Chapter 551 Obtained one hundred thousand-year-old elixir
Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, and five divine swords flew out and struck the giant bird head-on.
The divine light emitted by the big bird was directly torn into pieces, and the five divine swords inserted into the big bird's body with a pop.
Only a shrill scream was heard. In an instant, the giant bird with a powerful level had all its blood and bone essence absorbed, and all of them were refined into five divine swords.
The powerful monsters are completely vulnerable to a single blow. They are extremely violent when they come and are destroyed in an instant.
Waste! Vulnerable!
The practitioners in the distance looked at Zhang Wenchang from a distance and felt a breath of cold air.
Such a powerful monster was destroyed by Zhang Wenchang casually. Although using the power of weapons is not his own strength, weapons are also a type of strength.
"Who is that person? So brave?"
"That's Zhang Wenchang from Donghuang!"
"Zhang Wenchang, the number one master of the young generation in the Eastern Wasteland!"
"I heard that he captured a holy weapon and holy light mirror some time ago!"
"What? It's him!"
"Among the younger generation who hold holy weapons, who can be defeated? Except those from holy places and aristocratic families who possess extreme weapons."
Many people immediately followed Zhang Wenchang and climbed into the abyss, wanting to rush over together.
Those demon masters who were killed by Zhang Wenchang's lightning tribulation that day had no intention of revenge. It was obvious that when they came here, since they wanted to fight for the treasure, they must fight hard and take life and death seriously.
Many monsters would rather believe that they were plotted to death by many powerful human beings than that they were destroyed by Zhang Wenchang.
That's fine, Zhang Wenchang doesn't want anyone to retaliate against them.
In addition, Zhang Wenchang also has a holy weapon on his body, which can be regarded as a public holy weapon and holy light mirror. If there are those who are blind, ordinary powerful people are no longer Zhang Wenchang's opponent.
Thinking about Zhang Wenchang's eight forbidden strength, coupled with the assistance of the holy soldiers, how could an ordinary powerful person be Zhang Wenchang's opponent? It is very likely that he would be beaten to ashes.
Zhang Wenchang ignored the people following him. They were not as fast as Zhang Wenchang. If they were eaten by the monsters later, it would be their lives and they could not blame others.
Zhang Wenchang soon entered the land that reaches the sky. Here are stretches of cliffs, vast and boundless, with purple air steaming.
There are not many plants and trees here, but they are full of vitality. Whether it is Ganoderma lucidum, orchid grass, dragon grass, or exotic flowers and trees, none of them are ordinary.
On this cliff, there are plants of ten thousand-year-old elixir, emitting a delicate fragrance.
In front of the ancient cave, there are sacred vines surrounded by plants with crystal-clear flowers and magical fruits growing on them.
Soon Zhang Wenchang found several ten thousand-year-old elixirs.
From time to time, there were screams all around. It was a fight between the monks, fighting for treasures. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people died.
Zhang Wenchang exudes his own aura, and if someone knows he can't be offended, he will automatically avoid him.
"Damn, there are so many of us and we are still afraid of him alone?"
"Let's all kill this guy together!"
"This man is Zhang Wenchang, and he is also a top expert of the younger generation. Don't provoke him!"
"It turns out that the Holy Light Mirror of the Holy Weapon was snatched away by him. I have been looking for him. I will snatch the Holy Weapon from him today."
There are always people who don’t know that the sky is high and the earth is high, and they will not stop until their heads are broken and their blood bleeds.
Zhang Wenchang actually doesn't want to kill anyone, but he always has the brains to send it to him.
"Get out!"
One of the six-character Buddhist mantras, the "Om" mantra, Zhang Wenchang shouted out casually. Although he used the word "gun", the inner Taoist rhyme was the six-character Buddhist mantra.
Zhang Wenchang shouted loudly, which was countless times more powerful than the Buddhist lion's roar. The cultivators who surrounded him were torn into pieces in an instant and turned into a bloody mist.
Zhang Wenchang looked indifferent and stared at the remaining people. They were all trembling with fear, and some of the clever ones had already left in despair.
"If you don't get out, are you looking for death just by looking at me like this?" Zhang Wenchang glanced at them sideways.
The remaining dozen or so people immediately ran away like frightened rabbits.
Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, and almost a dozen ten thousand-year-old elixirs were put into his bag.
Qishi Mansion blooms every ten thousand years, and this small world of Immortal Mansion blooms at least every ten thousand years. Therefore, the minimum age of the herbs here must be tens of thousands of years.
Zhang Wenchang saw a kind of elixir that looked like a carrot. He used a cleaning technique to wash away the sediment on it, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.
"Yes, it tastes really good. It's much better than carrots. It's fragrant, crispy and sweet. I feel warm all over after eating it, and a warm current flows through my body."
Zhang Wenchang swallowed up this giant carrot-like elixir in three swipes.
Zhang Wenchang looked around and saw fierce battles breaking out everywhere there were treasures.
Soon Zhang Wenchang saw Ye Fan and the team composed of Duan De, Old Blind Man, Dongfang Ye, and Xi Bodhisattva.
Duan De, this guy Zhang Wenchang, has met him several times. Although he is not very familiar with him, he can still be regarded as a familiar stranger.
This barbarian Dongfang Ye is also a master who has practiced to the quasi-emperor level in the original text, and belongs to the same clan as the barbarian Dongfang Taitong.
Western Bodhisattva, this woman carries Buddhist treasures. When I look at her, I only see a hazy circle of the sun. As for her cultivation and her treasures, I cannot see through them.
The second largest bandit in the Northern Territory is the old blind man. Some people say he is an extremely powerful person, while others say he is the Great King of Dacheng. It seems that this old thief is the one selling the map.
Zhang Wenchang thought for a while, the first big bandit was a saint, and if the second biggest bandit was just extremely powerful, he would have diarrhea, so Zhang Wenchang felt that he must at least be king-level in strength.
But for such strange people who are dedicated to pursuing the truth, they don’t care about external objects and a little bit of vanity, so it becomes normal for them to hide their strength.
The holy light mirror above Zhang Wenchang's head, even if he didn't deliberately activate it, the divine light and coercion emanating from it still scared the monsters away.
As for those cultivators of the human race, they looked at Zhang Wenchang with envy and jealousy. Maybe some people were careful about snatching him away, but this was basically courting death.
As long as the elixirs here are elixirs, they are at least tens of thousands of years old, so Zhang Wenchang is like a treasure hunter, constantly searching for treasures one after another.
In a short period of time, Zhang Wenchang collected 70 or 80 ten thousand-year-old elixirs.
Therefore, their effects are much weaker than those medicine kings that are more than 80,000 to 90,000 years old, but these things can be used to temper the body, especially when practicing the secret technique of body training.
Zhang Wenchang may have very little need for medicine, and may not need these ten thousand-year-old elixirs, but thinking about the four eggs in the little world of Sunflower, Zhang Wenchang has a smile on his face again.
"You can leave all these treasures to the babies." Zhang Wenchang thought to himself.
