The world's number one immortal has no inheritance or temple of his own, so the Moon Palace has taken over this position invisibly.

People stood outside the Moon Palace and looked at the white jade palace, and then looked at the direction of the Demon Suppression Peak thousands of miles away. Everything was self-evident. When they exchanged glances and talked at the wine table, that person was always mentioned.

If there is anyone in this world who can save the Moon Palace Master, it can only be that person.

Far above the Demon Suppression Peak, Qing Xuan bowed to the Taoist priest in front of him and said, "Master, are you really not going to go see the rabbit spirit? I'm afraid she is really dying."

The monk Du Shi who had always been at odds with him also said, "Amitabha, if it is destined to happen, it will happen. If it is not destined to happen, don't force it. It is not too late for you to go now, Immortal. Don't leave any regrets."

The Taoist sitting in front of them turned his head slightly and glanced at the two of them with his peripheral vision. He overlapped his right middle finger and thumb and flicked them lightly.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the two men flew backwards and crashed heavily into the mountain behind them, their bodies stuck in it, unable to move.

There was a sharp pain on my forehead, and a big, red bump appeared.

"Who said the rabbit is going to die? Even if it can't survive the Nascent Soul Tribulation, it still has 30 years to live."

Qing Xuan struggled to climb out of the mountain and said, "But the rabbit's true spirit has dissipated. I'm afraid it won't last more than a year."

The injury will continue to worsen. Just a few days ago, when he went to visit Rabbit, even if he didn't enter the Moon Palace, he could feel the other party's life like a candle in the wind.

Li Changsheng asked: "Can the Heaven-stealing Creation Pill save you?"

Hearing this, the monk and the Taoist priest were stunned. They had also heard about the Heaven-stealing Creation Pill from the immortal a hundred years ago. At that time, at the Guanghan Banquet in the Moon Palace, the immortal had boasted to them about the magic of the Heaven-stealing Creation Pill and had also shown them the recipe.

"But we don't have that many elixirs." Qingxuan said, "Even if I spend all my savings in Shangqing Palace, I still can't get enough."

Du Shi said, "Even if Buddhism is added, it's not enough."

"I have a thousand-year-old holy medicine." Li Changsheng shook the gourd on his waist, opened the lid, and a ray of light flew out, and a red fruit came into view.

"I usually use it to make tea. Today it's finally useful, but I don't have the other ingredients."

He had no sect or school, and he didn't deliberately collect spiritual objects from heaven and earth. Not to mention five thousand-year-old spiritual objects, he didn't even have a single spiritual stone on him.

It can be said that he is penniless and relies on rabbits for his daily expenses.

Qingxuan and the monk were speechless. They had always thought that the gourd was a treasure. Just pouring some water into it and pouring it out would be a rare spiritual object. They didn't expect that it was actually soaked with holy medicine.

"I will go back right now to gather all the materials for you, Immortal." Qingxuan was the first to come to his senses, and soon after, Dushi also said, "Amitabha, I will also help you."

After saying that, the two turned around and tried to leave, but were pulled back by an invisible force the next moment.

"How long will it take for you all to get together?"

"What is the Immortal's plan?"

"Borrow from everyone in the world."

Li Changsheng stood up slowly, like an ancient sacred mountain rising from the ground. Although his body was less than six feet tall, the two people could not help but look up at him.

The fragments of the Demonic Abyss scattered in the void trembled slightly, and thousands of demon souls bowed their heads. The poisonous miasma in the air dissipated. The blazing sun hanging high in the sky dimmed slightly, and only an inexplicable vibration remained between heaven and earth. Countless cultivators looked up at the same time at this moment.

"I am Li Changsheng, a poor Taoist priest. Today, I would like to borrow thousand-year-old spiritual objects of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and ninety-nine and eight kinds of five-hundred-year-old spiritual medicine from the world. Anyone who is willing to borrow it should raise his head three feet high and call me Li Changsheng."

The sound traveled thousands of miles, suppressing all the complexity of heaven and earth.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths. Qingxuan and Du Shi held their breath, and then they narrowed their eyes and vaguely saw a white light appearing in the sky, and meteors appeared and flew towards them.

Li Changsheng waved his hand and all the thousand-year-old spiritual objects of gold, wood, water, fire and earth were in his palm, and countless spiritual medicines were hovering around him. It took him less than an incense stick of time to collect spiritual objects that Shangqing Palace and Buddhism might not be able to gather.

The two found it incredible, yet somehow felt it was natural.

The grace of immortals is like the grace of heaven.

Normally, there is no way to send gifts, and many people beat their chests because they have not sent any. This is a favor from the immortals, and the more you send, the more you will get in return.

Sorry, I don’t know why I wrote a message for the author but found it was gone when I woke up the next day.

I felt really bad last night.