Immortal Emperor's marriage

Chapter 122 Who Can Not Die?Who can live forever?
The sun and moon alternate, yin and yang converge, and the air of life and death in the dry bone formation circulates very slowly. Luo Jiuxuan and the roe deer walked out of the formation without any surprises, and their eyes suddenly brightened.

The space in front of me is neither wide nor narrow, it looks like a garden, surrounded by colorful flowers, full of fragrance, colorful, not like a cemetery at all.

"Sure enough, there is a medicine field!"

The roe deer has sharp eyes, and can see the medicine field not far away at once, where the mist surges, the colorful halos flow across, the auspicious smoke rises, and the brilliance is misty, which is dazzling.

An emerald green silk bamboo is deeply rooted, with nine bamboo joints, crystal clear and radiant.

A dazzling golden spirit grass swayed in the wind, the grass leaves were green, surrounded by golden light, like a streamer.

A snow-white anemone is in full bloom, the lotus leaves are like clouds, ethereal and clear, cleansing and fragrant.
"It's all great panaceas that have gone through thousands of years!"

The roe deer's eyes straightened immediately, and his saliva was drooling.

The Xie family has many medicine fields, even it has its own medicine field, where many elixir are planted, but there is no comparison between elixir and great elixir, just like the gap between soil and gold!
Elixirs are available at any time, but it takes at least a thousand years to evolve into a great elixir. The value of a great elixir is equivalent to hundreds of ordinary elixir!
And this medicine field is full of great elixir, and there are hundreds of them!

The roe deer roared excitedly. Its way of improving its strength is different from that of human monks. It only needs a large amount of elixir. There are so many great elixir here, which can completely improve its strength to a higher level.

call out!
The roe deer turned into a streamer, and ran directly to the medicine field, opened his mouth and gnawed, just like a starved ghost reincarnated.

This medicine field was reclaimed and planted by Wan Zonghua in the last days of his life. He wanted to grow the life-sustaining medicine, but it would take at least thousands of years to make the medicine. His lifespan was far from enough, so he couldn't wait until that day .

Luo Jiuxuan also walked over, picked seven different great elixir, and let the roe deer continue to eat them.

He walked around the medicine field and walked to another place, there was a cave here, the cave was not big, less than ten feet in radius, and one could see through it at a glance.

In the cave, there is a pile of human-shaped dead bones, sitting cross-legged. There are weathered clothes on the bones, and there is also a line of handwriting that reveals desolation and unwillingness.

"I, Wan Zonghua, have no family or sect. I am alone. As a loose cultivator, I have stood proudly in Qingyu for hundreds of years. I am not afraid of any forces under Dazong. I am allowed to roam the world. However, the deadline is approaching, and I am struggling to find a way to continue my life There is no trace of the precious medicine, and the path of practice has no place to return, and it is just a dry bone in the end."

Luo Jiuxuan had also seen this line of handwriting before, and now looking at it again, he couldn't help but feel a wave of fluctuation in his heart, and sighed softly: "Above the heavens, under the Nine Nethers, there are billions of dead bones. Who can survive a journey of cultivation? Who can live forever?"

The fairy world is vast and endless, and since ancient times, there have been countless immortals. Although they have a long lifespan, they still cannot resist the years, and in the end they can't escape the end of their lives.

On the left side of Wan Zonghua's withered bones, there is also a seven-foot long stick, which is rusty, dilapidated, and devoid of spirituality. Occasionally, there will be a wave of waves and clanging sounds, like thousands of armies and horses fighting. It is deafening, witnessing the extraordinaryness of this weapon.

"A ninth-level true treasure, what a pity."

Luo Jiuxuan shook his head. This stick was Wan Zonghua's true treasure during his lifetime. It used to be able to overwhelm the rivers and seas, disrupt the world, cut the sky with the stick, and accompany Wan Zonghua in battles for hundreds of years, but lost his spirituality in the long years , now there are only a few fluctuations and occasional waves, and it is no longer brilliant, not even as good as a first-order heavy treasure.

(End of this chapter)