After leaving Lingxu Cave, Tang Xuanming did not go far.
Because he found someone following him.
"Who is it? Lingxu Cave Heaven shouldn't be too interested in a loser like me?"
"Because I understand the cultivation techniques of Lingxu Dongtian, you want to kill me and silence me?"
After thinking for a moment, Tang Xuanming rejected this speculation. The entry-level chapters taught by Lingxu Cave Heaven to all disciples were Taoist scriptures. They were emperor-level scriptures left by a former Heavenly Lord, although they only had chapters on cultivation in the realm of suffering.
, but it is still a supreme magical power.
For any force, this kind of cultivation technique is the best, but when the Taoist Scripture came out, all the big forces in the Eastern Wasteland copied it, and it was completely ruined. No one cared about this kind of cultivation technique at all.
Law.
This is also the reason why Lingxu Dongtianhui teaches Ye Fan and Tang Xuanming, because this superb magical skill is no longer very important.
"What's that for?"
After briefly recalling the plot in the original work, Tang Xuanming suddenly had a guess in his mind.
"It's Elder Han who has a short lifespan. He wants the holy fruit in my body."
In the original work, Ye Fan and Pang Bo were also targeted by Elder Han, who had only a short lifespan. However, Pang Bo was valued by the elders and head of the sect because of his outstanding spiritual talent. He did not dare to take action, so he was targeted.
Ye Fan, who "has no way" to practice cultivation.
Now Tang Xuanming, who had also eaten the holy fruit, slipped out of the Lingxu Cave quietly. It was simply an opportunity given by God. Elder Han, who was short of life and almost crazy, would not give up such a precious opportunity.
He was already prepared and followed immediately.
Tang Xuanming thought about it and realized that Ye Fan and Pang Bo were good to him and really treated him as a friend. They gave him practice pills to Tang Xuanming many times, even though Tang Xuanming didn't need them.
Therefore, Tang Xuanming did not directly manipulate the power of fate to make himself disappear from the world. Instead, he took a closer look at the power of fate and walked deep into the dilapidated ruins.
The Lingxu Cave itself is built on a ruins. A strong person once inspected this ruins, but in vain. He did not harvest the magic book and top magic weapons, nor did he understand the origin of this ruins. Therefore,
Give up this area.
But Tang Xuanming knew clearly that these ruins were the relics left by the Qing Emperor when he established the Heavenly Palace.
Inside it also hides the inheritance left by the Qing Emperor, the most important Ji Dao Emperor Weapon.
There are countless secrets hidden deep in the ruins. Tang Xuanming followed the power of destiny and soon left the Lingxu Cave and came to an unknown ruins.
In his mind, which was like a mirror, the followers behind him made no secret of the excitement in their hearts, staring at him with greed, desire and envy.
The cold gaze was like a snake crawling on the skin, and Tang Xuanming seemed not to be able to feel it.
It wasn't until the old man with gray hair and beard, cold and terrifying eyes, and wrinkles on his face, who seemed to be dying of old age at any time, walked out of the shadows that Tang Xuanming looked at him with a "sudden realization" and used his top acting skills to cooperate with him.
Said: "Who are you? Why are you following me? I tell you that I am a practitioner in Lingxu Cave Heaven. I advise you to stay away from me, otherwise you will regret it later."
"Grrrr!"
A cold, dove-like laughter came from the old man's mouth, and the snake-like forked tongue in his mouth licked his face, making a faint sound. There was greed and contempt in his eyes that could not be concealed.
He looked at Tang Xuanming's fresh and energetic body with greedy and longing eyes, and said in aria-like words: "What a vivid life, like the flowers that have just bloomed, the scorching sun that has just risen, so delicious and full of life."
The vitality of life should be swallowed by me..."
His previous words were extremely normal, but when he spoke of the back, the cold and terrifying meaning almost seeped into people's skin, making them tremble all over.
"Ah...ah, angry!"
Tang Xuanming sneezed out of boredom, a little impatient. This cold old monster was simply annoying from the bottom of his heart.
In the next script, he should be trembling, being chased to the sky by this old monster with no way out, and unable to reach the ground, and then miserably being refined by this old monster and swallowing the power of the holy fruit in his body.
In the original work, Ye Fan followed such a set of procedures and almost failed.
There are so many people in Lingxu Cave who have a long life span. Elder Han is crazy about extending his life and will do anything.
But seeing the old monster's self-absorbed look, Tang Xuanming was a little bored, and he was too lazy to pay attention to this monster.
However, the monster pushed forward and rushed towards Tang Xuanming with a swipe. The scarlet forked tongue in its mouth almost spit out Tang Xuanming's face. Seeing the undisguised disgust on Tang Xuanming's face, but without the slightest fear, he
He was surprised and said: "You are not afraid, you really made me interested.
"You said you have a strong cultivation base and you are confident. No matter how you look at it now, you have no cultivation base at all. The holy fruit in the ancient forbidden land is such a powerful treasure. The holy master in the holy land
All going crazy.
"But it was eaten by a person like you who cannot practice. What a waste of nature. Such top-notch treasures should be enjoyed by me, so that I can live another life and write my legend.
"You said you were just a member of the sect, but you actually took the initiative to come out and deliver it to me. God is really helping me. I am destined to embark on that unusual path in the future and become a legend praised by everyone in the Eastern Wasteland.
"After I digest and absorb the medicinal power of the holy fruit..."
After carefully feeling it, he found that there was no trace of spiritual practice in Tang Xuanming's body. Elder Han finally couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and almost danced, falling into beautiful thoughts.
It is true that he has never practiced cultivation. Judging from the cultivation practices in this world, he is an ordinary person no matter how you look at it.
He has never been ordinary.
If he dared to specifically lure Elder Han out, he already had a solution.
Seeing this elder taking out a large alchemy cauldron used for cultivation as if no one else was watching, he threw all kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures into the cauldron, stared at Tang Xuanming with fiery eyes, and swallowed his saliva crazily.
He smiled and said: "You are keeping well. I hope you can be so calm when the elixir is refined in the cauldron later."
Tang Xuanming didn't want to talk to him and threw a piece of destiny power at him.
The power of destiny was silently integrated into Elder Han's body. Elder Han, who was shaking with excitement, still kept moving and even murmured to himself: "After regaining my youth, I will definitely be able to break through to the Dao."
In the palace realm, your life span will be greatly extended, and you will have the opportunity to join the Holy Land and practice top magical skills..."
As he spoke, his eyes burst out with dazzling brilliance, but suddenly dimmed, and his expression suddenly became very bleak.
The power of destiny driven by Tang Xuanming moved silently inside his body, causing the last trace of lifespan to drain out of his body that had reached its limit.
The power of fate is invisible and formless, but no one can resist the King of Hell calling you to die at the third watch, and no one can let you live until the fifth watch.
"No, I am not willing to do so!"
Desperately, he took out a long turquoise snake from his arms that was still struggling. He swallowed it in one gulp regardless of its violent toxicity. His face suddenly turned pale green, and he just wanted to desperately suck out the glimmer of life in it.
"Quack!"
He caught a golden frog and threw it into his mouth without distinguishing it. He chewed it randomly with his few remaining teeth. Scarlet blood flowed all over his face, making him look as ferocious as evil.
Damn it, he didn't realize it.
He took out centipedes, scorpions, and fragrant herbs from his arms one after another. They were all treasures in the spiritual world that could be used to extend life. However, if they were not blended, their efficacy would be greatly reduced. However, he ignored it and frantically threw them into his mouth.
.
He just wanted to live for a moment longer, but it was of no use. Under the interference of the power of fate, he was already approaching the last moment of his life. All the life-extending drugs that fell into his body seemed to have entered a black hole, leaving no trace.
Leave.
And this old monster who was crazy about extending his life turned blue and purple due to various unprepared drugs, his exposed skin turned black, and his face was covered with scarlet blood, like an evil ghost coming out of hell.
In the end, he stared at Tang Xuanming with his turbid and dim eyes, a glimmer of light blooming in his eyes.
"hehe!"
His throat was injured by various herbs and poisons due to random swallowing, and he could no longer speak. He could only roar like a wild beast.
But he still reached out his already dark and skinny fingers, like chicken claws, and wanted to strangle Tang Xuanming's throat, suck blood crazily, and save him from the desperate situation of death.
Tang Xuanming looked on indifferently and said nothing.
Under the blessing of the power of fate, he did not move at all, but the old monster's hand was empty. Under the blessing of various poisons and the strange construction of fate, a strange toxin was formed, which already caused him to produce...
An illusion.
At the last moment of his life, his eyes suddenly lit up, and all the potential in his body seemed to be burning, even allowing him to speak. He looked at the rising sun, a smile on his ferocious devil-like face,