River Tuluo Xian

After the fruit was picked, the paper figurine turned into ashes as soon as it left the gate of the main hall.

Seeing the fruit rolling to the ground, Jiang Ling didn't dare to touch it with his hands, but wrapped it in the Grand Duke's robe, and held it in his hand to watch.

It is a bit like a nectarine, probably because it is not yet ripe, and it feels a little hard.

As for whether it is poisonous or not, and what effect it has, we have to wait until we find time to do experiments after we go out.

Right now, Jiang Ling doesn't want to stay here for a long time.

Looking at the top of the main hall, there are four big characters [Taiyi Treasure Hall].

'Here, it should not be built by the first generation of rebellious people. '

It should have existed for a long time. The first generation of reckless people entered here, and the initial idea was probably to look for opportunities.

"Should I go and unclog that pipe?"

The stone-carved faucet in the innermost part of the main hall, the seven-color raw liquid is sprayed from the mouth of the stone-carved faucet.Now the colorful original liquid drips very little. If it is dredged, the water flow should increase.

With this idea, it's not that he wants to benefit Tianwaitian, but that he wants to see if the tree in the center of the hall will grow a second fruit after being nourished by a large amount of colorful liquid.

"Try it."

Immediately, he made another paper figurine, injected another third of his spiritual power into it, and gave it an iron sword, and it took it and galloped away.

He rushed to the stone carving of the dragon head at the innermost part of the main hall as fast as he could, and stabbed it into the dragon's mouth with his iron sword. After a while of stirring, a large amount of seven-color stock liquid sprayed out of the dragon's mouth.

At the same time, many colorful crystals dropped from the dragon's mouth.

It turned out that the reason for the blockage was that the seven-color stock solution was too rich, and precipitates formed in the mouth of the dragon. Over time, the precipitates turned into spars.

However, the paper man possessed one-third of Jiangling's spiritual power, and should have existed for at least ten seconds.

But because it was close to the faucet, it turned into fly ash in only about five seconds.

"It's not difficult to tear a hole out of the dragon's mouth and open the pipe. Now it seems that the difficulty is that the closer to the dragon's head, the faster the life force will be lost.

When the Jiang family did this kind of thing back then, they probably felt something strange, so they only tore a hole and left in a hurry. "

After a few more breaths, suddenly, a white mist appeared in the Taiyi Palace.

When the white mist surrounded the entire hall, he vaguely saw a figure walking down the stone wall and walking towards the center of the hall step by step.

Not long after, the man was angry and his voice was like thunder.

"Who? Who picked my yellow plums! Who is it?"

The man was furious, and the richness in the hall was churning wildly like a whirlwind along with his emotional ups and downs.

In order to protect himself, Jiang Ling immediately used the [Nightmare Prayer Art] to blur himself out.

He couldn't see the appearance of the person in the dense fog, and after the [Nightmare Prayer Technique] was cast, that person would definitely not be able to see his appearance either.

It's a pity that when he performed the operation, the people in the hall finally sensed his existence.

So, the two followed the gate formed by the flashing smoke of the main hall, and the man asked, "Who are you?"

Jiang Ling didn't answer.

It never occurred to him that there were still people here.

In other words, this person may be the owner of the Taiyi Palace.

Just like this confrontation, Jiang Ling did not move.

It lasted for about 3 minutes, and the dense fog in the hall cleared away, and the people in the dense fog also disappeared.

Jiang Ling looked towards the main hall again, and saw a very simple mural on the place where the man just walked down from the wall.

—he came down from the fresco!
"It should not be a real person, but a spiritual imprint left by someone, or a soul imprint."

"Huang Zhongli? He just said that the fruit that was picked off was Huang Zhongli?"

Just, no!

Legend has it that Huangzhong plum is the sacred fruit of the fairy world, and its preciousness is even higher than that of ginseng fruit and flat peach.

It is also owned by the Queen Mother of the West. It is said that it blooms every ten thousand years, bears fruit every ten thousand years, and matures every ten thousand years.It takes 3 years to produce up to nine fruits.

Moreover, the fruit tree of Huangzhong plum is like a lotus flower, and the fruit produced has its own lines on it, and the lines naturally form the word [Huangzhong], so it is called Huangzhong plum.

As for the effect of this thing, there are not many descriptions in the ancient books.

"But the fruit I picked looks like a flame, and it's not quite the same as the legendary Huangzhong plum."

Before he could think about it, he covered himself with the robe of the Taigong law, and retreated the same way.

When she came to the ruins again, Nie Qian exclaimed from afar in surprise: "Master, you are back. Are you alright?"

Jiang Ling removed the Grand Duke's robe, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Then look at the fiery red fruit wrapped in the robe, if you look closely, it really looks like a plum.Nectarines and plums are similar too.

And there are indeed lines on it, vaguely forming an irregular [yellow].

"There is no word for Huangzhong, only one character for yellow. Could it be that this is a graft?"

The real Huang Zhongli is absolutely precious and rare, and ordinary people can't afford it.

But if you secretly searched for branches to graft and produced similar fruits...

"This possibility may really exist."

But even so, he still didn't dare to taste it lightly.Or decide to go back and experiment slowly.

Nie Qian looked curiously: "Master, what is this?"

Jiang Ling: "It may be a very remarkable thing."

Nie Qian pointed to the ginseng essence not far behind that was already growing wildly: "Master, look, the ginseng essence has grown so big here."

Jiang Ling looked at it, and he saw that it was full of branches and leaves, and it had developed into this appearance in just a short period of time.

No way, as long as it is planted here for more than ten years, it will definitely become refined.

Nie Qian: "Actually, if you are really trapped here, it doesn't matter. There is the owner with you, and there are endless ginseng essences."

Ginseng Jing was already trembling after hearing her words.

Jiang Ling smiled and said: "This is a good place, but it's not a good place to stay for a long time. We still have to leave as soon as possible."

Whether the person on the murals of the Taiyi Palace will come out in the future, or whether its real body will come out again, no one knows.

In short, staying here is relatively risky.

Nie Qian: "But the old beggar is dead, master, how should we get out?"

Jiang Ling: "Don't forget, I can also perform the techniques he can perform. Since he can leave here with the technique of [Moving Mountains and Changing Seas], then we should also use this technique to leave here."

As he spoke, he took out the scroll and drew the [Moving Mountains and Changing Seas] mantra.

This mantra is painted, and it becomes a real thing.After being flipped through by him, he has fully grasped it.

It turns out that the principle of this spell is to switch between two places.

Before the old beggar came in, he made a coordinate point somewhere in Tianwaitian, and then if he used the technique of moving mountains and changing seas in this ancient battlefield of conferring gods, he could exchange it with the coordinates outside in an instant.

This exchange ignores space.

It can also be said that this is indeed a magic trick!
"Just use the old beggar's locator flag."

Going to the old beggar's body, he found several flags and streamers, which were still usable.