Entering the mausoleum, everyone is full of excitement and reverence.

He is a legendary miracle doctor of the last century, single-handedly creating the supreme glory of the Miaoshou family, and now in the blink of an eye, 100,000 years have passed......

Through a layer of white light in front of the door, Wu Heng saw a big silver tree, growing and towering, with branches and leaves swaying, and the sound of silver bells was crisp and moving.

"Silver Bell Sycamore!"

The big yellow dog exclaimed, and his big eyes almost popped out.

The strong medicinal fragrance comes to the nose and refreshes people's hearts.

An old monk looked at the hundred-meter-high silver bell sycamore in front of him, and his eyes flashed, "That sycamore is still alive and planted in the ancestral mausoleum...... The treasure of the past among our people!"

"That's not the case, that sycamore has died in the ancient dark age, this is another one!" Miao Yiqun shook his head, of course, he was already trembling with excitement, and he said: "When the old ancestor died, the clansmen dug up a root of the silver bell sycamore and transferred it to the ancestral cemetery, I didn't expect it to grow to such a point now. ”

For the monks of the Miaoshou family, the silver bell sycamore symbolizes the world's glory of the family, and now there are thousands of domains, and there is only that one, but unfortunately after the desolation, it no longer exists, who knows that there will be a vein of fire in the tomb, and it has been fully grown, stronger than the silver bell sycamore in the past.

As the name suggests, the sycamore tree gets its name because the leaves make a silver bell-like sound when they shake.

It is silvery white all over, and every leaf has great medicinal value, which is not lower than the six-grade fairy grass.

There are even leaves that are comparable to the Seven Grades of Immortal Medicine.

In the Great Ancient Era, that silver bell sycamore had 100,000 leaves, which was equivalent to 100,000 fifth-grade to sixth-grade immortal herbs, and it grew endlessly, providing a large number of alchemy materials for the Miaoshou family every year.

Now, it is even stronger, although it is only a transplant of the root of the sycamore tree in the ancient era, but more than 100,000 years have passed, it has no quarrel with the world, no one disturbs, and the land in the cemetery is fertile, and it has grown to an incredible extent, and there are at least 150,000 silver leaves at a glance.

According to the market price of thousands of domains, a six-grade immortal medicine is about ten divine stones, and 150,000 six-grade immortal pills are one and a half million divine stones.

One and a half million divine stones, which is simply an immeasurable sky-high price!

"Tsk, this is really the supreme treasure of the Ancient Era!!" the big yellow dog exclaimed.

Every year, he provides the family with herbs worth 1.5 million divine stones, and he can't send them if he doesn't want to!

Just by seeing this silver bell sycamore, the monks of the Miaoshou clan were almost dizzy with happiness, knowing that as long as there was it, the glory of the Miaoshou family could be passed on forever.

In addition, the fallen leaves of the silver bell sycamore are a very important medicinal material for refining the Dengxian pill, so the Miaoshou family was able to produce a large number of Dengxian pills. And the monks in the outside world can only rely on expensive substitutes to refine the Dengxian Pill, and the effect is much inferior to the Dengxian Pill refined by the Yinling Wutong, which is why there is a wonderful hand in the past, which can cover the sky with one hand in the field of alchemy and medical skills.

"If you can steal roots and transplant them, isn't it too big...... Wu Heng couldn't help but be moved.

The big yellow dog said: "The probability of successful transplanting of the silver bell sycamore is too small, and the growth is slow, and it is difficult to harvest without tens of thousands of years." ”

Hearing this, Wu Heng's interest suddenly decreased greatly, maybe at that time, he was already in the ground.

Under the branches and leaves of the silver bell sycamore, a black coffin is quietly placed, accompanied by the crisp sound of "jingle bell", which looks very peaceful and quiet.

There is no doubt that it is the coffin where the body of the wonderful hand is placed.

The coffin is unpretentious, without any veins, and the wood is ordinary, according to the last wish of the wonderful hand, everything is simple.

The moment he saw the black coffin, the monk of the Miaoshou family knelt down again and bowed, with a face of piety.

"Brother Miaoshou, this immortal has come to pay tribute to you. The big yellow dog also saluted the black coffin in a decent manner, with a pair of copper bells with big eyes deep and sad, as if he remembered a lot of memories.

The monks couldn't help but get goosebumps when they saw it, this big yellow dog's serious demeanor, could it be that he really knew the ancestors of the wonderful hands?

Is it really from the Wasteland?

Only Wu Heng is accustomed to it, and it is estimated that even in front of the tomb of the Emperor Xinghe, this immoral dog will be called "brother".

Anyway, Wu Heng didn't believe it if he was killed, the big yellow dog had been called a brother and sister with a miracle doctor.

The size of the Miaoshou Tomb is like a small world, with a width of dozens of miles and countless secret treasures. Soon after, Wu Heng actually found a spiritual field, in which the glow was overflowing, the fragrance of medicine was fragrant, and a three-inch puppet with golden light was running happily in the medicine field, but after seeing Wu Heng, the golden puppet with the appearance of a child showed a frightened look, and suddenly went into the ground and disappeared.

"Immortal Elixir!" Wu Heng instantly changed color, and the word array under his feet lit up, and he rushed straight into the spiritual field.

It's a pity that the golden doll ran too fast, and Wu Heng rushed into the ground thousands of meters low and didn't find it.

That's a ginseng doll, it's already a sperm, and it's thousands of miles away when you drill it in the ground!

Wu Heng guessed that if he caught the immortal elixir, he would be able to live for at least a thousand years.

It's a pity that I couldn't catch it, and I was scared away thousands of miles away, and I don't know when I will return to this spiritual field.

And although Lingtian was shining in the sky and the medicinal fragrance was strong, he couldn't see any medicinal materials, and it was estimated that he had eaten the ginseng doll clean.

The immortal elixir is like this, once it becomes a essence, it will like to eat fairy grass and immortal medicine, look for it everywhere, and make the world its home.

"It's unbelievable that it can break into the cemetery!" Wu Heng stood in the middle of the Lingtian and exclaimed, knowing that the cemetery had a formation seal before.

On the other hand, the big yellow dog was also very annoyed, and also saw the elixir of Chengjing, which was another immortal elixir, which could last for three hundred years, and was a green vine, swimming like a snake and escaping.

"It's a shame. Wu Heng told the big yellow dog what had happened, shaking his head and sighing constantly.

The big yellow dog said: "This immortal has seen at least five immortal elixirs in his life, but none of them have really caught, and they are all thieves who are fast." ”

However, after searching, they all got a harvest and dug up a lot of immortal medicines.

This was done with the permission of the monk of the Myshou.

The ancient books in the tomb are all placed around the silver bell sycamore, and the rest of the places are some spiritual fields, let them search freely, which is one of the rewards for Wu Heng to break the mausoleum.

After some searching, Wu Heng didn't find too many surprises, and the only surprise immortal elixir ran away.

In fact, the highest value of the Miaoshou Mausoleum is the silver bell sycamore, and the other is the ancient book that accompanied the Miaoshou into the burial.

It's a pity that none of those things belong to Wuheng.

Wu Heng wouldn't feel a pity, after all, it was a thing of the magic hand.

What he wants is to ascend the immortal pill, the key thing to impact the eleventh immortal vein.