The Immortal Flower, transformed from the pure air of Kunlun, is one of the three immortal medicines in the world.
The one who took the Immortal Flower was Yuan of the Tushan tribe, but when he was reincarnated in later generations, he was in a state of "being Yuan but not Yuan". Only after death, when the true spirit returned to the essence, could the Immortal Flower start to work and maintain the immortality of the true spirit. But now Wei Yuan has revived his past memories.
This change happened when Nujiao asked him to touch the pottery.
A change different from every previous life.
He is Wei Yuan, but he is indeed Yuan.
The effect of Kunlun Immortal Flower made Wei Yuan's heart wound slowly wriggle and slowly recover. The severe pain made his face distorted and fell to the ground. His palms were tightly grasped on the ground, and his cheeks were constantly twitching. Immortality was one thing, but the pain did not decrease at all, especially this injury seemed to touch the limit of the Immortal Flower. If Shanjun directly crushed the heart into powder, the Immortal Flower was not a witch medicine after all, and it could not revive him.
The pain of being pierced through the heart, and the pain of the torn wound healing.
Wei Yuan's face turned pale.
If he was not in front of the enemy, he would have cried out long ago, but now he had to hold on tightly.
He could not lose face in front of the enemy.
Hold on, hold on!
At this moment, Shanjun seemed to have just come to his senses, staggered to the ground, and the crouching tiger waist card lit up with flowing light. The light flowed in the air and finally turned into the strange and chaotic picture scroll belonging to Shanjun. On the picture, the appearance of Shanjun burned quickly, and correspondingly, a breath of energy was taken away from the real Shanjun.
Shanjun wanted to stop it, but he was exhausted and could not do it at all.
He could only watch the energy being sealed into the scroll.
That was his foundation and origin, the proof of his existence as a god, and his existence. But now, because of the mark left by the seal in the past, and the fact that he was on the verge of death, he was forcibly pulled out. Finally, the strange and chaotic scroll ignited without fire. The mountain wind left behind was blown away, and the ashes of the scroll were blown away by the wind, and a tiger seal appeared.
The four sides were the bottom, and the tiger on it raised its head and roared, vividly.
This was the strong wind rushing down from the top of the mountain.
It was the seal of the gods.
This seal had no entity, and then fell into the crouching tiger waist card and was collected in it.
At this moment, even the foundation of the mountain king's existence had disappeared. He was truly exhausted. His tiger eyes slowly lost their spirit, but he still tried to pull out the eight-sided Han sword that pierced his heart and threw it on the ground, allowing himself to maintain the last bit of dignity.
The eight-sided Han sword was stuck upside down on the ground.
Swallowing the blood of the gods, fine lines appeared on this ordinary iron weapon, whistling with the wind.
The battle here was not seen by others.
But they guessed the approximate landing point. The helicopter arrived with a large number of people. With the sound of the wind, the voices of people communicating came:
"Hurry up, the tiger god should be here. That is the body of the god of heaven. It must be kept secret and sealed."
"We need to preserve his body. This is the most valuable research material in the world!"
Then, there was a low voice.
"Also, the person who fought with the mountain god... wants his blood and bone marrow cells... The most important thing is the core gene. It is best to extract his sperm while he is asleep... There are always people who believe that the offspring of the strong are equally powerful."
"What did you say?!!"
"There is no way, at least save people first."
Such a voice fell into the ears of the two people. The mountain king, who was obviously about to die, had a trace of residual light in his gray eyes. He climbed up by supporting the ground, sensing that he was about to dissipate. Unless he devoured another god at this moment and absorbed the foundation of divinity to support himself, otherwise not even his true spirit would be left.
The gods are high up in the sky. The higher they are, the more miserable their fate will be if they fall down.
Even becoming a lonely ghost is just a luxury.
But how can you kill a god in this situation?
He was stunned and seemed to be at a loss, then he quickly regained his sanity and calmness. He turned his head to look at Wei Yuan, suddenly stepped forward, and hit Wei Yuan's heart, which had already exploded once, with the last punch.
Wei Yuan's face changed, but he had already exploded once and didn't have the strength for a second time.
He was repelled.
The flames rose.
The remaining breath of the mountain king could no longer kill him, but only connected to the flames, leaving a burnt mark on his heart, distorting the mark that penetrated the wound, and also sealing the breath of the immortal flower so that it would no longer leak out.
Shanjun stood up straight after staggering, saying, "I don't blame you for losing."
"My last piece of advice, Crouching Tiger, hide yourself."
"Not dying is not a good thing, be careful of being dissected. The human heart is very dangerous."
He stood up little by little, facing the helicopter in the distance, spread his arms, took a deep breath with his last strength, and then laughed out loud:
"A real man, when he is alive, is feared by the world, and when he dies, he is happy to the world!"
"Even if I die, I should die at the hands of a hero and be buried between heaven and earth. How can I be humiliated by a villain?!"
Shanjun jumped back fiercely, and then he had no more strength, and his eyes were completely dim.
The strong wind dissipated and fell into the abyss.
......
Wei Yuan took the punch and was finally knocked unconscious by the impact, and his consciousness slowly fell into darkness.
His last consciousness supported him and he wanted to leave immediately, but he could not control his body.
A ruin, with traces of blood everywhere. The helicopter noticed this place and rushed here with the personnel there. Before that, a long wind rose from the sky and earth. It was not the strong wind brought by the tiger, but the wind transformed by the pure air. The changing wind interfered with the helicopter more than the fighter plane, so the people could not get close.
A girl wearing a white top and high-waisted jeans came with the wind. Her long hair was tied up and she wore a baseball cap. Only a few strands of black hair were exposed on her forehead. She saw Wei Yuan and felt that the latter's heart was still beating. She finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell gently.
Jue stretched out her hand and pressed on Wei Yuan's neck to confirm the pulse.
Thinking about what the water ghost said before, the girl clenched her five fingers.
The long wind circulated, dissipating all the blood and other things belonging to Wei Yuan here.
Then it turned into cherry-flavored happy water specially mixed by the water ghost.
Just like blood.
The goddess looked into the distance with her black eyes, and didn't say much, but was a little hesitant about how to bring Wei Yuan back. She looked around slightly, and clenched her five fingers slightly, and the breeze around her became more and more magnificent, emitting a green light that could not be seen by the naked eye.
Then she controlled the wind and let it lift up Wei Yuan, who was much taller than her.
Then she recalled a little, put her left hand under Wei Yuan's shoulder blade, put her fingers under her left armpit, and put her right hand on Wei Yuan's knee, so that the unconscious Wei Yuan leaned his head on her shoulder. The girl used her strength to pick up the crouching tiger.
After thinking seriously, she exhaled slightly.
"It's very simple."
When the goddess took Wei Yuan away and rushed to Quanzhou, Wei Yuan's will struggled to wake up because of the mountain breeze, and then his thoughts stagnated, and he found his own state. He found that the side face of the girl in this perspective was a little chubby, and found that the girl's black hair was blowing in the wind and fell on his face, itching, and then he realized his current state.
Princess hug?
Me! Me, I just killed a god!
You were carried like a princess.
I was the halberd bearer of the First Emperor, escorting Xu Fu across the East China Sea and killing the Overlord.
You were carried like a princess.
I am the second Tianshi of the Taiping Dao!
You were carried like a princess.
Wei Yuan was silent.
Then he closed his eyes and fainted.
......
After a while, several helicopters slowly landed.
What was waiting for them was a mess and blood that had begun to dry up.
Fortunately, the blood in some places has not completely evaporated. They had to collect the "blood" according to the request of the other side of the phone.
This will be the highest level of research material.
......
Yingtianfu is the core area of Jiangnan Road.
The Yangtze River flows through this area. According to the surveillance, the body of Shanjun fell into the Yangtze River Basin, but after searching for several days, the body of Shanjun was not found. After the Yangtze River flows out to the sea, it will enter the East China Sea, and the East China Sea of Shenzhou is connected to several other seas in the world.
One of them is the Sakurajima Sea of Sakurajima.
There is a big shrine on the seashore.
On this day, the servants of the shrine found that a person was sent to the rocks on the coast along the tide of the East China Sea, and then the host of the shrine found that the person had a very strong breath characteristic. Although he was dying, there was no doubt that he was a powerful creature from that ancient land.
And he was almost dead.
The shrine here is dedicated to the mountain god of Mount Fuji, Konohana no Kaiyahime.
The shrine maiden and the servant tied up the dying creature and took him to see the mountain god Konohana no Kaiyahime. Then the mountain god of Mount Fuji finally recognized the extremely weak but extremely pure divinity. His face changed, and he found his father and brought him here.
That was the mountain god born from the union of Izanagi and Izanami, Oyama Tsuma.
Oyama Tsuma looked at the man lying on the ground in astonishment.
Seeing that his whole body was swollen with water and dying, no, even dying could not describe his state. He was almost a corpse, but his will still had a trace of vitality, and the pure divinity around him filled Oyama Tsuma with greed, but also a trace of vigilance and alertness.
The news of the battle that occurred in Shenzhou Jiangnan Road a few days ago was not completely blocked.
Dashan Jinjian also knew this.
So in the face of such a huge temptation, he was still full of vigilance and gestured left and right.
A servant stepped forward, holding a wooden stick used by the gods to punish sinners, and hit the man in black hard on his arms, legs, and even on his forehead. He didn't know how many times he hit him, almost tearing his limbs apart, and wounding his head, bleeding. The two servants were exhausted and panting, but the man still had no reaction.
Then he asked the witch to come forward and dip the blessed water with wheat ears and sprinkle it on the man.
There was a hissing sound, but the stinging and itchy made the man in black have no reaction at all.
In the end, he even poured this thing on the man's face in an insulting way, but the other party didn't even change his expression.
Instead, a servant of the god accidentally touched his body, causing him to shake. He spread his arms and dropped a few beads into his arms, spinning around. They were relics, which exuded a very strong divinity. It was obvious that the divinity that had just entangled this man came from these relics.
Oyama Tsunami was completely relieved, and then stepped forward to take the relics, wanting to absorb the power from the ancient land, so as to increase his own strength and occupy a high enough position in the upcoming chaotic world, and even use this as an opportunity to steal and devour the divinity of the land like the Buddhas in the past.
Just as he couldn't help but fantasize, suddenly.
Another hand was raised and grabbed him tightly.
Oyama Tsukimi's pupils contracted, and he saw the corpse lying on the ground open his eyes. The pair of light yellow pupils had long been dim and absent-minded, but at this moment, they exuded an indescribable evil spirit. Oyama Tsukimi was frightened and angry, and drew out his divine weapon and smashed it on the forehead of the man in front of him.
But the other party did not avoid or retreat, but rushed towards him.
Oyama Tsukimi was a noble mountain god, how could he fight to the death with such a corpse?
So he subconsciously retreated.
The weapon in his hand smashed the other part of the man's body, trying to force him away, and he retreated himself, but he did not expect that his weapon would break the other party's shoulder, and the other party did not retreat at all, and instantly approached within three steps. In the pair of light yellow pupils, tyranny and anger of provocation and insult rose.
A low tiger roar sounded.
Three days later,
The arrogant and rampant tiger roar sounded in this shrine.
Shanjun barely survived, but the relic was completely used up. In addition, as a price, Oyama Tsuji, the goddess of Mount Fuji, was killed by him in exchange for his injuries. He deprived her of her divinity as the foundation of himself. He sneered coldly in his eyes. This could be considered a god, but he was high above, didn't know how to fight, didn't know how to be vigilant, and had no will at all.
Not as good as a mortal.
The sound of footsteps was heard, and Shanjun looked up at the place where the sound came from, his eyes were cold: "Who?"
It was a man with a gentle face, five long beards, and a clear divine aura on his body. He said:
"Me? You can call me the main god of the sky."
"You can also call me the emperor of the gods."
Shanjun looked cold, raised his hand and grabbed a spear, murderous aura rose, even though he was seriously injured, he still stepped forward, the weapon in his hand went straight to the other's throat, until the Taoist smiled and said the next sentence, the blade with a residual image was pulled out, and then stopped in front of his throat.
"Of course, you can also call me..."
"Xu Shi."