Ninth-level fairy

Why is this fairy flower different from the white one I saw before?

The doubts that arose in Du Fang's mind made him stay where he was, thinking constantly.

At the same time, he didn't notice that the huge golden statue of Buddha began to undergo strange changes:

Above his head, the huge body of Buddha suddenly opened its eyes.

He kept thinking about what Mo Qingfeng said when he gave him the immortal spirit:

In our nine divine continents, on the land where we live, there have been only three fairies for millions of years. They bloom once every three hundred years and fall once every three hundred years, repeating over and over again. Every time a fairy is born, it brings a catastrophe!

Everyone says this flower is beautiful, but when it blooms, at least one-third of all living things in the world will disappear..."

Why? It's just a beautiful flower...

Because there is a kind of power in it, called the power of immortals. If you get this power, you can rule over the nine continents. Unfortunately, your eldest brother once had a favorite person, who was an immortal!

Fairies are flowers and also people!

The nature of immortal spirits is yin, and the one who controls this immortal power must be a woman. Don't look at her purity now. If she masters the method of refining, and combines the immortal spirit with human intelligence, this power can be used by humans.

Therefore, all the cultivators in this world are working hard for this immortal spirit, even willing to sacrifice their precious lives.

The immortal spirit possesses a sinister nature. Anyone who wields this power will inevitably be corrupted by it, becoming its slave and bringing about catastrophic destruction. This thing delights in devouring living beings; the more lives it devours, the greater its power! Anyone who wields it will cease to be human.

At that time, Du Fang didn't believe it at all, or didn't care, but now, he clearly understood why the immortal spirit has a gloomy nature and whoever masters its power will be corrupted by it.

That "it" is the peerless evil spirit hidden in the flower spirit.

Could there be such an evil spirit within this green fairy?

Du Fang couldn't help but guess.

A sharp and urgent cry suddenly broke his meditation, "Come down quickly! Don't touch that thing!"

Chang Qingzi's voice was anxious, and he looked at the crowds of people coming from a distance.

No one knew when, but the originally peaceful crowd in the entire Buddhist kingdom suddenly began to become irritable and easily angered, and the compassion and solemnity on their faces had long since disappeared.

All of them were replaced by sinister and vicious expressions.

The horror wasn't limited to this. Hundreds of thousands of people, like zombies, began to gather around them. Some of these people were stiff, while others were as agile as monkeys.

He has quickly climbed up to stop Du Fang.

Du Fang looked determined as he looked at the green spiritual flower in the palm of the Buddha's hand. He firmly believed that this thing was the key to breaking the illusion of the Buddha's kingdom.

Suddenly, his feet shook and he almost fell down. He didn't know when, but the huge golden Buddha suddenly stood up.

At the same time, someone grabbed his ankle. Du Fang looked down and saw a farmer in plain clothes with bloodshot eyes and bared teeth.

Biting his instep hard.

Du Fang did not hold back and chopped off his head with a sword.

When he looked up and saw the Buddha's eyes, he was suddenly stunned. Countless blood-red lights emerged from the Baihui point on the top of the Buddha's head. These red lights were like the sun's rays, illuminating the entire Buddha's kingdom.

All the people and monks in the Buddhist kingdom were infected by this blood energy and began to climb up desperately.

Chang Qingzi was agile and kept moving around the Buddha's feet, helping Du Fang to clear the people who were climbing up from this side.

But there are too many people like this, and it is impossible to kill them all.

From the other side, people kept climbing up. These people seemed to have their minds controlled and had lost the ability to think. They were all enveloped by the blood energy of the nearby Buddha.

Du Fang struck with sword after sword, but he was a little soft-hearted.

I watched as the Buddha started to walk, raising his hands high, and the green fairy was lifted above his head.

Du Fang shouted angrily at Chang Qingzi who was still fighting below, "That's the Fairy Flower. We must get it. If we can't get it, we will both die here!"

He was standing high enough to see clearly that the direction the Buddha's golden body was heading towards was into an abyss. The abyss had been invisible from the top of the mountain before. As soon as the Buddha moved, streams began to flow from the eighteen lotus peaks standing around him.

The stream is yellow in color and flows continuously into the abyss below.

And the direction the Buddha was heading was exactly this dark abyss.

Chang Qingzi's body movements were extremely agile, and he climbed up in just a few moves. Although there was a great Dao suppressing him here, he was able to take the 'Li Shuang' sword from Du Fang's hand.

The whole person's temperament seemed to have changed. There was a dazzling light and sword energy everywhere. Countless people who rushed forward had their limbs broken and fell down screaming.

The two climbed all the way up and reached the Buddha's shoulders.

"You go up and get the fairy flower, I'll guard it for you here!"

Chang Qingzi looked dignified, having sensed that the situation was out of control. He was less than fifty feet away from the abyss, and beneath his feet and within his sight, there were still dense crowds of people rushing towards him like ants.

If you keep killing like this, you'll die of exhaustion here sooner or later.

Du Fang gritted his teeth and endured the constant echo in his head. The closer he got to the fairy flower, the more intense the pain in his head became.

Three zhang, two zhang, one zhang...

Du Fang finally approached the green fairy.

All the echoes suddenly disappeared, and above the many fairies was the face of a beautiful woman.

This woman's face was almost identical to the evil spirit in his mind.

No, there is still a slight difference.

The woman reflected in the cyan fairy petals had a cyan-red mole on the tip of her nose. Her complexion was much softer than the evil spirit in his mind.

Suddenly, his body swung and he almost fell down.

When he looked down, he was almost frightened to death. This Buddha actually jumped into the abyss with their bodies.

At this critical moment when he was thrown out.

Du Fang suddenly pounced forward desperately, hugging the green fairy flower above his head with both hands.

A strange scene appeared. The Buddha disappeared, and all the people disappeared as well.

The screams and howls were suddenly cut off as if by some mysterious force.

In their ears, there is the echo of the silent stream.

Du Fang and Chang Qingzi's bodies fell at the same time. It was a real abyss. Eighteen yellow streams flowed down from above and gathered in the pool below.

Both of their bodies fell into the water at the same time.

The water was yellow and tumbling like a sulfur hot spring. In front of them was a huge stone.

There are three forks on the stone, and in the middle of the forks is a dazzling light curtain.

Inside the light curtain, there was actually a person sleeping, a woman.

Looking at the sleeping face of the woman, Du Fang suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart.