From the storage ring, he took out a purple-gold spirit fruit, as bright as a star, with a rhizome, emitting a dazzling glow. Dusty ↘ √ Literature √ Network

"This is"

Shen Lang's mind immediately appeared in the description of a certain heaven and earth spirit fruit in Emperor Xuan's Qianyuan Record.

"Dream Fruit. Three thousand years of fruit, 10,000 years of fruit purple, 100,000 years of purple gold. This heaven and earth spirit fruit has the power to boost the soul of the gods and enhance the powerful effect of the divine consciousness, and can only be taken by monks above the knot pill stage. ”

After recalling the effect of the Dream Fruit in his mind, Shen Lang was slightly disappointed. The effect of this dream fruit is to greatly enhance the divine sense, and it has no effect on cultivation.

The role of divine consciousness is more obvious in the fighting methods of high-level monks, and monks with strong divine sense can control a larger number of magic weapons, and theoretically their strength should be a little stronger.

But it actually depends on the situation, and a strong divine sense does not mean that the strength is strong.

Although this Dream Fruit is of little significance to Shen Lang now, if he cultivates to the Yuan Infant Stage, the advantages brought by the Dream Fruit will be very obvious.

There is a set of Tiangang Sword Formation in the Tiangang Pure Yang Sword Codex, only the strength of the cultivator to reach the Yuan Infant Stage can barely be laid down, and the sword array needs to urge a large number of flying swords, so the cultivator's divine sense needs to reach a certain strength.

That being said, if Shen Lang wants to cultivate to the Yuan Infant Stage, he doesn't know that he will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.

Whether I can get out of this enclosed space now is still a question.

Shen Lang carefully put the Dream Fruit into the jade box, and then took out another spirit grass from the storage ring.

The appearance of this spirit grass is very dazzling, it is a golden spirit flower, and the petal heart is like the feathers of a phoenix, exuding a dazzling brilliance.

There are also eight golden leaves growing around the petals, which are curved and curled, and the golden yellow flowers are beautifully set off.

Take a deep breath, the fragrance carried in the petals is refreshing, and you can even feel a warm current all over your body, which is indescribably enjoyable.

"It's a hydrangea!"

Shen Lang was ecstatic, thinking that his luck was really good. Among the two spirit grasses that were picked at random before, there was such an extremely rare pure yang attribute spirit grass!

Fengyang Flower is a heaven and earth spiritual grass that has long been extinct in this world, and there is only a simple description in Emperor Xuan's Qianyuan Record, and he may not even have seen Emperor Xuan himself.

This phoenix hydrangea is a yang-attribute spiritual grass that can be cultivated intensively, and the pure yang power contained in the flower is very strong.

Looking at the color and size of this hydrangea, it is estimated that it is also seventy or eighty thousand years old, and the medicinal power can be imagined.

If Shen Lang swallows the Fengyang Flower now, his body may not be able to withstand the pure Yang Qi in the Fengyang Flower and explode to death.

However, the eight leaves of this hydrangea should still be able to be swallowed, and the effect should not be weak.

"Hahaha, sure enough, if you don't die, there will be a blessing!"

Shen Lang was extremely excited, and he couldn't help laughing.

His cultivation has just reached a bottleneck, and now with this phoenix flower, he has a full guarantee for breaking through the late stage of Nirvana and even the Dan stage.

Three days passed.

The thunder fire in the ruins of the Immortal Garden finally gradually extinguished, and Shen Lang came out of the Spirit Palace Tower.

The entire space was in a mess and desolate, and after the original infant of the Red Blood Ancestor blew himself up, it destroyed almost everything nearby, leaving only the remains of the golden-armored puppet in the mound of earth in the distance.

It may be that after a lot of time of scorching by thunder and fire, the temperature around the ruins is extremely high, almost hundreds of degrees, and the air is very hot.

Shen Lang's body surface stretched out a layer of white light to defend against the invasion of high temperatures.

He let out his senses and scanned his surroundings carefully.

Before his death, the Red Blood Ancestor had said that there was a token hidden in this Immortal Garden, which could lift the ban on the key place of Penglai Immortal Mountain.

But from the looks of it, there seems to be no place to hide things in this fairy garden. Only the two gold-armored golems in the mound were more conspicuous.

That's right, puppet!

Shen Lang's gaze fixed on the remains of a golden-armored puppet and strode over.

The original combat power of the golden armor puppet was comparable to that of a primordial infant monk. Because countless years have passed, the energy has been attenuated too much, resulting in a lack of strength.

The owner of this immortal garden was an elder of Penglai Palace during his lifetime, and after his death, outsiders were definitely not welcome to come to this site. Since the so-called tokens are important, they must be hidden in the safest place.

According to Shen Lang's reasoning, the safest place is probably on the body of this golden armor puppet!

Shen Lang stepped forward to see that the heads of the two golden-armored puppets had been blown apart. Blowing away the dust, you can faintly see the cyan sawdust at the fracture.

It's unbelievable that this puppet is made of wood! I don't know what kind of sacred wood this is, it's so hard.

Shen Lang didn't think too much, he keenly noticed that there seemed to be a mezzanine hidden in the head of one of the puppets, and there seemed to be something glowing in the mezzanine.

He immediately took out the oolong sword and held it in his hand, injected Yuan spiritual power, and slashed towards the sawdust of the puppet's head.

"Boom!"

The oolong sword struck a blow, leaving only a shallow trace in the sawdust.

The cyan wood was too hard, and Shen Lang could only chop off a little bit of wood chips each time he attacked, and he had been busy for several hours before finally splitting the mezzanine in his skull.

It turned out that the glowing thing in the mezzanine turned out to be a white jade-colored token!

Shen Lang was surprised and delighted, and immediately took the token out of the mezzanine and looked at it fixedly.

The jade plaque has a simple shape, with a trace of strange energy fluctuations, and the word "Penglai" is also engraved on it.

"That's the token, that's right!" Shen Lang was sure.

Although he found the token that the Red Blood Ancestor said, Shen Lang felt that it was useless for him to have an empty token.

Penglai Immortal Mountain has always been a legend in Tianhai, and no one has ever seen it. How did Shen Lang know how he could get to Penglai Mountain.

Thinking of these ethereal things, Shen Lang is now more concerned about how he can leave the enclosed space?

After carefully observing for a while, Shen Lang found the weakest cyclone in the previous Immortal Garden space, which happened to float in mid-air and moved slowly.

Shen Lang took a deep breath, converted the main spirit root into a yin spirit root, and urged the oolong sword with all his strength.

"Buzz!"

The oolong sword rose more than ten meters long, and the sword body was covered with layers of gray light, roaring and trembling.

"Slash!"

Shen Lang let out a low shout, and the Oolong Sword carried a large amount of gray light, slashing towards the spatial cyclone like a shock.

"Boom!"

The Oolong Sword hit the space cyclone, emitting a deafening roar, and the entire space of the Immortal Garden's ruins was shaken.

The spatial cyclone cracked a finger-sized opening, but it closed again.

"Damn, it really doesn't work!"

Shen Lang smacked his lips, with his current attack strength, he couldn't tear this spatial cyclone and open the passage.

He was a little unconvinced, and instead urged various magic weapons such as the Thunder Bead to attack in turn.

After attacking for an hour or two, Shen Lang's mana was almost exhausted, and the best case was to tear out a palm-sized hole, which could not accommodate his body shape at all.