Chapter 172 corpse, seed, Jindan

"Good. Masters of longevity and secrets can change the loss of time. The higher the mana, the greater the change of time! The legend of Taiyuan Xianzun is a master of the longevity and secret, and can manipulate the time of 360 times! It’s horrible! I was afraid that Huang Quan’s emperor was there..............”

"閻" is getting scarier and even scared.

"Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha. Heaven helps me too! It is heaven to help me too!" Fang Han laughed. "I can't think of it, but here can change the time! Here is three hundred and sixty years of practice, only the past year, I There is no time to cultivate. I can't beat Huatiandu in ten years, but in 3,600 years, I can do it!"

It has been cultivated for three thousand and six hundred years, and only ten years outside.

"It is not suitable for cultivation here. You must cultivate a lot of wood aura. You don't have a lot of wood aura here. And there is nothing spiritual here. After the masters come in, they can't get out. Maybe not yet. When the life is over, he will starve to death."

"閻" poured a cold water down the head.

Fang Han immediately looked around and violently breathed. He found that there was no vitality in this magnificent palace. Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, etc. No, it really can't cultivate magical powers, let alone any nourishing herbs, and a panacea. In addition to the weathered bones, it is a deserted palace.

Looking at the way back, Fang Han unexpectedly found that "Taiyuan Xiaguang" was gone.

Outside the palace, there was chaos and the atmosphere was terrible.

"Here, it's hard to come in, but it's harder to go out! Even if the master of the longevity secret comes in, it's not easy to go out. There is nothing here, how to cultivate? In your Wang Ding, although there are some medicinal herbs, but support for three or five years Not bad." "閻" seems to know the meaning of Fang Han.

"Let me see, let me see........"

Fang Han muttered, looked around again, and there was an inexplicable panic about the chaos outside the palace. He never dared to be hard.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his heart. He quickly sensed the eyebrows, the deep "tree of the world". Sure enough, this sapling was always absorbing the aura of the fairy world, but since entering the palace It seems to have entered an inexplicably completely closed time and space, and the aura of the fairy world has become very slow and intermittent, like a patient who is going to die.

However, a ecstasy rushed into my heart.

This aura of the fairy tales is not completely cut off, although it is intermittent, but it is better than nothing!

The tree of the world is so amazing! It is not the time of Taikoo, the **** tree in the center of heaven and earth, to communicate the fairy world. In this place, you can communicate with the fairy world!

As long as there is nourishment of the aura of the fairy world, cultivation will not be a problem! And there is no Wanmu Reiki, but there is a tree of the world! This kind of wood aura can be used to raise your own wood emperor to a few realms!

"Ha ha ha ha! Hahahaha!" Fang Han laughed again.

"What's wrong?" he asked strangely.

"The tree of the world can still draw the aura of the fairy world, and I am practicing the emperor's wooden emperor, the wood aura of the world tree, and what other aura?" Fang Han excited.

"What? In this place, the tree of the world can also learn the aura of the fairy world?" I also felt incredible.

"It's a lot slower. But it's enough for me to cultivate. At least I won't die." Fang Han nodded, and the master of the mysterious secrets also had to take the medicinal herbs to survive. The master of the long-lived secrets also swallowed the aura of the fairy tales. In this place, there is nothing, only starving to death, and then decaying a path.

Among the five prison kings, there are 3,000 yuan in the infant, more than 2,000 pieces of life, and thousands of blues. But it is enough to take three or five years, not to mention, there is a witch in Wang Ding, it is impossible to watch her starve to death.

puff!

Suddenly, Fang Han spurted a blood, and the mana tide in the body generally retreated. It turned out that the madness of the sorcerer’s medicinal power had passed. He felt that the body was weak and seemed to be in the midst of a powerful life. Passing away, in his keen spirit, he felt that his life was greatly reduced.

"Fortunately, you have taken Jiuyi Jindan, which has the function of increasing life expectancy. If you are a general monk, you are now aging."

I also know that Fang Han has reduced the life expectancy of a hundred years.

"Jiuyi Jindan can increase the life expectancy of 700 years. That is to say, after you take Jindan, you can live seven hundred years without practicing. However, you have cultivated the Jinluo body and realized the true meaning of the earth. You can also live. For three hundred years. Together, you can live for a thousand years, comparable to Jindan master. But you can only live nine hundred."

I am calculating for Fang Han.

"In the 900 years, I have a life expectancy of 900. It is not bad. At least I can practice here for 900 years. But only two years outside I will die." Fang Han said.

Here, nine hundred years have passed, and it has only been more than two years outside.

In other words, when the outside person is less than two years, Fang Han will die. Of course, he has broken through the realm of cultivation.

"Then start to cultivate! You have experienced many battles these days, and the realm has improved rapidly, but the real cultivation of the righteousness requires a long time to settle in and settle into the mystery."

"No hurry." Fang Han sat down, rested for a while, and ran the airflow to the whole body. This said: "There is no mystery in this hall, we have to explore it, and so many bones here are decaying, but There will always be something that is not decaying. I have to find out what is good."

"That's it! There are a lot of powerful people coming in here." "閻" said: "But there should be no longevity secrets, and the masters of the longevity secrets have entered the depths of the hall."

In the depths of this magnificent palace, there are many closed gates, and the recordings on it are endless, showing people mystery. But obviously it is impossible to touch.

Fang Han is in the entire hall, stepping on all kinds of white bones, screaming and looking for all kinds of valuable things. There are all kinds of dead people here, all the various factions, the fairy tales, all kinds of colors, can be seen from some decaying clothes.

Some of the clothes worn on the white bones are all spiritual instruments, and all kinds of heavenly earth treasures are made. However, the ages are deep and the big arrays are scattered, and the materials are also decaying.

Fang Hanshun was in a pile of white bones and picked up a rusty long sword. It looked like a piece of scrap iron. “閻” looked at it and shook his head: “It’s a pity. This is the best flying sword made by a thousand years of cold iron. It belongs to the treasure, but it takes too long and decays. Oh! Under these passages of time Everything will be rotten, including immortals. There is no eternal life between heaven and earth. No one is immortal. Perhaps, only by finding the legendary 'gate of eternal life' can it last between heaven and earth....... ....."

Listening to the bleak words, Fang Han’s heart tightened fiercely. Even the sword cast by the millennium cold iron was decaying. He still has a life span of 900 years, which is too short.

How long can I go in the long years?

There is no eternal life between heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, will decay.

Not to mention people?

"Is the Protoss not going to die?" Fang Han suddenly asked.

"The Protoss is just too long, and life expectancy is comparable to that of a long-lived cultist. You can even compare immortals, but it is not that they will live forever. One day, the world is destroyed, and they are equally difficult to escape." Tongshou, but there are also Shouyuan in heaven and earth. It will one day collapse."

"After two years, I will not die? Will you learn these people and get stuck here?" Fang Han shook his head, suddenly felt that the intention was utterly sorrowful, and his heart was in front of him, and there was no interest in what was in front of him.

Even if he is here, he has cultivated to the supernatural powers of Heaven and Heaven. It can only add another 800 years of life, 1,700 years. After the old death, only five years have passed outside.

There is no other strength here, but he can't cultivate another supernatural power. Without fire, he can't cultivate the red Emperor's royal power. Without gold, he can't cultivate the white Emperor Golden Emperor. There is no water, and he can't cultivate the Black Emperor. It is impossible to enter a single state by repairing a supernatural power.

It is essential to cultivate to the same place, at least five lines.

Fang Han looked for a long time, but did not find a medicinal herb, because the people who came in were trapped here, after the medicinal medicine was taken, starved to death, thirsty.

"Well? What is that?"

Fang Han rummaged, suddenly kicked a cockroach, this cockroach bone is different from others, even white jade, and no weathering and decay, but also very hard, especially in the hoe, brilliance flashing, do not know is hidden What is it.

And there is a magic weapon around this side, a small flag, embroidered with a bright red bird, a powerful flame essence, transmitted from the bird, turned out to be a treasure.

"Suzaku Banner!" The witch also came out with Fang Han, and saw this small flag, could not help but scream. "This is the fire cloud fairy who should be exquisite and blessed, one of the ten beautiful people of Xiandao, her famous magic weapon. , Zhuqueqi! When she broke into the ground, she did not know how many demons she had killed, Shura. She had already been built into a Shentong seven golden dragons, and her name was very high. The rumor was gone ten years ago, and she disappeared. I could not think of dying in Taiyuanxian. House."

"Is it here ten years ago? That is to say, after three thousand six hundred years here? No wonder she is dead. I can’t think of a female monk, but it’s a blessing, but unfortunately."

Fang Han exclaimed, he knows that 3,600 years have passed, and Jin Dan master is also dead.

Picking up the Suzaku flag and discovering this treasure, it has not decayed and lost its effect. Although three thousand six hundred is long, but for a treasure, it still does not lose its effect.

Ten years ago, he was the master of Jindan, and the ten beautiful people of Xiandao became a bunch of white bones.

"Fang Han, her supernatural seed Jin Dan is still not decaying! Her Jin Dan is still, hahahahahaha! Her Jin Dan is still there." He carefully looked at the brilliance in this girl, suddenly grabbed it with his paws. This gimmick bursts, a brilliance flashes, containing a strong Jin Dan, flying from it.

This is not a medicinal herb, but a master, a seed that is condensed into a supernatural power, a life-threatening golden dan! The human body is very prone to decay, but Jin Dan is not so easy to decay.

Jin Dan Jin Dan, gold is representative of immortality.