Ninth-level fairy

"Did the donor recognize me?"

The old monk is the abbot of Hongfa Temple, the largest temple in Longqi City. He is a true spiritual cultivator who has reached the seventh level. He has always been known as the two best in Longqi together with Baizhi of Longyuan.

Master Qinghe had contacts with Lingxiao Mountain and had always been good friends with Uncle Master Xuanzhen. Du Fang had sent him two letters, so he naturally knew the old monk in front of him.

Seeing that the person in front of him was an acquaintance, Du Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"It turned out to be the master. I was shocked. How did you get here?"

"I was attracted here by the rich blood energy of the donor. Is the young donor Ling Xiao Xuan Zhen's servant?"

Du Fang smiled awkwardly and said:

"He's a disciple of Lingxiao, not a servant!" Thinking of what he said just now, he immediately said:

"Master, just now you said that I didn't repent even though I was about to die. What did you mean? I don't quite understand."

A golden light shone from Master Qinghe's hand, and he said gently:

"Don't move!"

Du Fang had great respect for this kind-hearted old monk, having heard of his deeds. He watched quietly.

In the Buddha's light, a black divine light emerged from between Du Fang's eyebrows.

A sharp pain shot through his head.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and looked at the Buddha's light wrapped in black Shenxi.

Master Qinghe sighed softly:

"No wonder you have such a strong bloody aura. It turns out that she is the one staying in your sea of ​​consciousness!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black blood light emerged from the black divine body, penetrated the golden Buddha light, and directly pierced into the old monk's eyebrows.

Master Qinghe groaned in pain and fell out.

Shen Xi returned to Du Fang's sea of ​​consciousness, and the intense pain disappeared immediately.

Du Fang was stunned and hurriedly helped up the old monk who had fallen to the ground.

Master Qinghe sat up, and suddenly, a stream of black blood flowed out from the tip of his nose.

"How...how are you?" Du Fang was a little anxious.

He knew that this kind old monk wanted to help him separate from the flower soul.

Master Qinghe gasped for a long time before he finally calmed down and said, "It is indeed an immortal spirit. My ability is low and I can't help you!"

"Thank you, Master. I hope you are not in the way!"

Master Qinghe wanted to stand up, but suddenly he fell down again.

He sighed miserably, "The immortal spirits possess the power of heaven and earth, and they are indeed beyond the reach of my level of cultivation. Child, if you don't remove the immortal flower soul from your sea of ​​consciousness as soon as possible, it will sooner or later corrupt you and take over your body, turning you into an evil cultivator despised by everyone!"

Seize the body! Seize the body!

The immortal spirit takes over the body!

What exactly is possession, and what is this process like?

Du Fang was trembling all over, and a terrible idea had come to his mind.

If, if possession of another's body begins with the deprivation of the six senses, then everything seems to make sense.

Has this fairy flower soul started yet?

To confirm his thoughts, Du Fang asked in a trembling voice, "Master, does possessing a body begin by stripping a person of their six senses and changing their appearance?"

Master Qinghe stared at his face carefully and said slowly:

"No, for ordinary cultivators, possessing a body only takes a moment, but it's different for immortals..."

"What's the difference?"

"There have only been three immortal spirits in the world: the Purple Spirit, the Green Spirit, and the Black Spirit. They are three fetuses in one body. The immortal spirit that resides in your sea of ​​consciousness is the Black Spirit Flower Soul..."

Du Fang listened, afraid of interrupting him.

"The flower souls of immortals require the nourishment of immortal grass. Therefore, since ancient times, after the immortals have grown, they will find a human to inhabit, using the immortal grass to absorb the hostility, evil spirits, and evil spirits between heaven and earth... Immortals are yin in nature, and they usually choose women, using the living souls in these bodies to nourish the flower souls. Therefore... once a person is possessed by an immortal, their ultimate fate is to be possessed by another body and become her puppet..."

Du Fang listened blankly, and kept hearing:

"And your fate, from the moment you were born, was to be sacrificed and supported."

From now on, all the Dao Qi you cultivate will enter your sea of ​​consciousness and nourish that woman's soul. And your fate, from the moment you were born, is to be sacrificed and nourished."

It is both auspicious and calamity.

"Master... do you know if there is a way to remove the spirit of this fairy flower?"

Du Fang looked at the old monk with hope, fearing that if he said "no", his life would be completely over.

The old monk hesitated for a long time, and finally said:

"Have!"

A huge joy descended from his head. As soon as the word came out, Du Fang felt that every cell in his body jumped for joy.

He couldn't contain his excitement, and he tightly grasped the old monk's arms, shaking them continuously:

"Where is it? Where is it? How do I find it?"

The old monk hesitated and said, "That group of people is difficult to approach. They have strange tempers and don't interact with outsiders who practice Taoism... However... I met them once before, so I should... probably... be able to take you in..."

"Someone is coming!" The old monk suddenly stopped talking.

The sound of a sword whistling came very quickly.

Du Fang suddenly raised his head and saw nine red lights with red tails under the setting sun. The whistling sound came from the sound of the long swords under their feet breaking through the air.

Behind the sword light were sixteen even smaller sword rainbows.

It covered the sky and earth, flying over Longqi City.

Landed in front of this forest.

Longyuan Sword Sect - Nine Great Priests.

The red light faded, and nine old men in black robes and red satin stood there, followed by sixteen red-robed disciples. Each held a fluorescent stone in their hands, illuminating the dim forest as bright as day.

Suddenly, one of the great priests, wearing red satin with gold edges, walked out of the crowd.

He stared at Du Fang with gloomy eyes and spoke slowly:

"Sure enough, you're here! The Wasteland Lord has been searching for you for days but couldn't find any trace of you! This great achievement actually fell into my hands!"

The chief priest laughed loudly, and countless people behind him also laughed strangely, staring at Du Fang with ill intentions.

Master Qinghe propped himself up and stood up, took a step forward with his head held high, and stood in front of Du Fang.

The chief monk looked at the old monk's scars and the blood on his mouth, and frowned:

"Aren't all the bald donkeys in Hongfa Temple dead yet? Why are there one after another? Qinghe, this is my Longyuan Sword Master's man. Are you crazy enough to want to compete with me, Longyuan?"

Master Qinghe sneered and said, "In Lingxiao Mountain, the one who killed my fellow apprentices and brothers was you?"

The chief priest laughed out loud, "So what? The Lord of the Wasteland is going to attack the Lingxiao Sect, and these two bald donkeys actually dared to tip them off. They must have been following your instructions!"

Du Fang was surprised and asked, "Did the master send reinforcements to Lingxiao before three months ago?"

The old monk sighed deeply:

"That day, Brother Xuanzhen asked me for help. I originally thought it was just a common conflict between sword sects, so I sent twelve disciples to resolve the dispute. However, they ended up dying at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain under unknown circumstances..."

Master Qinghe paused:

"I've always suspected it, but I never expected you to actually confirm it today... All my Buddhist disciples died at the hands of your Longyuan Sword!"