Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 498 Golden Divine Mud
"This is a holy spirit at the level of a great sage!" Wang Bo quickly judged his realm.

This cave spewed bursts of black mist outwards, accompanied by roaring sounds, and golden light shot up from time to time.

With a loud bang, the pit collapsed again.

A golden lotus rose slowly from the ground.

In this monstrous black mist and bloody rain, this golden lotus exudes a holy aura, which is extremely sacred.

The golden Holy Spirit suddenly trembled with excitement, as if he had feelings.

He flew to the lotus, and an astonishing transformation took place on the lotus.

The golden Holy Spirit gradually turned into flesh and blood in the lotus, giving birth to real flesh and blood.

Wang Bo felt that his eyes had been opened. Everything he saw today was too weird.

This golden cave has existed for millions of years, and they never thought that such a monster was suppressed underground, or that such a monster could be born.

The divine light blooming from that mysterious and enchanting golden lotus seemed to be very important to this Holy Spirit, helping him transform into flesh and blood.

"Ouch..."

The Golden Holy Spirit roared, and he pulled out the golden lotus. It turned out to be his naturally born weapon, the golden lotus.

Exuding the terrifying power of the Great Sage.

The petals of the golden lotus seem to be endless, half and half blooming continuously.

The golden lotus keeps getting bigger, crystal clear and shining with golden light.

More than ten meters, more than a hundred meters, more than a thousand meters.

The huge golden lotus covers the sky and the sun, and the golden divine light is extremely bright.

Rumble.

The golden Holy Spirit actually held a huge golden lotus and smashed it towards Wang Bo.

The killing intent is astonishing and the power is unparalleled.

Wang Bo was stunned. He didn't expect that this holy spirit was so fierce and not afraid of his ancient axe.

"No matter what kind of monster you are, everything is in vain in front of my ancient axe!"

The Luan Gu Ax flew out, exuding the majesty of the Luan Gu Emperor, and the entire Eastern Wasteland and Northern Territory felt waves of throbbing.

Another extreme weapon, the ancient axe!
This was not the first time that the Ancient Ax was used. This terrifying energy fluctuation and aura shocked Beidou.

The ancient axe was as black as ink, and the divine light of chaos shone, exuding the power of the great ancient emperor, which made people shudder.

The Luangu ax made of black gold with dragon patterns, the dragon patterns on it seem to come alive, with black dragons swimming on the surface of the Luangu ax.

Emperor Luan Gu, an emperor who dared to name Luan Gu, his strength should not be underestimated.

Rumble.

The golden Holy Spirit, holding a golden lotus, wanted to kill Wang Bo, and burst out with a bright divine light.

"what..."

The Holy Spirit suddenly let out a scream, and the body shattered inch by inch, then exploded into a ball of golden blood mist.

This bastard actually provoked the majesty of Emperor Luan Gu!

The Yakuza weapons left behind by the ancient emperor must not be underestimated. Only Yakuza weapons can fight against Yakuza weapons.

Wang Bo didn't expect that this guy was obviously killed instantly by him. Where did he get the confidence to actually want to kill him.

Rumble.

The remaining power of the ancient ax directly exploded the golden lotus and turned it into a ball of golden mist.

The terrifying black mist and bloody wind disappeared, and the right side was golden and sacred.

Wang Bo opened his eyes and observed carefully, and soon saw the dragon veins and ancient gold mines there.

There he saw a large area of ​​golden and crystal clear metallic liquid, they were like golden divine mud.

Upon closer inspection, they are indeed not metal, but a large ball of golden mud.

"It's really miraculous that such a powerful Holy Spirit was born from this golden mud!"

Wang Bo collected the mud, which was as big as a hill.

Then he dug out the dragon marrow and the divine source in this dragon vein.

This dragon vein is considered useless.

However, Wang Bo didn't have the slightest regret. If it was destroyed, just destroy it. Anyway, in another two hundred years, the entire planet would be destroyed.

When the time comes, this planet will be reopened, and some masters will repair the planet again.

Wang Bo decided to tell Yang Xingchen what happened to him, and then gave him the golden mud.

He felt that this ball of mud might be useful to Yang Xingchen.

. . . . . .

After Yang Xingchen finished the treasure gourd appreciation party, he went into seclusion in Taixuan Sect, hoping to hit the realm of the Great Sage.

Within a month, Wang Bo came to the door and delivered a ball of golden mud.

Yang Xingchen opened his eyes and observed carefully. The sparkling soil did not look like ordinary soil, but more like tiny crystal particles, tiny grains of sand stuck together.

Although it exudes brilliant golden light, if you look closely, you will see that there are many colors between the particles, and nine colors of divine light are blooming.

After these kinds of divine light are fused together, they become golden light, just like the golden sun made of mud, the brilliance is bright.

Yang Xingchen could feel that this strange golden mud made people feel like a spring breeze, and the pores dilated. There was actually a rich energy essence emanating from the mud.

After sending Wang Bo away, Yang Xingchen took the golden mud back to the small world of Black Gourd and observed it carefully.

After some research, he ran the prescript, and with a thought in his heart, he looked at the small dead tree placed in the corner.

Initially, two dead ancient magical herbs were obtained from Zhangjiazhai near Zishan, and one of them was resurrected and became a golden gourd.

And this small tree, which seemed to have been petrified a long time ago, still did not revive even after pouring a large amount of blue divine liquid.

He suddenly looked forward to the golden mud ball with great anticipation. He had a hunch that this golden divine mud might be able to nourish the small tree, and perhaps allow it to take root, sprout, bloom and bear fruit again.

He carefully took out the dead sapling.

The elixirs of immortality planted in different locations in the distance all shone brightly, exuding an astonishing breath of life.

And this small tree really doesn't feel the slightest vitality, as if it has really turned into a fossil.

Yang Xingchen divided the golden mound-like mud into two parts. He kept one part and planned to plant a small tree on it. The golden cement is overflowing with brilliance, golden light, and steaming, exuding amazing energy, rich and frightening.

At the beginning, it was like a dead tree, without any movement.

But as time went by, more and more spiritual energy gathered around the small tree, and mysterious brilliance appeared one after another. The brilliance was like a real dragon, a fire phoenix, or a unicorn, exuding a sacred aura.

If you look closely, you will see that the little tree is constantly changing.

Slowly, the small stone flower tree returned to the appearance of a dead tree.

Then, a trace of life appeared on the dead tree.

Until one day, the small tree exuded vigorous and rich vitality and began to sprout.

This golden divine mud is indeed beneficial, and it can really revive this dead tree.

The little tree came back to life, but it didn't grow very fast.

Yang Xingchen immediately took out the blue divine liquid and started drip-feeding the blue divine liquid.

The place immediately became filled with divine light, as if a scorching sun had risen, and the life was as undulating as the sea.

The small tree is taking root and sprouting faster and faster. There is a blue color in the golden color, which blends together in the green glow and twinkles on the small tree.

The small trees continue to grow, and amazing vitality is gestating and bursting out. The surrounding aura of heaven and earth is like a tide, rippling wave after wave. It is really amazing.

The small tree is surrounded by chains of divine order of the avenue, which are the innate divine patterns of the avenue.

"Great, I need another elixir of immortality!" Yang Xingchen said happily.

As Yang Xingchen continued to pour the blue divine liquid, it continued to grow.

Purple gas emitted from the small tree, exuding a rich fragrance. Yang Xingchen absorbed it subconsciously, and the purple substance poured into his body. He immediately started to use his technique.

He felt that this mysterious substance not only nourished his physical body, but also nourished his soul.

He didn't notice any harmful substances, there wasn't a trace of trouble, all he absorbed was the essence.

He felt very comfortable and enjoying himself, his whole body was warm, and his soul seemed to be leaving his body, as if he had become feathered and ascended.

After a while, the small tree became shrouded in red haze, emitting streaks of red haze.

After Yang Xingchen absorbed it, he felt light and airy all over his body. The wonderful feeling was like entering a fairyland drunkenly. The surroundings of his body became very sacred, with divine chains of order lingering around him.

Auras of various colors emanated from the small tree, all of which were absorbed by Yang Xingchen. His whole body became steaming with rays of light.

As Yang Xingchen continued to water the blue divine liquid, the small tree continued to grow and grow taller.

Finally, like a bodhi tree, a golden body of six feet was formed. It grew into a golden tree that was six feet tall.

The golden leaves swayed, golden light fell, and strands of green haze emanated from the golden light, spreading in all directions like ripples.

In an instant, the sky sound of the avenue sounded, just like the ancient ancestors making sacrifices, and Yang Xingchen felt that his soul was clear.

Then the tree began to grow buds one after another.

The six-foot-tall golden tree has palm-sized pieces of old skin like scales. It is golden and full of vicissitudes of time.

The blue divine liquid gave him the precipitation of time, as if he had traveled through time and space and arrived at the present.

The leaves of the tree were shaking, and golden light was falling like rain, just like golden stars shining one after another, as if falling from the stars.

Around this golden tree, a large green haze was born, and the threads were intertwined, exuding the sound of the heaven.

At the top of the tree, the branches and leaves are the most luxuriant, the golden light shines, the gorgeous light rains, it is sacred, and the aura is amazingly rich.

There is one of the largest buds in that place.

The flower buds grow at the top, growing and getting bigger, and soon they reach the size of the mouth of a bowl.

There are strands of alluring fragrance, if there is no trace, and the divine chains of order of the avenue are intertwined around it.

Soon, the fragrance became more and more intense. After Yang Xingchen kissed her, he felt that his whole soul calmed down. A sacred and peaceful breath rose in his heart, and all the hostility seemed to be eliminated.

At this moment, he felt that his mind and the mirror of Xiantai were as clear as water, as bright as the moon, and his whole mind was sublimating, sacred and peaceful, peerless, as if he was about to become a flying immortal.

In an instant, I saw the golden light rain all over the tree, like a violent storm, falling on Yang Xingchen. His body was shining brightly, bathed in the golden divine light.

All the flower buds are blooming, and strands of golden mist are rolling, thinking of Yang Xingchen falling over.

Yang Xingchen's heart was calm and motionless. It automatically ran the exercises and refined the golden mist. Some of the mysterious substances in it were fine and crystal clear, like smoke and mist, and they were all absorbed by him.

Whether it's from his mouth, nose, or every inch of his skin, they are all absorbing this golden mist, treating every inch and every cell of his body.

The flowers on the golden tree, the outermost ring of buds, are all white flowers, exuding white mist.

The flowers inside are green, and the green mist is steaming, emitting a dazzling green light.

There is only one flower in the middle, which is the largest bud, exuding golden mist, shining golden light and fragrant.

Yang Xingchen felt that three different substances were blooming, and the tiny particles were shining brightly, shining brightly every moment, like stars shrunk ten thousand times, like light and mist.

This was not the first time Yang Xingchen felt this special aroma.

Sometimes he wonders, is this the pollen road plant from the Shengxu era?

When he read the original text, he learned that the Pollen Road actually appeared quite early, and its origins could even be traced back to the Perfect Era.

That path has always been there, but later a more suitable method appeared.

As far as Yang Xingchen knew, Fatty Duan and Zhang Bairen both had immortal cultivation techniques from the Perfect Era, and even some of the ancient cultivation techniques from the earlier Immortal Era. Maybe they could communicate with them.

This rich and fragrant breath is intoxicating. In a trance, without knowing where he is, he can feel that his life level is constantly improving.

This kind of sublimation and transformation is very violent. Even though Yang Xingchen is already at the peak of the Saint King, he can still hear the crackling of the bones in his body, even the blood in his body is roaring like thunder, and his heart is roaring like a war drum.

Yang Xingchen continued to circulate the Great Emperor's scriptures, and his whole body seemed to turn into a golden scorching sun.

His Yuan Shen is also constantly running his skills, and is also sublimating and transforming under the transformation of this mysterious mist.

Both the physical body and the soul are sublimating and transforming.

Well, when this mysterious little tree is resurrected, the mist or aroma it emits can directly act on the body or the soul. The effect is really amazing.

Yang Xingchen is extremely sacred and brilliant in this mist.

He could feel that his flesh and blood, as well as his origin, were obviously improving.

The sky is filled with golden mist, white mist, and green mist.

Chains of order one after another are wrapped around the body.

Soon after, all the mist was absorbed by Yang Xingchen, and the bright flowers withered.

(End of this chapter)