Black Fairy, the master is a female ghost

Lu Xunhuan was in the air, watching the president and the ice disappear together, he was stunned for a moment.

Did you fall into the water?

Dead or not?

Whether dead or not, we must go into the water to take a look.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

He maintained the state of summoning the golden hoop, kept the dragon energy protecting his body, kept the defensive magic weapon appearing, swooped down, and plunged into the freezing ice water.

Golden light shone from his body like a lamp, illuminating the area within a radius of three meters underwater.

And after he entered the water, he once again truly experienced the benefits of the golden hoop's full water-resistance properties.

He entered the water with the golden hoop on, but not a drop of water got on his body.

More importantly, he could breathe easily.

In front, in a pool of blood, the president was struggling.

Lu Xunhuan mobilized his spiritual power, kicked his feet, caught up with the president, and punched him in the dantian with all his might.

A large amount of blood gushed out of the president's mouth. He was like a dead fish, without even the strength to struggle.

Lu Xunhuan grabbed his clothes, slapped him with his backhand, broke the ice, and soared into the sky.

A moment later, he flew back and threw the president next to the campfire.

The president never dreamed that there was someone in this world who could destroy him.

How arrogant he was before.

Looking down upon the world, who has ever had an opponent?

The problem was that the poison had not yet dissipated and his internal injuries had not healed, and he met the powerful Lu Xunhuan.

If Lu Xunhuan didn't know how to summon thunder and lightning, he probably wouldn't be able to kill him.

But Lu Xunhuan is such a demon.

He really couldn't withstand the thunder and lightning.

After three consecutive hits, he was seriously injured.

His immortal energy was difficult to condense and he had lost his defensive power. At this time, it was very easy for Lu Xunhuan to cripple him.

He looked at Lu Xunhuan tremblingly and asked, "Are you a cultivator of immortality... or... a demon..."

Lu Xunhuan withdrew the dragon energy that protected his body and the defensive magic weapon, leaving only the golden hoop shining in front of him.

"Do you recognize this thing?"

The president spat out another mouthful of blood: "You killed my son?"

Lu Xunhuan squatted beside him and sneered.

"Your son has only found a few, and I've found six. Adding his one, I've combined seven of these into one."

The president trembled: "You actually found so many?"

Lu Xun Huan's heart moved casually, and he also put away the golden hoop: "Tell me, who is the mastermind behind you?"

The president struggled for a moment and said, "No comment."

Lu Xun Huan stood up and said, "You founded the Immortal Friends Association and have branches in every state in the world. You are using all means to make a fortune. What is your intention?"

The president asked, "Are you cultivating immortality or demons?"

Lu Xun Huan asked, "You want to ask me why I have both immortal power and the ability to summon lightning, right?"

The president replied, “That’s right.”

Lu Xun Huan summoned the golden hoop again: "I don't know who this thing belongs to, but I know that there must be an unyielding soul who wants to change the world."

"Should I collect it all?"

"Will the story be like the clues given in the game, with spirits scattered across the world, waiting for an heir to collect and revive them?

"If the enemy can't find the scattered spirits, they will lure the heirs to search for them. Once the heirs have gathered them, the enemy will be able to completely destroy the spirits."

The president spat out another mouthful of blood: "What... did you say... you are the heir..."

Lu Xun Huan turned around and looked at him: "I'm not, could it be that you are?"

The president suddenly laughed, his laughter extremely desolate: "How sad, the real was destroyed by the fake..."

"I understand, I understand. You were sent by the Dragon King..."

Lu Xun Huan frowned: "What the hell? Who was sent by the Dragon King?"

The president gasped, "You, the false heir, you have become an accomplice of the Dragon King. The Dragon King thought he was destroyed by that God, but he was mistaken."

Lu Xun Huan frowned when he heard this: "What?"

The president coughed and spat out another mouthful of blood: "You fake heir, you are despicable. When the Dragon King was killed, the God was already dead. It is impossible to kill him..."

Lu Xunhuan asked, "Which deity?"

However, the president did not answer him again.

His body suddenly twitched, his feet kicked, and he seemed to have died.

Lu Xunhuan stepped forward and felt the president's pulse.

The president is indeed dead.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He had finally eliminated one of the strongest enemies and the biggest threat in the world.

But what did the President mean by what he said just now?

Am I a fake heir, being used by the Dragon King?

He thought of the masked man in black robe.

The masked man in black robe admitted that he was the one who gave the fan and the golden hoop to Lu Xunhuan on purpose.

The masked man in black robe is the master of Shenlong Pavilion, who originally collected the bones of the divine dragon.

He suddenly shuddered.

He remembered the story of the true and false Monkey King in the novel.

If the deity the president was talking about was the real Monkey King, could it be that he was possessed by the Six-Eared Macaque?

What a fucking bullshit.

……

No, that is absolutely not true.

I, Lu Xunhuan, uphold justice in the world.

Am I not saving all the immortals in the world?

No matter whether it is true or not, it is enough for me to be worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth, worthy of the fairy world, and worthy of the people.

But why do I still feel so sad even after comforting myself?

No, the president is the fake one, he is disturbing his own mind.

It must be, it must be.

……

He suddenly remembered the instructions given to him by the Immortal Ancestor.

Yes, I am the descendant of the Immortal Ancestor.

What real or fake heir? I am neither.

I have only one identity, the descendant of the Immortal Ancestor.

The mission is to protect the fairyland and the people of this world.

Who cares whether it's true or not.

Who cares about the gods waiting to be resurrected.

Those things that needed to be found, whether it was the golden hoop or the divine bone, simply drifted into this world and were picked up by him, the descendant of the immortal ancestor.

Just as he was comforting himself in his heart, he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Go over there and see who is practicing magic here."

He left quickly, his figure flashed, and in a blink of an eye he crossed the river and dived into the mountains on the other side of the river.

After a while, a group of people came with torches and found the president's body at the foot of the cliff.

Then, a group of people searched up and down the river.

After struggling for several hours, it was almost dawn and the group of people had gained nothing, so they left.

Lu Xunhuan waited until they left before flying down the mountain again.

The ninth-level immortal sword is still at the bottom of the river, and it must be salvaged at all costs.

That is the only ninth-level immortal sword in the world.

After reaching the riverbed, he broke the frozen surface of the river without any hesitation.

Then, he summoned the golden hoop and defensive magic weapon, let his body shine with golden light, and dived into the river.

Down in the water, many fish were swimming around.

He dived all the way down and searched back and forth at the bottom of the river.

After an incense stick of time, he finally saw the hilt of the magic sword.

The blade of the magic sword has been buried in the sand.

If he had come any later, the hilt of the sword would have been buried under the sand, making it difficult to find.

After finding the ninth-level immortal sword, he floated up and flew out of the water.

Afterwards, he did not go looking for the northern barbarian tribes anymore, but flew towards the south.

After flying for dozens of miles and getting away from the river, he came to destroy the magic sword's recognition of its master.

This is a ninth-rank immortal sword, and the original owner's strength is even higher than his. It would be difficult for him to break the master recognition state.

When he tried to break it, the immortal sword struggled and resisted desperately, and the force of its resistance was extremely huge.

He actually wrestled with the ninth-rank immortal sword for three hours, gradually wearing away its hidden power, before he finally broke it completely.

After the magic sword returned to its ownerless state, he headed south again and returned to Dongyan.

The next day, he quietly returned to Longzhou City.

Then, he sneaked into the prince's mansion.

When he stood in front of Yan Ningxue, she was shocked.

Who is this guy with an unshaven beard?

Lu Xunhuan quickly said, "I."

Yan Ningxue recognized him when she heard his voice, flew over, and excitedly merged into his arms.

After a while, she covered her nose and left his arms: "Oh, what a smell, take it off and throw it away."

Lu Xun Huan said with a smile: "This set of clothes will be treasured after we go to the Northern Barbarians. Don't throw it away."

Yan Ningxue asked, "Are you from the Northern Barbarians?"

Lu Xun Huan nodded and handed her the ninth-level immortal sword: "This is a priceless treasure. Please hide it for me and use it later."

Yan Ningxue nodded: "Okay, I will definitely hide it for you. Go take a shower and change clothes quickly, I'm going to vomit."

"vomit……"

She really vomited.