natural fairy species

Chapter 281 Who Pity Me Weak and Lonely

The moonlight shines through the sun, chasing the wind and electricity.

Bai Zichen's face was ashen, and he took the siblings Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu with him, and headed straight for Hanxiu Peak.

This extreme flight, which threw off the sound of the sonic boom, caused the two qi refining juniors to pass out directly.

If he hadn't paid attention to taking care of it with real energy, it would definitely cause serious damage to his body.

More than 3000 miles away, it took less than half an hour to arrive.

When the sword light fell on Hanxiu Peak, funeral banners had been hung on both sides of the mountain path, and many tribesmen were running in a hurry.

When they saw the visitor, they knelt down and praised the 'Old Ancestor' one after another.

The Bai family has become more and more prosperous these years, and if they go outside to reveal their identities, any monks will look at them high if they know that they are from the Mozhu Bai family.

Every clansman knew why this came here. Even if they hadn't seen it before, the portrait hanging high in the hall made them very familiar with the most outstanding monk in the history of the family.

"Take care of their siblings!"

Bai Zichen's figure flickered, and he had already arrived at the gate of the family hall. Looking at the elegiac couplets drawn up on both sides and the funeral sheds set up, he was a little timid.

"Old Ancestor, you are here so soon..."

A timid voice came from behind, waking him up, and strode into the hall.

Hundreds of clansmen reunited in the main hall, buzzing and buzzing. There was a coffin in the center, and a few people knelt down to get close to the younger generation, wearing mourning clothes.

As soon as Bai Zichen appeared, the whole hall suddenly fell silent, even a fine needle could be heard clearly, only a few sobs from children could be heard.

Immediately, bursts of hoarse crying broke out, and a group of people fell to their knees in front of the coffin.

There were also monks who were crying and crying because they were too sad and passed out.

"Renren, Jiu Anyu suddenly fell into a coma yesterday...the medicine stone was ineffective, and passed away in a deep sleep without any pain."

Among the members of the Bai family, only Bai Xianzhong, as the patriarch or the elder of Bai Zhenren, dared to stand up and say a few words at this time.

The status of other clansmen is too far behind.

The real person who formed the alchemy from his family really appeared in front of his eyes, but his heart was beating wildly, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

According to Bai's practice, only the patriarch and the foundation-building monks can put the body in the family hall after death, for the clan to pay respects and worship for seven days before burial.

Based on his own contribution, Bai Jiu'an is definitely not qualified to enjoy such posthumous honors.

But he has a good nephew, who was introduced to the fairyland with his own hands, raised with care, and cared for by his dearest nephew.

In these years, the Patriarch Bai of the Qingfeng Sect suddenly took great care of his family, took his family to Tianlei Cliff, and often gave him cultivation resources.

According to Bai Xianzhong's understanding, it was Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu who were admitted to the Qingfeng sect, in order to prevent them from being alone in the sect.

Not to mention letting Bai Jiuan enjoy the attitude of the Dingling family hall, even if he wanted his position as the patriarch before he was alive.

Bai Xianzhong would not have any hesitation, and handed it over immediately.

After hearing this, Bai Zichen's eyes went dark, and he walked towards the coffin full of desolation, looking at the old man lying on it.

The skin was loose, and there were brown spots on the face, and he fell asleep forever with a smile on his face.

Even if he bought the life-prolonging elixir and practiced the first level of the Rage God Stealing the Sun Technique, after Bai Jiuan lived to more than 120 years old, he finally came to the end of his life.

In the prime of life, in order to accumulate family contributions, he overcame obstacles and worked hard.

Later, starting from the development of the Five Sacred Mountains Temple, he was rewarded by the family's elixir, and his cultivation base was improved step by step.

It may be because he worked too hard when he was young and overdrawn his vitality, so even though he enjoyed the wealth and honor for the rest of his life, he still failed to live to the theoretical upper limit of his lifespan.

'You are Zichen?The aptitude of the three spirit roots is not bad... Tomorrow, follow me back to the land of the clan, and become an immortal cultivator to seek the road to longevity. '

"Chen'er, your aptitude is far superior to mine. In the future, uncle will accumulate more contributions from the family. With the strength of the two of us, we can exchange for a foundation-building spiritual item. Maybe you will be able to successfully build the foundation in one fell swoop!" '

"The Qingfeng sect is no better than the clan, the competition is fierce, and everyone in the clan is a genius... Chen'er, after you go, don't be impatient, even if you fall behind for a while, uncle, I believe you can catch up later!" '

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Bits of the past came to mind, Bai Zichen was so sad that he knelt down in front of the coffin.

Ancestor Jiedan knelt down, no one in the hall dared to stand, they all knelt down in unison.

"My uncle, Zichen is late..."

Birth and old parting are also unavoidable for monks.

Even if he was a true alchemy master, Bai Zichen couldn't greatly prolong the lifespan of a Qi Refining cultivator.

The death of his uncle Bai Jiu'an made him feel sad, and he suddenly felt that the distance between Han Xiufeng and himself had been greatly distanced.

"From now on, who will pity me for being weak and lonely..."

Bai Zichen kowtowed heavily, his voice was like weeping blood.

No matter in the sect or within the clan, countless monks looked up to him and dared not disobey the slightest, as if they were God's will.

But there will never be any people who really care about him from the heart regardless of any external reasons, or treat him as a teenager, and worry that he is weak and lonely.

Take off the road crown, easy to wear.

Bai Zichen changed into a white sackcloth, and knelt in front of the coffin without moving. The rest of the spirit guards changed into two batches.

For six whole days, he didn't say a word, he didn't move an inch, like a silent statue.

"Really, tomorrow is the time to be buried."

As the patriarch, Bai Xianzhong has been extremely busy these days, and he has to check everything himself.

Funeral equipment, selected cemetery, tokens made...

He reckoned that even for his own affairs, he would not spend such meticulous thought on it.

"Is it coming tomorrow?"

Bai Zichen stood up and counted the time silently: "I'm going to get something to add a sacrifice to Uncle."

The sword light soared into the sky, and soon left the Black Mountain Range, crossed several cities and entered Hejian County.

On the way, he randomly caught a demon cultivator and tortured him to find out the location of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Back then, in order to avenge the Ghost Spirit Sect's invasion of Heishan and Yang Patriarch's revenge for his own death, Master Ge Cang blocked the door and forced the Ghost Spirit Sect monks to hide in the formation for several months.

Today, Bai Zichen not only wanted to block the door, but also made the Ghost Spirit Gate pay a more painful price.

"Bai Zichen, you dare to break into the range of the Myriad Ghosts and Soul Formation, you really don't know what to do!"

An old voice, showing hatred.

In the entire Liang Guoxiu world, Bai Zichen's name was already well-known.

What's more, for a hostile sect like the Ghost Spirit Sect, countless secret agents stared at it, and they had already studied the several alchemy masters of the Qingfeng Sect clearly.

The ghost mother-in-law flew into the sky, leaning against the formation, but did not dare to go out to fight.

The main reason was that he was worried that there were other immortals of the Qingfeng sect who were ambushing alchemy nearby, and with Bai Zichen's reputation of killing Taoist He with his sword, he was always a little scared.

"No guts!"

Bai Zichen's grief and indignation were inexplicable, and just as he was about to vent his depression, the sword light swayed and the sound of the explosion continued.

This ten thousand ghosts and fierce soul array mainly gathers the power of the nine-headed third-level ghost king. After thousands of years of collecting souls, millions of ghosts have been raised in the array.

Once it is completely released, it will become a ghost for hundreds of miles.

Nine-headed third-tier ghost kings now have serious restrictions on their dispatching distance. Facing the stormy sword light bombardment, only one ghost king can defeat the beaten ones.

"Boy, I really thought of myself as Ge Cang, and came to my house to block the door at every turn... Today I want you to break here, and let the Qingfengmen lose a wing!"

The ghost mother-in-law watched the Peach Blossom Fairy approaching quickly, laughed twice, and felt confident again.

Within the range of the Myriad Ghosts and Fierce Soul Formation, the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect will be greatly strengthened, and they can fight against the middle stage of alchemy in the early stage of alchemy.

With the help of a large array to search the surrounding area, there is only one monk, and there is no trace of other real people who have formed alchemy, and their confidence has greatly increased.

After Bai Zichen formed the alchemy, he was blown into the sky by everyone, but his real achievement was only when he faced Taoist He.

In Ghost Spirit Sect, some people even think that Bai Zichen is just the object of Qingfeng Sect's creation of gods.

The fight that day was most likely processed, otherwise there would be so many fighting geniuses in the world of cultivating immortals.

The next moment, streams of pure Yin Qi emerged from the ground, making all the ghost kings crazy and tyrannical, and even lost their restraints, circling several times in the air and hitting the only living creature in the formation.

"Senior sister, have you activated all the ghosts and soul formations?"

Peach Blossom Fairy was slightly taken aback, and kept pressing the jade in her hand into the array.

"Once the formation is activated, it will turn into ghosts within a hundred miles, and there will be no chance of reversal...and we must continue to invest in high-grade spirit stones, otherwise the third-level ghost king will even devour the master. We didn't even use it when Ge Cang came last time. Why bother?" Pay that price."

"Just stick to the door and wait for him to retreat on his own..."

"It was precisely when I met Bai Zichen that I activated the formation, thinking that I would be able to complete all my achievements in one battle. With Ge Cang's strength, could it be that he couldn't escape the full force of the myriad ghosts and fierce spirit formation...Only this kind of brat, Thinking that the strength has already gone to the sky, I will not put my own formation in my eyes."

The ghost mother-in-law showed a fierce look, looking at the third-level ghost king who was still merging with the sky and screaming, her mood has been relieved a lot after being depressed all these years.

"Since the senior sister has made such a decision, the junior sister will definitely help."

Peach Blossom Fairy made a simple move, and the miasma formed a barrier, separating Bai Zichen inside.

"Why is the white bone real person not here... The sacrifice for the uncle is a little ugly!"

Seeing the third-tier ghost kings pounced around him, and the two alchemy cultivators of the ghost gate who came out of the mountain gate full of confidence, and felt that there was still power in the formation together, and it was impossible to lose.

Bai Zichen let out a long howl, full of loneliness, sorrow and anger, Yuehua Jianguang directly scattered the peach blossom and five poisonous miasma, and was smashed to pieces.

The moonlight exploded, and a smear of moonlight and sword light accompanied by the star power of the lunar star swept the audience, freezing the soul.

Previously, he deliberately hid his clumsiness, but he did not expect to seduce the ghost mother-in-law and Peach Blossom Fairy so easily.

It can only be said that the young enough age still makes him attractive.

In addition, he restrained his breath, and only maintained the cultivation base of the early stage of alchemy.

The bright moon fell to the ground, and the ghost mother-in-law and Peach Blossom Fairy were shocked by the concentrated lunar star power at the same time, and they were stunned in place.

Peach Blossom Fairy reacted a little faster, and before her soul was frozen, she crazily threw defensive secrets outwards, trying to escape the catastrophe.

The body and the sword are combined, and the light of a sword directly cuts through the sky.

As if from the nine heavens, a sword fell from the Lunar Star, and the several defensive magic weapons in front of the ghost mother-in-law were all shattered, leaving only the dragon-headed crutch in her hand, which was soaked in a big mouthful of blood, and turned into a horned dragon trying to block the moonlight with a flashing red light.

(End of this chapter)