Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 298 Divine Mark Purple Gold
A ray of sword light seemed to destroy the world and struck up like a divine thunder.

The Fengshen Bang reacted immediately. It flew out with a golden light and knocked the immortal Taoist away on the spot.

The Immortal Taoist's face became ferocious, as if the simple and peaceful appearance just now was not his at all.

The golden light emitted from the list of gods turned into a big golden hand, knocking the immortal Taoist to the ground with a bang.

Then he slapped him away, then pressed him to the ground and rubbed him repeatedly.

The Immortal Taoist couldn't bear this humiliation. He flashed and flew into the mountain again, and was sealed obediently.

The journey back went smoothly, with basically no other weird situations encountered.

Everyone left the Holy Cliff just like that. The old madman looked at everyone and nodded before saying goodbye to everyone.

He didn't even look back when he flew away, he just left.

He had already understood the secret of the calligraphy. He reached the horizon in one step, and the second part directly shattered into the void.

"It's not a good time to stay here. Let's get out of here quickly."

Yang Xingchen shared the incomplete holy body he obtained with Ye Fan to specialize in secret techniques.

"Senior Brother Yang, don't leave yet, I have something for you." Ye Fan said.

"What? It's mysterious." Yang Xingchen said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yang taught me the skills and saved me several times, but he didn't thank you properly." Ye Fan said gratefully: "I got a treasure, I will give it to Senior Brother Yang today."

As Ye Fan spoke, he took out something the size of a palm.

The bright purple brilliance emanated, and everyone closed their eyes unconsciously. After a while of adaptation, everyone slowly opened their eyes.

"Divine Mark Purple Gold!"

"Such a large piece of purple gold with divine marks!"

The big black dog's breathing became rapid. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes and envied Mark's luck.

Yang Xingchen looked at this piece of purple gold with divine marks. It was as crystal clear as a diamond and exuded a dreamlike purple brilliance.

His whole body is crystal clear, and the purple light flashes as brightly as a diamond.

The lines on it are just like the divine lines carved on it by the gods. No wonder it is called the Purple Gold with Divine Marks.

Yang Xingchen really envied Ye Fan's luck. He didn't expect that after his piece of phoenix blood red gold was taken away by Long Fei in the original article, Ye Fan actually got another piece of palm-sized purple gold with divine marks.

He looked at this piece of divine gold with envy, and wanted to take it directly, but seeing everyone staring at the divine gold with burning eyes, he said: "Brother Ye, this gift is too valuable, I can't accept it."

Yang Xingchen reluctantly looked away, looked at Mark and said.

After some refusal and humility, Ye Fan put this piece of sacred gold into Yang Xingchen's hands.

Ye Fan is a person who has a clear sense of grudges and grudges, and he is not willing to owe anyone a favor. When he can, he will repay it twice as much.

Although he is called Ye Hei, his Hei refers to his enemies, not his friends.

Although Yang Xingchen deliberately pretended to have saved him several times, he was actually plotting the treasure on him.

Now that Ye Fan's reward exceeded his expectations, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Brother Ye, to be honest, I covet this treasure very much. Since Brother Ye is so generous, I won't be pretentious. I will accept this gift."

"It just so happens that my boy doesn't have a weapon for enlightenment, so I'll build him a weapon." "Brother Ye, if you have any trouble in the future, just go to Taixuanmen to find me. Come or rain, I won't say anything!" Yang Xingchen said, patting his chest.

Yang Xingchen has also learned to brag. Don't worry about whether he can help or not. Show your attitude first. At least everyone can appear to be friendly and friendly.

Ye Fan's luck is so strong, why don't he owe Ye Fan another favor?
When Ye Fan has the treasure, he can harvest it again.

After thinking about it, Yang Xingchen said: "Before Emperor Wu Shi attained enlightenment, he practiced the Western Emperor Sutra and the secret techniques of the Holy Body."

"I accidentally obtained the Western Emperor's Scripture. I will give you a copy today."

As he spoke, Yang Xingchen kept pointing out, and a divine light flew into Ye Fan's eyebrows. In a moment, he understood the complete Western Emperor Sutra technique. Although there was no secret technique, a complete sutra was very important to him. So important.

After all, in the original text, Ye Fan had practiced to the second level of the Immortal Stage, and only then did he obtain the complete secrets and skills of the Holy Body from the Dacheng Holy Body ghost, and only then did he obtain the complete scripture for the first time.

"Senior Brother Yang, this generous gift is really too heavy. I don't know how to thank Senior Brother Yang!" Ye Fan said excitedly.

"You're welcome. If someone calls me Senior Brother Yang, then I will protect you from now on."

"I have always thought that you are a very lucky person. You will encounter treasures when you go out. If you encounter treasures in the future, you can share some with me." Yang Xingchen said with a smile.

"Okay, it's settled." Ye Fan nodded solemnly.

After Yang Xingchen and Ye Fan parted ways, he did not return to Taixuanmen. Instead, he found a primitive mountain range and lived in seclusion for the time being.

He opened a cave as his own cave. Yang Xingchen took out the black gourd and covered the entire valley, hiding his aura, so he could practice safely here.

Yang Xingchen controlled the black gourd, refined the blood of the Dacheng Holy Body, and extracted the blood essence inside.

A total of three bottles were tempered. The jade bottle was crystal clear and the blood essence inside was clearly visible.

These are three bottles of the most sacred ancient holy medicine.

In the first small jade bottle, there is golden blood, which is dazzling and dazzling, as if it is melted divine gold. People who shine can't open their eyes.

When Yang Xingchen picked him up, the golden holy body origin in his body made a rumbling sound of thunder. The golden origin resonated with the golden blood.

In the second small jade bottle, golden light and bright red coexist, beautiful and dazzling, holy and mundane.

The inside was golden, almost equal parts blood and red blood, fused together and turned into a brilliant divine light.

The blood inside was shrouded in various fairy lights, and its aura was majestic and majestic, just like the resurrection of a great holy body.

The golden glow flickered, and Yang Xingchen felt the golden origin in his body roaring more violently, and the same was true for the bright red blood.

In the third small jade bottle, there is bright red blood. It is not radiant or dazzling, but appears quiet and peaceful.

The blood inside is clearly visible, there are no powerful energy fluctuations, and there is no amazing aura, only a plain and simple feeling.

These bright red liquids condense together to form a human form, just like a human elixir.

I can't feel any special power from inside, it is very quiet and peaceful, and I have returned to my original nature.

This is the perfect state of Dacheng Holy Body practice. The blood loses its golden brilliance and turns into bright red again.

When Yang Xingchen held the third small jade bottle, he felt the restless golden origin in his body. It was originally roaring like a tsunami, but at this moment it was calm.

The blood essence in these three jade bottles is all extracted from the blood of the Dacheng Holy Body on the holy cliff. This is a heritage that spans the ages and represents a power that can break the shackles of heaven and earth.

This is the essence of blood, possessing immortal divinity. It is the most precious thing in the blood of the Dacheng Holy Body. Yang Xingchen successfully extracted it with the help of the black gourd.

(End of this chapter)