The tiger demon's body instantly dissipated like smoke.
He fell so long ago that it is even difficult to trace the origin of his race.
In the long river of time, this once famous patriarch has now completely disappeared between heaven and earth without even leaving his name.
Manjusri flicked his fingers, and the soil below was rolled up directly, revealing the treasure hidden inside.
The swaying precious light filled the air wantonly, and the first thing that caught the eye were tens of thousands of shriveled pale tree species.
Manjusri reached out and grabbed a few seeds, put them in his palms and kneaded them gently. The shell of the seeds immediately shattered into powder, revealing the delicate and tender roots inside.
The roots are soft and weak, as green as rice, swaying slightly in the palm of the hand, as if shivering in the cold wind.
These are the seeds of hyacinth.
Hyacinthus is a spiritual plant in ancient times. It can transmit messages through the power of wind. In that era when means of communication were extremely expensive, hyacinth became a popular spiritual plant. After the rise of faith and music, it gradually became lonely.<
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They are cold and drought tolerant, easy to support, and can survive for several years even with a little moisture and soil.
Because of this, the tiger demon uses hyacinth to arrange the inheritance, in order to use this spiritual root to absorb water vapor and nutrients to provide energy for the resources below.
It is a pity that through the vicissitudes of life and various chances and coincidences, his inheritance has been hidden for tens of thousands of years. Even the hyacinth has been unable to maintain its vitality for a long time. It can only condense its outer shell to protect itself from drying up and decaying. p>
Manjusri crushed all the hyacinth shells and kept a few hundred in his bag.
All things in the world need to continuously improve and evolve in order to survive. There are countless spiritual plants like hyacinth that have been eliminated by the times. If they didn't have some collection value, Manjusri would not even keep a few hundred of them.
Below the hyacinths, there are more than 30 natural and earthly treasures.
Without the help of Hyacinthus, the aura of these treasures would have long since disintegrated, like the corpses of tiger monsters that break when touched.
Among the messy dust, a piece of pure blue fungus comes into view.
Manjusri picked up the fungus and blew away the dust on it, only to realize that it was actually a Yinshui fungus.
The Yinshui fungus is made of jade. When tempered, it can replace the left ear, improve hearing, and its effect will increase dramatically in the depths of the ocean, and it will have the ability to understand the language of the aquatic people.
This kind of fungus is at most a gadget in the ocean, but to land creatures, it seems a bit strange.
The climate in Beiming is harsh and cold, but the Yinshui fungus grows in the warm shadow. Only the fertile sea can breed it. Therefore, after getting this treasure, it is natural to take care of it as if it is a treasure.
Manjusri thought for a long time, then directly used his fingertips to condense the flower knife, cut off his left ear, and transplanted it.
The spiritual power surges endlessly, turning into a gurgling stream, gathering in the Yinshui Fungus.
This piece of pure and flawless blue jade suddenly shimmered with brilliance, and countless plant roots poked out, scrambling to get into the wound.
In an instant, severe pain and extreme nausea filled my heart.
Manjusri frowned and endured the discomfort. After transplanting the ear, he took out the ivory and took a picture.
The appearance of the left ear is no different from usual, and it still looks extremely old. However, as the spiritual power is poured into the left ear, the flesh instantly dissipates and turns into waves, clearly transmitting sounds from a hundred miles around to the ear. After a while, Manjusri put away his left ear and continued digging.
All the treasures of heaven, materials, earth, spiritual things and seedlings have failed to withstand time. Only two ordinary jade stones remain intact.
The surface of the jade was still full of demon inscriptions, recording the tiger demon's proud tricks during his lifetime. After Manjusri glanced at it twice, he firmly remembered it in his heart, crushed the jade and left the cave.
Outside, the scarlet ancient tree has stopped growing and is stretching its body ferociously.
After Manjusri cleaned up all the traces, he came to the lush ancient forest.
These towering giant trees are like strong and loyal guards, firmly occupying all directions, exuding the smell of blood, warning the surroundings.
When Manjusri came to the central area, he felt quite uneasy and slowly made several treasure seals with his hands.
Suddenly, spiritual power surged out, following the treasure seal, and a long and narrow blue crack opened violently in the woods.
Opposite the crack is the quiet and deep ocean, with a huge shadow swaying back and forth, making a dull neighing noise.
Seeing this, Manjusri's face suddenly filled with joy, he gritted his teeth and struck out the treasure seals repeatedly, spreading the cracks crazily.
Yudao·Come when you call!
Neighings came and went, and the figure opposite exuded pure joy for Manjusri, and even took the initiative to shrink his body and squeeze in along the gap.
Finally, at the moment when the spiritual power was about to be exhausted, the crack stretched to a height of a hundred feet, and the floating island giant whale finally squeezed in after struggling.
Woohoo~
The giant whale's body instantly returned to its original state, crushing all the scarlet ancient trees, and rubbed Manjusri's neck affectionately, his eyes full of longing and kindness.
Manjusri smiled and stretched out his hand to caress the huge beast in front of him.
After being fed by countless treasures of heaven and earth, the floating island giant whale has returned to its peak state, and its realm is at the peak of spiritual immortality. It is only separated by the final shackles from the final golden immortal.
"Don't worry." Manjusri said softly and took out thousands of thunder grapes from his arms.
Each of these thunder grapes is as big as a fist, and contains rich thunder liquid. When shaken, a dense bursting sound can be heard, hence the name.
The giant whale on the floating island opened its mouth and swallowed all the thunder grapes into its belly. With the crackling sound, the numb thunder was like a massage, causing it to let out a happy cry.
These thunderbolts did not flow into the belly of the world, but were broken into pieces by the giant whale and scattered in the flesh and blood, subtly tempering the body's strength.
When the fine thunder gradually spread all over the body, Manjusri took out many black oil stones.
The shape of the black oil stone is like a bubble filled with low-quality oil. It is very light, like a dandelion. It floats up with a slight fanning and explodes around the giant floating island whale.
The rich, sweet black oil spreads freely on the giant whale, flowing slowly, forming a thick and sticky armor.
The black oil is connected vertically and horizontally, tightly binding the giant whale and tightening it continuously, leaving only the eyes outside.
At this time, the giant whale on the floating island felt that something was wrong, and quickly resisted, but was suppressed by Manjusri with his soul.
It fell to the ground and kept roaring out of fear. Its eyes were full of pain and fear, and it continued to exude pleading through the master-servant contract.
Manjusri's face was dull, and he didn't care. Sparks suddenly appeared on his fingertips.
Phew!
The majestic and fierce orange-yellow flames suddenly burst into flames, and along with the hidden thunder, instantly severely damaged the giant whale on the floating island.
The giant whale on the floating island suddenly let out a tragic wail. The power of this orange-yellow flame should not be underestimated. Although it used its tough skin to block the burning, thunder opened the way, and there were already thousands of strands of fire flowing down its seven orifices into its throat.
, and permeates the internal organs.
Endless orange-yellow flames, exuding the sweet smell of apricot blossoms, turned into tens of thousands of apricot trees in the giant whale's body. The fire cooked the oil, and the flowers grew like a brocade.
The giant whale on the floating island trembled crazily, trying to activate its spiritual power to stop the flames from spreading, but Manjusri restrained him with his soul and suppressed him to the ground, unable to move. He could only neigh out to relieve the pain.
The fire was soaring into the sky and the thunder was raging, like an endless flood of hungry beasts, frantically eating away at the body of the giant whale.
After half a stick of incense had passed, Manjusri clapped his hands and pulled out two auspicious clouds, black and white, from his palms.
The black clouds floated up, holding up the giant whale on the floating island steadily. The white clouds filled the surrounding area and turned into chains, permeating the gorgeous aurora, which crazily tempered the giant whale's body.
The energy of the giant whale has been gradually exhausted by the pain that followed, and it can only collapse to the ground, leaving a lot of tears.
Manjusri remained unmoved and continuously threw out several heavenly and earthly treasures. Thunder and flames accompanied this behemoth, crazily eating away at this behemoth, like a volcano erupting in flames.
After two hours, the dust settled.
The vision gradually dissipated like smoke, and the majestic floating island whale turned into fly ash, scattered into hills, and stood in the middle of the dilapidated woods.
Manjusri reached out and rummaged around inside, and finally took out a hot red stone.
The red stone is brightly colored and contains thick blood. A huge whale is swimming freely in the blood, staring at Manjusri with resentment.
Gently rubbing the surface of the red stone, the sticky feeling enters your heart.
Manjusri laughed loudly, cut open his chest, took out his heart, and replaced it with red stone.
In an instant, the smelly blood filled the body along the red stone, whistling and flowing through the limbs and bones, as if it continued to flow endlessly.
The stagnant realm suddenly started to sway, and was slowly pushed forward by the blood.
Manjusri quickly sat cross-legged, took out all the treasures he had accumulated, and stuffed them into his mouth as if he were swallowing jujube.
The blood screamed and roared, filling the body and constantly impacting, pushing against the shackles one after another, like a creature imprisoned for several years, falling into a carnival before freedom comes.
The shackles, as solid as a rock, were corroded by blood and water and gradually fester.
One percent, two percent, thirty percent...
Finally, with the sound of breaking eggshells, Manjusri successfully broke through to the peak of spiritual immortality!
The splashing blood was still raging in the body. Manjusri quickly took out several kinds of different water, swallowed it into the body to fill the gap, and forced the blood out along the pores.
He suddenly coughed violently, spitting out thick and smelly blood clots from his mouth, and the spiritual energy in his body gradually turned dark red from deep red.
Gudong, Gudong, Gudong...
Manjusri kept drinking the strange water, trying his best to force out the blood. The tug-of-war continued until late at night, and then stopped.
The realm of the peak spirit fairy is extremely stable, but the flow of spiritual power is still mixed with a faint blood.
Exhausted, Manjusri relaxed his muscles and bones, fluttered his wings and left the woods, heading to the Demon Court to look for opportunities.