At this moment, Yang Tian dragged his heavy body into the eighth floor of Jiuji Tianlong Tower.
The Colorful Exquisite Pagoda only has seven floors. After getting the last two floors of the ruined tower and integrating them into one, this was the first time he entered the eighth floor of the Nine-pole Tianlong Pagoda.
After entering this tower, Yang Tian found that the fairy spirit here was extremely rich, forming a fairy mist that lingered between the heaven and the earth.
Even in the secret realm of the Gods and Demons Tomb, it cannot compare with it.
However, even so, these fairy spirits cannot make up for Yang Tian's consumption just now.
In his current body, all the vitality has been exhausted, and all the immortal blood has been lost.
He used his blood-burning magical power a thousand times, approaching his limit.
If there is no magic elixir to sustain his life, I'm afraid he will definitely die.
Yang Tian continued to drag his tired body through the fairy mist and walked towards the front.
His eyes became dim again, the cracks in his immortal body became even more terrifying, and the faint ray of soul wavered and was about to be extinguished.
It can be said that in order to kill the clone of Wind God Lord, he paid an extremely heavy price.
But Yang Tian has no regrets. If he doesn't do this, then the entire Xuantian Star and everyone related to him will die tragically at the hands of the Wind God Lord.
By doing this, he placed all his bets on the eighth floor of the Jiuji Tianlong Tower.
Yang Tian firmly believed that since the Jiuji Tianlong Pagoda belonged to Lord Hao, there must be a divine elixir in it.
As long as he gets the magic elixir, his injuries will definitely be restored.
With this thought in mind, Yang Tian stopped delaying.
After clearing away the fairy mist, what caught Yang Tian's eyes was a simple stone monument tens of millions of feet high.
This stone tablet is surrounded by exquisite patterns, with a mottled and ancient atmosphere.
Yang Tian walked in and saw the word "zhenjie" on the stone tablet.
"What is this?"
He frowned, a little confused.
Yang Tian continued to look and saw countless ancient fonts engraved on the stone tablet. He chose a section and read it out.
"This stele is made from a celestial stone from the time when the world was first created. It possesses great power and can suppress an entire world."
When he saw this scene, Yang Tian became even more puzzled.
"Why did Mr. Hao put this town boundary monument on the eighth floor of Jiuji Tianlong Tower? It doesn't seem to be of much use?"
Yang Tian couldn't figure it out, so he simply ignored it and continued to walk forward with gritted teeth.
If he can't get the magic pill anymore, he really won't be able to hold on for much longer.
Behind the town boundary monument is a huge fairy lake.
This lake exudes a strong fairy spirit, and the green grass around the lake is a vibrant scene.
However, there are no magical elixirs, let alone miracle drugs.
Thinking about it, this is the Jiuji Tianlong Pagoda owned by Haojun. Those elixirs, fairy medicines, and even magical medicines should not have much effect on Haojun's level.
There is an exquisite pavilion in the fairy lake, which looks extremely elegant. There is a purple mist above the pavilion, which looks very mysterious.
Although Yang Tian was curious, he didn't have time to guess what it was.
Beside the lake is a low thatched house, and next to the thatched house there is an ancient tree that is dead and old.
Yang Tian came to the side of the ancient tree. The leaves on the ancient tree had fallen off and the trunk was rotten.
There is a stone table in front of the dead tree with two stone benches.
On top of the stone table is a white jade bottle that has gone through countless thousands of years and still shows no signs of age. It has the word "Xian Niang" engraved on it.
Not only that, there are two equally exquisite wine glasses on the stone table.
Although the simple furnishings looked warm, they made Yang Tian's heart sink to the bottom.
Dragging his tired body, he moved with difficulty into the thatched house.
But the furnishings inside were simpler, with just an ordinary stone bed.
There was nothing inside, not to mention the magic pill, not even the bottle of the pill.
Yang Tian's face was beginning to look a little desperate.
Without the magic elixir, he probably wouldn't be able to survive today.
Yang Tian walked out of the thatched house in despair and sat down at the stone table.
"Is this Jiuji Tianlong Pagoda really the place where my bones are buried?"
His voice was extremely bitter, and his originally shaky soul became even more depressed, reaching the edge of extinction.
Yang Tian picked up the white jade bottle on the stone table with the ancient font of Immortal Brew engraved on it, uncorked the bottle, and planned to drink the Immortal Brew left by Hao Jun for who knows how long.
Before he died, there was a pot of fairy brew beside him, and God treated him well.
But as soon as the cork of the white jade bottle was opened, a rich and majestic force of vitality suddenly filled the world.
This made Yang Tian a little dumbfounded.
"Is this really a magical brew? Why does it have such terrifying vitality?"
There was joy in his eyes. Now that his longevity and immortal blood were exhausted, the most urgent thing at the moment was the power of vitality.
Now what is contained in this white jade bottle is exactly what he needs most.
Yang Tian shook it, and it seemed that only less than a third of the fairy brew was left.
He took a tentative sip and found that all the vitality contained in the fairy brew exploded within his body.
Then, Yang Tian felt that the vitality all over his body was rapidly regenerating, the immortal blood was regenerating, and the originally depleted body seemed to be like withered grass under the spring rain, and began to emerge with vitality. Even the originally swaying soul showed signs of stability.
When he noticed this, Yang Tian's eyes began to become excited, and then without any hesitation, he drank the remaining one-third of the fairy brew in one gulp.
"boom!"
Although this magical brew is only one-third, it is a small bottle that the Lord Haojun originally refined after searching for thousands of magical herbs.
A bottle of immortal brew has the same energy as being able to refine ten high-grade magical elixirs, which is extremely precious.
Even when the Lord Haojun drank at the beginning, he only drank from the wine glass on the stone table. It took thousands of years for him to drink two-thirds of it.
Now that the remaining one-third was poured down by Yang Tian, if Jun Hao knew about this, he would probably become furious and scold Yang Tian for wasting all his resources.
After Yang Tian drank the immortal brew in one gulp, he secretly complained that Jun Hao was too stingy and only left a third of the immortal brew, which was not enough for him to drink.
I just don’t know how he would feel when he understood that the fairy brew contained in this small white jade bottle was condensed from thousands of magical medicines. If it was replaced by a refining magic pill that could refine ten high-grade magic pills.
As soon as Yang Tian put down the white jade bottle, he felt a terrifying force of vitality explode in his body.
This vitality force was extremely powerful, filling his limbs and bones.
Yang Tian was caught off guard and groaned, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned rosy in a moment.
He did not dare to delay, and quickly rushed to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, intending to refine all the power of the soul that he had swallowed.
Yang Tian sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling that the energy in his body was uncontrollable and running wildly through his body.
Although Yang Tian's injuries were repaired, it also caused greater trauma.
"What exactly is this fairy brew made of?"
Yang Tian gritted his teeth and suppressed it tightly, his expression slightly frightened and confused.
His face was distorted by pain. The originally depleted fairy blood filled up instantly and burst out, dripping under the pavilion and dyeing the fairy lake red.
The longevity also began to rise, and the depleted body was filled with strong vitality. The heart beat violently, and every sound seemed to shake the world, like a war drum.
Not only that, the sluggish soul also surged rapidly, reaching the point where Yang Tian could not control it.
The hair that was originally white quickly turned into a dark, ink-like color.
The cracked injuries on his body were being repaired quickly, but then they were torn apart by the extremely powerful vitality breath in his body, and immortal blood continued to spray out.
Yang Tian has begun to regret it now. If he had known earlier, he would not have drank one third of the immortal brew.
He did not expect that the half bottle of immortal brew left by Lord Hao would have such terrifying and terrifying power.
But fortunately, there was only one third of it on the stone table. If it were a whole bottle of fairy brew, after he drank it all, not only would it not be beneficial to him in the slightest, but it would actually cause his body to be unable to withstand the power.
Resulting in explosion and death.
But it was too late to regret now. Yang Tian could only frantically run the innate Taoist scriptures in his body, intending to completely refine the one-third of the immortal brew in his body and transform it into his own power.
As long as he survives this disaster, he will surely be reborn. (To be continued)
