My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 317 Heavenly Spirit Holy Water
【318】Tianling holy water

Ye Xuan walked down the mountain, and when he passed by the mountaineering team, he stopped slightly.

Ye Xuan glanced at Xia Boyan's legs, and frowned slightly: "I can make your legs intact, are you willing?"

When Ye Xuan stopped on the ground, except for Xia Boyan, everyone else fell to their knees.

Especially those Americans and Europeans knelt on the ground and kowtowed while still muttering, obviously they regarded Ye Xuan as a god.

Xia Boyan was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and shook his head solemnly: "Mr. Xie's kindness, but my life was ruined by these legs, but it was also made by these legs. Now I have not grown into a cowardly person, but I have to Be grateful for it."

After hearing his words, Ye Xuan laughed loudly, waved his hands and walked down the mountain:

"You are truly strong!"

The strong are not bullying the weak, but a kind of reverence for life and persistence in life.

Because there is always some persistence in the world, which can cultivate a hundred thousand roses in full bloom from an inch of frozen land.

……

"Hey, Mount Everest doesn't seem to be trembling anymore."

"Yeah, has their decisive battle stopped?"

"Is it over, is it really over?"

Halfway up the mountain, these people who avoided the flood all breathed a sigh of relief and almost died.

It was really terrible just now. There was a torrential flood at their feet. They were forced to flee to the top of Mount Everest, but the whole Mount Everest was trembling. Boulders kept rolling down from the top of the mountain. Several people were smashed into flesh. Curled up in the crack of the rock in fear, trembling and praying.

"Then who won?" A martial artist looked at the peak and asked suspiciously.

Zangshen Tiansheng gritted his teeth: "Of course our ancestor Zangshen won."

Ren Tianxing sneered: "My master must have won."

There is also Long Xuetong's brainless fan: "Maybe that fairy sister won."

Yun Feiyang immediately retorted: "Hmph, Mr. Ye will not lose."

The heroes of Dachuan Prefecture and Dayang Prefecture were silent, they were like grass on the wall, falling with the wind, whoever wins will hang out with whomever.

"Someone!"

"Come down, come down."

Everyone held back their breath and looked up nervously. In an instant, the faces of countless people changed wildly, only a few people including Yun Hushan showed ecstasy on their faces.

It was a boy,
The mountain wind blew, the gray robe fluttered, the long black hair fluttered messily, and the brows were full of heroism. Under the orange sun, he was as handsome as a god.

It was Ye Xuan!
In an instant, the hearts of everyone in the audience seemed to stand still for a second.

"Lost, the ancestor lost? Impossible, how is it possible?"

The faces of Zang Shen's people were slumped, and the eyes of Zang Shen Tiansheng and Zang Shen Yanran were full of despair.

"Master lost?"

Ren Tianxing couldn't believe it, and stopped Ye Xuan with a stride, "Where is my master?"

"Dead." Ye Xuan spit out two words, and continued to walk down the mountain.

Immediately, Ren Tianxing sat paralyzed on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes. 30 years ago, he was still young and was not qualified to follow Master to sweep Kyushu. This time, he thought that he would follow Master to sweep the world. Like end.

He died before leaving the teacher, which made the hero burst into tears.

When Ye Xuan walked in front of Zang Shen's people, he stopped in his tracks, and an invisible and huge power rushed towards them. In his eyes, the black light surged, like an abyss, about to swallow everyone.

"You... what are you doing?"

Zang Shentiansheng's body trembled wildly: "You... don't come here, Ice Snow City was destroyed by you, why don't you let us go?"

Ye Xuan said lightly: "I have given you a chance, but you just don't cherish it."

"Please let my father and sister go, I will do as you please." Zang Shenbing fell to his knees.

"What's your use?"

Zang Shen Bingqing looked at Ye Xuan expectantly: "I graduated from Harvard Business School, and I take care of the family's property. As long as you let them go, all Zang Shen's property will belong to you in the future, and I will keep them benign. increase."

Hearing this, Ye Xuan raised his head, glanced lightly, and finally landed on Zang Shenbingqing, and said slowly:

"no more chance."

Immediately, the clansmen of the Zangshen clan knelt down to thank them as if they had been pardoned, and then raised their heads, Ye Xuan was already tens of meters away.

"Congratulations to Mr. Ye!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Ye!"

All the bigwigs bowed their heads one by one, bowing their hands in salute.

From today onwards, in the land of Yunchuan, there is only Mr. Ye, and there is no Zangshen family anymore.

……

"It should be around here."

In the shade of the mountain, Ye Xuan squinted his eyes and searched around. Just now on the top of Mount Everest, he felt the breath of heavenly holy water in Lang Xiaoyao's sword light formed by the cold air of thousands of miles.

What is heavenly holy water?

As we all know, when Nuwa made man out of earth, the soil he used was the sacred soil of good fortune. He had obtained the sacred soil of good fortune from a strange stone in Tianya Pavilion before.

However, soil alone is not enough, if you want to make a human being, you also need the holy water of the heavenly spirit!
Just now, he felt the trace of Tianling holy water.

Xuanzun closed his eyes, released his divine sense, and suddenly every plant and tree within a radius of one kilometer was under Ye Xuan's control.

"There's oddity there."

He found a dead tree not far from him that was deeply rooted in the rock, and there was a layer of green light in the dead tree, which could actually block Xuanzun's spiritual consciousness.

Seeing the dead wood, Ye Xuan couldn't help but think of a poem by his old friend Zheng Banqiao:

He insisted that Qingshan would not relax, and Ligen was in the broken rock.

Chima Manto, Nishi-North-South-North.

Ye Xuan walked in front of the dead wood, put his palm on it, and really felt the vast spiritual power contained in the dead wood, it was undoubtedly the Holy Water of Heavenly Spirit.

Ye Xuan took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from the Sumeru Ring, and carefully collected the holy water of the heavenly spirit contained in the dead wood, not wanting to waste a single drop.

This heavenly holy water is extremely precious even in the prehistoric times, including the sacred soil of good fortune, which contains endless vitality, otherwise it cannot be used as a material for making people out of soil.

After collecting it, he was about to leave, when suddenly the dead wood trembled and made a rustling sound, just like the whine of an animal before it died.

Ye Xuan glanced at the dead wood. Although it was rooted in the cliff, it still tried its best to survive.

"Forget it! All things have spirits. Since you want to live, I will do as you wish."

Previously, although Fanmu could hold the Holy Water of Heavenly Spirit, the power contained in the holy water was too great for Fanmu to bear.

Ye Xuan twisted a ten-thousandth drop of the holy water of the heavenly spirit from the porcelain bottle, and pinched a formula. Immediately, the holy water of the heavenly spirit turned into thousands of streams of water vapor, pouring into the dead wood.

Immediately, the dead wood is in spring, and the force full of vitality makes the dead wood take root, germinate, sprout leaves, grow vigorously, and flourish. After a few tens of seconds, it grows into a towering tree.

It kept shaking the branches, as if expressing its gratitude to Xuanzun.

(End of this chapter)