A mortal asks the heavens: I want to become an immortal

"One, two. Three..."

Thirteen. Qingfeng checked the last leaf of the Spirit Washing Flower and was stunned. It was said that the Spirit Washing Flower only had nine leaves. But there were threads like blood vessels running through the flower path, and some blood-like liquids were flowing in it. What was going on? It looked weird.

Before he could think about it, he saw a snow-white flower blooming quickly on the top of the Spirit Washing Flower. The petals on the flower slowly bloomed, and a breath of primordial aura was hazy. In the stamen, a thumb-sized red fruit emerged.

Qingfeng was completely stunned. What was going on? Who could tell him?

Just when he was a little confused, he saw that not far away, the golden-horned silver snake was only a skin and bones. The flesh and blood on its body were gone, like a mummy.

The three great mountain guardian beasts died just like that. The death was inexplicable. If he was discovered, how would he explain it? He was completely stunned for a while.

After calming down, he was a little confused for a while. He looked at the spirit washing flower again and found that it was actually starting to wither.

Seeing this scene, he didn't know what to say. To be honest, he was not sure what kind of flower it was.

Senior Brother Liu Mochou told him that the petals of the spirit washing flower were golden yellow, which could absorb the essence of other spiritual objects and would have nine leaves when mature.

But he didn't say that this thing would bloom and bear fruit, and even the number of leaves was wrong. There were thirteen leaves.

Seeing the whole flower begin to wither quickly, he didn't have time to think about it. He went up and picked the red fruit. When he wanted to pick a few leaves, it was too late. All the leaves turned gray and white and fell down the moment the fruit was picked.

Then its flower stems also withered and lost their luster.

So quickly, the whole flower, which he had raised for several years, was gone in a few breaths, which made him speechless for a while.

He looked at the body of the golden-horned silver snake, and then at the fruit in his hand, frowning even more. The death of the golden-horned silver snake was strange. Although he did not see what happened, he thought it must be related to this flower.

If the sect investigates, he will not be able to explain it clearly, so can he hand over this thing to prove his innocence?

Thinking of this, he just wanted to find an object to put the fruit away, but he did not expect that this thing began to wither.

Seeing this, Qingfeng was dumbfounded again. Although this thing may not be the spirit washing flower, he knew that this thing must not be an ordinary spiritual object.

If it is allowed to wither, it will lose all its spiritual power. Wouldn't it be a pity, and wouldn't all his efforts over the years be in vain? Moreover, he has a mission and bears the blood feud of the entire Fengshan Village.

His father and mother disappeared, and the village was massacred. He had to figure out all these things, but relying on his own qualifications, he must have wasted his lifetime, and his only hope, the spirit washing flower, was gone.

He couldn't miss this only chance. Thinking of this, he thought that even if the fruit was useless or he was poisoned to death, he would accept it.

He was so determined that he didn't think about anything else. He opened his mouth and ate the fruit. When the fruit entered his mouth, a sweet juice burst out. The juice flowed down his throat, and he felt extremely sweet.

But when the juice fell into his stomach, he knew that the pain had just begun.

When the juice entered his stomach, he felt that the juice seemed to have turned into molten iron and poured into his stomach. An extreme pain spread from his stomach to all parts of his body.

He felt that his entire body meridians seemed to be burned by a raging fire. This pain made him roll on the ground, with a heart-piercing pain, extreme pain, a pain that could not be described from the inside out.

While he was still somewhat conscious, he endured the severe pain and sat up cross-legged, and used the Tyrant Body Technique to try to relieve the pain, but he found that it was useless. The pain inside could not be relieved at all.

The severe pain made him sweat coldly like raindrops, and his consciousness began to blur.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the strange postures in the Tyrant Body Secret Book, and he instinctively fiddled with them.

Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg, Old Ox Pushes a Cart, and Little Horse Kicks.

As he performed these postures that he understood, he felt as if the pain was reduced a little. It actually worked. Although it could not reduce much, it was better than being directly killed by pain, so he fiddled with it drowsily.

One day, two days. Three days...

Seven days later, Qingfeng pushed the sky with one foot and stood on his own with one foot, his hands in a strange posture, motionless, like a sculpture.

A breeze blew by, and his eyes suddenly opened. For a moment, a gleam of light could be seen flashing in his eyes and then disappearing.

Click, click sound continued.

He slowly put down his limbs and swung his neck, and the click sound rang again.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, as if he was finally relieved, and immediately sat down limply.

The pain of being burned by the flames finally ended. If it weren't for the postures in the Tyrant Body Art that could offset some of the pain, he would really be in pain to death. Here he had to thank his master for his foresight.

He felt it and found that all the meridians in his body seemed to be connected at this moment.

He practiced some skills and found that there was a trace of magic power flowing in his body. Hey, this discovery made his eyes brighten and he was indescribably happy.

At this time, he thought that even if the golden flower was not a cleansing flower, it should have the effect of a cleansing flower. Since he had magic power, didn't it mean that his spiritual veins were changed?

He finally had magic power. After so many years, he finally stepped into the ranks of immortals and would never be laughed at again.

In joy, he punched the ground with a fist. There was a loud bang, and the ground was punched out by his punch. A big black pit came out.

Looking at the big pit and then looking at his fist, he was a little dumbfounded. He felt that the power of his punch just now might be nearly ten thousand pounds, and he just used only 50% of his strength.

Standing up, he aimed at a boulder more than three meters high and punched it, instantly breaking it into pieces.

It turned out that this was true. His full-strength punch could actually reach 20,000 pounds. This made him feel incredible. Although he used to be extremely powerful, he could never exert such a great force.

Happy, nothing but happy.

He sat cross-legged and felt it silently. He felt that his whole body was full of strength, but he also felt weak. At this time, he immediately realized that he was hungry.