Junior sister, she is fierce and beautiful

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Fu Ling hugged her head whose hair was messed up, and stood a little further away from Master Yin Yue.

"Then wait until Zi Wan's blood is purified, and then ask Sister Demon Girl."

"It seems to be there." After walking for a while, Song Jiaorou, who was at the front, found a bright red flower growing on the barren, gravel-filled land, which was very abrupt.

"Sister Demon Girl is talking about it, right? A flower born from the blood of asters. How can I purify it? Can I just chop it off?" Fuling held the starry night in her hand and was eager to try.

"To cut the grass, we have to get rid of the roots, so we have to cut the roots too." Xing Ye echoed.

"What do you think of the Buddha? The Buddha understands monsters best, how to purify the blood of this ancient demon?" Daoist Yin Yue asked Ji Zhi.

"Let Fuling go. Fuling's body and sword have the Buddha light of a poor monk. Ordinary monsters will be purified when they touch Fuling's sword." Seeing Fuling's enthusiasm, Ji Zhi encouraged Fuling to try.

"I'm only worried that there are strange things around this flower. Since this flower is made of aster's blood, it can catalyze monsters, and there may be monsters hidden around the flower." Daoist Yinyue stretched out her hand to Fuling as she spoke. , "Fu Ling, come here. I'll go there with you."

Fu Ling did not refuse the kindness of Master Yinyue, and obediently put his hand into Master Yinyue's.

She is actually the one with the lowest cultivation level among the four, but whether it is Ji Zhi or Yin Yue, they all take care of her.The kindness of the elders can be accepted well, but it is not beautiful to refuse.

"Junior Sister Fuling, Immortal Yinyue, wait a moment." Song Jiaorou called Yinyue and Fuling to stop, she squatted down on the spot, and quickly set up a magic circle.

"This defensive formation can cover the vicinity of Hua. If the two of you are really in danger, immediately take a step to the right, and the formation will trigger and block several attacks for you," Song Jiaorou said.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Song." Fu Ling smiled at Song Jiaorou, and Senior Sister Song also had a heart.

Fuling held the hand of Yinyue Daoist on the left and Xingye on the right, and walked to the side of the flower.

The two hadn't stopped walking, and Fu Ling hadn't had time to swing the sword, the ground suddenly shook, the soil and gravel sank with a clatter, revealing a large area of ​​monsters that filled the ground.

"Be careful!" Master Yinyue immediately took Fuling and took a step to the right, and a golden light immediately rose around the two of them, blocking the first wave of monsters for them.

"It stinks!" Song Jiaorou, who was standing outside, could smell the rancid smell from the monsters inside, and said disgustedly.

"Fuling, Immortal Yinyue, these poor monks will deal with these monsters. I also ask you two to cut off that flower first." While Ji Zhi was speaking, a layer of Buddha's light was already covering his body.

Immortal Yinyue took out his Jiaoweiqin, and the sound of the piano soon flowed out from his fingertips, and the monsters below could no longer get close to the two of them.

"Fu Ling, feel free to deal with that flower, you don't have to be afraid with the sound of my zither." Immortal Yin Yue let go of Fu Ling's hand, signaling Fu Ling to draw his sword.

"Okay!" Poria immediately flew up and down, cut off the flower stem with a sword, and the blood-red flower fell into the pile of monsters below.

But before Poria breathed a sigh of relief, a new flower bloomed quickly on the cut flower stem.

"It grows so fast!" Fu Ling chopped again.

I have cut it down several times, but there is no fruit. I don't know where the flower stem has absorbed the nutrients, so it can bloom continuously like this.

"The power contained in the blood of the ancient great demon should not be underestimated. It would be endless to cut it down like this. It can only destroy its roots." Xingye reminded.

Fuling split the rhizome of the flower as she said, and left many cracks on the rhizome, but the root was still rooted in the soil, and the flower showed no sign of withering at all, as if the cracks left by her sword had no effect .

"I have the Buddha light of Jizhi, and an indestructible sword like Xingye, how can I not destroy it?" Fu Ling asked Xingye: "It must be my cultivation that has dragged you down. If Jizhi did it himself, he would surely be able to destroy it." The flowers are completely purified."

"If Poria has the cultivation level of Buddha's son, it is indeed enough to cut off this magic flower with a sword. But look at Fuling, it is just a flower that will not move when it falls in place. It does not have the cultivation level of Buddha's son. Because, Fuling must have a way to split it. Don't worry, Yinyue Daoist and Fozi can deal with the monsters below, you have time to think slowly." Xingye's voice was as gentle as running water, calming Fuling a little Restless heart.

"Xingye, let's try one last time. There are still people fighting monsters outside, I still want to get rid of this flower quickly. If you still can't cut it this time, call Jizhi in." Holding the Xingye tightly in his hand, he took a deep breath.

Think about what your sword looks like when it is at its sharpest.

The sword that defeated Yu Yanwu belonged to her sword intent, although since that time, she has never been able to use her own sword intent again.

But thinking that the flower in front of her has bred hundreds of thousands of monsters, her fellow disciples are still fighting bloody battles in the Yuntian Secret Territory, trapping thousands of monks in the Yuntian Secret Territory, depriving them of their supposedly bright future.

Zi Qing, who gave all her longevity, beauty and white hair, the graves of Bi Shuitian's young disciples, Senior Sister Meng who hugged the graves and closed her eyes, and those monks who lived in the mountains and regarded the three of them as saviors...

She felt that she could wield her sword intent again.

Just because of a drop of blood, because of this small flower, countless creatures have lost their vitality.

Fu Ling couldn't help but looked up at the dim sky in the secret realm of Yuntian at this time, she would not have the opportunity to see the original appearance of this place, the place where the elder brother realized the sword intent was gone, and the outside of the palace was once lush and green The countless appearances of Qizhen are gone, and everything is gone.

"Without this flower, whether it is the monks buried here or this secret realm of Yuntian, they can sleep peacefully. Xingye, do you think so?"

"Yes. Fuling, let's go." Xingye said softly.

When the starry night was waved down by Fu Ling, there was no sound, and the sky and the earth were silent.

But when Fu Ling's sword touched the flower root, everything in this small world seemed to respond to her.

Whether it's the gray-black occluded sky, or every inch of barren soil, whether it's the dust in the air or every piece of gravel in the palace.

Fu Ling felt the power suddenly rushing from all directions, and she understood it in her heart.

This is Yuntian Secret Realm desperately helping her. The Yuntian Secret Realm has been occupied by monsters for seven years and wants to draw an end to all this.

The rhizome of the flower was cut inch by inch by the blade, and was finally cut off completely, and then turned into dark red dust and scattered on the ground.

　Thank you for kissing Han Xinxin, Lu Qing, and Shi Qiacridine H for a gift~

　　

　

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