674: C674 Radix Lonicera Japonicae Thunb

C674 Radix Lonicera Japonicae Thunb

"Withering Bloom Incense! To think that this guy would have something like that!" The old Buddha said.

"Not even an Immortal King would be willing to breathe in that fragrance. Even the Essence of an Immortal King would be affected." Cripple said.

The Ksitigarbha King sighed, "Even I wouldn't dare to listen to such words. Although they are not fatal, they would shake the Immortal King's Essence within me. "Furthermore, there is even a conjecture that there is a dark yellow aura within this incense."

What would happen if the dark yellow energy was swallowed into his body?

His body split open, his primordial spirit rotted, and his cells mutated …

A strange fragrance spread out in the air, and Meng Xuan gently sniffed a little. A strange expression instantly appeared on his face. This was a familiar smell …

It was because of the mysterious yellow energy. It was also mixed with a strange power, causing his primordial spirit to sublimate. It was actually extremely comfortable. Meng Xuan didn't know what that strange fragrance was, but the indestructible grandmist body thirsted for it so much that it actually began to regenerate on its own.

He regained his composure and pretended to be angry as he said, "I only smelled this incense once and I already felt like my body was going to explode. You are an immortal king, so of course you are fine, but to me, it is extremely harmful."

Broken palm squeezed her neck suddenly and almost squeezed her to death, saying, "I'm not willing to compete, I will crush her into a pile of rotten flesh right now." If you don't want to see your loved one crushed into mincemeat, then quickly compare notes. "

Even if you squash her, it has nothing to do with me. Meng Xuan resisted the urge to roll his eyes. However, he still pretended to be angry and said, "Alright, you go first."

With a long suck of the broken palm, a thick cloud of smoke turned into a long dragon and floated into his body.

The broken hand shook for a while, and then it suddenly coughed: "Sorry, I inhaled too much."

Then, a scene that left everyone at a loss whether to laugh or to cry occurred. A face appeared on the back of the severed hand, and it started vomiting crazily, "Damn it, I've taken too much, I feel like vomiting. What should I do?"

The old Buddha was speechless.

Cripple: "…"

Ksitigarbha: "…"

Zhu Changsheng frowned and asked the Scarlet Emperor, "Is there something wrong with this palm?"

After throwing up for a moment, he pointed to Meng Xuan and said, "It's your turn now. You should swallow so much too."

Meng Xuan let out a cold snort, then flew up into the air and inhaled deeply. Immediately, two smoke cages flew towards his nose and mouth. The fog dispersed within his body. His indestructible grandmist body crazily emitted light. Every single cell of his was greedily devouring the fog.

He only had one feeling, and that was that it was too refreshing. Every cell in his body was cheering, especially his skin, which was covered with numerous mysterious symbols.

As for the dark yellow gas, it had no effect on him whatsoever as he sank it into the Dao Sea. In his Dao Sea, he could see that there were ten True Dragons formed from dark yellow qi soaring.

Broken Palm proudly looked at Meng Xuan, waiting for him to vomit. A quarter of an hour passed and Meng Xuan still hadn't changed. He stood there, calmly looking at Qin Wentian.

"What's going on?" "What a strange physique. Can it cure the poison?"

Everyone was also very surprised by the amount of fog Meng Xuan had swallowed, as well as the fact that he had lost a hand. He even vomited his broken palm. How come he was still fine?

"There definitely isn't enough. Come again." The palm swallowed yet another mouthful. Immediately, that bizarre large arm began to tremble violently, as if it had been struck by lightning. Beads of sweat appeared on his arms, after which he once again violently vomited out, taking huge mouthfuls out of it.

"It's your turn." After which, he spoke to Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan smiled faintly and took a deep breath as well.

An even better feeling came over him. Meng Xuan had never felt this good before. The primordial spirit was in the process of ascension; the immortal grandmist body was undergoing a metamorphosis. The surface of his skin was covered with dense markings.

Meng Xuan recognized what it was. It was a scripture!

The immortal grandmist body was extremely incomplete, and needed him to continue perfecting it. And now, under the stimulation of the Withering Bloom Incense, the subsequent cultivation technique was actually improving!

"How is this possible?" Broken Palm was stunned and a little dazed. He didn't understand what was going on.1

Meng Xuan stared at him in ridicule. "Is that so?"

"If you dare to look down on me, do you believe that I won't kill you?"

Meng Xuan said scornfully, "If you don't believe me, I dare to swallow half of it. "He even said that he was an Immortal King, but he couldn't even manage to get ahold of that tiny Withering Bloom Incense."

"As long as you dare, I will." The broken palm seemed to have been stimulated as it roared furiously. The entire universe was trembling.

"You first." Meng Xuan extended his hand and gestured.

Just as Broken Palms was about to step forward, he stopped and said, "I understand, this is goading them. Everyone knows that if I were to swallow half of it, I would faint even if I were the Immortal King. You definitely want to escape while I'm unconscious, I'm not going to fall for your trick. You go first. "

"You go first." Meng Xuan said.

"You go first." Bargaining with a broken hand.

Meng Xuan put on a look of reluctance before walking forward. With a sudden inhalation, the fragrance suddenly ignited. At the same time, strands of smoke rose up like dragons and crazily entered Meng Xuan's nose and mouth.

Meng Xuan abruptly sat on the ground and began refining the power within. He pretended to be pale as he said, "It's your turn."

Broken Palm laughed loudly, "Brat, you can't take it anymore, right?"

"I'm not dead yet, it's your turn. Don't you dare?" Meng Xuan said sarcastically.

"Who says I don't dare? Look carefully, I am an Immortal King. Even if I were to swallow half of it, I wouldn't die." You, on the other hand, are about to be turned into ashes. " The severed hand then inhaled the same mist.

Suddenly, as if he was drunk, the arm that had been planted vertically in the air collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud, vomiting crazily.

"It feels so bad. My head hurts. I really want to die. I really want to vomit. I don't want to inhale this fragrance anymore." The palm was like a snake, rolling around his body.

The rune on Meng Xuan's body increased in number until it finally manifested into a complete scripture. He stood up from the ground, walked towards Broken Palms, and pulled her out of the ground.

As he was vomiting dryly, he suddenly saw that Meng Xuan had arrived in front of him, looking down at him from a high vantage point.

"Holy shit, how is that possible? How are you still fine?" The amputated palm was confused. That shouldn't be the case. Even his own Immortal King Source energy was shaken, how was he still fine?

"Holy shit, what's going on? Even the Shattered Palms Immortal King can't stand it any longer. He's swallowed so much, why is he still fine?" Summer and the others were also dumbfounded.

"That can't be, right? That person's physical body is already this powerful, and he's even able to resist the Withering Bloom Incense?"

"This person is so strange." The old Buddha sighed. "Silver Armored Soldiers, leave the third region and bring him back."

"Contact Qi'er, lure him into the Western Orthodoxy, and force him to reveal his secret." Hades said.

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