Chapter 342

At this time, in another space of Xianyuan cave, a white robe figure was walking in the air, and there was a vast expanse on both sides. However, in front of the white robe figure, there was a blood channel, which could not see the end at a glance. Obviously, the white robe figure was Qin Lang who had disappeared.

Qin Lang, when facing the world of the five elements, seems to be possessed in his heart and has no scruples to enter the world of the five elements. Although he is still very sober, he can't stop it at all, because his body seems to be bound by an invisible traction force and can only keep moving forward.

Unlike other monks who entered the world of five elements, Qin Lang did not enter the real world of five elements at the moment when he stepped into the world of five elements, but entered another space.

I don't know how long I've been walking. The bloody passage seems to have no end.

At the moment when Qin Lang entered a strange space, on the top of a mountain with dense aura, in front of a thatched house, a thin old man suddenly showed his eyes and murmured in a hoarse voice, "are you coming?"

Before the words came to an end, the figure of the old man faded slowly, and finally disappeared completely in front of the thatched cottage.

I don't know how long after that, Qin Lang walked in a daze, already forgetting himself. There was a mysterious feeling in his heart, as if there was something in front of him that attracted him.

Time is in a hurry, like ten thousand years, and it seems that in a hurry, the blood channel is still there. However, Qin Lang has changed from a young man to a dying old man. His body is slowly aging, his face has appeared some wrinkles, his back is becoming more and more curved, his body is becoming thinner and thinner, and even his hair is becoming pale.

However, Qin Lang himself seems to have not found all this. He still goes on for a long time, enduring endless loneliness. If he is someone else, he may have already died of despair in his heart. However, Qin Lang is more and more calm, and his eyes are more and more clear.

In this way, Qin Lang has been moving forward for a long time. Finally, the blood channel disappears. What appears in front of Qin Lang is a dense and steaming Lingshan mountain, with purple air soaring into the sky. Occasionally, real dragons roar and fairies soar. If it is normal, Qin Lang will be surprised. However, Qin Lang is very indifferent at the moment.

"You are here at last." All of a sudden, a voice rang out, and a rickety body slowly appeared in front of Qin lang. if you look carefully, isn't it the old man in front of the thatched cottage?

Qin Lang took a look at the old man and nodded, but he didn't say much.

"Come on, old friend, long time no see." With a smile and a wave of sleeves, the old man and his wife disappeared in the same place.

A little while later, in front of a thatched cottage, there was a dead wood table, occasionally filled with dragon spirit. Above it was a set of tea sets, giving off a sense of Fairy Spirit. The old man filled two cups of green tea.

"You can really enjoy it. The real dragon and the holy wood are the tables and the Xianfeng and the holy wood are the tea sets?" Qin Lang smiles.

The real dragon tree is the legendary tree where the real dragon inhabits. It is dyed with the air of the real dragon. It is the most noble ancient tree. It is rare in the world. Looking at the danxuan world, there are not many trees. Any one of them is better than the most powerful treasure in Yuchuan world.

However, the real dragon god wood is only used to refine a tea table, which shows its luxury. Looking at the past and present, there are several people.

In the same way, the sacred tree of Xianfeng is the nirvana and blood of Xianfeng. It has been bred for thousands of years and contains endless vitality. Even if it is often accompanied by ordinary people, it can live for thousands of years and can't even die.

"I don't have many years to live. Naturally, I want to enjoy it," the old man said with a smile. Then he looked at Qin Lang and said, "I didn't expect that you were the first one."

Qin Lang gently sipped a cup of tea. He couldn't help admiring it. Then he said with a smile, "it's not many years to live. I don't believe it. However, it's really a long time since you've drunk Tianxiang tea. Only you can have this treasure."

"Don't pay attention to this tea. If it wasn't for you, I would not like to drink it," the old man said hurriedly, and then sighed: "the plant in the immortal mountain has nearly reached its birthday. It's going to be immortal at any time. It seems that I have to go with it to enjoy it all the year round."

The old man's words, if you let outsiders know, you will be shocked. Even if you don't know what Tianxiang tea is, you will never die. No one in Yuchuan is aware of it.

As one of the five forbidden areas of life in Yuchuan, I never know what's inside. However, the old man's words are very light, as if he often goes there, and he still goes to pick tea. Who is the old man?

Tianxiang tea is one of the two kinds of immortal tea recognized by the universe. If you taste one mouthful of Tianxiang tea, you'll gain tens of thousands of years of longevity and thousands of years of cultivation. Although it's a little exaggeration, the so-called Tianxiang tea that can increase the centenary longevity is not even a waste.

No wonder Qin Lang marveled at the old man's luxurious life. The real dragon and holy wood are the tables and the immortal Phoenix and holy wood are the gaps. Looking at the world, few people can have them.

"You're not old enough to die. You can't even die if you want to. How can you be willing to die? Even if the whole world is dead, you won't die." Qin Lang said with a smile.

"Cough."

It seems that Qin Lang was right. The old man coughed several times, took a cup of tea, drank it, and said with a smile, "disillusionment, you can't say that. Is my old man afraid of death? If not to guard"Well," Qin Lang waved his hand, his eyes full of disdain, "don't talk to me about righteousness. Besides, you're afraid of death. I'm not the only one who knows. I can tell you in advance that you'd better keep some of this tea. When those people come back, you can bribe them. Of course, if this table and tea set are preparing one for everyone, they will naturally appreciate you."

"One for each?" The old man's face was puffed, and his saliva immediately gushed: "you think this real dragon god wood and Xianfeng holy wood are all dregs. If you have the ability, you can get another one for me! The tea table is gone, but there is still a little bit of tea

Speaking of this, the old man quickly closed his mouth, as if to say the general should not say.

"Oh?" Qin Lang's eyes suddenly brightened, and then he grinned and said, "you're not so kind, old immortal. You just said it's gone. It's rare to come here this time. Why do you have to pack ten Jin and eight Jin for me to take away?"

"Ten jin, eight Jin?" Old undead almost fainted, suddenly angry: "you think this is the stall goods, also ten jin, also eight Jin, you say is light, if you really say so, I'll give you all the rest!"

"Certainly." Qin Lang laughs.

"Hum, disillusionment. I said if you broke your head after reincarnation, how can I find that you have become like a rogue?" The old immortal glared at Qin Lang.

"Well, I'll talk about it later. How long has it been since reincarnation?" Qin Lang's face suddenly fell.

"I calculate, you know, this man's memory declines as he grows old. Besides, it's been a while." The old man ha ha, and then pinched his fingers.

"I say you are not old enough to die. You are patronizing and enjoying it. You are too incompetent." Qin Lang didn't have a good airway, so he could only take up his tea cup and drink a few cups. He was just like a master of mixed food and drink.

However, the old man was so ashamed that he had to bite his teeth. Originally, he thought that there would be some tea left in this pot, but now it is impossible.

"Well, yes," suddenly, the old man said with a smile, "it's more than 30 million years since you started reincarnation."

"More than 30 million years?" Qin Lang's face finally flashed a heavy: "how to destroy the fairyland?"

"After two great annihilations, what do you think will happen?" The old immortal sighed, and a trace of desolation flashed in his eyes.

Qin Lang was silent for a while, and his face was very complicated. He sighed and said, "I don't know if I chose the right one, ah."

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that the old immortal would be so desolate," the old immortal said with a bitter smile, and then sighed. "But now that it's over, there's no need to sigh. If I don't want to die, I really hope to turn it into a piece of loess, a piece of grass and a piece of trees in this world. The vicissitudes of the world add to the desolation."