The opportunity of immortality was before him, but Ying Zheng hesitated. He stood there motionless, his clothes swinging in the wind, and he kept repeating the words just now in his mind - Ancestor dragon, after death, the earth is divided, and at birth, Qin Cun.
Zulong is undoubtedly referring to him, the immortal on the fairy mountain. Does he want him to live or die? If this issue is not clear, he will not go up the mountain rashly no matter what.
"Your Majesty, why don't you send a soldier up to check first. After confirming that everything is fine, it won't be too late for Your Majesty to go up the mountain!" Prime Minister Li Si, who followed, walked over slowly and said seriously.
As a loyal minister, he was unwilling to see Ying Zheng in danger.
When Ying Zheng heard this, he stared at Li Si's somewhat cloudy eyes for a long time before nodding.
Li Si waved his hand, and an ordinary soldier came over and stepped onto the stairs with a complex expression. A flash of purple light flashed, and the soldier flew backwards, falling miserably!
Seeing this scene, Ying Zheng frowned slightly. He came to the stairs and stepped up tentatively. One breath, two breaths... ten breaths, but nothing happened. Ying Zheng raised his head towards the top of the steps. He took a deep look at the place where the purple energy was hiding, and stepped upwards.
"Your Majesty, behind"
Li Si, who was standing on the ground, suddenly shouted, his tone seemed very nervous.
Ying Zheng turned his head suddenly and shrank his eyes. The stairs he walked just now disappeared. Such a strange thing made him worried. However, the height of him from the ground at this time was less than one foot. Jumping down, There is no problem.
After hesitating for a while, whether it was the temptation of immortality or the dignity of the emperor that played a role, Ying Zheng went up without hesitation. Every time he advanced, a section of the stairs behind him would disappear, which was very scary.
"His Majesty"
"His Majesty"
"His Majesty"
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Li Si and the soldiers all shouted worriedly.
Ying Zheng seemed not to have heard anything. He walked higher and higher, with the wind whistling in his ears. He subconsciously looked down and saw that Li Si and the soldiers had become the size of ants.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ying Zheng continued to move forward. Less than half an hour later, he arrived at the edge of the Floating Fairy Mountain. What he saw was the vast square and the unprecedented large number of palaces, the Xianyang Palace where he lived, and the large unreachable palace in front of him. Compared with the other buildings, it looks like an earthen house.
"It is indeed a place where immortals live!"
Ying Zheng looked up at the majestic building and kept walking, admiring as he looked.
Suddenly, the quiet sky changed, with dark clouds rolling, thunder and lightning exploding, and strong winds. A winged tiger came with thunder and lightning. The moment it landed, it transformed into a beautiful woman in black, hidden in the lightning.
Seeing this astonishing scene from a distance, Ying Zheng murmured: "Legend has it that a tiger has been practicing for thousands of years and has one wing on its ribs. After practicing for ten thousand years, it has two wings on its ribs. It is known as a flying bear. I didn't expect it to be true."
Hu Erniang, who has an amazing ear, was confused when she heard this, but she didn't understand her character, so she didn't think about it. She immediately rushed forward, grabbed Ying Zheng's shoulders, and flew away into the sky. After a burst of extremely fast flight, he landed suddenly at the entrance of Xiantian Cemetery, causing an air wave several feet high.
"The master of the temple is refining the elixir, waiting."
After saying this, Hu Erniang fell silent.
As an astonishing emperor of a generation, Ying Zheng was deep in thought. He didn't ask anything after hearing the words. He looked at the things in the garden with a pair of sharp eyes. Ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, which looked ridiculously old, were growing everywhere like weeds. He was secretly frightened; he didn't recognize the five-colored fruit tree guarded by the stars in the middle, but he guessed that it must be something extremely precious.
Near the edge, there is a towering tree. From the top down, thousands of purple qi hang down like a waterfall. Under the big tree, a young man wearing a strange robe sat cross-legged by the three-legged pill stove. The red fire in the stove shone, turning the surrounding area into a red.
Could it be that he was refining the elixir of death?
As soon as he saw the immortal, his mind was filled with thoughts of the immortal Ying Zheng, and these words came to his mind.
What kind of medicine is Chu Feng making? Is it really the elixir of immortality? Of course not. Chu Feng has been studying new pill recipes and new formations these days. Since I haven't made elixirs for a long time, I am not very confident with my hands, so I simply took some heart-cleansing herbs found on the street and made some heart-cleansing pills and transformation pills.
What Ying Zheng saw was the last batch of Transformation Pills that Chu Feng had refined.
"Open the furnace"
Chu Feng, who had a serious look on his face, flicked his sleeves, and the lid of the Small Bagua Stove was levitated. In the hazy purple air, dozens of dragon-eye-sized and fragrant Transformation Pills flew in all directions like shooting stars.
One of them actually came to Ying Zheng and stopped. And it constantly releases an enchanting fragrance.
"Elixir of Death"
Ying Zheng's eyes tightened, and the hands in his sleeves trembled. Thinking that this was the residence of immortals, he suppressed his desire to possess it. If he knew that this was a transformation pill that would turn people into messy things, he would definitely be in danger.
Chu Feng turned around and with a wave of his hand, dozens of transformation pills the size of longan's eyes were turned back and entered into a row of eight white jade purification bottles neatly placed on the ground.
"go"
Chu Feng waved his sleeves, and eight white jade purification bottles were carried by purple spiritual energy and flew into the air, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Ying Zheng looked at the place where the white jade purification bottle disappeared. He looked away for a long time, as if he had determined that the elixir just now was the elixir of death.
At this time, Chu Feng teleported and came closer.
"First Emperor, what are you doing here?"
Ying Zheng, with his sword-browed eyes and starry eyes, looked at Chu Feng and said very seriously: "I'm here to ask for the elixir, and I hope the immortal can help me."
"Elixir of Death"
After saying these three words, Chu Feng smiled, very calmly.
Ying Zheng misunderstood what Chu Feng meant. He raised his sword eyebrows and said very domineeringly: "I am rich all over the world. If I can get the elixir of death, the immortals can take whatever they want in the world."
Chu Feng did not respond directly. He walked sideways for a few steps and said, "Do you still remember the ten words Pindao sent you just now?"
Ying Zheng nodded. The ancestral dragon died and the land was divided, and when he was born, Qin Cun. Of course he remembered these ten shocking words. If anyone else had said that, he would have killed so many people.
"Then do you know why? Without you, the world will fall apart!" Chu Feng asked indifferently.
A hint of displeasure flashed in Ying Zheng's heart, but his face remained calm.
"Please ask the immortal for advice?"
"The country under your rule is already in danger, but you don't know that such a king still wants to live forever. Think clearly before coming back."
After Chu Feng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a burst of purple spiritual energy swept Ying Zheng away from the Immortal Mountain.
"Pindao will give you three days to think it through. Pindao will extend your life for a thousand years."
Chu Feng's loud voice washed through the sky and spread far.
