The pattern of immortality is carved on the green peach fruit, intertwined with the branches and leaves, and then converges into a spiritual breath that rushes up to the sky.
At this moment, the three-foot-long peach tree is like a giant tree holding up the sky, blocking out the sun but slowly hanging down, like the end of the nine-sky Milky Way, pouring out the immortal Tao to the heaven and earth.
The inspiration seems to be to cast the entire earth into fairy gold.
Come one step at a time.
The black iron boots fell to the ground.
The battle of gold and iron is ringing.
Looking down, his breath was like mist from the blue sea, quickly covering his insteps.
In an instant, the iron armor that gathered the mana was completely eroded, causing the long legs covered with armor to step into this land without support, and the purple-black nails like round shields touched the ground.
The blue-white soles of the feet stepped on the mud that was as thick as lava, sparkling with gold and red.
"born?"
An ethereal, slightly hoarse voice resounded.
The owner of the voice looked towards the distant sky.
Misty.
Look at the ground beneath your feet.
The light reflected his pale face.
Wearing a black and red robe, a mysterious black and white yin-yang fish appeared behind him.
Intertwined into a great avenue, the millstone is lost in the void behind you.
The moment the avenue millstone appeared, the golden-red light receded as if it had eyes.
It was as if an invisible light appeared around Tushanjun, making him afraid to get closer, but unwilling to be too far away, so he could only quietly peek around and stare.
The yellowing branches and leaves in front of me still retain the desire for life.
"Even if you are young and young, lingering in the temples and palaces, you are still the magic medicine. I don't know how many years ago you fell here, and I am afraid you have become a spirit long ago."
There was no surprise in Tushanjun's celestial eyes.
"It's a pity that this world can no longer keep you alive."
Therefore, the magical medicine only has sufficient spirituality, but it cannot actually become a monk, and it does not even have sanity.
But it's powerful enough.
It is a miracle drug after all.
Carrying the great dharma, it is the embodiment of longevity.
If you are a weaker monk, the moment you get close to the magical medicine, you will be swallowed by the longevity of the magical medicine and become one of the many dead bones buried under the roots of the tree.
If it is a mature and complete magical medicine, it will have infinite magical effects. The most obvious one is that it can help a wise man live his second life intact.
What exactly is the second generation?
Datou didn't explain it clearly to him.
In Tu Shanjun's view, living out the second life means returning to your mother's womb in old age, but your own cultivation will not be damaged at all.
The monks who truly achieve this state are either monks or gods. Perhaps they are both. However, it is foreseeable that they will be able to make the same journey again in the future.
Is this just Dao Lord? What if the person who performs this method is a person with great supernatural powers?
Heaven and earth have an end, and life span is limited.
People with great supernatural powers are no exception.
There comes a time when their lives are exhausted.
Whether to use strange methods to survive and cause more troubles for oneself, or to live out the second life without any damage, it doesn't need to be thought about at all.
Tu Shanjun frowned and stared at the magic medicine in front of him.
This medicine grows branches on a peach tree and produces a small peach.
The peach trees cannot survive, so the green peaches are shrinking day by day and gradually giving birth to a dead air. The haze is caught in the golden red divine light and cannot be removed.
At the same time, it also made Tu Shanjun suspicious.
Can such a magical medicine really bring people back to life?
Or rather, it needs to be refined into a pill.
"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 magical medicine, or the magical medicine itself causes disease. Under normal circumstances, there are only internal causes and
No matter what kind of external cause it is, we can’t save it.”
Luo Tianfeng knew enough not to bargain with Tu Shanjun.
He could see that Tu Shanjun was determined to get the magic medicine.
Why bother struggling after already having a contract?
So much so that in the end they broke up and couldn't even get a decent ending.
"It's not a matter of aura."
Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.
If it can support a blessed land large enough to be called a forbidden land, it will not be exhausted.
"Is it a disease?"
"It's not a disease either."
"what is that?"
"I know." Luo Manping said.
Immediately, Tu Shanjun and Luo Tianfeng will fall on Luo Manping.
Even the six saints also looked at him sideways.
Is it so easy to solve the problem of the miracle drug not working? However, maybe in many cases, things are not complicated at all, but they think too much.
"No one watered it or fertilized it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone quickly looked away.
Luo Manping saw that his statement was so disdainful, and quickly added: "Even if it is a miracle medicine, it is still a plant, and it will definitely not be able to grow by itself. It must be strong men to carry water, fertilize, remove insects and maintain it, otherwise
It will slowly wither and die."
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 the body. Do the magical medicines that grow in the world of chaos and the abyss of the sky also need to be so complicated?"
He waved his hands and said, "Don't just join in."
"I……"
"Maybe he has a point."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly, continued to approach, and looked at the three-foot-long plant in front of him.
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In the eyes of Tushan Jun, the great master of alchemy, he can tell the year of many spiritual herbs and medicinal herbs at a glance. As the spiritual official's Dharma Eyes rotate, the Immortal Eyes rotate, and the light shines on this plant.
He was surprised to find that the age of this plant was shockingly high.
"This is impossible and should not be done."
"What's impossible?" Luo Tianfeng asked doubtfully.
Tu Shanjun explained to everyone from the perspective of spiritual plant science: "Obviously 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 already lived
For ninety years, I don’t even know.”
"This is normal."
"The magic medicine should be taken at an older age."
"But its plant behaves like a seedling." Tu Shanjun observed it carefully, and then convinced: "This is indeed the appearance of a seedling."
Then he frowned and murmured: "It is obviously a seedling but it has a long life. Either it has never grown, or it is..."
"What?"
Tu Shanjun said without any pretense: "Take a cutting!"
Luo Tianfeng looked confused and said, "What are cuttings?"
This actually made Tu Shanjun look surprised and asked suspiciously: "Don't you read books?"
"Let me see."
"I have surgical skills on my left hand and Taoist scriptures on my right hand. From time to time, I also read Taoist strategy and art of war. Most of the time, I have to practice spiritual energy. After my level improves, I also need to study the corresponding classics, control weapons, and use the Taoist body. , as well as the annotations and narrations of scriptures by previous ancestors.”
Luo Tianfeng felt very wronged.
There are so many Taoist books in the Sutra Pavilion.
Any monk who has achieved something will write a book and say it, no matter if he is a saint or a god, even those who build foundations and practice Qi will write something and throw it in.
Who can even read that kind of thing?
Moreover, he does not need to make alchemy or weapons, let alone read books in that field. There are a lot of terms that look like heavenly books, and may even be regarded as not doing his job properly by his teacher.
The spiritual fields are cared for by dedicated hoeing warriors, and the spiritual plants are cared for by spiritual planters. They either train alchemists themselves or hire them as guest elders.
Understanding one's own way is enough to make one unable to find time in his life.
There are people out there who read everything and learn everything.
That kind of person must understand everything in general, but not be proficient in it.
For example, as Luo Tianfeng said, if there really is such a person, once he talks about his own profession, that is, how to fight against the Twenty-Eight Saints, he will become a fool who can only talk on paper.
He has never been superstitious about genius, nor does he think that someone can do everything.
"A common method for cultivating spiritual plants."
"I think this plant uses hardwood cuttings."
"It's also likely high-pressure hardwood breeding."
Tu Shanjun continued: "It depends on whether this magical medicine has many roots, few roots, or no roots!"
"What do you mean?" Luo Tianfeng felt like he was listening to a book from heaven.
What about the hard branches and the high pressure? Is this what the Taoist books say?
Not to mention, Lingzhi Taoism does talk about these things.
Each of these great monks is as smart as a ghost in their own field. Once they compare across fields, they will basically be at a loss.
Of course, given their learning abilities, as long as they are shown scripture annotations and study for a period of time, they will become outstanding beings in that field.
However, no matter what field, nothing is as good as Taoist cultivation, and the attack is unparalleled.
After all, this is the kind of technology that you won’t be afraid of no matter where you go.
Tu Shanjun didn't explain anything this time, but knocked Shen Bingtian over and suddenly embedded himself in the fine gold earth in front of him.
"etc."
"Wait a minute!" Luo Tianfeng hurried over and the dignified holy king pulled Tu Shanjun's arm fearfully.
He said tremblingly: "This is a miracle medicine. If something goes wrong, it may die directly. It can also be revived and cured."
Tu Shanjun said: "If the symptoms are internal and serious enough to lead to life and death, medication and external application alone cannot save the life."
"My Dharma Eye is blocked by the longevity breath of the magic medicine. Surgery to find out the cause is the fastest way!"
"But it is a miracle medicine."
"The magic medicine is also a spiritual plant. How about finding a high-level cultivator who can see through the breath of immortality?"
Tu Shanjun said: "If a monk like that comes, I'm afraid even we will become his prisoners."
"How about finding a low-level spiritual cultivator?"
"Haven't you looked for it?"
Luo Tianfeng smiled and did not answer.
He looked for it.
However, low-level spiritual planters will be shocked to death by the divine breath when they get close to the magical medicine.
If the low-level spiritual planter asked him to use a knife to see, he might use the knife to chop the spiritual planter first.
Regardless of Luo Tianfeng's obstruction, Tu Shanjun used his magic weapon to dig up the ground in front of him.
He said calmly: "Sometimes, the cause of the disease is very simple, and it just takes a long time to recover. Whether there is something wrong with the cutting, or the root has already been necrotic, you can tell at a glance!"
Boom!
The golden and red divine light turned into red clouds all over the sky.
The heaven and earth shook.
The stars tremble.
It was as if the entire Asura treasure house had been touched by this shovel.
In the forbidden area, there is even a doomsday scene of the earth splitting and the sky collapsing.
Luo Tianfeng, the leader of the cult, also shouted loudly at this moment: "I told you not to move, but you must move!"
