Ninth-level fairy

"Before she died, she begged me to stop the birth of fairy flowers in this world. So... you know, I am helping her fulfill this wish!"

When Mo Qingfeng talked about this old friend, he felt gloomy and sad.

Du Fang finally understood why he looked so lonely and distressing when he first saw him. He carried a wine gourd and a skinny horse with him, and had extremely high cultivation, but was unwilling to fly on a sword.

"This flower is harmful to people. It is also a spiritual creature born from the evil energy of heaven and earth. Your cultivation level is not good enough to destroy it. You can only carry it with you to prevent it from falling into the hands of evil and harming lives."

Du Fang remained silent. Brother Mo had already explained all the key points to him.

Also let him know the cause and effect clearly.

Mo Qingfeng observed his expression and asked, "Do you still want this thing?"

Du Fang remained silent, biting his lip. After a long pause, he finally said, "I took this thing to save the lives of my three thousand disciples, not to possess this immortal power!"

"I know and understand. You call me Big Brother, but I don't have anything valuable to give you. If you want it, just take it!"

Covered with black cloth, Mo Qingfeng stuffed the fairy flower into Du Fang's hand.

The touch felt warm, and Du Fang never thought that Big Brother Mo would actually give him this source of destructive power, and Big Brother was not greedy at all.

Mo Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said:

"I've been wanting to give it to you even before you opened your mouth. If you can't take it back today, you won't be able to stay in Lingxiao Sword Sect, and you'll also be in danger of being killed. If you take it back now, you'll be the most meritorious person in Lingxiao Sect. From now on, not to mention being an outer sect disciple, you can even enter the inner sect and become the leader of three thousand disciples!"

"Big brother..."

Du Fang could no longer choke up and speak. When Mo Qingfeng was leaving, he was still thinking about his future, his safety, his future entry into Jiange, and his ability to become the leader of three thousand disciples.

A wave of uncomfortable gratitude blocked his throat, making Du Fang unable to utter a word.

"The power of the immortal spirit, be careful, be cautious, it is also the will of heaven and earth to have this disaster, which made me meet you. In fact, I don't know if I can really avoid this disaster by bringing it back!"

He looked at Du Fang seriously. "I made this decision today, and I don't know whether it's to save you or to harm you! Brother, let me ask you, if you take this flower, will you really regret it in the future?"

Du Fang slowly shook his head: "No, even if I am corrupted by the power of the immortal spirit, I will still be grateful for Big Brother's kindness today!"

Mo Qingfeng stood up:

"Brother, I'm leaving. You should be careful in everything you do in the sword sect. As for this power, try not to get involved with it!"

"Brother...I understand!"

Mo Qingfeng got on his horse and without even looking back, he rode away in the night on the official road.

In the gentle night breeze, the desolate ringing sound can still be heard.

As soon as Mo Qingfeng left, Xuan Zhen immediately surrounded him. He took the fairy flower lovingly, fearing that the light emitted when the black cloth was lifted would attract covetous people.

He held her in his arms, tenderly and lovingly, as if she were his first love.

I'm afraid it will melt if I hold it in my mouth, and I'm afraid it will dry up if I hold it in my arms.

"Let's go back to Lingxiao Mountain immediately!"

Xuanzhen's expression was filled with ecstasy and excitement, and his voice was even a little louder.

Du Fang looked at the joyful faces of the people in the crowd, and suddenly a sense of loss filled his heart.

The bodies of the dead and injured elders were immediately brought onto the magic sword.

It's faster to leave than to come.

When all the people from Lingxiao Sword Sect left, a woman in black suddenly jumped out from under the broken carriage. There were strange runes painted on her face. She looked in the direction where the magic sword disappeared, and then walked to the broken body of the Great Elder.

Her face was filled with hatred, and she murmured softly to herself:

"Lingxiao Sword Sect, Du Fang... Du Fang!"

The Great Elder was burned to ashes. The woman in black packed the ashes, took out a flare, and threw it directly into the sky.

Above the lonely night sky, a brilliant firework exploded, forming a long green sword mark that lingered for a long time.

At the end of the distant night sky, the sword mark of fireworks disappeared.

More than a dozen flames from immortal swords cut through the darkness and rushed towards this side.

Three days later——

Lingxiao Mountain, Sea of ​​Clouds Square.

In the battle at Lingxiao Mountain, nine people died and three were seriously injured. Except for Uncle Xuanzhen who was in the sixth realm, all the elders and priests who had not broken through the sixth realm, although they seemed to be still alive, were not in much better condition.

The three seriously injured elders eventually did not survive. After struggling to return to the mountain, they took a look at the fairy flower and finally closed their eyes peacefully.

It seemed as if the burden and responsibility that had weighed on them for hundreds of years had finally been fulfilled in their generation.

At this time, more than 3,000 disciples wearing white clothes and white cloth on their heads were standing on the Yunhai Square.

The head of Lingxiao Sword Sect, Xuanji Zhenren, dressed in mourning clothes, presided over the funeral in person.

Twelve coffins were placed in front of the Sanqing Hall. Taoist Master Xuanzhen, wearing a white cloth on his head, knelt first below.

The battle resulted in heavy losses, and all the masters that Lingxiao had gathered over the past few decades were wiped out.

Kneeling behind him were Du Fang and Li Qingshuang.

After returning to the mountain, he was promoted to the leader of three thousand disciples and ranked first. Everything was just as Brother Mo expected.

In this battle, Du Fang made such a great contribution that all the disciples of the sword sect would call him "Big Brother" whenever they met him.

Master Xuanji personally recited the Sutra of Salvation, and in the raging flames, twelve coffins were cremated and flew up.

Although he got the fairy flower, there was no joy on Taoist Xuanzhen's face. The price he paid to get the flower was too heavy, so heavy that the sword sect could hardly bear it.

Xuanji Zhenren walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Everyone, get up!"

The two stood side by side, looking at the three thousand white-robed disciples who were still kneeling. Xuan Ji Zhenren looked worried and said:

"Lord Longyuan will be here soon. Junior Brother Xuanzhen, what do you think?"

Xuan Zhen said, "In Lingxiao Sect right now, only the two of us, senior brothers, have reached the sixth level of the Ascending Sword Dao. The fifth level of sword cultivation has also been completely severed. This battle was done very cleanly, and Longyuan Sect may not even know it was us who did it!"

"I'm just worried..." Master Xuanji sighed.

"If the news gets out, we might not be able to keep this fairy flower!"

"Only four people know about this at the moment: Du Fang, Shuang'er, you and me. As long as we don't tell anyone, no one will know! But..." Xuan Zhen hesitated.

"But what..."

"Now that the fifth-level sword cultivators are completely gone, we must quickly open up our sect's Dao veins, select outstanding disciples, and quickly raise our realms. Without the fifth-level sword cultivators, the Qingliu Thirteen Sword Formation will lose its effectiveness!"

"I want to hold a sword competition in three days to select thirteen disciples who are at the peak of the fourth mirror. We need them to break through the mirror as soon as possible. If the Lord of Longyuan Wilderness comes to seek revenge, we will have a chance to deal with it."

Xuanji Zhenren said, "Okay, you will take care of this matter! Also... you should hurry up and refine the Immortal Flower... This is a major event that concerns the future of Lingxiao Mountain. Whether our Lingxiao lineage can dominate the Nine Continents in the future depends on you, Junior Brother..."

"I understand!" Xuanzhen's expression was calm, indifferent, and full of immense confidence.

"Three days later, the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion will hold a sword duel."

As soon as this news was announced, all the white-robed disciples cried out in excitement. This time, Uncle Xuanzhen had shown mercy to the outer sect disciples. This time, no matter if they were inner or outer sect disciples, or even menial disciples, as long as they had the confidence to qualify for the thirteen sword cultivation spots, they would be favored by the sect's Dao lineage.

The four talents of purple, white, gold and blue can all be enhanced with the blessing of the source energy of the Tao meridian, changing from blue to gold and from gold to white.

The grief and anger over the elder's passing were swept away, and the entire Lingxiao Mountain was filled with a joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

Every disciple was in a state of extreme excitement.