Ninth-level fairy

"Are you Lingxiao's senior?"

After one move, she probably guessed it.

Li Qingshuang asked in a trembling voice, and immediately remembered those Lingxiao masters of the seventh and eighth realms who had died in the tomb. Could it be that they were not dead and could only be trapped in this world?

The woman sneered disdainfully: "What Lingxiao Zixiao? I am the Empress Hualiu, in charge of this world!"

It seems not! If it was Senior Lingxiao, the two words "Lingxiao" would be enough to summon her memory.

The woman in green gauze snorted coldly:

"I thought you were a spirit being, possessing some extraordinary abilities, and that I was planning to outsmart you. However, I never expected that if I had known you were vulnerable, why would I have put on such a show and wasted my blood and food? Heaven has mercy on me, and has finally granted me this great opportunity."

Li Qingshuang was breathing heavily. She couldn't understand why this woman recognized that the child was an immortal at first sight.

Dozens of broken swords were stuck in her body, and her breathing became rapid.

Finally, I asked the question in my heart.

The woman in green veil cursed, "Fool, you carry a fairy spirit with you, don't you know that the blood and energy of this divine creature cover the sky and the earth?"

Li Qingshuang looked at the sleeping baby. She hadn't noticed it before, but now she looked carefully and saw a blood-like aura like dust and smoke swirling up from the Baihui point on the top of his head.

As soon as she entered the sword gate, her whole mind was focused on the surrounding environment, but she didn't even look closely. The child was actually surrounded by blood.

At this moment, she felt extremely regretful. She was shouldering the heavy responsibility of Lingxiao, yet she was so careless.

He became anxious and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He was so angry and seriously injured that he fainted in an instant.

The woman in green gauze walked forward, kicked her body twice, and suddenly burst into strange laughter.

As the laughter rang out, the skin of an elegant and beautiful woman suddenly became shriveled and wrinkled, like an ugly corpse of dried mud.

The entire body of this Yin corpse was covered in a cracked and wrinkled Taoist robe. The exposed arms and neck were covered with grayish-white corpse spots, and the backs of its hands were covered with white hair.

The infernal corpse, with grayish-white hair and no trace of blood, walked up to the child and said in a hoarse, unpleasant voice, "Fairy, Fairy, I can finally get out! It's been so many years since I tasted sweet, mellow blood. Fairy, here I come!"

The white nails scratched the child's heart, and blood gushed out. The corpse leaned over, like a ghoul, and lay down with its mouth on the heart, constantly sucking the fresh hot blood that gushed out of the heart.

Suddenly, it was as if cold water was poured into boiling oil in a pot, and countless hissing sounds came from her body. The white-haired corpse suddenly seemed to be burned by fire, suddenly jumped up, screamed, and fell out.

He fell onto the pile of rocks, and his gray and hairy body immediately turned red.

Countless thin red threads penetrated into her body, constantly entwining and wandering around.

The body of the Yin corpse seemed unable to withstand the divine power brought by the blood. The blood vessels began to expand, and after expanding to the limit, they began to contract. The color of the body turned from grayish white to bright red, and then from bright red to charred black.

She kept screaming and howling, her body rolling on the rocky beach. Finally, her body gradually faded away and turned into a pool of charred powder.

Only a mysterious Taoist robe was left, spread out on the pile of stones.

A soft sigh came from behind him: "I've been gambling for most of my life, and this time I finally made the right bet!"

Li Qingshuang slowly sat up. She had just pretended to be dead because she knew she was no match for the demon. She deliberately confused the demon with amazing power, betting that it was a demon fetus that would wreak havoc on the world. Ordinary demons could not withstand the power of its bloodline.

She crawled over slowly. The dozens of broken swords stuck in her body had damaged her heart meridians. Li Qingshuang knew that her life was coming to an end, so she wanted to do something before leaving.

She took out some magic medicine from her body and applied it to the child's cuts. She placed the things she had with her in his arms, tore off her underwear, wrote a suicide note in blood, placed it on the child's heart, wrapped it tightly with cloth, and prayed softly:

"Junior Brother Du Fang, you are a spirit, inheriting the spiritual power of heaven and earth. I hope that after you wake up, you can regain your memory. If you can remember me, your senior sister, then I will wish you all the best in the paradise. Master and uncle say that you are a demon fetus that brings chaos to heaven and earth. Senior sister hopes that you..."

Li Qingshuang took a deep breath. "Senior Sister is incompetent and cannot accompany you in your growth. The ancestors bless you and allow you to survive in this world. If you can really get out of here, you should do your best to promote the prosperity and revival of the Lingxiao Sword Sect. If it is impossible, just do your best."

"Senior Sister hopes that you will commit fewer sins and accumulate more merits, which will bring happiness to all living beings. If there really is a Western Paradise, I will bless you with success in everything. Junior Brother, we are not destined to be together in this life..."

Li Qingshuang sobbed softly, endured the great pain in her body, prayed a few times, and carried the child into the water, fearing that he would die of thirst or drown.

She used all her strength to pick up a few stones and surround it.

This way he could occasionally drink some water without drowning.

After doing all this, Li Qingshuang stared blankly at the clear water surface and sat on a big rock by the lake.

Slowly closed his eyes.

Her body slowly dried up as her blood dried up, and she grew cold.

The dozens of sword tips that pierced her body were all contaminated with evil and violent energy, destroying her heart meridians and qi palace. Even if she had achieved great success in her cultivation, she could not resist the power of the evil spirit.

Li Qingshuang tried hard to open her eyes again and took a reluctant look at the sleeping baby with a peaceful face.

She failed to fulfill her master's last wish, but was ambushed and suffered misfortune here.

Finally, her body slowly grew colder.

The sun sets in the west and night falls over this holy lake.

The animals around came and went, looking at the baby with curiosity, but no animal was willing to get close.

Night falls and the bright moon rises.

The bright moon shines on the baby's body.

The bright moon seemed to have some magical power. As the moonlight seeped in, the baby's body began to grow slowly.

The hair on his body gradually faded away, and the wrinkles on his face began to smooth out, revealing the face of a child.

As the snow-capped mountains beneath the holy lake melted, the water level began to drop.

The moon sets in the west.

Overnight, dense forests grew on the rocky beach of this Mirror Lake at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Grass, trees, and shrubs seemed to be nourished by the spirit of life, climbing a step higher every hour. Jujube trees and apricot trees grew leaves and blossoms.

When the first ray of purple shines from the east.

There are towering ancient trees beside the Mirror Lake, completely covering the entire Mirror Lake.

Sitting on the stone, Li Qingshuang's stiff body suddenly moved slightly.

She awoke with a moan, and when she opened her eyes, she saw something almost unbelievable. The lakeside had been a rocky beach yesterday.

At this time, there are already towering trees and bushes.

What was even more miraculous was that the wounds on her body healed completely and she no longer felt any pain at all.

Li Qingshuang immediately undressed and looked at her snow-white body.

All the broken swords that had pierced her heart meridians yesterday had now melted into a pool of molten iron and flowed down along the stone.

She immediately cried out in surprise: "I'm not dead, I'm not dead!" As soon as she finished speaking, she looked towards the water hole where the baby was placed yesterday.

Li Qingshuang's entire face suddenly froze:

In the water hole, a boy of six or seven years old was sleeping in the lake with his clothes torn off and his limbs strong and powerful.