Chapter 1166: Fantasy Fruit and Phoenix Sunflower

Take out a purple-golden spirit fruit from the storage ring, as bright as a star, with a rhizome, emitting a dazzling glow.
"this is……"
Shen Lang's mind immediately appeared in the "Xuan Di Qian Yuan Lu" about a certain heaven and earth spiritual fruit.
"Mengmeng fruit. As a result of three thousand years, the fruit of ten thousand years is purple, and one hundred thousand years is purple-gold. This heaven and earth spirit fruit has the power of boosting the soul and enhancing the power of divine consciousness. Only monks above the pill formation period can take it."
After recalling the effects of the Dream Fruit in his mind, Shen Lang was slightly disappointed. The effect of this fantasy fruit is to greatly enhance the spiritual consciousness, without any diligence effect on the cultivation base.
The role of divine consciousness is more obvious in the fighting techniques of high-level monks. Monks with strong divine consciousness can control a larger number of magic weapons. In theory, their strength should be stronger.
But the actual situation depends on the situation. A strong spiritual sense does not mean strong strength.
Although this fantasy fruit is of little significance to Shen Lang now, if he cultivates to the Yuan Ying stage, the advantages of fantasy fruit will be very obvious.
There is a set of Tiangang sword formations in the Tiangang Pure Sun Sword Classic. Only the cultivator reaches the strength of the Nascent Soul Stage to barely deploy it. The sword formation needs to mobilize a large number of flying swords, so the cultivator's consciousness must reach a certain strength.
Having said that, Shen Lang wants to cultivate to the Yuan Ying stage, but he does not know that he will wait until the Year of the Monkey.
It is still a question whether I can get out of this enclosed space.
Shen Lang carefully put the dream fruit into the jade box, and then took out another spiritual grass from the storage ring.
The shape of this spiritual grass is very dazzling, it is a golden spiritual flower, the petals and flowers are like the feathers of a phoenix, exuding dazzling brilliance.
There are eight golden leaves growing around the petals, bending and rolling, setting off the beautiful golden flowers.
Taking a deep breath, the scent carried in the petals is refreshing, and you can even feel a warm current overflowing all over the body, which is indescribable and enjoyable.
"It's Fengyanghua!"
Shen Lang was ecstatic, thinking that his luck was really good. Among the two spirit grasses picked at random before, there is such an extremely rare pure-yang spirit grass!
Fengyanghua is a heaven and earth spirit grass that has long been extinct in this world, and there is only a simple description in "Xuan Di Qian Yuan Lu", perhaps even Xuan Di himself has not seen it.
This Phoenix Sunflower is a yang attribute spirit grass that can be intensively cultivated. The pure yang power contained in the flower is very strong.
Judging from the color and size of this phoenix flower, it is estimated that it is seventy to eighty thousand years old.
If Shen Lang swallowed Fengyang Flower now, his body might not be able to withstand the pure Yang Qi in the Fengyang Flower, and his body would explode and die.
However, he should be able to swallow the eight leaves of Phoenix Sunflower, and the effect should not be weak.
"Hahaha, sure enough, there must be a blessing if you survive a catastrophe!"
Shen Lang was extremely excited and couldn't help laughing.
His cultivation has just reached the bottleneck, and now with this Phoenix Sunflower, he is fully guaranteed to break through the late Nirvana and even the Dan formation period.
Three consecutive days passed.
The thunder fire in the ruins of the fairy garden finally gradually extinguished, and Shen Lang left the spiritual palace tower.
The entire space was messy and barren. After the former Crimson Blood Patriarch’s Nascent Soul blew himself up, it almost destroyed everything nearby, leaving only the remains of the golden puppets in the mound in the distance.
It may have been burned by thunder and fire for a long time. The temperature around the ruins was extremely high, nearly several hundred degrees high, and the air was very hot.
Shen Lang opened up a white mask on his body to protect him from the high temperature.
He released his spiritual sense and scanned the surroundings carefully.
The Scarlet Ancestor once said before his death that there is a token hidden in this fairy garden, which can lift the ban on the key place of Penglai Immortal Mountain.
But it seems that there is no place to hide things in this fairy garden. Only the two golden puppets in the mound were more conspicuous.
By the way, puppet!
Shen Lang fixed his gaze on the wreckage of a golden puppet and strode over.
The original combat power of the golden armored puppet is comparable to that of a monk in the Yuan Ying period. Because countless years have passed, the energy has decayed too much, resulting in insufficient strength.
The owner of this fairy garden was an elder of Penglai Palace before his death. After his death, he would definitely not welcome outsiders to this site. Since the so-called tokens are important, they must be hidden in the safest place.
According to Shen Lang's reasoning, the safest place is probably this golden puppet's body!
Shen Lang stepped forward to see that the heads of the two golden puppets had been exploded. Blow away the dust, you can vaguely see the green sawdust at the break.
It's incredible, this puppet is made of wood! I don't know what kind of sacred tree this is, it is so hard.
Shen Lang didn't think too much, he keenly discovered that there seemed to be a mezzanine hidden in the head of one of the puppets, and there seemed to be something luminous in the mezzanine.
He immediately sacrificed the Oolong Sword and held it in his hand, injected his original spiritual power, and cut it from the sawdust on the puppet's head.
"boom!"
One blow of the Oolong Sword left only a shallow trace in the sawdust.
This blue wood is too hard, and Shen Lang can only chop off a small amount of sawdust per attack. He has been busy for several hours before finally splitting the mezzanine in his head.
It turned out that the shiny thing in the interlayer turned out to be a white jade token!
Shen Lang was surprised and delighted, and immediately took the token out of the mezzanine and took a closer look.
The jade plate is simple in shape, with a strange energy fluctuation, and the word "Penglai" is also engraved on it.
"This is that the token is right!" Shen Lang was sure.
Although he found the token that the Scarlet Ancestor said, Shen Lang felt that it was useless if he had the token.
Penglai Fairy Mountain has always been a legend in Tianhai, and no one has ever seen it. Where did Shen Lang know how he could get to Penglai Mountain?
Thinking about these illusory things, Shen Lang is now more concerned about how he can leave the enclosed space?
Observed carefully for a while, Shen Lang found the weakest cyclone in the fairy garden space before, floating in mid-air and moving slowly.
Shen Lang took a deep breath, converted the main spiritual root into Yin Ling root, and fully urged the Oolong Sword.
"Buzz!"
The Oolong sword rose more than ten meters in length, and the body of the sword appeared with layers of gray light, roaring and shaking.
"cut!"
Shen Lang shouted in a low voice, and the Oolong Sword carried a large amount of gray light, slashing towards that space cyclone like a fright.
"boom!"
The Oolong Sword hit the space cyclone with a deafening roar, and the entire space of the ruins of the fairy garden was shaken.
The space cyclone cracked a finger-sized hole slightly, but it closed again immediately.
"Damn, it really doesn't work!"
Shen Lang slapped his lips. With his current attack intensity, he could not tear the space cyclone and open the passage.
He didn't believe in evil a bit, and instead urged various magic weapons such as Thunder Pearl to attack in turn.
After attacking for an hour or two, Shen Lang's mana was almost exhausted, and in the best case, he could only tear a palm-sized hole, completely unable to hold his body shape.