The immortal artifact dug out of Jin Chen's corpse was divided among a group of people.
Because she is a woman, most of the things she carries are exclusive to women, so Bai Jia, Fan Jinlian and another woman named Su Qing each had two pieces. Chen Yan took one piece, which he gave to Mu Xunshuang.
Taken.
As for the immortal weapon on Haotian.
Also took it out and divided it.
The man was caught by the Anti-Immortal Alliance, and Chen Yan shed his blood to make a puppet, which was already a great gain; plus he had the Jianmu Sacred Tree, which would most likely produce artifacts, so he wouldn't need to compete with others for things.
All divided.
Another thing is that the fog in this village is all a kind of energy.
For example, the reason why local villagers can turn into elves is thanks to this mist.
Chen Yan first released Mu Xunshuang from the Pure Land of Paradise, then communicated with the Jianmu Divine Tree, and introduced the energy of the mist, plus the energy guided from the Jianmu Divine Tree, into the bodies of everyone present.
All around, you can hear the quiet sound of needles dropping.
Everyone is realizing the attributes of this energy entering the body.
“Comfortable, so comfortable!”
"Such energy makes all the cells in my body active, and my realm seems to be loosening. Am I going to turn into an immortal?"
Pan Hongjiang screamed strangely.
When he said the last sentence, his voice was trembling and full of fear.
This is a cursed place.
The tribulation experienced by the local monks was truly a catastrophe, and there was no way they could escape it.
But soon.
He became quiet.
He was already a pseudo-immortal. Although the energy of the Jianmu Sacred Tree was very powerful and its attributes were very special, he was not able to suppress his realm and directly start to overcome the tribulation; however, Pan Hongjiang soon laughed and said:
"This energy actually seems to be able to cure my disease."
Bai Jia asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Pan Hongjiang's expression changed and he didn't answer.
Fan Jinlian chuckled and said, "He has a disease that prevents him from becoming a man. It's called a lack of appreciation."
Bai Jia pursed her lips and glanced at Pan Hongjiang's middle section.
The other members of the Anti-Immortal Alliance all burst out laughing.
Pan Hongjiang became angry: "Are you laughing? It's not like I was born unable to lift. I was stepped on by a strange beast and was injured. However, I really feel like I'm recovering now, hahaha. I won't do it again in the future.
I don’t know how to praise him anymore.”
Chen Yan couldn't help laughing.
This guy is also a bit funny.
Fan Jinlian rolled her eyes and said, "What a guy who can't stand up to the public eye. I don't know what's going on in his mind at this time. You're not fantasizing about the White Sword Master, are you?"
Pan Hongjiang was startled and said hurriedly: "Bah! I don't dare to think about the posture of the white sword master of heaven. Well, I am thinking of you Fan Jinlian! I heard that you Fan Jinlian has a pair of golden lotus and jade feet with ten toes
The head is more flexible than the tongue and can make a man never forget you again. When my illness is cured, will you try it for me?"
Fan Jinlian kicked Pan Hongjiang in the face.
He kicked out the blood from his nose and chuckled: "How does it taste?"
Pan Hongjiang snorted coldly: "You wait for me, I will sleep with you sooner or later."
Several people, the more they say, the more outrageous they become.
Chen Yan simply stopped interfering with the Jianmu Sacred Tree, took back its overflowing energy, and focused on assisting Mu Xunshuang.
About ten minutes passed.
Mu Xunshuang suddenly made a strange sound in his throat.
"Meow--"
Everyone was stunned.
He looked back at Mu Xunshuang.
As a result, she was shocked to find that Mu Xunshuang's ears actually stood up.