Mao Zhenhuang's hand holding the crown was a little shaky, if it weren't for the strip of cloth wrapped around it, the war knife would probably be out of his hand a long time ago.

Leaning on the stone wall, he looked back viciously, and there were at least fifty or sixty living corpses attracted by him behind him, with teeth and claws, and the hideous green grimace was even more vicious than him.

The brainless creatures stopped chasing and didn't dare to approach the stone wall!

Seeing this, Mao Zhenhuang's nervous and ruthless heart was a little relaxed, but then the severe pain in the waist hit the head.

The left waist injury is not yet well, and the short distance of five hundred steps, which was originally a scabbed back injury, has been broken open with violent movement, and the black blood has made the outside of his left leg cold all the way, and this is not the most serious.

The most serious injury was on the right side of the belly!

The big hole in the bowl had turned the lower half of his body into a blood-red color, and even more blood fell on the dirt with the rags of the robe.

There is no thick resentment, and he can see the living corpse in front of him clearly under the black rain, but the living corpse can also see him!

Four living corpses attacked at the same time, and Mao Zhenhuang, who had no way to hide, felt that he was lucky to have a hole in his belly, and this was the result of him dodging his spine.

Mao Zhenhuang, who was puzzled as to why the living corpse had stopped, raised his head and glanced at the stone wall.

There are words on it!

Thousands of hates, before and after.

My sleeves are wide,

No, he was covered by him, and it was difficult to look at immortals!

A few lines of big seals, very scribbled, as if the sword to make the pen kite fluttering in the wind and carved casually, but on it is glowing with streamers, only to find that there seems to be a vicissitudes of vigor in it, the pen walking dragon snake between the golden hook iron strokes more like mixed with the endless rising killing intent.

The more you look at it, the more immersive it is!

Mao Zhenhuang hurriedly withdrew his weak mind, and didn't dare to take another look.

It's just this short time of two or three eyes, the sweat has soaked through the clothes, the killing intent in his mind is even more explosive, the black eyes are beginning to redden, holding the crown and just want to run towards the living corpse behind him, killing a happy one.

"Phew!"

Mao Zhenhuang bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood at his feet, and then leaned on the stone wall a little sluggishly and gasped heavily, he finally knew why the living corpse couldn't stop.

After a delay of half a moment, Mao Zhenhuang propped himself up with a short horizontal knife and walked towards the pool behind the stone wall, he couldn't rest for too long, he was afraid that he would not have the strength to return to the dilapidated hut after such a rest.

It's not far behind the wall, but thirty or fifty steps is a pool, but it's the thirty or fifty steps away that Mao Zhenhuang hasn't finished half of it, and he has forgotten the purpose of his coming here.

It's a cemetery!

A cemetery surrounded by a pool.

What shocked Mao Zhenhuang was not this cemetery, this place was originally a Jedi, and the dead couldn't even be buried, not to mention how many living corpses were wandering here, and Dangmang was a big tomb, not to mention the one in front of him.

What shook him was the tombstone!

Mao Zhenhuang felt an illusion in his eyes, walked to a tombstone and took a closer look.

There are no words on the tombstone, crystal clear and transparent, and the whole is a dense black, but if you look closely, you can find that the black is tinged with a hint of silver purple.

It's this silver purple, and his squinted eyes are beginning to be fascinated.

Dark Stone!

"Extravagant, extravagant, extravagant......"

Mao Zhenhuang greedily stroked the tombstone in front of him, and he forgot his pain.

It is rumored that Xuanyang Jingguang has been exposed to heaven and earth for a long time, and it is a kind of thing eroded by the evil qi of the earth, a rare hard thing in the world of cultivating immortals, and it cannot be carved, smelted, and difficult to refine after forming, and it is usually used to make a Yin attribute magic weapon such as a big seal, but because it is hard and cannot be etched into the magic circle, it also causes the function of the magic weapon cast to be relatively single, and few people can use this thing as a raw material to make their own natal magic weapon, and this kind of magic weapon mostly appears in the hands of monks in the foundation building period.

And this thing made by nature is extremely rare, and it is difficult to find the earth's yin and evil qi, and there are even fewer people who can endure Xuanyang Jingguang without putting it in the earth's yin evil qi for hundreds or even thousands of years, and it can still be used as a tombstone for such a large piece of Xuanyang Jingcan.

But the price is definitely okay!

One of these stones topped his Mao Zhenhuang for three years.

This thing is inherently rare, and there are quite a few people in the immortal cultivation world who are good at refining weapons, but in terms of size, it is not so big, the size is no more than a fist, and there are very few people who are full enough to take Xuanyang Crystal to synthesize this thing, and it is mostly a product of failure after mixing a little bit in the refining weapon.

Only the big sects would have the luxury of using Xuanyang Jingguang to make tombstones, but no one dared to dig the graves of the big sects, and the small sects couldn't afford to play, and they didn't know how long this place had been banned, so that he could see the appearance of this kind of object here.

After being greedy, Mao Zhenhuang instantly calmed down, the real Xuanying Stone was dark blue with silver purple, but the one in front of him was black with silver purple!

"Resentful?"

Standing up with his sword, Mao Zhen glanced around the pond and said to himself, it is estimated that this kind of thing can explain why the Xuanyin Stone has changed color.

There are more than 100 pieces of this kind of inauthentic Xuanyang stone tombstone around, although this thing is not very valuable, but it is estimated that it can be worth one or two thousand Xuanyang Crystal when it is dug up.

Although there are a lot of them, who made Xuanjing change like this is not worth anything at all.

But then again, if it's really valuable, after so many years, he Mao Zhenhuang can't see this thing now, and he was not dug up by others and was dug up by Hou Dezhu behind him.

Da Neng doesn't look down on this thing at all, but it doesn't mean that Mao Zhenhuang doesn't look down on this thing, one or two thousand Xuanjing is really not a small amount of money for him, it has been rotten in the northwest of Liang Country for so many years, and the annual quota that Liang Guo gave him is only six Xuanjing, plus the exploitation of his subordinates to sell charms, he has only saved more than 20 yuan in his pocket after so many years, which shows how attractive these tombstones in front of him are.

"If I don't die, it's all mine. Mao Zhenhuang glanced at the tombstone in front of him nostalgically, and then turned around and stepped towards the pool that Hou Dezhu said in front of him.

The Xuanjing of the lifeflower is the Xuanjing!

The Xuanyang Jingcan, who can't get out of this swinging mang, is just beautiful, what he needs to do next is to "eat enough", and then break back to the broken wooden house with this pile of tombstones!

Only when he returns to that wooden house is he a living Mao Zhenhuang, and he is more qualified to enjoy the Xuanjing exchanged for these tombstones.

And the pond is not far away, there is no water, only there is a high platform in the middle, standing on the side through the black rain to see, there seem to be a few red fruits, it is estimated that it is what Hou Dezhu said can be eaten.

There was not a single living corpse wandering around, Mao Zhenhuang raised his head and looked around, feeling a little surprised, but he didn't think much about it, he went down to the waterhole that had been dry for an unknown number of years, and at this time he wished that there was no danger around these few fruits.

Walking up to the high platform in the pit, he glanced at the only three fruits lying on the ground, and at this glance, he couldn't take his eyes off it!

The fruit was small, the fist was the same, red and transparent, and it grew on a single branch, the branch was dark green, with dense leaves, and it was the only green plant he had seen in this Wandering Jedi.

Mao Zhenhuang covered his bleeding waist, looked at the only three fruits on this branch for half a pillar of incense, and then got up and took a long breath and glanced around at the surrounding environment.

Surrounded by mountains, the mountains have dry ruts, once for the turbulent waterfalls, a group of streams come to Zhenchen, the dragon of Qianhai cultivates the show, the water is straight to rush, the reverse return is the knot hole, and the pond in front of you is this hole, if the mountain aura is not dry, this pond at the foot should be the noon Ding life, take the spirit of Kan Gui, the vitality is magnificent, the source is endless, the gathering is abundant, the vast and difficult to be poor.

Mao Zhenhuang, if you are not mistaken, this should be the root of this land of swinging mangs, the extreme yuan of a mountain.

But the mountain is dead, the water is broken, and the whole Dangmang only has endless resentment filling the heaven and earth, but the extremes of things must be opposed, and the "anti" must be the opposite here, the root of the Dangmang Mountain.

It's a good fit for the environment in which something grows.

Zhu Guo!

"Sun's Ruiyingtu" has a record, the vermilion grass, the essence of the grass, the land of the yin and the yang of the sky, the sky is born, a leaf is born every year, until one hundred and fifty years, the one hundred and fifty-first year, a leaf falls, and a fruit, reciprocating for thirty years, in the fall of a leaf and a fruit, reciprocating and reciprocating, until one hundred and fifty fruits, the branches and leaves are rotten, and the world is decayed.

There are three fruits in front of him, which shows that it took 90 years after the tree was formed, and the branches lying on the ground lived for at least 240 years.

The branches are useless and poisonous, but Zhu Guo is used by the gods, greatly replenishing the vitality, recovering the veins and solidifying the detachment, replenishing the spirit and benefiting the deficiency, and the monks in the foundation building period can achieve the miraculous effect of washing the essence and cutting the marrow, cultivating the essence and consolidating the Dao foundation.

A calm Dao heart, beating like never before!

In disbelief, Mao Zhenhuang repeatedly checked the leaves on this branch three times, and finally determined that it was one hundred and fifty leaves, and only then did he dare to believe that the three fruits lying on the ground were the legendary Zhu Guo.

Looking back at the broken wooden house, all he could see under the dense black rain was a little fireworks in the world, and he didn't see Hou Dezhu himself at all.

He didn't know if Hou Dezhu was looking at him, but he knew that this "food" was heavy.

He was already hopeless for his monastic career in this life, but when he saw the three fruits in front of him, an unprecedented hope was somehow born in his heart.

One is enough!

The foundation must be laid within three years, even if he has missed the best age to take it.

He didn't know what would have happened if he hadn't fought for his life, but now it seemed like he had made the right choice.

He carefully plucked the three vermilion fruits with his upper hand, and wrapped them in layer after layer with his hem cloth strips, until there was no trace of blood-invading cloth strips available.

"I'm going to crawl back!"

This is the belief that Mao Zhenhuang was born at this time.