() Chapter Seventy-Eight: The King of Medicine

Chen Xuan "talked to himself" for a long time, or he said to the Beginningless Sutra for a long time, and finally, under Chen Xuan's one-style seal, the Beginningless Sutra was closed with a bang, and the emperor's qi was restrained, and it could no longer be opened!

Chen Xuan raised his head and looked at the grand emperor bell from afar, and now the beginningless bell has been petrified, and the whole body is rock, and it can't see its original face, hanging high in the sky of the purple mountain, like a giant palace shrouded there.

Chen Xuan looked there, and then sighed leisurely: "It's all wrong"

Eventually, he left the place and headed to the deepest part of the Purple Mountain, where he saw many vines and ancient trees, green and growing among the stone piles.

Under the ancient vines, there are many corpses, which died at the roots of the plants, and were drained of their origins, and died in a miserable state.

Chen Xuan stepped on a path, and finally approached the most mysterious place of the Purple Mountain, where the light flashed and the fragrance was fragrant.

The ancient vines and chaotic trees are gone, and the breath gradually becomes peaceful, and there are more Laneige fairy grasses along the way, and the ancient medicine is fragrant, as if you have come to the sacred land.

Ahead, a waterfall hangs down, the spring water is bubbling, the aura is swirling, and the five sè brilliance is flashing, this is a divine waterfall.

Just under the waterfall, there is a large piece of divine source, displayed on a platform, blooming with color, making this place more and more sacred.

Without stopping, he Chen Xuan continued to move forward, and a row of crystal coffins suddenly appeared in front of him, each of which was quaint, dull and dense, densely packed, and engraved with lines.

In this row of crystal coffins, there is a terrible corpse in each mouth, like a ghost, with yellow hair, black body, dry and hideous.

Chen Xuan still didn't stop and continued to move forward, slowly, the peaceful aura in front of him increased, the Laneige dragon grass gradually increased, and many cliffs and stones were purple.

Chen Xuan walked to the end of the road, in front of him was a huge platform, the bottom was covered with dragon grass and divine orchids, on which the chaotic qi was swirling, falling down one after another, each wisp could collapse the heavens of the ages!

This place is extremely special and mysterious, as if connecting the past and the present and the future, and connecting with the world.

The platform was magnificent and tall, like a big mountain, and like a big tomb, with mottled rock walls and full of traces of time.

Between the cracks of the cliff wall, one after another old medicine grows tenaciously, wafting down the refreshing fragrance and penetrating into the bones of people.

Through the chaotic fog, you can vaguely see that there are some dead plants on the cliff wall, and they don't know how many thousands of years have grown, which can be called the king of medicine.

The seeds they sprinkled had all grown again, making this place fragrant, like a divine land, and almost suspiciously entered the fairy world.

In the cracks of the stone wall of the foundation of the platform, the medicine kings are growing.

The flower buds are crystal clear, swaying ten lights, hazy and fragrant, making people intoxicated at a glance, and can't help but want to pick it, one plant can last for 400 years, who will not be tempted!

The king of medicine, at least it takes 10,000 years to have this title, the medicine is excellent, and it has the effect of resurrecting the dead.

A medicine king is hard to find in the world, it can prolong life for four hundred years, and it is conceivable that more than a dozen strains together are theoretically comparable to an immortal elixir.

However, the King of Medicine, manpower is almost impossible to cultivate, it needs to be constantly watered with the spirit of the earth, it needs to be nourished by dragon energy, and it needs to grow for more than 10,000 years.

If nothing else, who could have waited so long? Nearly 100,000 years old, even the ancient Immortal Dynasty is only a period longer than this!

On the edge of the platform, a great avenue aura is permeating, like an ancient universe rotating, incomparably terrifying, as if reminding people not to cross the thunder pool for half a step.

But this qiē seemed to be nothing to Chen Xuan, his body was radiated with golden brilliance, and his body was shrouded in mysterious Dao talismans, advancing step by step.

At that foundation, an old medicine plant in the crack of the rock was crystal clear, and the petals swayed with five sè divine light, which shone there a gorgeous, intoxicating fragrance that could not be dissolved.

"Boom!"

After Chen Xuan approached, a chaos fell down, like a white waterfall, hitting the light curtain, like a hundred thousand mountains pressing down.

This Chaos Waterfall, not to mention mortals, even if the Holy Lord comes, it will become dust as soon as possible, and if it is crushed, it will be shattered in an instant.

"Buzz!"

The Dao talisman around Chen Xuan jumped slightly, and a black light rose up to block the divine waterfall that could destroy the king.

The golden brilliance emanating from Chen Xuan's body flashed and flashed, as if he had opened the Golden Sanctuary, and the Dao talisman around him protected him to the front, and Chen Xuan gently reached out and pulled this medicine king out of the crack in the stone.

"Boom!"

The Dao platform shook violently, as if it had collapsed, and an even more terrifying avenue aura fell down, like a star field in the sky was about to sink down.

As soon as Chen Xuan retreated, there, there was a vast white expanse, and thousands of chaotic waterfalls fell down, incomparably magnificent, submerging the area of Fangcai, this scene was shocking.

Chen Xuan picked up the fragrant medicine king, and the medicine king shone out a hazy light, which looked wonderful, but Chen Xuan shook his head: "The medicine is not enough."

The ancient tomb is tall, there is endless chaotic qi falling, it is difficult to move forward, it is difficult for ordinary people to climb up, let alone fly, the void in front of the platform is imprisoned.

It is a small world of its own, and the Taoist platform seems to rise into the ninefold heavens, majestic and majestic.

Chen Xuan forcibly climbed towards the platform and walked towards the platform step by step.

"Boom!"

The chaos waterfall suddenly fell, and the surrounding area was white, and the chaos was surging, like thousands of troops rushing towards Chen Xuan.

What's even more terrifying is that the Great Emperor's formation pattern appeared, and the imprint was densely packed in the void, like a spider web, cutting off the way forward.

In addition to his own body, the ancient emperor is the strongest weapon and formation, which is what future generations want the most.

Now, the Dao pattern of the Emperor of the Beginningless has emerged, and any great sage has to hate him, without any suspense.

I have to say that the Dao talismans around Chen Xuan are really against the sky, Chen Xuan just urged gently, and did not use all his strength, he actually resisted the formation that could kill the ancient gods.

"When ......"

The bell wave spread, deafening, clear and peaceful, without a little killing aura of the emperor's weapon, and at the same time, the wisps of Dao patterns were intertwined and spread over.

"Boom!"

Something surprising happened, the falling Chaos Waterfall retreated, and the dense Dao patterns were blurred.

Chen Xuan climbed step by step, and came to the platform, in the center of the platform, there was a majestic figure sitting cross-legged, with his back to him, his black hair was thick, hanging down like a waterfall.

From the enemy of the whole world to the silence of the whole world! The sorrow of the ancient emperor, that is the loneliness of eternity, and the loneliness of a lifetime alone.

On the grand platform, the chaotic aura was misty, and the tall figure sitting cross-legged on the ground was motionless, as if it had never moved for thousands of years.

Chen Xuan naturally knew what was going on, he didn't say anything, just sighed.

The next moment, the figure disappeared, leaving nothing behind, and there was silence and chaos on the platform.

The ancient Taoist platform, engraved with the mottling of the years, records the loneliness of the ancient emperor's life, sitting alone and facing away from all beings.

Sitting on the ground, there was a broken feather cloak scattered there, and I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, and it has been there forever.

PS: It's the beginning of school, everyone is busy, and I see that the growth of the number jù is starting to slow down and show a downward trend, which is nothing to say.

The big picture has slowly unfolded, and those who are careful should be able to notice. Actually, I'm also busy, but I'll try my best to keep it up to date and encourage you

"The Best Saint Immortal" and "Poison Doctor Wushuang" ---------- choose to ignore it