Travel through the heavens

A half-human-high ancient bronze tripod was placed on the bonfire, constantly burned by the raging flames. Two elite soldiers from the Phoenix Camp added firewood to the bonfire from time to time to control the size of the flames.

Fang Muye, dressed in plain green, stood beside the bronze tripod, guiding the invisible energy with his fingers, carefully controlling the balance and fusion within the tripod, so as to stimulate the vitality in the flesh and blood of the dragon and salamander without losing even a bit of its essence.

Inside the bronze tripod, the originally boiling water had now turned into a soup of a strange light ochre color, as thick as melted amber. Pieces of dragon-eating salamander meat floated in it, emitting a rich and exotic fragrance.

Xu Fengnian twitched his nose and couldn't help licking his lips, muttering, "What a nice smell."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Muye hooked his finger, and the eight hundred year old ginseng and six hundred year old astragalus held by two young Taoists flew into the air and fell into the bronze tripod together.

The ginseng roots stretched out, greedily absorbing the essence of the soup together with the astragalus, and releasing the tremendous medicinal power and origin in strands, blending with the soup.

The soup kept boiling, gradually changing from light ochre to golden yellow, and the unique fragrance it exuded became more intense.

At this time, let alone Xu Fengnian, even the old sword god Li Chungang and the old heavenly master Zhao Xituan could not help but twitch their noses and salivate, not to mention the other people in the courtyard.

At this moment, Fang Muye's eyes focused, and the "Kunpeng Swallowing the Sky Art" which was derived and created based on the "Hunyuan Gong" and "Beiming Shengong" began to work. An invisible and unstoppable suction force burst out, with Xiaoyao Temple as the core, and swept across a radius of hundreds of miles in an instant.

Hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers were silent in an instant!

At this moment, time seemed to be frozen.

The howling mountain wind suddenly stopped.

There are several huge waterfalls hanging like the Milky Way in Huishan and Longhushan. The roaring water suddenly stagnated, as if the throat was strangled by an invisible giant hand.

After a while, the mountain wind rose again and the waterfall began to flow again.

However, the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles began to fluctuate, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, rushing towards Xiaoyao Temple with earth-shaking power.

When Li Chungang was flying the sword before, he sensed the several auras in the Tianshi Mansion, Zhenjun Temple and Yunjin Mountain in Longhu Mountain. He suddenly felt something and looked towards the direction of Xiaoyao Temple with an extremely solemn look.

In Xiaoyao Temple, Fang Muye clenched his five fingers on his right hand, gathering all the surging spiritual energy onto the bronze tripod.

Longhu Mountain is the ancestral home of Taoism, and Huishan is also a place of spiritual beauty created by nature. The spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles is so magnificent, but now it is all gathered in a small area and is constantly compressed and condensed.

On the bronze tripod, at first, there was just a transparent sphere the size of a watermelon. After a while, the sphere began to mist, gradually producing milky white smoke, and finally became like thick fog.

Fang Muye gave a light shout, and suddenly clenched the five fingers of his right hand. The sphere suddenly collapsed and disappeared, but a few drops of milky white liquid appeared in its original place and then fell into the cauldron.

Gather spiritual energy and condense it into liquid!

It’s really a fairy’s trick!

Li Chungang and Zhao Xituan's pupils shrank slightly, and they were shocked.

Looking at the bronze tripod again, I saw a hazy glow rising from the tripod. In the glow, there was a faint shadow of a miniature dragon struggling and roaring, but it was entangled by the golden silk thread and pulled into the tripod.

After a cup of tea, Fang Muye waved his hand lightly, and the dragon-eating salamander meat, ginseng, astragalus and golden soup in the bronze tripod were wrapped into a ball by the icy true energy, slowly rising and flying into the bronze cauldron that had been prepared on the stone table beside it.

Fang Muye cast his gaze towards Li Chungang, whose left sleeve was empty, and said with a smile, "Senior, eat. The more you eat, the better."

Li Chungang nodded solemnly, walked to the stone table, opened his mouth and took a breath. The golden soup in the bronze cauldron, which was as thick as lava and contained terrifying energy, instantly turned into a column of water and was swallowed into his stomach.

After that, Li Chungang took up the ginseng, astragalus and large pieces of giant salamander meat one by one without any pause and began to eat them voraciously.

boom!

It was like a burning star suddenly falling from the crater of a volcano that had been dormant for twenty years.

Li Chungang, who had eaten more than a dozen pieces of Jiao Niu meat, suddenly straightened his body as if he was hit by an invisible hammer.

His exposed skin instantly turned red as charcoal, and the blue veins were like awakened giant pythons, twisting, expanding, and pulsating wildly under the skin.

The unimaginably powerful energy and blood force, like an uncontrolled torrent, exploded in his meridians and body, rushing left and right.

Li Chungang did not suppress this energy and blood, but let it wander wildly in his body and wreak havoc. Heat continued to emerge from his head and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Just when Li Chungang felt that he was about to burst by this terrifying power of qi and blood, Fang Muye moved.

He instantly came behind Li Chungang and put his hand on Li Chungang's left shoulder.

A mysterious colorful object immediately entered Li Chungang's body and circulated rapidly. The energy and blood were originally like a group of violent buffaloes, charging and colliding at will. After encountering the colorful object, they immediately became docile and well-behaved as if they had seen the king of the herd. They all gathered behind and followed behind. Under the leadership of the colorful object, they rushed towards the broken left arm of Li Chungang.

The moment the colorful object touched the broken edge, magical things began to happen quietly.

The meridians and muscles that had originally shriveled and necrotic were like dead trees coming back to life, regaining vitality and gradually wriggling. The powerful energy and blood power behind the colorful object quickly split into a stream and injected into them, restoring their vitality.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of white arm bone grew out from the broken end extremely slowly but with great determination.

Muscles also grow at the same time.

The crimson muscle bundles were like living creatures with intelligence. Following the rhythm of bone growth, they were like living vines, wrapping around the new arm bones and spiraling upwards, spreading, interweaving, and covering them.

The blood vessels extended from the depths of the cross-section like an awakening red dragon, quickly establishing connections with the new arm bones and muscles.

The colorful object was like the most delicate weaver, weaving the arm bones, tendons, and blood vessels together to create a brand new arm.

As a price, the colorful object and the vast energy and blood power were almost exhausted.

During this process, Li Chungang felt an unbearable itch at the broken arm, mixed with great pain. The old sword god gritted his teeth, his body shook violently like a sieve, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Xu Fengnian, Zhao Xituan and others had been staring intently at Fang Muye and Li Chungang, and saw that the old sword god's empty left sleeve was gradually filled up from top to bottom, until a palm slowly grew out from the cuff and was completely formed.

Everyone's eyes widened unconsciously. They actually witnessed such an incredible thing as a severed arm being reborn. This was definitely a capability that only gods could possess.

Although Li Chungang's left arm had been regenerated, Fang Muye did not stop there. He drove the remaining wisp of colorful object, carrying the remaining energy and blood to circulate in this new arm several times, and then came out from the left arm, circulating in Li Chungang's limbs and torso until the energy and blood were exhausted.

Under the gaze of Xu Fengnian and others, Li Chungang's face suddenly looked several years younger, and even the many white hairs on his head turned dark blue again.

Is this rejuvenation?!

Fang Muye placed the remaining strand of the seven-colored object on Li Chungang's heart meridian, withdrew his hand from Li Chungang's left shoulder, and chuckled, "Senior, I'm glad I have fulfilled my mission."

Li Chungang was stunned for a moment, and then with a hint of disbelief, he slowly raised his left arm. His five fingers were slender, with distinct joints, and his palm was thick, with a new rosy luster.

He tried to bend his thumb, ring finger and little finger very slowly, and a green sword energy appeared out of thin air, like a flexible green snake, circling around his index finger and middle finger.

An indescribable sourness suddenly rushed up to the nose, instantly blurring the old sword god's eyes.

Twenty years of spring and autumn, more than seven thousand days and nights of incompleteness and silence, at this moment, were completely shattered by the new flesh and blood and the familiar two sleeves of green snakes.

Li Chungang suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning with light, piercing the sky like cold lightning.

At this time, the moon was bright and the stars were clear. Suddenly, an extremely clear sword sound was heard. Then, an astonishing and beautiful sword intent rose into the sky, completely shattered a few thin clouds, and went straight towards Douniu.