I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 15: Reviving life in deathly silence
The red fruit was crystal clear. Fu Jin and others quickly approached and smelled the rich aroma, which was refreshing and made their bodies feel a little lighter.

"I said Fu Daxian, are you sure this thing is a fairy medicine?" The more beautiful something is, the more dangerous it is. Pang Bo touched his belly that was about to collapse due to hunger, and his big eyes under his thick eyebrows were hesitant.

It was not easy for him to choose between starvation and poisoning.

Fujin didn't say anything, just picked a piece of fruit, stuffed it into his mouth, and demonstrated it to the two of them with practical actions.

"I'll go, you're serious." Pang Bo said this, but his hand movements were not slow. He and Ye Fan picked the fruit at the same time, took a bite and tried it.

The crystal peel peels open, and the fragrant aroma and juice enter the stomach, making people want to swallow it with their fingers.

After Fujin took a fruit, he sat cross-legged by the pool and observed the situation inside his body.

The fruit is only the size of a chicken egg, but the life essence contained in it is so strong that it is jaw-dropping. It is like a waterfall falling from a high mountain, surging into the sea of ​​bitterness with bits of blue light, making waves and splashing.

The Nine Wonderful Elixir can be turned into nine kinds of holy medicines. Each kind of holy medicine has different effects. The only thing they have in common is that they can all increase the longevity of monks.

The cherry-like fruit in front of him is of great help to the monks in opening up the sea of ​​suffering. Considering Fu Jin's current state, it is just suitable for refining.

Before he could feel his symptoms, the surge of medicinal power spontaneously impacted his sea of ​​suffering, constantly making it stronger.

In order not to waste the medicinal power, he started refining the "Zizhi Song Jue".This is an ancient scripture he found on Shangshan Mountain. It is suspected to be related to the pre-Qin hermit Sihao, and it is enough to cultivate to the realm of great power.

The gongjue activates the medicinal power, and the medicinal power strengthens the sea of ​​suffering. The blue light that was originally as big as a soybean expanded rapidly, and soon reached the size of a thumb, and stopped after growing to the size of a copper coin.

"How's it going? Is it useful to you?" Fu Jin opened his eyes and saw two pairs of wide eyes, looking over expectantly.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were afraid that the elixir would not be enough, so after each taking a piece of fruit, they held back their saliva and waited for Fu Jin to wake up.

"I don't feel anything." Fu Jin didn't notice any changes in his symptoms, and his expression was a little gloomy.

"Try again." Ye Fan encouraged, took the initiative to pick two fruits and stuffed them into Fu Jin's hands:
"Eat two this time."

Under the gaze of the two people, Fu Jin swallowed each piece in one mouthful.

The life essence is like a long river, setting off big waves in the sea of ​​suffering and causing it to expand rapidly. In an instant, it reaches the perfection of this state and grows to the size of a fist.

The muscles and veins of the body are washed by the majestic essence, cleansing the internal organs, limbs and bones. Today, I feel full and full, and the whole person seems to be stronger.

"Is there going to be a problem?" Pang Bo's expression changed when he saw blood flowing from Fu Jin's nostrils.

Ye Fan couldn't figure out the situation, but he quickly guessed the reason:

"It may be that the medicine is too strong, and the current deficiency is not replenished."

Seeing that Fu Jin's body was getting stronger and stronger, almost catching up with Pang Bo's size, the two of them were thinking about whether they would go to the grave of their friend next year.

At this moment, Fu Jin's body changed again.

The round body quickly shriveled up, like a deflated rubber ball.

"This" the two people who were about to retreat stopped.

"what happened?"

"What's the matter?"

The two looked at each other. "I'm going to stay here for a while. I won't use the remaining fruits. You guys can pick them all." Fu Jin said to the two of them in a hurried tone. He looked at the spring pool next to him and plunged into it. , sit down cross-legged.

The two of them were confused, but since Fu Jin could still speak, there must be a solution.Moreover, the place where everyone gathers is not far from here, and you can come over at any time to check the situation.

"Take care." Ye Fan picked off the remaining eight fruits, and temporarily left the divine spring with Pang Bo.

After the two of them left, Fu Jin's face gradually became filled with purple and green lights, which looked particularly strange.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, sensing the situation in the sea of ​​suffering.

Above the sea of ​​suffering, an unknown devouring force appeared, like a black hole, gradually swallowing up the completed fist sea of ​​suffering, and disappearing together with the life essence contained in it.

Although Fu Jin had never experienced this kind of situation, this feeling of having all his energy and energy sucked out of thin air reminded him of his parents in this life.

At that time, they were obviously only in their forties, but their bodies had lost strength and they could not even stand firmly. They also looked like octogenarians. They were aging rapidly. They could only lie on the hospital bed, waiting for the approaching footsteps of death.

"It turns out that when the disease attacks, it will be like this." The purple-green brilliance on the face disappeared, revealing a pale complexion, fair and smooth skin, with wrinkles constantly appearing, and there was an inexplicable air of twilight in the whole body, hanging down Too old.

He smelled death again.

A sense of powerlessness enveloped him.

Without the sea of ​​suffering, all the hard work was naturally wasted. Only the remnant stele is still suspended in the air. On the pattern of the human head and dragon body, the simplicity and grandeur gradually appear. It seems that after Fujin took the holy medicine, the remnant stele also absorbed part of it. Potency.

Unable to wait for the remnant monument to show its power, and losing its power bit by bit, Fu Jin lay in the spring pool, his body floating, looking calmly at the scorching sun on the horizon, welcoming the arrival of death.

"I wonder if there will be a next life, will it still be like this?
"If it still happens, I hope it won't happen again."

Fu Jin murmured, his gray eyebrows falling continuously from his body.

His teeth were loosening and his eyelids were difficult to lift.

He closed his eyes lazily, just soaking in the divine spring and basking in the sun. His breath gradually died, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

The blood was withered, the internal organs atrophied, and only the remains of Fuxi's stele were glowing with green light.

"Live, must live."

Drowsily, someone seemed to be yelling in the distance, and the voice was vague and familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

Looking back now, every thought at this time made him extremely tired. He was tired and just wanted to embrace the endless blackness and sleep in it.

"Last hope."

The roar gradually became clearer, like the roar of a real dragon. It shocked people's hearts and woke up Fu Jin from his deep sleep. There was more green light shining in the distance, like the dawn, disintegrating the darkness and finding the light.

Fu Jin's consciousness is awakening.

The familiar roar still sounded like a real dragon, but this time, it was a line of mysterious scriptures. Each ancient word contained a supreme artistic conception, which was consistent with nature, causing the resonance of the avenue to drink. The sound came out, like a deep drink from the avenue.

"The pure air has not risen, the turbid air has not settled, the wandering spirit has not yet awakened, and the five colors have not been separated. There is something in it, and the nature exists in the dark."

His consciousness gradually recovered, and in the empty sea of ​​suffering, little blue lights lit up, and the mysterious power obtained from the ancient coffin was quietly flowing.

(End of this chapter)