Chapter 1549 Strange Gate God Poison
"Know a thing or two."
Ji Tianxing smiled modestly.
Hong Chengtian just smiled and didn't comment.
However, in his opinion, although Ji Tianxing is the son of the oracle, he is a peerless genius.
But after all, Ji Tianxing only has the strength of Yuanshen Realm, no matter how hard he studies the way of pills, how good can he be?
The vision, knowledge and means of a warrior are all limited by the realm of strength.
A martial artist in the Tianyuan realm who has been practicing alchemy all his life, when it comes to alchemy attainments, no matter what, it is impossible to surpass the primordial spirit who has a little understanding of alchemy.
"You don't have to ask about the old man's injury.
The old man has studied for hundreds of years, but he is still powerless to save himself. Even if you know, what can you do?
However, if you want to refine the way of pills, this old man can help you.
Whatever confusions and problems you encounter in the future, just come to the old man, and the old man will definitely answer them for you. "
Hong Chengtian looked at Ji Tianxing, smiled and said: "Although the old man has fallen to the realm of crossing the catastrophe, his attainments in alchemy are second only to the world-famous alchemy sages, so it's not a problem to give you advice."
Ji Tianxing nodded and said: "Thank you, Mr. Hong, if there is a chance in the future, I will ask you for advice.
However, I would still like to know the status of your injury, maybe we can brainstorm and find a way to treat it? "
Hong Chengtian glanced at him again in surprise, and said with a dumb smile: "You boy, you are really stubborn and stubborn, and you don't want to give up.
Forget it, since you care so much about this old man, then this old man will let you see..."
While speaking, he stretched out his left hand and put it in front of Ji Tianxing.
Ji Tianxing understood what he meant, so he put his right hand on his wrist, releasing his consciousness to investigate his condition.
If he could see the condition of Hong Lao's injury, Hong Lao would tell him the specific symptoms.
If he can't even see the basic injury situation, then there is no need to talk about it.
Ji Tianxing closed his eyes, focused on mobilizing his consciousness, entered Hong Chengtian's body, and probed his soul.
Hong Chengtian also fully believed in him, and let him check the Yuanshen without any precautions.
Both were silent.
After a hundred breaths, Ji Tianxing slowly withdrew his right hand and opened his eyes.
"How?" Hong Chengtian looked at him with a half-smile.
He nodded slightly, and said in a dignified tone: "The middle spirit is fragile, five of them have disadvantages, the spirit is short of one, the ground is not moving, the seven veins are blocked and the three souls are blocked..."
The smile on Hong Chengtian's face suddenly disappeared, and he became serious.
After Ji Tianxing finished speaking, he was already surprised, and his eyes were shining with relief.
"Sure enough, you have some ability, no wonder you are so stubborn, it turns out that you have self-confidence long ago.
You are right, you have seen about 80% of the injury of the old man's Yuanshen, and it is exactly the same.
With your attainments in the way of elixir, it is enough to be comparable to ordinary strong men who have crossed the tribulation. It is really not easy! "
Hong Chengtian's expression was full of appreciation, and he was not stingy with words of praise.
"Mr. Hong is too much." Ji Tianxing said humbly, and said solemnly: "Although I see 80% of it, the remaining 20% of the injury symptoms are the most important. Please let me know."
Hong Chengtian believed him, so he opened his mouth and said: "Since the primordial spirit was damaged, every time it was in a state of extreme yin, the five spirits would be in severe pain, as if they were about to split and shatter.
In addition, in the depths of the old man's primordial spirit, there remains a trace of the strange poison, which is specially used to restrain the poison of the soul..."
After Hong Chengtian finished speaking, Ji Tianxing probably understood.
He kept all these situations in his heart, and said to Hong Chengtian: "Old Hong, I have read several ancient medical books, which recorded treatments for similar injuries.
If you are willing to believe me, give me a few days, and I can find a way to heal your wounds. "
Hong Chengtian originally had no hope, nor did he really believe that he could really find a way.
But Ji Tianxing is the son of the oracle, a genius favored by the God Lord, and he does have some medical talents.
Hong Chengtian thought about it, then nodded with a smile and said: "Tian Xing, I am very pleased and grateful for your kindness.
Just do what you can, no matter what the result is, this old man will remember you as a favor. "
Ji Tianxing waved his hand and said, "Old man Hong is serious. I didn't want you to owe me a favor. I'm only willing to do this because we hit it off."
Hong Chengtian smiled lightly and nodded, but didn't say much.
Afterwards, the two sat on the top of the altar and began to chat.
Hong Chengtian lives in the west courtyard of Tiansheng Palace. He has lived alone for hundreds of years. He has been lonely for too long.
Being able to meet such a peerless genius like Ji Tianxing, and the two have similar tastes, he and Ji Tianxing have a very happy chat.
He talked about the past of Fengshen Mountain, the history of Haotian Tower, the rise and fall of the six empires, and the general trend of the Shenwu Continent.
He used to be a world-renowned Martial Saint, so he has traveled all over the world, and he has traveled all over the Shenwu Continent, so he has a wide range of knowledge.
In the past, Ji Tianxing only read related records and stories in books.
Now that I heard Hong Chengtian's dictation, I understood it more clearly.
Before I knew it, the whole day passed.
When the sun set and night fell, the divine light did not descend on the altar.
Ji Tianxing was a little disappointed.
Hong Chengtian had already gotten used to it, he was not surprised, and comforted him: "Don't worry, in another three months, the divine light may come."
After dark, the two said goodbye to each other and left the altar.
Ji Tianxing returned to the east courtyard, entered the secret room, sat cross-legged on the purple jade stone platform, and began to meditate.
He urged Yuanshen to enter the Tomb of the Sword God, and landed in front of eighteen black tombstones.
The first tombstone on the right is the entrance to Tianshu Pavilion.
He stretched out his palm to touch the tombstone, and was immediately sucked into the alien space.
The next moment, he appeared in the vast sea of clouds, with a white jade bridge under his feet.
He crossed the stone bridge with ease, entered the Tianshu Pavilion, and began to look up books and ancient books.
What he said to Hong Chengtian before was not an excuse.
He had indeed seen it in Tianshu Pavilion, and there was a similar situation recorded in an ancient book.
Moreover, the ancient books and classics collected in Tianshu Pavilion are all rare treasures and exercises above the holy level, which can be said to be all-encompassing and omnipresent.
Hong Chengtian's primordial spirit was seriously injured, and even ordinary warriors couldn't heal it.
But he believed that corresponding treatment methods would definitely be found in Tianshu Pavilion.
Time passed silently, and the day passed quickly.
In Tianshu Pavilion, Ji Tianxing consulted hundreds of holy medical classics and alchemy books continuously.
Finally, when he finished half of "On the Canon of Strange Poisons and Strange Injuries", his frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.
"That's right! It's this medical book, and the symptoms described are exactly the same as Hong Lao's!"
With a face full of joy, he left Tianshu Pavilion holding the Treatise on Strange Poisons and Strange Injuries.
After the primordial spirit returned to his throne, he sat in the secret room, read the medical scriptures intently, and comprehended the healing methods recorded in the book.