Ninth-level fairy

Du Fang was stunned for a while.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind, and I immediately asked excitedly:

"Master, what you said before, is it true? Can those people with strange tempers and difficult to approach really remove the flower soul from my mind?"

"They have a way, but it's hard to find people!"

Master Qinghe nodded heavily and gave him an affirmative answer.

"Then let's go!"

Du Fang was about to take his arm, but suddenly it was gone, and a strong sense of self-blame immediately surged into his heart.

Suddenly, Du Fang turned around and looked into the distance. He felt a hint of danger approaching from afar.

Master Qinghe also felt it at once and said softly:

"This isn't a place to stay for long. You possess the energy of an immortal spirit, and you're bound to be targeted by those with ill intentions. Why don't you come with me to Hongfa Temple? I'll inquire about everything and then personally escort you there!"

"Okay! Thank you, Master!"

Du Fang felt sincerely grateful.

He finally felt a trace of care, which made him feel warm. After all, Uncle Xuanzhen's old friend was different from everyone else.

Looking at the approaching sword cultivator, his mind turned cold again, and he suddenly snorted coldly:

"act recklessly!"

He drew out the Chengying Divine Sword and stared closely at the direction where the sword was coming from.

These low-level cultivators are simply impossible to kill.

Master Qinghe hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Don't fight with swords. The more you stimulate your immortal power, the deeper your possession will become. It will be more difficult to save you. By then, I will be even more unsure. You are now Lingxiao's last disciple. If anything goes wrong, I will be ashamed of my brother Xuanzhen!"

The old monk brought Uncle Xuanzhen over. Du Fang put away his sword and said:

"Listen to the Master!"

Master Qinghe took off his grey robe, scattered the Buddhist beads in his hand on it, and pulled Du Fang's body. A golden light wrapped him, and the grey robe flew up and continued to fly down along the mountain range.

It flew towards the low jungle, circled three times in a row, got rid of the pursuers behind it, and then suddenly turned and re-entered Longqi City.

I happened to look back and saw Du Fang looking towards the distant Lingxiao Mountain. I felt sorry for him and comforted him, saying:

"Fellow Daoist Xuanzhen, you are capable of one person, with the cultivation level of the sixth realm of heaven and man. You are the thousand-year-old Lingxiao sect, but you were slaughtered and only you are left. The White Desolate Lord of Longyuan has such cruel methods!"

"Master already knows?"

Master Qinghe nodded. "I saw this young benefactor when I went to look for my Buddhist disciples. He possessed divine powers, but unfortunately, he fell into the devil's way! He killed his teacher and his friends!"

Du Fang suddenly clenched his fists and his teeth chattered.

Even if he didn't want this body of Mo Ling's flower soul in his sea of ​​consciousness, he would peel her out alive and kill her with his own hands.

Anger made his blood burst out of his head and soar into the sky.

Master Qinghe hurriedly advised, "Donor, you absolutely cannot do this. This immortal blood will attract all kinds of cultivators who covet it."

Du Fang snorted coldly: "I want them to come!"

At some point, a hint of viciousness appeared on his face.

When the two passed through the center of Longqi City, they saw a mirror lake in front of them. Although it was not big, countless hibiscus flowers grew on the surface of the water.

The sky reflects the setting sun, and the picture is extremely beautiful.

Master Qinghe smiled and said, "This is the Yuanxu below. This mirror lake has not dried up for thousands of years. These hibiscus flowers are growing taller and taller..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped and he stared blankly at the hibiscus.

As the two of them passed through the lake.

Hibiscus suddenly burst into bloom, each petal vibrant and beautiful, dripping with crimson blood. In the setting sun, the flowers' vibrant colors were unusually vibrant.

Master Qinghe wondered:

"Usually these hibiscus are green and purple, why are they suddenly blooming today? Could it be..." When he saw the rich fairy aura coming from Du Fang.

The entire Longqi City suddenly began to shake.

The earthquake lasted only two or three seconds, but Du Fang and Qinghe both heard the clear sound of a phoenix coming from under the Mirror Lake.

At the same time, Du Fang suddenly felt suffocated. He could sense a strong demonic aura coming from the red flowers of Hibiscus.

These flowers opened every pore and madly absorbed the blood and energy of the fairies.

"Hurry up and collect your fairy blood!"

Master Qinghe shouted with a serious look.

Seeing his serious expression, Du Fang immediately held his breath and drew his blood back into his body.

The immortal spirit disappeared, and all the hibiscus flowers suddenly drooped, lying on the water like dead snakes.

Du Fangqi said:

"This flower blooms so strangely, blooming just when we passed by. Could it be that it's attracted by the scent of my fairy blood?"

Master Qinghe whispered, "That thing has awakened!"

"What is it?" Du Fangqi asked.

"Young friend, have you ever heard of the origin of the Longyuan Sword Sect?"

"I've heard of Dragon's Rest and Abyss. This city is built on ancient ruins. Legend has it that there are some ancient and strange creatures in it, but no one has seen them in the past thousand years!"

"Did you hear the sound of a phoenix just now?"

Du Fang was suddenly stunned: "This...is the legend true?"

"of course it's true!"

"Come on!"

Master Qinghe did not hesitate any longer and took him directly over the golden hall and flew into the side room.

Master Qinghe entered the temple, lit seventy-two candles in the abbot's room, closed the door, and then his tense expression relaxed.

Du Fang asked curiously, "What's going on, Master?"

Master Qinghe stared at him seriously for a long time before saying:

"My dear friend, you possess such a kind of immortal blood and energy. I have devoted my life to Buddhism and have entered the Seventh Realm for twenty years, yet I have never seen anything like it. Perhaps... perhaps in the eyes of the prehistoric monsters, this immortal blood and energy is the most delicious blood food in the world..."

"Blood food!" Du Fang suddenly shuddered.

Master Qinghe continued:

"I originally thought that the records in the ancient books were all tricks to deceive people. After all, there are very few monsters from the ancient times that have survived from the Nine Divine Continents, and immortal spirits are even rarer in the world..."

"What does the Master want to say?"

Du Fang was very puzzled.

"After seeing it today, it seems that there is some truth to what is recorded in these ancient books. Monster beasts that eat the blood and energy of immortals can increase their cultivation, greatly enhance their magic power, and prolong their lifespan..."

"What about these candles?"

"These candles are to block the immortal spirit from you. I'm afraid it will attract the monsters sealed in the Abyss!"

Du Fang murmured, "The sealed monster's cry just now, is it a sign of its awakening?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that the fairy blood would awaken this thing!"

"What kind of monster is so powerful?"

Master Qinghe sighed deeply and said:

"Every species from the prehistoric world has a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. The one in Longxi City has a scientific name called Xuanniao, but is more commonly known as the Yellow Bird. It's a species left behind in the Nine Divine Continents after the shattering of the prehistoric world..."

"Yellow Bird..."