Chapter 359: Chijing Dan

Take the milk as the eye, take the umbilicus as the mouth, and dance with the dry qi.

This is the true portrayal of the God of War Punishment Heaven.

According to ancient legends, Xingtian competed with the Emperor of Heaven for the throne, and was beheaded and buried in Changyang Mountain.

There is also a poem that says: Xingtian Dance is dry, and the fierce will is always there.

Such a person who dared to compete with the Emperor of Heaven and Earth actually appeared here, which couldn't help but make Zhao Ling'er a little surprised.

Xuantian Ji was indifferent and unhurried.

With his eyesight, he could see that although the monster in front of him looked exactly the same as the God of War Xingtian, when it came to Taoism and mana, it was far inferior to the legendary Xingtian, and his own strength was only average.

For three thousand worlds, there are three thousand punishment days.

This day of punishment is not the day of punishment.

I don't know what big sins the punishment heaven in this world committed, and finally became a small mountain god.

But now it seems that this mountain god's position, he seems to be doing it tastefully and majestic.

I saw Xingtian's eyes glaring, and he shouted: "I am the guardian saint of this mountain, Xingtian is also!--you actually stole the peach without my permission!"

Xuan Tianji smiled slightly, and said: "I am a guest invited by Ran Weng, and I see that this mountain peach grows well, so pick one and taste it, how can I use the word 'steal'?"

"If you pick a peach without the consent of the god, you will steal it!" Xingtian was furious when he heard this. "Don't talk nonsense, if you want to take Pan Tao, you have to beat me first!"

As soon as he spoke, he picked up his great axe and was about to slash forward.

"Boldly punish the sky, when you see Nuwa Niangniang, you dare to make a mistake!" Xuantian didn't move. Just suddenly shouted.

This loud shout was like rolling thunder. Majestic and solemn, Xingtian suddenly stopped.

Zhao Ling'er rolled her eyes. A wisp of a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the heaven and earth law of the human head and snake body appeared.

In an instant, an oppression from the blood and soul deeply enveloped Xingtian's body. Xingtian's face flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye. And his body began to tremble.

Obviously, under the oppression of Nuwa's divine power, Xingtian was not comfortable.

The more Zhao Ling'er's strength improves, the more the inheritance of the great god of Nuwa will awaken. Until now. To deal with these weak gods, Zhao Ling'er didn't need to do anything at all, her bloodline completely restrained them.

This is also the reason why Xuantianji brought Zhao Ling'er here to pick peaches.

The descendants of Nuwa, or the great god of Nuwa, are a symbol of justice and a representative of relieving suffering and relieving the suffering in any world. Their identity is a pass, whether it is an immortal sect. Or many gods, all of whom respect Nuwa and give a few thin noodles.

And the people who accompany Nuwa are naturally the righteous side. Occupy the righteousness!

Sure enough, I saw the sound of the Xingtian urn and said angrily: "The little god is reckless, and I ask Nuwa Niangniang to forgive her sins!"

"You're the duty too. Don't mind too much!" Zhao Ling'er said solemnly, with a look at the board. With a bit of sacrosanct aura, Xuantianji was slightly distracted.

This old man was ignorant. The little girl who is as simple as water has now become a graceful queen. A smile with a smile, there is no style.

When Xingtian heard Zhao Ling'er's words, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since it is what the mother needs, even if the peach is taken, the little god will not dare to stop it!"

Zhao Ling'er said "um", and went down the mountain with Xuantianji.

At this time, it was already dark, if you went out to find the Pangu Axe, it would be a little boring, and besides, the blood dew peach did not last long, and the spirituality was very easy to lose, so Xuantian Ji and Zhao Ling'er returned to Ran Wengju.

Gu Yue and Ran Weng were both in the hall, but their faces were a little strange, and when they saw the two of them coming in, their faces were even more complicated, staring at Zhao Ling'er faintly, as if they were confused.

Xuantianji looked at the faces of the two, and guessed that this was because he was curious about Ling'er's identity.

However, no matter how much they wanted to break their heads, they would never have thought that Zhao Ling'er was a descendant of Nuwa from another world.

Xuantianji didn't mean to explain, and looked at Zhao Ling'er.

Zhao Ling'er understood, waved her hand, and the blood-colored peach reached the air.

Xuantian Ji took out the demon refining pot, and then took out the Shennong Ding from the demon refining pot, and with a move of his mind, he took the blood-colored peach into it.

The Shennong Ding suddenly flashed with five-colored light, and the house was full of brilliance, and there was a faint fragrance.

Gu Yue and Ran Weng glanced at each other, their faces a little solemn. Gu Yue said loudly: "Daoist friends are so blessed, they actually carry two artifacts, Shennong Ding and Demon Refining Pot!"

"Not to mention the two pieces, isn't the Kongtong seal also in the hands of Xuan Daoyou?" said sourly.

The Kongtong seal is his treasure, but it's a pity that the protagonist takes turns and goes to his house this year.

There are talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

His time had passed, and the artifact had left him, and now it was in the hands of Xuantian Ji.

Gu Yue looked at the demon refining pot, turned her head with a smile, and said to Ran Weng: "We really have a relationship with this pot, it has been a thousand years, I didn't expect to meet here again." ”

Ran Weng stopped complaining, stroked his beard and smiled: "Yes...... It's really reminiscent of the time we spent happily together!"

The two old men, you and I said a word, remembering the experience of fighting with the fairy in the pot thousands of years ago, as for the matter of the blood-colored peach being taken, the two of them didn't pay attention to it at all.

Xuantian Ji immediately understood that Xingtian should have a secret communication method with Gu Yue and Ran Weng, which could explain their performance.

Xingtian was spent by the old fox of Guyue, testing Zhao Ling'er's true identity, or testing Xuantianji's heart, but he didn't want to meet the descendants of Nuwa who had awakened, and he was naturally restrained, so he didn't have much temptation, so he watched Zhao Ling'er take the blood dew peach respectfully.

This is naturally beyond the expectations of the two, with such divine power, it is impossible for anyone else to bow down without fighting Xingtian except for the great god Nuwa himself.

Even if it's a Nuwa stone, it doesn't have this ability.

But as far as they knew, the great god Nuwa had fallen into a deep sleep and could not come out to hang out.

So, the two old guys were completely confused.

Xuantianji ignored the two of them, and when it was about a cup of tea, he walked to the edge of the ding, patted the ding's body lightly, and three crystal clear red crystals suddenly fell into his palm.

"This pill is called Chijing Dan, taking one, you can increase your lifespan by 50 years, and your cultivation will increase by 300 years, but ...... Only the first pill is effective, and it is useless to take more!" Ran Weng played with his long beard, shaking his head.

Xuan Tianji nodded, this was not much different from what he expected. Take one out of your mouth and toss it into your mouth.

When the pill was entered, there was a burst of fragrant fragrance. Immediately after, the medicinal power of his whole body was stimulated, washing and washing his limbs and bones, slowly increasing his cultivation.

After a while, Xuan Tianji smiled and said, "It tastes good, it's just too little!"

The three-hundred-year cultivation mentioned by Ran Weng was originally aimed at the plane of the Xuanyuan Sword. Counting on him, it is about half a year of tuna cultivation.

After all, in different worlds, the concept of three-hundred-year cultivation is different.

With his current Dao practice, the immortal realm vitality purified in an instant is equivalent to the sum of the vitality of hundreds of years of cultivation in the Fengyun World, and the sum of the vitality of thousands of years of cultivation in the Condor World, the difference is simply worlds apart.

In other words, the thousand-year-old monster of the Wind and Cloud World, when he came to him, was just a trumpet ant that had been cultivating for less than a year, and he could easily crush it.

As for the opponent he will face soon, the Demon Realm Demon Lord, who lives in the barren and barren Demon Realm, although he has been cultivating for thousands of years, Xuantian Ji still has the confidence to suppress it, and this is exactly the reason.

One side of the water and soil feeds the other side.

10,000 years in a small pond is not as good as 10 years in the ocean.

Nothing more. (To be continued.) )