Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 550 Acquired Hundred Thousand Years Elixir
Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, and five divine swords flew out and struck the giant bird head-on.

The divine light emitted by the big bird was directly torn into pieces, and the five divine swords inserted into the big bird's body with a pop.

There was only a shrill scream, and the giant bird of the mighty level was absorbed all the blood essence and bone essence in an instant, all of which were refined into the five divine swords.

The monsters of the powerful level are vulnerable to a single blow. When they came, they were extremely violent, and they were wiped out in an instant.

waste!Vulnerable!
The practitioners in the distance watched Zhang Wenchang from afar and felt a breath of air.

Such a powerful monster was destroyed by Zhang Wenchang casually. Although using the power of weapons was not his own strength, weapons were also a type of strength.

"Who is that person? So brave?"

"That's Zhang Wenchang from Donghuang!"

"Zhang Wenchang, the number one master of the young generation in the Eastern Wasteland!"

"I heard that he snatched a holy soldier's holy light mirror some time ago!"

"What? It turned out to be him!"

"Among the younger generation who hold holy weapons, who can be the enemy? Unless those holy land and family children who have extreme weapons."

Many people immediately followed behind Zhang Wenchang, and they were also climbing the abyss, wanting to rush over together.

Those monster masters who were struck to death by Zhang Wenchang with the thunder calamity that day didn't have the slightest intention of revenge. Obviously, since they came here, since they wanted to compete for treasures, they must work hard, and they must be life and death.

Many monsters would rather believe that they were plotted to death by many powerful human races than Zhang Wenchang.

That's good too, Zhang Wenchang didn't want someone from them to get revenge.

In addition, Zhang Wenchang also has holy weapons on his body, which can be regarded as public holy weapons and holy light mirrors. If there is someone who does not open his eyes, the general power is no longer Zhang Wenchang's opponent.

Thinking about Zhang Wenchang's strength of the Eight Bans, coupled with the assistance of holy soldiers, how could the general power be Zhang Wenchang's opponent?It is very likely that it will be beaten into fly ash.

Zhang Wenchang ignored those who followed, they were not as fast as Zhang Wenchang, if they were eaten by the monsters later, it would be their fate, and no one else could be blamed.

Zhang Wenchang soon entered the land that reached the sky. Here were stretches of cliffs, vast and boundless, with steaming purple air.

There are not many plants and trees here, but they are full of vitality. Whether it is ganoderma lucidum, orchid grass, dragon grass, and exotic flowers and trees, none of them are ordinary.

On this cliff, there are ten thousand years of elixir, emitting a delicate fragrance.

In front of the ancient cave, there are sacred vines surrounded by plants with crystal-clear flowers and sacred fruits growing on them.

Soon Zhang Wenchang found several ten thousand-year elixirs.

There were screams from time to time, it was a fight among monks, robbing treasures, and a dozen people died in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wenchang exuded his own aura, and some people knew that they couldn't be provoked, so they automatically avoided it.

"Damn, so many of us are still afraid of him alone?"

"Let's kill this guy together!"

"This person is Zhang Wenchang, and also a top expert of the younger generation, don't provoke him!"

"It turns out that the Holy Light Mirror of the Holy Weapon was snatched away by him. I have been looking for him. I will snatch the Holy Weapon from him today."

There are always people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, and they will not give up if they don't touch it.

In fact, Zhang Wenchang didn't want to kill people, but there are always brains who send them up by themselves.

"roll!"

One of the six-character Buddhist mantras, the "Om" mantra, Zhang Wenchang shouted out casually. Although he used the word "gun", the inner Taoist rhyme was the six-character Buddhist mantra.

Zhang Wenchang gave a loud shout, which was countless times stronger than that of the Buddhist lion's roar. The practitioners who surrounded him were instantly torn into pieces and turned into a blood mist.

Zhang Wenchang looked indifferent, staring at the rest of the people, they were all trembling with fright, some clever ones had already left in despair.

"If you don't get out, are you looking for death just by looking at me like this?" Zhang Wenchang glanced at them sideways.

The remaining dozen or so people immediately ran away like frightened rabbits.

Zhang Wenchang waved his hand, and almost a dozen ten thousand-year-old elixirs were put into his bag.

The Qishi Mansion opens every ten thousand years, and this small world of the Immortal Mansion has to open at least once every ten thousand years, so the minimum age of the herbs here must be tens of thousands of years.

Zhang Wenchang saw a kind of elixir that looked like a carrot. He used a cleaning technique to wash away the sediment on it, put it in his mouth, and took a bite.

"Yes, the taste is really good. It is much more delicious than carrots. It is fragrant, crispy and sweet. After eating it, I feel warm all over, and there is a warm current flowing in my body."

Zhang Wenchang swallowed up this giant carrot-like elixir in three swipes.

Zhang Wenchang looked around, and fierce battles broke out everywhere there were treasures.

Soon Zhang Wenchang saw Ye Fan, Duan De, the old blind man, Dongfang Ye, and Xi Bodhisattva's team.

Duan De, this guy Zhang Wenchang, has met him several times. Although he is not very familiar with him, he can still be regarded as a familiar stranger.

This barbarian Dongfang Ye is also a master who has practiced to a quasi-emperor in the original text, and belongs to the same clan as the barbarian Dongfang Taitong.

Bodhisattva Xi, this woman has Buddhist treasures on her body. When I looked at her, I only saw a hazy circle of the sun. As for her cultivation base and her treasures, I couldn't see through them all.

The second most powerful bandit in the Northern Territory is the old blind man. Some people say he is an extremely powerful person, while others say he is the Great King of Dacheng. It seems that this old thief is the one selling the map.

Zhang Wenchang thought for a while, the first big bandit was a saint, and if the second big bandit was just extremely powerful, he would have diarrhea, so Zhang Wenchang felt that he must at least be king-level in strength.

But for such strange people who are dedicated to pursuing the truth, they don't care about external objects and a little bit of vanity, so it becomes normal for them to hide their strength.

The holy light mirror above Zhang Wenchang's head, even if he didn't deliberately activate it, the divine light and coercion emanating from it still scared the monsters away.

As for those cultivators of the human race, they looked at Zhang Wenchang with envy and jealousy. Maybe some people have careful thoughts in their hearts to snatch it, but this is basically courting death.

As long as the elixirs here are elixirs, they are at least tens of thousands of years old, so Zhang Wenchang is like a treasure hunter, constantly searching for treasures one after another.

In a short period of time, Zhang Wenchang collected seventy or eighty ten thousand-year elixirs.

Therefore, their effects are much weaker than those of the medicine kings who are more than 9 to [-] years old, but these things can be used to temper the body, especially when practicing the secret art of body forging.

Zhang Wenchang may have very little need for medicine and may not need these ten thousand-year-old elixirs, but thinking about the four eggs in the small world of Sunflower, Zhang Wenchang has another smile on his face.

"You can leave these treasures to the babies." Zhang Wenchang thought to himself.

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