"Why is it useless?" I still wanted to save him, but his weak hands blocked my elixir, and then reached out to get something: "Here... just give me this..."
I was shocked. It seemed that he had some good medicine. I thought he was going to give up on himself. I immediately said "OK" and reached into his pocket and took out a glass bottle. I was so anxious. When I saw the bottle, my eyes were still blank. Because in the transparent glass bottle, a succulent plant that looks like ice is placed inside!
"Immortal grass!" This idea came to my mind first, but I didn't believe it, so I still took it out.
The moment I opened the lid, the fragrance overflowed, and my hand holding the fairy grass was also filled with a strange fairy spirit, making me feel like I was in a dream. I had never seen such fairy things before, so I was quite surprised. . I think this should save Luo Dongjun.
But when Luo Dongjun saw this fairy grass and his eyes looked like a drug addict's, I hesitated. How could this thing be a life-saving fairy medicine? It was obviously the dream substance he used to take! Dream grass that lasted for ten years!
"Hurry... give it to me quickly..." Luo Dongjun said with a wink, but his body had already begun to die, and a little bit of silver powdery energy was dissipating. Soon, he would turn into flying smoke and completely become dust in the world...
I gritted my teeth and wanted to persuade him a few words, but Luo Dongjun made me put the fairy grass directly into his mouth. He said: Let me see Long Wei again.
I really didn’t expect that at the end, he still remembered Long Yue’s mother, the female demon dragon who once ruled Wanzhou. Unfortunately, this woman had been tortured to death by his younger brother, but we never told him about this matter. Tell it in detail, and he doesn't know if he knows it. In short, he doesn't seem to be particularly concerned.
Perhaps Long Wei, whom he has not seen for hundreds of years, is no longer important in his heart. The 'Long Wei' in his sweet dreams may not be the Long Wei who had children with humans before. It is another goddess in his heart. She was a wife who was deeply engraved in his heart, so he has been pursuing the dream fairy grass for ten years.
Luo Dongjun took the fairy grass and immediately fell asleep in my arms. I watched his body gradually dissipate, watched his eyes narrow slightly, watched him smile, and couldn't help but shed tears.
He died in a sweet dream, with no pain, only happiness. He found his belonging in another dream world, and also found his hometown with his beloved wife.
Every creature has its own way, its own path. At that time, I actually thought that he was taking drugs, but now, this idea has been overturned with his death: Dream Grass, that is actually his destination.
Luo Dongjun died, and I looked at his package. There is nothing else in it. As a Nine-Level Immortal, he is indeed pitifully poor. And in the end, I don’t know how he got the Dream Immortal Grass. Maybe he got it from the Queen Mother of the West a long time ago, or maybe he secretly bought it before. Hidden.
After burying his relics and a few tattered clothes on the spot, I stood up, glanced around, and found the Evil Emperor's package. I rummaged inside and found a golden invitation, plus There are now two letters from Hua Yunlou, and I put them both in my shoulder bag.
In the Evil Emperor's things. There were also some life-saving elixirs from the demon cultivator, some eight-level immortal crystals, and a few emergency gadgets. Since they were belongings to the demon cultivator, I had no use for them, so I threw the light ones into my shoulder bag and gave the heavy ones to Luo Dongjun. As a relic.
Holding the magic-avoiding leaf in my mouth, I conveniently set up a tomb for Luo Dongjun, and then continued on the route he pointed out before.
Along the way, I was still depressed, partly because of the surrounding environment. On the one hand, it seemed that there was always someone following behind me, but when I turned around, I found that there was no trace of the other person. This feeling lasted all the way to the Demon Refining Place.
On Speedy Ghost. I started refining the demon essence, and now that I have the demon-transforming secret, I can use it as a fairy crystal, or it can be used as a temporary demon-transforming device. This will make my strength soar instantly. Of course, I don't want to activate this trump card unless I have to, because usually an eighth-level demon element won't have much effect, and the demon element must be allowed to enter the body. Only by condensing a few demon soul boxes that surpass the ninth level can it be of great use.
In order to fuse them, I have to remove some impurities. After this calculation, there is not much pure energy left. Therefore, from the moment I came out of Luo Shanyang's treasure house to now, although I have swallowed a lot of demon essence and started to refine it, Transform them, but the demon-transforming pill I stored in Zifu at this time has only condensed the energy equivalent to a nine-level immortal cultivator. Once it explodes, it can only allow me to increase one level at most. The transformation state of the Eighth Level Immortal is raised to the entry stage of the Ninth Level Immortal.
Of course, if Hua Yunlou and Evil Emperor both came with their own deities before. I can get the demon essence of the ninth level of transformation. Just one or two pieces of these demon essence will allow me to practice the demon transformation pill to the extreme that I can bear. When it explodes, I can have an extra tyrannical power out of thin air. Even if one blow kills the Nine-layer Immortal cultivator, it won't be a problem.
The Demon Transformation Pill needs to be condensed even more powerfully, and only if I join the Phoenix Clan can I survive.
With this in mind, I continued to move towards the sea of fog in front of me. It had been a few days since I left the Demon Refining Land, and the turbulent flow of immortal energy seemed to be right in front of me. It's just that I can't see it. After all, it's thick and foggy, and I can't find out who is the god or demon in front of me.
Fortunately, no matter how big the problem is, it is not as dangerous as in the Demonic Refining Land, and the turbulent flow of immortal energy is in the northern border area, so it will take two days. I finally stepped from the sea of fog into a mysterious land filled with flying rocks.
This is a mountainous area, all turbulent areas. The environment is like the Kunlun Mountains I traveled to when I was in the lower realm. Everywhere is bare, but here there are gray air currents everywhere, and rocks are constantly rolled up. The scene is full of mystery.
Moreover, these stones did not fall down after being rolled up. Under the turbulent flow of immortal energy, the stones in this place are not simple, and ordinary practitioners can pass by. If the protective shield is not strong enough, or if you are not careful and do not turn on the protective shield, it will be penetrated by rocks, so this turbulent area is like walking in a rain of bullets!
Often at this time, the road map given by the man in black becomes more valuable. I began to look for the correct direction of the turbulent flow of immortal energy and the location where I should walk, and walked into the land of Yunzhou.
This period of time is also the most torturous. This turbulence is undoubtedly a hell for low-level monks, because if you want to pass by here, you must always keep the protective shield on. However, many monks do not have so much energy to use, and they often spend a lot of immortal crystals just to make a journey.
But my old method saved me a lot of effort. After getting into the speeding ghost's coffin, I had nothing to do except endure the sound of the clinking stones hitting the coffin. After all, walking on the coffin There should not be too many cultivators in this land of transformation.
But something unexpected happened to me. I found that my thoughts were somewhat different from reality. When I walked for about half a day, I bumped into several demon cultivators blocking the way.
"Who's in there? Something smells wrong. Is it a ghost cultivator? Or is it us demon cultivators!? Come out!" It is indeed bold to block the road in the turbulent flow, but there is no shortage of such demons at the junction of thunder and clouds.
"Yes, if you don't come out, don't blame us for being rude!" The woman's voice also sounded, which made me, who was practicing demon energy in the coffin, look ugly and open the coffin, revealing the black clothes.
In order to prevent the other party from recognizing my human identity, I have been wearing black clothes for a long time. When I stood up, the three eighth-level demon cultivators were also stunned for a moment.
"Fellow Taoist, your breath is weird, we can't smell it... I wonder if you are a demon cultivator or a human cultivator?" A banshee with heavy make-up, who was about 25 or 26 years old, asked me.
I didn't say anything, but took out a golden invitation and waved it in front of them. However, what I didn't expect was that these people's eyes widened when they looked at the post!
