The entire body of the Purple Mountain is composed of a magical purple substance, which has no breath of life, but has the same regenerative power as living beings, and this regenerative ability is different from that of memory metal. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Memory metal can only be restored to its original state, but Purple Mountain can be regenerated.

Yang Ming dug a tunnel in the wall of Purple Mountain, and in a blink of an eye, the mountain wall healed on its own, and the rocks he dug out did not disappear.

There is a huge space inside the Purple Mountain, this space has not healed automatically, and I don't know if it was naturally formed, or if it was created by the Emperor with the Supreme Law.

There is an ancient palace in the space of the mountain, the palace is all carved by white jade, it seems to be a wide and cold immortal, crystal clear, there is a rhyme in the palace circulation.

Yang Ming walked up the stairs and stepped in the jade of Qionglou, his divine sense dispersed around, and he did not find any breath of life, obviously it was already empty.

At the end of this white jade palace there is a staircase made of blood jade, which leads straight to a deep cave.

This imposing temple turned out to be just a gateway to the cave.

Yang Ming used his divine thoughts to probe into the cave, and only probed more than two hundred meters before he was cut off by a strange force.

This is not unexpected, how can the emperor's tomb be allowed to be explored by others at will.

Yang Ming took a deep breath and slowly walked into the cave, not far away, he saw a line of handwriting on the purple stone wall.

"God King Jiang Taixu strayed into the Demon Mountain and decided to find out!"

This is the handwriting left by the white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu four thousand years ago, and the handwriting has been somewhat blurred and weathered by the years.

Yang Ming continued to move forward, and not far away, he saw another line of handwriting: "Scattered cultivation Gu Tianshu explores the Demon Mountain." ”

The traces of this line of handwriting weathered by the years are even more serious, tens of thousands of years ago, but the marks are still very clear, obviously the skills of this loose cultivator are much stronger than Jiang Taixu.

After a few steps, another line of handwriting appeared, this line of handwriting was very transparent, and it was left by a woman: "Yang Yi, the saint of Yaochi, looked for Zhang Lin and stayed before entering the magic mountain." ”

Zhang Lin is the sixth generation of Yuantian Master, belongs to the Zhang family, and has a great relationship with the Holy Maiden of Yaochi of that generation.

The handwriting of the Holy Maiden of Yaochi is clearly inscribed, and it is only half inferior to the white-clothed God King Jiang Taixu.

In addition to them, Yang Ming also saw many carvings of his predecessors on the mountain wall, some were clear, some were blurry, only in terms of the depth of the carvings, it was still the deepest of the three of them.

Yang Ming thought for a while, stretched out his hand and left a line of words on the mountain wall: "Yang Ming, the descendant of the human race, wants to see the demeanor of the Great Emperor without a beginning, and explore the emperor's mountain." ”

This line of handwriting is half a minute deeper than the handwriting of the white-clothed god king Jiang Taixu, but it is slightly inferior to Gu Tianshu's handwriting.

Yang Ming continued to move forward, and it didn't take long for him to suddenly hear a weak voice: "Be careful...... There are archaeonic creatures in the cave ......"

The voice was staccato and the speaker was clearly very weak, and he had reached the mark of dying, and the flame of life was about to be extinguished.

"Who are you?" Yang Ming turned around like a whirlwind, his divine sense reached into the source of the sound, and he soon found the person who spoke.

This man was enclosed in the middle of the mountain wall, resembling a dried corpse, with dry blood and breath of life.

"God-king...... Jiang is too empty. "That's human.

Yang Ming raised his eyebrows, he had already expected it, and said: "It turned out to be you, the Dacheng God King Body of the Jiang family of the Ancient Family, who fought all over the Eastern Wilderness five thousand years ago, and the white-clothed God King Jiang Taixu, who was the crown of the world with the art of killing, need me to save you." ”

After a long while, Jiang Taixu's divine sense transmission came again: "I have run out of oil...... Coming ...... Decay"

Yang Ming said: "I have the spring of life and the incomplete immortal elixir here, which can replenish your vitality." ”

Jiang Taixu said: "No need...... I'm at the end of my life...... If you had come ten years earlier...... Or there is a complete elixir of immortality...... There is a silver lining ......"

"It doesn't matter, one more day is a day, as long as you live, there is still hope. ”

Yang Ming took out a small jade bottle, opened the cap, and a rich breath of life overflowed from the bottle. Then he stretched out his finger, and a clear green spring flew out of the bottle, turning into a long snake and burrowing into the mountain wall, pouring on Jiang Taixu's body, nourishing his vitality.

It's a pity that Jiang Taixu is longevity is exhausted, and he is limited by the rules of the Great Dao, and only the immortal elixir can make him change his life against the sky and live another life.

This fountain of life can only allow him to live for another ten days and half a month.

Yang Ming took out another holy fruit from the Ancient Forbidden Land, stretched out his hand to grab a handful, and took out the fragments of life energy and law in the holy fruit, and the round and full holy fruit withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally weathered into a pile of powder.

Then he slapped his palms several times towards the mountain wall, and the fragments of virtual life energy and law directly passed through the purple mountain stone of the substance, directly acting on Jiang Taixu's body and primordial spirit.

Jiang Taixu's life breath was quickly filled, but this life breath was vain and powerful, and his life origin was still fragile.

A holy fruit is just drinking doves to quench thirst, and it only replenishes vitality, not longevity.

This vitality can support Jiang Taixu to live for a few more years, but in these few years, he can't do anything with people, and once the vitality is exhausted, what will greet him is death.

"Thank you. ”

Jiang Tai opened his eyes with a snap, but he didn't break through the wall, he just turned his head, two essences shot out of his eyes, looked at Yang Ming through the mountain wall, and said in surprise: "Four thousand years have passed, I can't imagine that there is a young saint king like Daoyou in the Eastern Wilderness, it's a pity that ......" His divine sense transmission is no longer weak, strong and calm.

Jiang Taixu also touched the realm of the Saint King, but his blood and qi were exhausted and he was unable to make a breakthrough.

"What is a pity?" Yang Ming said.

"It's a pity that Daoist friends shouldn't come here......" Jiang Tai sighed faintly, and said: "This space was sealed by the Emperor by the Emperor's anti-heaven means, and it has its own boundary, and it can only enter but not exit. Even if it's a combination of you and me, I don't want to break the seal. ”

Yang Ming nodded and said, "With the means of the Beginningless Emperor, it is indeed not something that you and I can shake. However, I believe that there is no endless road in the sky, the avenue is fifty, and the sky is forty-nine, even if the emperor is not exhausted, there will definitely be a glimmer of life. ”

Jiang Taixu sighed: "When I first came in, I thought like a fellow Daoist, but I have been here for thousands of years, and I have not found that way to live. ”

Hearing what Jiang Taixu said, Yang Ming did not show a look of frustration, chuckled, and said: "Anyway, I can't get out, and there is no point in being sad and sad." It's better to move on, just in time to see the style of the Emperor of the Beginningless. ”

Jiang Taixu praised: "It's still a Taoist friend who is open-minded, and Jiang is ashamed of himself." If you want to go to pay homage to the Emperor's relics, go over there, but be careful on the way, those primeval creatures are not easy to deal with. ”

"Thank you for the reminder. ”

Yang Ming arched his hand and walked towards the depths of the Purple Mountain in the direction pointed by Jiang Taixu.