." Yuan Futu was at a loss, but he couldn't let Asura die in front of him like this.
The ticking sound sounded again, and Yuan Futu frowned and looked sideways, only to see a somewhat dazzling golden light shining not far away.
"What is that?"
Yuan Futu narrowed his eyes and climbed over the low cave. He found a depression the size of a wellhead. However, the water in it was not the water of the underworld, but something purer than the water of the underworld.
Liquid, showing a gold color.
"Essence of the Underworld?!"
Yuan Futu's eyes widened and he couldn't help but raise his head and found that half of the golden rock stretched out from the top dome, dripping with the essence of the underworld.
It takes hundreds of years for this natural and earthly treasure to condense into a drop, and then it is absorbed by its strange rocks. When it is saturated, it will fall down.
"Is this the source of the underworld?" Yuan Futu swallowed, a little unbelievable, and his eyes fell on Asura who had fainted, and said in a deep voice: "You planned to let me come here from the beginning, that is
To find this essence of hell?"
Then outside the crypt is the lair of the Lord of the Underworld. Yuan Futu breathed a sigh of relief, but the crypt is so narrow that it can't get in. It's just that Asura comes here every day to steal the essence of the underworld, and then again
Fighting and escaping with the lord, and trying to get rid of him to ensure that the cave is not discovered. This kind of gambling is too risky.
After millions of years of accumulation, the essence of the underworld has formed an area the size of a wellhead. Treasures of this magnitude are extremely rare.
"For cultivators, it has flesh and white bones and is effective in tempering the physical body. It must be even more effective for demons. I wonder if it can cure Asura."
Yuan Futu thought to himself, but there was no other way now. If it continued like this, Asura would die sooner or later, so he didn't think much about it and directly lifted it up and placed it in the depression filled with the essence of the underworld.
Tsk!
Its body immediately emitted high-temperature white steam, and its entire body turned orange-red.
"How could this happen?!" The billowing heat hit him, and Yuan Futu was a little worried that Asura would suffer a backlash. However, at this moment, he found that the broken right arm was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, with traces of flesh and blood.
They were entangled together like violently twisting flesh worms, and their blood veins extended out from them.
Yuan Futu realized that the speed of absorption by demons was faster than that of humans, so the effect was several times greater. If this continued, the original state would be restored in a few days.
Thinking that there is so much essence of the underworld, it cannot be wasted. Yuan Futu picked it up with both hands and poured it directly into his stomach. Perhaps it was too much, as if it exploded directly in his body. The blazing heat
The air flow penetrated all the meridians and bones, almost making him roar unbearably.
This burning sensation is a process that must be experienced. Yuan Futu almost broke his teeth and persisted for more than ten hours before he managed to survive. Then it was time for the essence of the underworld to take effect.
The injured part had completely recovered, not even a scar was left, and the physical body had begun to undergo unexpected tempering.
To be precise, it should be transformation. After all, Yuan Futu's physical body was too weak. Even if he practiced the forbidden blood-explosion technique, he was still in the Yuanxian realm. He felt that the hot golden liquid began to gradually fade away after calcining the physical body.
Integrate into it, from blood vessels, skin, bones to organs, from beginning to end, slowly advance.
It can be said that every time a hegemonic cultivator breaks through the realm, it is a cycle of tempering the physical body.
Now, after Yuan Futu swallowed a large amount of the essence of the underworld, he finally started his first body refining cycle. Under the visualization with his soul, he could clearly see his own energy and blood, masculine and powerful, but
But it's thinner than imagined.
But during this tempering, it gradually became thicker, covering the whole body like a cocoon of blood.