He took out a purple-gold spiritual fruit from the storage ring. It was as bright as a star, with roots and stems emitting a dazzling glow.
"This is"
The description of a certain heaven and earth spiritual fruit in Emperor Xuan's Qianyuan Records immediately came to Shen Lang's mind.
"Dream Fruit. It takes three thousand years to bear fruit. It takes ten thousand years for the fruit to be purple, and one hundred thousand years for it to be purple-gold. This heaven and earth spirit fruit has the power to boost the soul and enhance spiritual consciousness. Only monks above the elixir-forming stage can take it."
After recalling the effects of the Dream Fruit in his mind, Shen Lang was slightly disappointed. The effect of the Dream Fruit was to greatly enhance his spiritual consciousness, but it had no effect on improving his cultivation.
The role of spiritual consciousness is more obvious in the battles of high-level monks. Monks with strong spiritual consciousness can control a larger number of magic weapons, and theoretically they should be more powerful.
But it actually depends on the situation. Strong spiritual consciousness does not mean strong strength.
Although the Fantasy Dream Fruit is of little significance to Shen Lang now, if he cultivates to the Nascent Soul stage, the advantages brought by the Fantasy Dream Fruit will be very obvious.
There is a Tiangang Sword Formation in the Tiangang Chunyang Sword Code. Only practitioners who have reached the Nascent Soul stage can reluctantly set it up. The sword array requires a large number of flying swords, so the practitioner's spiritual consciousness needs to reach a certain strength.
Having said that, if Shen Lang wants to cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage, he still doesn't know that he has to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.
Whether he can get out of this closed space is still a question.
Shen Lang carefully put the Fantasy Fruit into the jade box, and then took out another spiritual grass he picked from the storage ring.
This spiritual grass has a very dazzling appearance. It is a golden spiritual flower. The center of the flower is like the feathers of a phoenix, exuding a dazzling brilliance.
There are eight golden leaves growing around it, bending and curling, setting off the golden flowers beautifully.
Take a deep breath, and the fragrance carried in it is so refreshing that you can even feel that your whole body is filled with it, which is indescribably refreshing.
"It's Fengyanghua!"
Shen Lang was ecstatic, thinking that he was really lucky. Among the two spiritual grasses that he picked at random before, there was such an extremely rare pure yang attribute spiritual grass!
Fengyang flower is a spiritual herb that has long been extinct in this world. There is only a brief description in Emperor Xuan's Qianyuan records, and perhaps even Emperor Xuan himself has never seen it.
This phoenix flower is a yang-type spiritual herb that can improve your cultivation. The pure yang power contained in the flower is very powerful.
Judging from the color and size of this Fengyang flower, it is estimated to be 70,000 to 80,000 years old, and its medicinal power can be imagined.
If Shen Lang swallowed Fengyang Flower now, his body might not be able to withstand the pure Yang energy in the Fengyang Flower and he would explode and die.
However, he should still be able to swallow the eight leaves of the Fengyang flower, and the effect should not be weak.
"Hahaha, it turns out that if you survive a catastrophe, you will be lucky!"
Shen Lang was so excited that he couldn't help laughing.
His cultivation level has just reached the bottleneck. Now that he has this Fengyang flower, he is fully guaranteed to break through the late stage of Nirvana and even the stage of pill formation.
Three days passed in a row.
The thunder and fire in the ruins of the fairy garden finally gradually extinguished, and Shen Lang walked out of the Linggong Tower.
The entire space was surrounded by chaos and desolation. After the Red Blood Ancestor's Nascent Soul self-detonated, it destroyed almost everything nearby, leaving only the remains of the golden-armored puppet in the mound in the distance.
It may be that after being burned by thunder and fire for a long time, the ruins were attacked in turn.
After attacking for an hour or two, Shen Lang's mana was almost exhausted. At best, it would only make a slap-sized hole, which was completely unable to accommodate his own size.