ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 134 A Dream of Rebirth

A dream is like a new life.

Du Xinghe used this sentence to describe himself after waking up from the tribulation.

And her sword spirit commented: "Isn't it just a new life? The skin has changed a layer, and the internal organs have grown half again. You can reshape your body before you reach the Nascent Soul stage, dazzling!"

Shenshui nodded beside him: "Master has always been different from ordinary monks. But think about it, Sword Spirit. Master reshapes half of his body in the golden elixir stage, and then reshapes the remaining half in the Nascent Soul. Isn't it beautiful? .”

The system will not take the initiative to repair it for her.

Du Xinghe thought about it for a while, and it was probably the Xuanming power of the Zhenwu Transformation Technique and the little fat given to her by the Gu spirit that interacted with each other. She analyzed it with Cang Hengzi: "I'm actually 90% certain that I won't die, but I'll probably be a little bit disabled. I also want to ask my senior brother for some pills to regenerate my severed limbs and slowly restore them."

Cang Hengzi listened to her quietly and then said, "Actually, it's because His Majesty fed you some medicinal materials."

"What have you fed me, Your Majesty?"

Du Xinghe was surprised.

Emperor Ying Cang did not ask her for credit after she woke up.

She thought that his greatest achievement was bringing her from the sea to the underground palace and letting her sleep in the coffin.

"Plum Blossom Dan Qi, Narcissus Treasure Soul, Guishui Qilin..."

Cang Hengzi made a list for her: "That's all I saw. I can't stare at it for twelve hours! There will only be more that I didn't see."

He remembered this move just because he wanted to see Du Xinghe's surprised reaction.

He couldn't be the only one whose jaw dropped at His Majesty's generosity.

However, Du Xinghe only had one thought after reading it:

"No wonder I'm not hungry at all when I wake up."

Seeing her calm attitude, Cang Hengzi seemed surprised that she was making a fuss, so he couldn't help but look up to her. Emperor Ying Cang fed her the treasures of heaven and earth. Even Master Rong Yu had to secretly regret it when he came - there were as many ordinary elixirs to cure her injuries as there were crucian carp crossing the river. His Majesty did not know how to make elixirs, let alone medicine. , feeding raw materials directly, isn’t it a waste of natural resources?

As everyone knows, crossing the galaxy is unrecognizable.

In her eyes, the names of these Tiancai Dibao are just like the names of Tiancai Dibao generated with one click in the automatic random naming software.

Of course, she was still very grateful to His Majesty: "No wonder my cooked kidneys grew so well."

"More than that,"

Cang Hengzi still had lingering fears: "Looking at the amount he fed you at that time, I was afraid that you would have six kidneys growing in your stomach after you woke up."

He was really scared.

Medications for medical treatment must be measured in dosage. Excessive dosage is poisonous.

The thing Du Xinghe slept in was not called a coffin anymore, it had to be called a petri dish. The saying that loved things will struggle to grow flesh and blood is also suitable when used in her organs. Cang Hengzi originally wanted to see her scared, but he saw regret on her face and asked her what she was thinking.

"Nothing else, just a little regretful."

"What are you sorry about?"

"When I was just starting out, I encountered a golden elixir beast corpse, which is a good thing for monks in the Qi training stage and foundation building stage. Then you said that my internal organs were not roasted by the fire spirit root monk? Is that right? Stay and fry some kidneys for my disciples to eat? Jindan’s meat is a good thing!... Master Cang, why do you look like you want to arrest me?"

Du Xinghe's words made Cang Hengzi no longer able to look directly at the dish of fried kidneys.

He composed himself and said, "Don't you despise the practice of refining human elixirs in the Reincarnation Institute?"

"I wonder if that wouldn't be a waste..."

The idea of ​​crossing the galaxy was vetoed by Cang Hengzi, saying that this case cannot be made: "Let the monks in the Qi training period taste this kind of sweetness is bad for their Taoism. One day they should expect you to be injured. Don't talk about them. No, of course they won’t now, but if you do this, you will test them all the time and train them to become such people.”

From the beginning, don’t test human nature.

Du Xinghe nodded instructed: "Then I'll keep it for myself."

Cang Hengzi: "..."

It was completely unnecessary for him to worry about her.

Du Xinghe happily went to thank Emperor Ying Cang. He had never thought of taking credit in front of her, so he was particularly happy to be praised——

It's just that the happiness is not too obvious, and there is a faint smile on the lips.

"correct,"

He pretended to ask casually: "How did you break through the golden elixir? Did you go to a higher level to challenge the spiritual beast?"

Sword Spirit's big mouth was very tight at the critical moment, and he didn't talk about the matter of slaughtering her and the branch helm of the Samsara Yard.

After Du Xinghe woke up, he told Cang Hengzi.

When His Majesty asked, she simply told the whole story: "I was very angry at the time and felt extremely annoyed. Even though I was seriously injured later, I felt very happy."

In the past, there were intrigues and intrigues in many ancient worlds, and I lived a life of abiding by the rules.

Collecting someone's weaknesses and exploiting them slowly, both reputation and means are crucial.

But those days have been too long, and it has not really changed the nature of Crossing the Galaxy.

She didn't even think about collecting the evidence of the Reincarnation Academy's human refining pill and making it known to the world. This was probably an open secret in the world of immortality. The righteous path looked down upon it, but there were always people who used it secretly. How could the fortunes of mortals be told? What's the use of publishing it to the world? What does it have to do with her? She rushed to the helm of the Reincarnation Courtyard and killed one more evil alchemist, which meant she was less guilty.

Du Xinghe smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, making him look particularly beautiful.

She is doing what she likes, saying and doing whatever she wants, and she couldn't be more comfortable.

"I always thought that the golden elixir is the embodiment of the cultivation stage. As long as my spiritual power is strong enough, I can go through it naturally. If my spiritual power alone is not enough, I will search for other powers. In fact, this is not the case."

Du Xinghe paused: "So I have invincible strength at the same level, but I haven't been able to cultivate the golden elixir for a long time."

Only people with Jindan or above can be called real people.

The ones under the golden elixir are already two different creatures.

Speaking of this, Du Xinghe couldn't help but think, if the golden elixir is like this, what about the integration period? She has never told His Majesty about repaying kindness. Because of this, the two of them are not the same kind of creatures, and they are probably not in the same dimension.

Catching her gaze, Emperor Ying Cang understood what she wanted to ask:

"Gradually I understand everything, but there are more questions. Sometimes I also wonder, after going through the tribulation to the next stage, all the existing doubts will be suddenly clear and the worries will disappear?"

High-level monks also have troubles.

Du Xinghe joked: "Then will Your Majesty miss the time when you were a low-level monk, thinking that you would be happier?"

Emperor Ying Cang answered quickly: "That's not the case."

For ordinary monks, breaking through the golden elixir is equivalent to winning the prize.

Du Xinghe couldn't help but fall into a short-term happy mood. She felt itchy and wanted to hit someone again, but Emperor Ying Cang asked her to recuperate. She was puzzled: "I'm fine."

"Grow it for another half day to consolidate it."

After all, it was the advice given by the seniors. Although he didn’t know where the standard of "half a day" came from, Du Xinghe still accepted it: "But the worries in the combined stage should be less than those in our golden elixir stage?"

"Split it up."

Emperor Ying Cang sighed softly.

He took out a trace of spiritual thought and condensed a clone from the sea.

How could there be no worries?

He hasn't been out for a long time, so he needs to do some mental construction.

I was in a coma for two days! It feels like I'm only awake for 48 hours out of 5 hours... The bird is resurrected!