Purple Eternal Life Bottle

The drizzle of light rain fell on the muddy path in Lingtian District, the outer gate of Qingyun Sect. Under a leaky shack, Chen Mo carefully held an old purple bottle as big as a palm and looked at the drop of clear spiritual liquid that was about to drip from the tip of the leaf. Tick ​​tock. The spiritual liquid fell into the palm of his hand and became warm, and an undetectable vitality merged into his body. Chen Mo closed his eyes and felt the mixed and stagnant cultivation in his body, which seemed to have loosened a little...