The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 220 Golden Pill Celestial Immortal
Jingyan Palace.

"boom!"

The surging purple air, the vital energy of heaven and earth and other energies were all devoured by Shen Yuanliang, circulated in the eight extraordinary meridians, and combined with the qi and blood to extract the legendary "Qi".

Three thousand years of magic power, four thousand years of magic power, in an instant, under the favor of heaven and earth, a full ten thousand years of magic power filled the entire Dantian, and it surged like a huge wave.

Afterwards, Shen Yuanliang silently recited scriptures and practiced the Heavenly Immortal Scroll of the Green Emperor's Immortal Scripture. Under the control of the Yin God, the magic power in his dantian continued to condense and transform from liquid to solid.

An hour later, a purple-gold elixir floated in the dantian, like a rising sun, emitting endless energy.

"Hoohoo!!"

At this moment, in the empty palace, a cold wind came from underground. The Nine Nether Cold Wind came from the underworld, and the magnificent palace was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost.

Shen Yuanliang, who was standing in the middle of it, was blown by the Nine Netherworld Yin Wind, which penetrated his flesh and blood and corroded his skin, flesh and bones. In a flash, he became as thin as skin and bones.

It felt numb and tingling, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his body. An extreme pain surged into his heart. Shen Yuanliang gritted his teeth with a distorted face.

Enduring the pain, Shen Yuanliang took out an exquisite jade bottle and poured out one Qi and Blood Pill after another, constantly replenishing his Qi and blood, consuming and replenishing, one reincarnation after another.

Half an hour later, the Nine Netherworld gloomy wind dissipated, and the skin, flesh and bones of the condensed body became crystal clear, as if a god had been born.

"Fire disaster."

After the wind disaster, the fire disaster followed. A Yin fire was stronger than the Samadhi True Fire and the Six Ding Divine Fire. It burned from the Yongquan point on the bottom of the foot and went straight through the Niyuan Palace. The five internal organs turned to ashes and the limbs all decayed.

Under the Yin Fire, the internal organs gradually shrank like hammered steel, and countless impurities were removed.

Seeing that his internal organs were about to be burned, Shen Yuanliang activated the Five Emperors' great demonic power, and the five elements of energy between heaven and earth poured in, filling his entire chest.

"It's time to open the five great treasures!"

Crisis, crisis, there is opportunity in danger, with the help of fire, Shen Yuanliang successively opened the divine storage of the heart, the divine storage of the lungs, the divine storage of the liver, the divine storage of the kidneys, and the divine storage of the spleen.

Temples were opened one after another, and gods gradually took shape, breathing the energy of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. Light flowed and sparkled, and a mysterious aura emerged spontaneously.

The power of the five elements between heaven and earth is no longer vague. Instead, the threads of law appear before his eyes, allowing Shen Yuanliang to comprehend the power of law in advance.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept flowing, and veins on his forehead were bulging. It seemed as if the fire disaster that had cut him to pieces was finally over. Shen Yuanliang let out a long sigh and could finally rest for a while.

There was a hint from somewhere that a thunderstorm would come in three hours.

Thunder is the lightning sent down by heaven, which varies from thirty-six, forty-nine, to eighty-one, etc., according to each person's talent and merits.

Taking this opportunity, emerald green magic power surged out, tempering the Temple of War and leaving its mark on it.

"boom!"

The earth and rocks rolled, and Shen Yuanliang was like Sun Wukong who escaped from the Five Finger Mountain. He rolled in the air and landed directly on the top of the mountain.

Time passed slowly, and boundless dark clouds covered the entire Liuma Plain. They were boundless and as thick as a block of lead, as if you could touch them with your hand.

"Boom!"

A blue lightning bolt as thick as a bucket fell from the sky. Shen Yuanliang was like a statue, motionless, letting the lightning strike his body, making him feel numb. "Thunder and lightning body training really has its merits."

Wisps of gray impurities were blasted out of the body by the lightning, and the eight-foot-tall body shrank a little. One after another, Shen Yuanliang used the lightning to refine his body and strengthen his physique.

The surging energy and blood flowed throughout the body, strengthening the deeper cells. Wisps of golden light flowed between the bones, exuding a hint of immortality.

After thirty-six lightning strikes, his body was tempered to the limit, and Shen Yuanliang summoned the Temple of War to weaken the power of lightning.

A deafening roar sounded, and the towering Temple of War God blocked one lightning after another. There was good fortune contained in destruction, and endless power of good fortune repaired the damage in the body.

Colorful light circulated, and minor hidden injuries left over from martial arts training and fighting were repaired one by one, and an indescribable sense of relief emerged in my heart.

After seventy-two lightning bolts, as if angered by Shen Yuanliang's nonchalant attitude, the azure lightning turned purple, carrying the ultimate killing power, and transformed into human-shaped creatures.

Swords, guns, sticks, and clubs, nine humanoid creatures attacked from all directions. Each move was ordinary, yet hard to defend against. The simplicity is the best.

"kill!"

Shen Yuanliang let out a long roar toward the sky, holding a flying sword, riding the wind, lifting, slashing, intercepting, and tapping, each basic sword technique was performed smoothly.

The Five Emperors' canopy enveloped his entire body. Shen Yuanliang recklessly used them as whetstones, mastering the basic sword techniques from integration to perfection, and then to mastery.

Each move is natural and perfect until the final peak.

"Swish", with a light stroke, the sharp flying sword passed across the neck, and a human-shaped creature disappeared in an instant.

One, two, under Shen Yuanliang's attack, with his abundant mana and perfect basic swordsmanship, the nine humanoid creatures evolved from thunder fell one by one.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a beam of sunlight shone on Shen Yuanliang, as if he was a god descending from heaven, sacred, majestic, and inviolable!

"Where is this? Is everything just a dream? Zhuang Zhou dreaming of being a butterfly?"

After a long while, Shen Yuanliang opened his eyes and found himself in a pharmacy, with a strong smell of medicine lingering in his nose.

Coming back to his senses, Shen Yuanliang looked at the patient with a sallow complexion in front of him, and after a thorough examination, he proved to be more experienced than an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner.

One day, two days, one year, two years, day after day, year after year, Shen Yuanliang sat in the ancestral pharmacy, curing diseases and saving lives, and researching medical skills.

Inside the exquisite and elegant pharmacy, one side of the wall is hung with banners. The reputation of the national master of traditional Chinese medicine has spread throughout the world, and there is an endless stream of patients coming for consultation every day.

Even with the help of Shen Yuanliang, the increasingly declining traditional Chinese medicine has begun to shine brightly, gradually becoming on par with Western medicine, sharing the world equally and realizing the great aspiration of reviving traditional Chinese medicine.

"It's just a dream after all, and it's time to wake up."

Taking off his white coat, Shen Yuanliang tore it apart with his hands, and the whole picture suddenly shattered like a mirror.

A breeze blew, and on the top of the mountain, Shen Yuanliang's white clothes fluttered, and a feeling of being down to earth surged into his heart. The dangerous and unpredictable calamity of his inner demons was officially over, and the world was bright and promising.

In the Dantian, the pigeon egg-sized golden elixir emitted mysterious fluctuations, and the seeds of the Five Emperors' Great Demonic Powers floating on the side turned into a stream of light and were imprinted on it.

The blank golden elixir suddenly shone brightly, then grew a circle larger and spun around, providing Shen Yuanliang with an endless supply of mana, and even allowing him to perform magical arts with a wave of his hand.

(End of this chapter)