Because he swallowed too many immortal beast cores, while absorbing the Tao Qi contained in them, those impurities, even toxins, were also left in his body. If there are only a small amount of impurities and toxins, they can be slowly eliminated using immortal techniques and Taoist energy. But if these impurities and toxins accumulate too much, they will exceed the burden of the human body. Either they will gather together and form a super invincible bottleneck that you will never be able to break through for the rest of your life. Or it will directly induce you to go crazy and die without a burial place.
But the 'Sheep Shit Bean' in Wandong's hand seems to be very extraordinary. The Tao Qi is overwhelming, but there are almost no impurities and toxins. If you swallow such a 'sheep shit bean', it will be beneficial without any harm!
This kind of thing is simply a treasure, even more precious than a complete snow ape core!
"Spiritual elixir?" Wan Dong's heart suddenly moved, "Could this be the elixir that is popular in the Taoist world?"
From the memory of Xuantian Great Ming Shen, Wan Dong had long known that alchemy refining was popular in the Taoist world, and there were as many types of elixirs as there were stars. Many of them are made from the cores of fairy beasts. The functions are also very complicated, but among them, improving cultivation is still the main purpose.
The monks in the Taoist world refine the cores of fairy beasts with various kinds of fairy grass that are unheard of in the mortal world, so as to remove the impurities and toxins in the cores of the fairy beasts, and only retain the Tao Qi contained in them. This allows people to eliminate risks to the greatest extent while improving their cultivation.
It is precisely because of this that the monks in the Dao Sect world who specialize in alchemy for a living are so popular and are crazily attracted by all the major forces.
Thinking that the 'Sheep Shit Bean' in his hand might be the elixir, Wan Dong was so excited that he almost shouted out.
But not long after, Wandong's brows wrinkled again. Xuantian Great Mingshen has seen so much in his life. What kind of elixir has he not seen? But in the memory of Xuantian Great Mingshen, there seems to be no elixir that is as ugly as the one in Wandong's hand!
Their simplicity, either golden, red, green, or blue, is more beautiful and tempting than the five-color gemstones. Even those highly poisonous poison pills are 110,000 times better looking than the one in Wandong's hand.
Such a magical elixir is too hard to come by, right
Wan Dong really wanted to pull out the white flames from his body and torture him severely. He came out quietly, made such a thing quietly, and then went back quietly and pretended to be innocent. Damn it, you think you are Lei Feng, doing good deeds without leaving your name! It's just that he made so many mysterious things, but he didn't explain it clearly. This clearly made Wandong scratch his head and hang himself in a hurry!
besides! This white flame comes out when it wants to come out, and goes back when it wants to go back. It doesn't pass through Wandong at all. What's going on
This unknown thing is already very scary, but if this unknown thing actually makes a home in your body, it is not as simple as being scary. This is simply a time bomb that doesn't know when it will explode. Wan Dong's depressed intestines are about to get knotted.
"This white flame is so self-centered, maybe it is spiritual. It seems that we have to be careful in the future!" The white flame ignored Wan Dong at all, and Wan Dong was so angry that he vomited blood, but it was no use, and sighed, I secretly warned myself.
Looking at the 'Sheep Shit Bean' in his hand, Wandong couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. I hope that girl Ye Qingxue is a sensible person, otherwise, I'm afraid she might be annoying him.
"Help! Help!" At this moment, a hoarse and shrill cry suddenly came from in front of Wandong.
Wan Dong looked up and saw a man whose whole body was stained with blood. He was holding something in his arms and was running towards him with all his strength. About ten feet behind him, two guys dressed in black and wearing skull masks, who looked particularly scary at first sight, were chasing after him, waving bloody scimitars in their hands.
In broad daylight, wearing two skull masks, sneaking around, it doesn't look like a good thing at first glance! Wandong's face darkened, he put the 'Sheep Shit Bean' in his arms, clamped his legs together, and rode up to meet it.
"Hero, save my child, save my child!" Wandong was still some distance away from the bloody man, and the man shouted loudly, his bloody face full of deep pleading. .
Wan Dong took a closer look and saw that this man was about thirty or forty years old. He was dressed in a very ordinary, coarse cloth shirt, and his complexion was extremely dark. His face had crisscrossed grooves. He was probably an ordinary farmer.
On his body, Wandong couldn't feel any sign of true energy flowing, which further strengthened Wandong's judgment.
How could two skeleton-masked warriors deliberately hunt down an ordinary farmer
"Child?" Wan Dong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the man was holding a shadow in his arms that looked like it had not yet risen from the moon.
As soon as he saw this child, Wandong's eyes immediately lit up, as if three million big light bulbs were suddenly powered on. His sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate a foot-thick wooden board. Yes, extremely terrifying.
This baby, who is not yet full-term, actually...has lost all his vitality and has been dead for a long time.
"Hero, please, save my son. It doesn't matter whether I die or not, but my son, he... He just came to this world, he can't die, he can't die..." The man seemed not to know that he was carrying a child in his arms. Ying'er has passed away, or he already knows it, but his subconscious refuses to accept this reality. With a pop, he knelt down in front of Wandong and handed the baby in his arms to Wandong's face with both hands.
At this time, Wan Dong discovered that the man's heart was still bleeding. Wan Dongli immediately understood that when the man was running for his life, someone stabbed him in the back with a sword. The sword edge pierced his heart and also hit the baby in his arms. This made the baby who was not yet full-term The baby is dead.
Wan Dong was almost stunned.
It stands to reason that there are not a few people who have died in Wandong's hands. He is used to life and death, so he shouldn't behave like this. But the problem is that the baby who died tragically was not yet full term. That little face is so cute, but those closed eyes are so heart-wrenching. Even if this was not Wandong's child, Wandong still felt like someone had pierced his heart with a sword, and the pain almost made him suffocate.
What makes Wandong even more incredible is that the child's father, whose heart was pierced, didn't die. Instead, he hugged the child and ran so far in one breath. Wandong simply couldn't believe that this was something that a mortal who had never practiced martial arts could do
What kind of strong will does this require? I'm afraid, only a father's soul-felt love for his son can do this!
"Hero, please! I kowtow to you, kowtow to you!" Seeing that Wandong was indifferent and seemed to have no intention of helping, the father became even more anxious and kept kowtowing to Wandong.
And every time the father bent down to kowtow, a bright red column of blood would erupt from his heart, stinging Wan Dong's eyes and making his heart hurt even more.
"Quick! Get up! I... I promise you!" Wandong hurriedly reached out his hand to help the man up.
The man hid aside, but solemnly handed the child in his arms into Wandong's hands.
"Hero, he... he is my son, his name is Yun'er, I... I will entrust him to you!"
Holding the cold body of the child in his arms, Wandong's heart had never been so painful. Is there any tragedy worse than this in the world
Wandong nodded slightly, feeling that his head seemed to weigh ten thousand kilograms!
The man thanked Wan Donglian a few more times, and then cast his eyes full of infinite fatherly love on his son, murmuring, "Yun'er, your mother has already taken the first step, and your father... too." It's time to leave. I brought you into this world but couldn't accompany you until the end. This is your mother and I's biggest regret in this life. Your mother and I will definitely live a good life. Bless you underground..."
Wan Dong is by no means an emotionally fragile person, let alone a person who likes to shed tears. But at this moment, listening to the father's murmur and holding the child who has lost body temperature, Wandong can no longer hold back his tears. Stop, like a broken bead, rolling down, unable to stop.
If he could exchange his own life for the lives of father and son, Wan Dong wouldn't even frown.
Wandong has seen a lot of death, but today's scene made Wandong truly understand the cruelty and horror of death!
That father's vitality finally burned to the end. His voice became lower and deeper as he spoke. Gradually, even with Wandong's skill, he couldn't hear clearly what he was saying. He could only see that his lips were still trembling... Finally, that person My father's head dropped, and his life came to an end.
But even to the moment of death, his eyes did not leave his son.
Is this father's love? It is said that a father's love is deep and difficult to detect. Only when one grows old and appreciates it carefully can one feel its warmth and greatness. Just like wine, only with age can you have an aftertaste and detect its fragrance.
But today Wandong discovered that father's love can be so intense, so brilliant, and so touching!
Wandong couldn't help but think of his father, that man who was unsmiling and very strict, who had made Wandong complain and even hate him countless times... His heart suddenly felt warmer.
"Damn, do you think you can escape? Even if you escape to the horizon, I will chop off your head!" The two killers wearing skull masks caught up and saw the man's body. He immediately let out bursts of cold, biting, and inhumane smiles. (To be continued)