The Wuxiang Saint is a minor saint after all, but he just used his energy to enter the growth area of the Dead Man Mushroom, and didn't even touch the holy medicine, but he has already suffered such a terrifying backlash.
What would happen if I really touched it with my hand?
The body will simply rot into a pile of slag.
This dead man's mushroom is equivalent to a holy king, but he will not take the initiative. If the little saint wants to pick it, it is naturally a dream.
The Wuxiang Saint quickly took out the elixir and drank it. Cutting off his arm was still very harmful to him. Although the novice had regrouped immediately, he had used some of his original power, which must have hurt his roots.
"It's impossible to succeed!" He shook his head. He was just contaminated with the breath of some dead mushrooms, so a young saint could only cut off his arm to protect himself. If he really came into contact with it, he would definitely lose his life.
Tianfeng Goddess and Long Yushan both shook their heads, which was really disappointing.
Also, the place where the Dead Man Mushroom grows is so eye-catching. If it were easy to pick, would it still be left to them? Many saints had entered the forbidden area before, and there might even have been saint kings in the forbidden area.
Even the Holy King couldn't pick it, let alone them.
Ling Han started thinking. If he launched a blitz and picked the dead mushroom, the speed would be indescribably fast. The poisonous time of exposure to the dead mushroom would be extremely short, and then he could actively activate the Immortal Scripture, endlessly.
Improve defense.
The key is that defense and anti-toxicity are two different things.
"Xiaota, can I guard against such a poison?" He asked Xiaota, although the Holy King's medicine is extremely precious, how can it be compared with life?
The little tower sneered: "Ignorant young man, poison is also part of the rules of heaven and earth! The Immortal Scripture can withstand all laws in the world, so what's the use of mere poison!" Before it could finish its words, Ling Han was seen already.
He was killed.
Phew, Ling Han turned into a stream of light. Before Tianfeng Goddess and others had time to react, he had already flown to the center of the poisonous land. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the dead mushroom, and threw it directly into
The black tower then continued to cross and appeared at the other end of the poisonous land.
Under the operation of the Immortal Scripture, his whole body was emitting golden light, and the symbols of the great avenue appeared one after another, shining in the heaven and earth.
He calmly walked around the poisonous area and returned unscathed.
"You, you, you, you!" Long Yushan pointed at Ling Han, her voice trembling. She really couldn't imagine that Ling Han could pick off this dead man's mushroom so easily.
Ling Han smiled: "Let's go and see if there is such a holy medicine elsewhere."
There was something he didn't say. Under the dead man's mushroom, he found a small piece of meat. It was real meat and belonged to a certain creature. It was really smaller than a fingernail.
It was this piece of flesh that gave birth to the Dead Man Mushroom.
You must know that even a Holy King may not be able to cultivate the Dead Man Mushroom. Not only does the Holy King need to be extremely powerful during his lifetime, but he must also be beheaded by someone and his blood is still there, otherwise a decrepit person will
The Holy King does not have enough essence and blood to cultivate the Dead Man Mushroom.
Moreover, a corpse of the Holy King can give birth to a Dead Man Mushroom. When the Dead Man Mushroom matures, the Holy King's corpse will only be left with a pile of dead bones and cannot give birth to a second Dead Man Mushroom.
This shows how difficult it is to cultivate dead man mushrooms.
But what about now?
A small piece of meat about the size of a fingernail actually produced a Dead Man Mushroom, and Ling Han also sensed that the piece of meat contained amazing energy and could definitely produce several more Dead Man Mushrooms.
There is no way this is the flesh that fell from the Holy King!
"The flesh and blood of the immortal!" Ling Han said in his heart. Maybe there was a war that year, and an immortal was injured. The flesh and blood flew away, and a piece of it fell here, and a dead mushroom was born.
Only the flesh and blood of immortals can be so powerful. A little bit of it can grow a dead man's mushroom, and it can also grow a second and third mushroom in the future. However, the growth time of a holy mushroom is counted in hundreds of millions of years.
, obviously Ling Han cannot wait here for the second dead man mushroom to grow.
"Are you okay?" Goddess Tianfeng asked quickly with concern.
"It's okay." Ling Han smiled and shook his head.
Xiaogu tilted his head to the side and looked, is this fun? He ignored anyone and strode directly into the poisonous land.
Although the Dead Man Mushroom had been picked, the poison here was not eliminated so quickly. Suddenly, the black aura wrapped around it, as if it had turned into chains, constantly flowing around his body.
"Little Bone!" Long Xiangyue and Tianfeng Goddess both exclaimed, because it looked exactly like Ling Han, so the two women naturally had a great fondness for it.
Xiao Gu walked carelessly, as if this was not a poisonous land but his own back garden. No matter how poisonous it was, it didn't care.
this!
Not to mention the Tianfeng Goddess and others, even Ling Han was very shocked. He knew the magic of Xiaogu better than others, but he never expected that this guy was so awesome.
"Huh?" Ling Han suddenly paused and looked to the left.
Hey, I saw three figures flying towards me. They were three young people. They were all very tall, and their clothes were very strange. They were more for decoration than covering the body. They were also wearing clothes on their heads.
The crown is made of woven bird feathers. The feathers stand up high and are three feet long.
Ling Han looked at these three people with a look of surprise on his face, because although the auras of these three people were very powerful, they were obviously much weaker than him, but he couldn't judge the cultivation level of the three of them!
Because the clothes on these three people were too exposed, you can clearly see that the skin has black lines, which are a bit like the magic lines of the underworld, but if you look closely, the two are completely different.
In the past, Ling Han felt that the aura of warriors in the underworld was evil because of the rejection of the rules of heaven and earth. In fact, after he practiced the rules of the underworld, he found that there was no essential difference between the two.
The cathode generates yang, and the anode generates yin. It is a cycle, endless.
But the black lines on these three people gave him a completely different feeling.
"Hand over the precious medicine!" A young man spoke, but he said it to Xiaogu who was strolling back. Obviously, they had known that there was a dead mushroom here, but now they didn't see the holy medicine, but there was a person walking among it,
Then who could it be if it wasn't the person who picked it from the small bones?
His language was so strange that it was originally incomprehensible, but he also released his spiritual consciousness, which transcended the language barrier.
"Hand over the treasure and medicine!" Xiao Gu followed suit. He was very interested in novel terms and people he had never met before.
When the three young men saw this, they were furious.
How dare you imitate my speech?
"You outsiders, haven't you ever learned a lesson and don't know what suffering is?" The young man who spoke before took action and grabbed Xiao Gu. Buzz, the black lines on his body shone, and streaks of black spit out from his hands.
The silk threads seemed to turn into a net.
Ling Han immediately showed a shocked expression. To be continued