"Immortal Light!"
Sure enough, someone arrived in an instant and saw the last scene. A red cloud disappeared into the distance and fell into a vortex in the void. No one knew where it teleported to.
"Is that the Immortal Blood Escape Technique of the Nether Blood Cult's founder?" The visitor had deep eyes and felt that the divine light was very pure and did not look fake.
The true body of the Nether Blood Cult's Patriarch has also come. This is so disgusting. It's bad enough that several "Nether Blood Cult's Patriarchs" are fighting for the treasure, but he is even involved in the murder scene.
In this world, on earth, in the human world and in the fairyland, he is indispensable. His figure can be seen everywhere. He is the king of pots, carrying the heavens on his own.
The leader of the Netherblood Cult is extremely unhappy!
"Zheng Yuantian is dead?!" The leaders of the Netherblood Cult were all moved and shocked. How could the old devil Zheng be killed so quickly?
Someone else said in a deep voice, "I saw a furnace cover in the blood light. Could it be the health furnace? Zheng Yuantian is dead."
This is definitely a big event. The faces of the people who came here all changed. The fourth treasure also appeared and was obtained by someone. Did he kill Zheng Yuantian with it?
"Mingxue obtained the health-preserving furnace, killed Zheng Yuantian and left." One person spoke.
The main body of the Dark Blood looked at them and felt tired. These people were standing in the blood light, all pretending to be him. How dare they mention the Dark Blood all the time? None of them were good people!
"Who, is it you, Mingxue? Kill Fellow Daoist Zheng!" In the distance, Hengjun was holding the Feathered Banner, his white hair fluttering in the air. He was furious, and the Yin-Yang Divine Fire Silkworm Immortal Robe on his body was rustling even more.
He was filled with murderous intent and was so angry that the blood from his body was surging into outer space, and even meteorites in the sky would explode because of it!
"Friend Zheng Daoyou, I will find the real murderer and avenge you!" he swore.
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Sixty thousand miles away, Wang Xuan came out of the vortex of the void. During this time, he corrected his direction several times and rushed all the way to the vicinity of Hengjun's dojo.
Now, he didn't care about the disaster behind him. While Hengjun was not at home, he quickly raided his lair and left him nothing.
"Hengjun, you aided and abetted Zheng Yuantian in killing me, so I won't be polite!" Wang Xuan looked at the majestic sacred mountains ahead.
The black mountain was emitting wisps of innate essence, growing various spiritual medicines, and the red mountain was dripping with earth marrow, nourishing a divine orchard. The silver-white mountain was streaked with wisps of sword light, and the metal gas was filled. This was the place where exotic treasures were refined.
Hengjun's dojo was moved from other fairy realms to this fairy realm attached to the old land. There are clusters of sacred mountains, each different, majestic and magnificent, covering a vast area.
Wang Xuan saw the tea tree at first sight. It was right in front of the cave, in the open space between the sacred mountains, and it was not covered up.
The main reason is that Hengjun gradually gave up on it and could no longer afford to keep it.
Ever since its mutation failed, it has been difficult to preserve its most fundamental properties as a natural medicine. It needs medicinal soil from Mount Buzhou, and even more so, rare and precious immortal juice from the higher spiritual world. It needs to be replenished from time to time.
Now, it is less than a year away from the extinction of the fairyland. Hengjun believes that even if it can be kept alive now, it is destined to die in the future.
There are some powerful magic arrays guarding it, but there is no particularly targeted arrangement. Ordinary people cannot move this tree, but Wang Xuan, who is holding the stove cover, has no problem.
Bang!
He threw it directly out, and the peerless power had not yet dissipated when it smashed into the dojo, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to sink. The mountains covered with array patterns exploded and the restrictions collapsed.
The only special place in this Taoist temple, the stone room where Hengjun usually meditated, disappeared with a whoosh and was covered by hazy chaos. The magic array was the most densely packed there.
As for the external areas, all kinds of magnificent buildings, suspended divine islands, gardens in the void, etc., did not receive such treatment and fell to the ground with a loud bang.
The protective magic circle at the location of the First Immortal Tea quickly disintegrated. After the furnace cover fell, it emitted a soft light, which was actually actively guiding the heavenly medicine, with auspicious clouds.
Wang Xuan showed a look of surprise, and then he immediately thought of the rumor that the treasure, the health-preserving furnace, had a legend related to various elixirs.
It is said that when you hold it close to the heavenly medicine, you can draw in the medicinal properties, making it easier to pick the big medicine, and placing the herbs in the furnace can also improve their quality.
The First Fairy Tea tree is full of green, with fresh and juicy leaves, and a thick trunk, like an old dragon coiled into the sky, up to six meters high.
It bears some fruits, very sparsely, each only the size of a thumb, in different colors, some are golden, some are silver, some are purple... The small tea fruits are very gorgeous, sacred and pleasing.
But the quantity is too small. Who can drink it every day?
Earlier, Wang Xuan was still thinking that by brewing a pot of tea every day, he could not only maintain his health, practice enlightenment, but also entertain friends. But now it seems that the output is too low.
The old tea tree was shaking, and Wang Xuan helped it to rise from the ground. The leaves were green and sparkling, and the fruits of various colors were crystal clear. It was very beautiful. This was a natural beauty.
It shrank, accompanied by wisps of divine light and covered with white fairy mist. The tea tree quickly fell onto the stove cover, and both of them shrank to the length of a palm.
After Wang Xuan received it, he felt as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, and felt comfortable from head to toe. After killing Zheng Yuantian, he visited Hengjun's Taoist temple and felt refreshed.
These two men were mortal enemies, destined to be in opposition. Killing and robbing them gave him a special sense of accomplishment, and his eyes and eyebrows were shining.
Of course, he didn't waste any time. After getting the old tea tree, he took advantage of the chaos and flew away directly!
“Who is it?!”
"Who is this? He has stolen the cave of Immortal Ancestor Hengjun. Is he crazy? Even if he wants to die, he can't do this. He won't have the chance to be a human being in his next life!"
Naturally, there are many extraordinary people and many masters in this dojo. Some of them were affected by the collapse of the magic circle just now and died.
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