Chapter 13 Fumai Dan
"Senior, now that I have mastered most of the ancient characters, I should be able to cultivate Taoism, right?"
At this time, Wang Heng, who was walking in front, asked.
After comprehending the ancient ancient texts as vast as the ocean, he saw the magnificence and magic of this world of gods and demons, and became more looking forward to cultivating the Tao. Naturally, he wanted to cultivate the Tao as quickly as possible.
Although the term "cultivating the Tao" is very unfamiliar and completely different from "moving blood", the first state of the worldly law in the chaotic ancient era, Wang Heng can understand its meaning.
"Planting the Tao", as the name suggests, means planting seeds and beginning to realize the Tao, which has an initial meaning.
It should be understood that the essence of the ancient immortal method is to choose a suitable Tao seed, integrate it with it, and accompany the creature all the way from the time when it is the weakest, grow together, and finally merge with the Tao, step into the realm of the Ultimate Dao, and then reach immortality in one fell swoop .
Therefore, the importance of Tao seeds is self-evident. Because of this, there is a saying that was circulated in the Immortal Ancient Era. Having a perfect seed is equivalent to controlling one's own destiny.
Wang Mian heard the words, pondered for a while and then responded: "Young Master, don't be anxious about cultivating the Tao. I think your current state is not the best. He probably just comprehended a lot of ancient characters and has not yet fully digested them." Thorough reasons.
In my opinion, it is best for you to consolidate for a few days, and then adjust all aspects to the best condition before trying to cultivate the Tao. By then, you will be able to make every step flawlessly. "
Wang Heng heard what he said and nodded in agreement. A true immortal had suggested this, so it was naturally the best choice.
"Okay, let me consolidate my gains and then think about cultivating the Tao."
At this time, Wang Mian turned over his hand and took out a porcelain bottle with exquisite patterns. There was a dark wooden stopper on the bottle mouth. Although it was not opened, strands of fragrance curled out, spreading in the void and entering Wang Mian's eyes. In Heng's mouth and nose.
For a moment, he felt comfortable all over, his flesh and blood particles vibrated slightly, and his soul was floating, as if he was about to emerge and ascend.
"What's this?"
"Back to the young master, this is the elixir refined by the Immortal King himself. It is specially prepared for the young master. It is called the Fumai Dan. It can help living beings sort out their physical bodies and get close to the great road. It will make it easier for them to absorb the true meaning of the great road in the ancient characters. It is also good for cultivating the road. Helps a lot.
If the young master takes it at this time, he will definitely be able to consolidate the ancient characters he has obtained in a very short period of time and lay a solid foundation for the Tao. "
"Fumai Dan."
Wang Heng whispered, thinking of the elixir of the same name in the perfect world.
It was indeed an elixir, and its effect was the same as Wang Mian said. However, the amount obtained by Tianshen Academy was limited, and monks who wanted to take it had to use their strength to fight for it.
Moreover, the Fumai Dan that Shi Hao, Ten Crown Kings, Banished Immortal and others competed for was only refined by the true immortal, and only fragments of the elixir remained.
What was before Wang Heng's eyes at this moment was a complete supreme elixir refined by a supreme immortal king himself. Its effectiveness was much more powerful than the broken elixir obtained by Shi Hao.
He did not hesitate and immediately took the porcelain bottle. It was very cold when he took it. The surface was very slippery and he could feel the dense fine lines on it.
"boom!"
With a soft sound, Wang Heng pulled out the dark cork, and in an instant, an indescribable fragrance spurted out and rushed into his mouth and nose.
Just the smell of the Immortal King Pill made his bones tremble, his flesh and blood trembling, expelling undetectable impurities and precipitating out of his body.
Wang Mian on the side, as a true immortal, actually felt like his essence was being purged and his marrow was being purged. His heart was slightly shaken, and he secretly lamented the power of the Immortal King. A single pill could transform a true immortal.
Wang Heng came to his senses, shook the porcelain bottle, and there were three snow-white pills lying inside. Not only were mysterious lines engraved on the pills, but there was also fairy mist, and thunder and lightning looming.
Is this the elixir refined by the Immortal King himself? It is incredible that it has already become a pill and is still enveloped by thunder and lightning when it is put in a bottle.
One can imagine how unbelievable the effect of this Immortal King-level Veining Pill would be.
"Sir, this elixir has extraordinary effects. Taking it here may cause astonishing celestial phenomena. Please go to a retreat place before taking it." Wang Mian looked around. There were many palaces and wide avenues. Occasionally, a figure would flash by.
The size of an Immortal King's mansion can almost be called a small world. Naturally, there is no shortage of settlers, and many forces are stationed here. It can be said that there are many people and many eyes, so it is not suitable to make too much noise.
Wang Heng nodded and put the cork back on the bottle.
Later, Wang Mian led the way through the avenues filled with the atmosphere of the avenues and arrived at the secret cultivation room dedicated to Wang Heng.
Ahead, there are restrictions all over, and there is a group of magnificent buildings. They stand in the white fairy mist, looming and mysterious, and coming here is like coming to the fairy world and the residence of the gods.
"Sir, the restrictions here are the same as those over at the Mission Hall. There are no restrictions on you. You can pass freely." Wang Mian said respectfully.
Except for the Immortal King, who has no restrictions at all, only Wang Heng, the son of the Immortal King, has this kind of privilege. Even his true immortal guard cannot enter at will.
Wang Heng nodded, indicating that he understood, and then walked towards the buildings in front without looking back.
Pushing open a door, he entered a passage. The passage was deep, stretching forward, and dark. The only light source was the oil lamps lit on both sides.
Every two oil lamps are several feet apart, emitting a soft light.
According to Wang Mian, his retreat is deep in this passage. When he approaches, the secret room will automatically react.
Thinking of this, Wang Heng strode forward and walked through the deep passage.
The passage was dark and deep, with only the slightly dim candlelight flickering.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wang Heng always felt that these oil lamps were not ordinary oil lamps. They gave people an inexplicable feeling of weirdness and made people feel frightened.
Suddenly, an oil lamp in front burst out with terrifying flames, like a sun exploding. A human face made of lamp flames struggled out, with a painful expression, roaring, and staring with blood-red eyes. Wang Heng came forward with a look of resentment on his face.
"Yes, that's right. You are that person's blood. I can recognize it even if it turns into ashes. This is a dirty, hateful bloodline."
The man's face shouted, trying to break out of the shackles of the lamp flame and kill Wang Heng.
Wang Heng was startled by this sudden scene and stopped.
Because this man's face is really too scary, and he looks extremely ferocious, like a ghost.
However, after the brief surprise, Wang Heng roughly understood what was going on.
The creature in front of him that had great resentment against him was most likely the enemy that his Immortal King father killed. After his death, he was not completely destroyed. Instead, he was placed here and used as lamp oil to be burned day and night. Everlasting.