Perfect World: Dreaming Back to Immortals

Chapter 13 Fumai Dan

"Senior, now that I have mastered most of the ancient characters, I should be able to cultivate Taoism, right?"

At this time, Wang Heng, who was walking in front, asked.

After comprehending the vast ocean-like immortal ancient characters, he saw the magnificence and magic of this world of gods and demons, and he looked forward to the journey of Taoism even more, so he naturally wanted to cultivate Taoism as soon as possible.

Although the term "cultivating the Tao" is very unfamiliar and completely different from "moving blood", the first state of the worldly law in the chaotic ancient era, Wang Heng can understand its meaning.

"Planting the Tao", as the name suggests, means planting seeds and beginning to realize the Tao, which has an initial meaning.

You need to know that the essence of the ancient immortal method is to choose a suitable dao seed, integrate with it, and accompany and grow together from the weakest time of the creature, and finally join the dao, step into the realm of the extreme dao, and then ascend to the immortal in one fell swoop .

Therefore, the importance of Tao seeds is self-evident. Because of this, there is a saying that was circulated in the Immortal Ancient Era. Having a perfect seed is equivalent to controlling one's own destiny.

Hearing this, Wang Mian pondered for a while before responding: "Young master, don't worry about planting the Tao. In my opinion, your current state is not the best. It should be that you have just learned a lot of ancient characters and haven't fully digested it yet." Thorough reasons.

In my opinion, young master, it is best to consolidate for a few days, and then adjust all aspects to the best state, and then try to plant the Tao. By then, you will be able to take every step flawlessly. "

Hearing what he said, Wang Heng nodded in agreement. Even a true immortal suggested this, so it is naturally the best choice.

"Okay, I'll consolidate what I've gained, and then consider the matter of cultivation."

At this time, Wang Mian turned over his hand and took out a porcelain bottle with exquisite patterns. There was a dark wooden stopper on the bottle mouth. Although it was not opened, strands of fragrance curled out, spreading in the void and entering Wang Mian's eyes. In Heng's mouth and nose.

For a moment, he felt comfortable all over, his flesh and blood particles vibrated slightly, and his soul was floating, as if he was about to emerge and ascend.

"what is this?"

"Back to the young master, this is the elixir refined by the Immortal King himself. It is specially prepared for the young master. It is called the Fumai Dan. It can help living beings sort out their physical bodies and get close to the great road. It will make it easier for them to absorb the true meaning of the great road in the ancient characters. It is also good for cultivating the road. Helps a lot.

If the young master accepts it at this time, he will be able to consolidate the ancient characters he has obtained in a very short period of time and lay a solid foundation for the road. "

"Fumai Dan."

Wang Heng whispered, thinking of the elixir of the same name in the perfect world.

It was indeed an elixir, and its effect was the same as Wang Mian said. However, the amount obtained by Tianshen Academy was limited, and monks who wanted to take it had to use their strength to fight for it.

Moreover, the Famai Pill that Shi Hao, the Ten Crown Kings, and the Immortals competed for was only refined by real immortals, leaving only elixir fragments.

And what is placed before Wang Heng's eyes at this moment is a complete Supreme Immortal Pill refined by a Supreme Immortal King himself, whose effect is much stronger than the Broken Pill obtained by Shi Hao.

He didn't hesitate, and immediately took the porcelain bottle. After he took it, it was very cold, and the surface was very slippery, and he could feel the dense fine lines on it.

"boom!"

With a soft sound, Wang Heng pulled out the dark cork, and in an instant, an indescribable fragrance spurted out and rushed into his mouth and nose.

Just the smell of the Immortal King Pill made his bones tremble, his flesh and blood trembling, expelling undetectable impurities and precipitating out of his body.

As a true immortal, Wang Mian at the side also had the feeling of purging his essence, his heart trembled slightly, and he secretly lamented how powerful the Immortal King is, a pill can regenerate even a true immortal.

Wang Heng came to his senses, shook the porcelain bottle, and there were three snow-white pills lying inside. Not only were mysterious lines engraved on the pills, but there was also fairy mist, and thunder and lightning looming.

Is this the elixir refined by the Immortal King himself?It has already become a pill, and it is still covered by lightning when it is put into a bottle, which is really inconceivable.

It is conceivable how powerful this kind of Immortal King-level Famai Pill will be.

"My lord, this elixir is very effective. Taking it here may cause astonishing celestial phenomena. Please go to the place of retreat and take it again." Wang Mian looked around, there were many palaces and wide avenues, and occasionally a figure would disappear in a flash.

The size of an Immortal King's mansion can almost be called a small world. Naturally, there are many settlers, and there are many forces stationed here.

Wang Heng nodded and put the cork back on.

Afterwards, Wang Mian led the way, through avenues full of avenues, and came to Wang Heng's secret cultivation room.

In front, there are restrictions all over the place, and a magnificent group of buildings stands in the middle of the pure white fairy mist, looming and mysterious, coming here is like coming to the fairy world, to the fairy abode.

"My lord, the restrictions here are the same as those over the Temple of Evangelism. There are no restrictions on you, and you can go freely." Wang Mian said respectfully.

This kind of privilege, except for the immortal king who has no restrictions at all, is only possessed by the immortal king's own son Wang Heng, and even he, the real immortal guard, cannot enter at will.

Wang Heng nodded, indicating that he understood, and then walked towards the building complex in front without looking back.

Pushing open a door, he entered a passage. The passage was very deep, stretching forward, dark, and the only light source was the oil lamps lit on both sides.

Every two oil lamps are separated by several feet, exuding a soft light.

According to what Wang Mian said, his retreat place is deep in this passage, and when he approaches, the secret room will automatically respond.

Thinking of this, Wang Heng strode forward and walked through the deep passage.

The passage was dark and deep, with only the slightly dim candlelight flickering.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wang Heng always felt that these oil lamps were not ordinary oil lamps. They gave people an inexplicable feeling of strangeness and made people feel frightened.

Suddenly, an oil lamp in front burst out with terrifying flames, like a sun exploding. A human face made of lamp flames struggled out, with a painful expression, roaring, and staring with blood-red eyes. Wang Heng came forward with a look of resentment on his face.

"Yes, that's right. You are that person's blood. I can recognize it even if it turns into ashes. This is a dirty, hateful bloodline."

Human face shouted loudly, wanting to rush out of the shackles of the lamp flame, and kill Wang Heng.

Wang Heng was startled by this sudden scene and stopped.

Because the face of this person is too terrifying, it looks extremely hideous, like a ghost.

However, after a short shock, Wang Heng roughly understood what was going on.

The creature in front of him that had great resentment towards him was most likely the enemy that his Immortal King father killed. After his death, he was not completely destroyed. Instead, he was placed here and used as lamp oil to be burned day and night. Everlasting.

(End of this chapter)