Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 986 Fellow Daoists Are Surprised!
The sword finger was slashed, and a stream of sword blood, like thunder and jade liquid, was condensed with a tyrannical life essence, comparable to a thousand-year elixir and a ten-thousand-year zhicao.

Sword blood melted into it, and immediately, there was a majestic vitality, rushing out from the slightly wriggling mass of flesh and blood on the ground.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the piercing and tearing wounds healed at an unimaginable speed, giving birth to the muscles and bones. At first, it was just a mass of flesh and blood. After ten breaths, Zhenjun Shouxuan had regrown his arms and body, his head, feet and face.

It's like rebirth.

Under the horrified gaze of Xiaobai, Xiao Yun and others, he can already sit up cross-legged with all his strength, and his new Taoist body is as delicate as a newborn baby, and his body is fragrant.

Although not as strong as before, every inch of flesh and blood contains a powerful life essence.

Seeing this, Duanchou nodded slightly, as if he was quite satisfied with such a result, and was not surprised at all.

If it was not necessary, he would never waste his sword blood for the sake of Zhenjun Shouxuan. This is also common sense in the world of Zhongtian.

As far as immortality is concerned, it is not easy to practice. Every step forward is the evolution and sublimation of the soul, body, and power level. Therefore, every drop of Dao blood and marrow is very important. Usually, losing three or five drops is enough to hurt the vitality. If the loss is too heavy, it will even shake the Dao foundation and fall to the cultivation base.

Therefore, unless it is a last resort, when fighting with others, generally no one would deplete their Dao blood essence and harm themselves.

Of course, this is a special case for Duanchou. He had practiced the Tianlin Sword Body in the Dan Furnace and Baoding long before, and the flesh and blood essence is majestic and powerful, not inferior to the elixir.

Now that he is reversing the heavenly punishment, he has absorbed a large amount of the blood of Lei Xiao Tianzun, and was smelted by the ancient gods, and his vitality has reached a terrifying level.

In the five attribute panel of the system talent, the column of the root of sorrow has already reached the full ten points, and other attributes, except the fortune that has already reached the top, comprehension, perseverance, and charm have also been raised to nine points respectively.

It is no exaggeration to say that Duanchou is now comparable to Tang Seng of the previous life. Whoever eats his flesh and blood can live an extra 80 or [-] years. Very likely.

It can even seize the opportunity of the sky and achieve peerless aptitude.

Who doesn't envy longevity?

If this kind of person's elixir is made public and known to the outside world, even the Nirvana Taoist will covet it.

In front of Dao Changsheng, a dignified immortal is more terrifying than a bloodthirsty demon. No one would care about a mysterious Xuantian sect, and naturally no one would be afraid of Duanchou's iron-blooded slaughter.

Just like Tang Seng, knowing that he is the reincarnation of the golden cicada under the seat of the Buddha, the Dharma is boundless, the background is all-reaching, and there is an unrivaled demon king like Monkey King by his side to protect him all the way.

However, on the way to learn scriptures from the Western Paradise, there are still many immortals, demons, gods and demons who want to eat Tang's monk meat.

Today, if Zhenjun Shouxuan had only one breath left and the pill stone was hopeless, Duanchou would have to save his life for future plans, otherwise, he would not have wasted his sword blood on this kind of person at all.

Time passed in silence, and everyone was watching with cold eyes. Zhenjun Shouxuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, felt a little puzzled and worthless for Duanchou spent so much energy in treating him, but he also knew that Duanchou He had a plan in mind, so no one ever disturbed or stopped him.

About half an hour later, in the afterglow of the afternoon and the setting sun at night, Zhenjun Shouxuan's body trembled, and the aura was like a sea, washing his whole body, and gradually calmed down, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he is entwined with laws, his aura and sword are condensed into Taoist clothes, and he is covered with a blue robe. In terms of appearance, a little resemblance to the previous one can be vaguely found.

"Sure enough, it's the Supreme Elder of the Tidal Sword Sect. He has recovered [-]% of his cultivation strength in such a short period of time. True Lord Shouxuan, how does it feel to be reborn?"

At this moment, a faint voice sounded, which could be heard clearly in this silent mountain forest.

Zhenjun Shouxuan's body trembled violently, and the calm and calm voice came to his ears, but it was even more frightening than a ghost crying, as if the sound of urging the soul to die. Back, flying away towards the distance.

"Roar"

At this moment, a majestic tiger roared, shaking the mountains, forests and the earth, and a terrifying sound wave roared out. Above the sky and void, a huge and sacred white tiger descended from the sky, stepping on a figure.

With a loud bang, the earth cracked and dust rose.

"Why, you were rescued by me just now, didn't you even say thank you?"

Duanchou sat on a stone of the Qinggu River, holding a wine gourd in his hand, drinking wine and looking at the setting sun, the nectar smelled of wine, and the fragrance filled all directions, he said lightly.

Under the creek stone, the flood dragon lay coiled, breathing fire. Nearby, Xiao Yun and the others stared coldly at the slanting sun, their aura surged with murderous intent.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Zhenjun Shouxuan, who was lying on the ground under Xiaobai's paw, was terrified when he saw the scene in all directions, especially when he saw Duanyou sitting alone drinking on the boulder by the stream, his whole body trembled , revealing an uncontrollable fear.

"Bold! Speak! Didn't you hear my master asking you?!"

Xiaobai's eyes were cold and cruel, as if he was still brooding over the fact that the old guy wanted to catch them back, but when the tiger's claws were exerting force, he heard the sound of joints breaking, and there was a shrill scream, shaking the forest.

"Thank you! Thank you, Sect Master Xuantian, for saving your life! Shou Xuan just survived the danger, and was temporarily delirious and confused. Please don't blame the Sect Master, forgive me!!"

Zhenjun Shouxuan's face was covered with mud, and his back was covered with enormous force, his flesh and bones were torn to pieces. The huge pain made his complexion pale and distorted, and he was sweating profusely. He hurriedly shouted and begged for mercy.

"Forgive me? Fellow Daoist, you are serious. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the world is bright and clear. You are a true monarch, and you can come and go whenever you want, so what's the crime?"

Duanchou turned around, took a sip of the immortal wine, shook his head and said with a light smile, and immediately, he glanced at the figure on the ground, as if he had just seen such a scene, his face darkened, and he scolded: "Presumptuous! Xiaobai, who Let you be so big or small, and still not let go of your claws!"

"Is it possible for you to offend Zhenjun Shouxuan? With his cultivation and strength, if it weren't for his injuries, you, a wicked person, would have died countless times!!"

Hearing this, Xiao Yun and the others around had strange expressions on their faces. Xiaobai gave Duanchou a wronged look, let out a low whimper, let go of his claws, and slowly backed away.

Seeing this, a smile reappeared on Duanchou's face, and with a sweep of his sleeves, a soft and majestic spiritual force gushed out, helped Zhenjun Shouxuan who fell on the ground, and said apologetically:
"My vicious nature has not been cured, and I have been negligent in discipline. I often rely on a little bit of Taoism to do things wrong, which frightened fellow Taoists. I hope you will forgive me."

(End of this chapter)