The Ancestor Tianying had extremely weak vitality, which led to his tone of slowness. Shen Lang listened quietly.

"After you left the Seven Holy Palace, your strength has improved like a leap. You have reached the realm of the celestial immortal so quickly! You are worthy of being a person who breaks the catastrophe and saves the world. As expected, you cannot guess it based on common sense."

The words of the ancestor Tianying were full of praise and gratitude, and he did not doubt that Shen Lang was the identity of a fairy cultivator.

After all, Shen Lang is the chosen one and should be extraordinary in the world.

"If Master had not taught me at the time, my disciple's cultivation would not have been able to improve so quickly." Shen Lang shook his head and said.

The ancestor of Tianying said in a deep voice: "Don't belittle yourself! At least in the real immortal world today, no one can reach your talent and qualifications. Disciple, what's wrong with you here this time?"

Shen Lang said solemnly: "The first thing is to fulfill the promises we made to our master, eliminate foreign enemies, and revive the Seven Saints Palace!"

"The second thing is to cure the master's internal damage and regain his vitality!" As soon as he finished speaking, the ancestor Tianying scolded in his voice: "Don't do useless work. The 'meat damage' suffered by the master has reached the end of the three damages and seven disasters. The physical body can be said to be 'terminal ill' and there is no cure to save you. Don't waste your time on the master!

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Shen Lang said seriously: "It may not be cured! There is something on the disciple who can save the master's life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Lang took out a wooden box from the storage ring and hurriedly opened it. It contained a gourd-shaped spiritual fruit, emitting a warm and holy white light, illuminating the entire cave.

"This is……"

The ancestor Tianying felt the spiritual fruit in the wooden box release vitality from a distance, and his shriveled old face showed surprise.

"This thing is called ginseng fruit, which is the spiritual fruit of the ginseng fruit tree in Wuzhuangguan, Wanshou Mountain. The effect of this fruit is comparable to that of the ripe peach holy fruit, and contains infinite vitality of life!"

"As long as the master swallows this fruit, he will definitely delay his own flesh loss and regain his life!" Shen Lang said excitedly.

At that time, the ancestor Tianying had great kindness to him and gave him the opportunity to enter the Immortal worship map. Shen Lang swallowed the Nine Orifices Golden Pill and his cultivation soared. It can be said that without the support of the ancestor Tianying, Shen Lang would not have achieved what he has today.

Shen Lang is also a person who values ​​friendship and is willing to give the last ginseng fruit in his hand to his master.

The ancestor Tianying was silent for a long time and said calmly: "Good disciple, your intention is understood by the teacher, but this rare treasure of spiritual fruit in the world should not be ruined by my useless old bone."

"Master, I have swallowed the ginseng fruit once and increased my cultivation. If I swallow the ginseng fruit again, I will not be able to achieve much effect. I can no longer use this fruit for my disciples, so you must accept it, Master!"

Shen Lang tried his best to persuade him.

"Even so, you can give this fruit to monks who are useful to you, and do not waste it on me." "There is no spiritual object in the world to achieve immortality. This ginseng fruit is just to delay the three losses and seven kalpas and the five declines of heaven and man. My body is already deeply trapped in the flesh damage and cannot get rid of it. Even if you swallow the ginseng fruit, you can live for tens of thousands of years or more.

Wannian, this means nothing to me!”

The ancestor Tianying sighed, as if he had taken life and death lightly.

"But..." Shen Lang wanted to say something.
Chapter completed!