Cultivation of Immortality

The originally shiny and shiny Phoenix Ling Hairpin has lost its luster now, and a layer of dust seems to be attached to the surface. You can faintly see the rapid light flashing inside. Zhixia felt Fengling's pain and turned away sadly, unable to bear to look at it.

Xunyi first took a close look at his senior sister's second soul, and after confirming that it had not been infected again, he squatted in front of the Phoenix Spirit Hairpin and activated the wind dragon.

Zhixia sent a difficult spiritual thought to him and said, "Be sure to be gentle. Fenglong moves too fast. Fengling may not be able to bear it. The most important thing is that you be careful."

"Yeah." If you come into contact with Fengling, you have to let Fengling come out.”

Zhixia glanced at the village and urged Fengling out. Not only was she at risk of being infected by the "soul-eating poison" again, but she also had to obscure the sight and hearing of these mortals. While she was hesitating, Xunyi had already wrapped Fengling in a whirlwind. The hairpin flew deep into the mountains.

Zhixia hurriedly caught up and said, "Let me hold it."

Xun Yihun said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter whoever holds it. I feel that this thing is similar to the immortal louse. Once it invades the soul body, it won't run away easily. My spell can frighten the yin-deficient things. This way Fengling can feel better."

Zhixia heard the words and stopped fighting with him. The two of them flew hundreds of miles and landed at the foot of a mountain. After placing the Feng Ling hairpin on the ground, Zhixia, under Xunyi's urging, became more cautious and moved out of Feng Ling. spirit.

In the flash of white light, Zhixia shouted "No!" She originally wanted Fengling to come out slowly, but as soon as Fengling was released, she realized that she had lost control of Fengling.

Xunyi only saw a flash of white light, and a mountain peak a thousand feet away was cut into half. Then he saw a ray of light flickering three or four hundred feet away, which was so piercing that he dared not look directly. He didn't know yet. Those streaks of light were caused by the fight between Zhixia and Fengling. Fengling, who was tortured extremely violently, went crazy as soon as she was released. After hitting the mountain, she turned around and came straight towards the two of them. Zhixia had to use magic to fight with her. Confrontation, knowing that this would cause damage to Fengling, but in order to protect Xun Yi, he didn't care.

Xunyi felt that only a few breaths had passed, and the dazzling light no longer appeared. At this time, Fengling had rushed less than a hundred feet away from them, and its body had shrunk to the size of a chaffinch. It was tumbling uncontrollably. , and finally fell to the ground.

When the two rushed over, they saw that Fengling was still rolling on the ground. A pair of eyes that should have been shining with a faint blue soul-catching light turned into gray-white at this moment. will all dissipate.

Zhixia's eyes were red and she said, "Its own spiritual power has been exhausted. If I don't urge it, it won't be able to hurt you. See if you can save it."

Xunyi knew that the senior sister was extremely sad, so without saying a word, he squatted down next to Fengling and released the wind dragon. As soon as the wind dragon swam close to Fengling, Fengling, who was writhing in pain, calmed down and became motionless. Let the wind dragon as thin as hair roam around your body.

Zhixia couldn't help but be secretly happy when she saw this, but in the blink of an eye, she saw Xunyi's face was extremely ugly, and she was shocked and asked, "How are you?"

Xun Yi suppressed the annoyance in his heart and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little nauseous. There are at least hundreds of bright lines in Fengling's body. No wonder it goes crazy."

Zhixia's heart tightened and she asked, "Can the wind dragon be dealt with? Don't force it.

"

Xunyi waved his hand to her and concentrated on controlling the wind dragon to devour those bright threads. After a while, he stood up and exhaled as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Okay?" Zhixia asked nervously.

Xunyi shook his head and said, "It's not over yet. The wind dragon seems to know what to do and can devour those things on its own. Looking at those dense bright lines, I feel really sick and have to take a breath."

Zhixia Dawei sighed and said, "Your magic is so unusual. I'm afraid it's a kind of magic, right?"

Xunyi shook his head noncommittally, "Who knows, I'm confused myself." He didn't want to say more about Fenglong, and instead said, "Senior sister, if this kind of bright thread is as harmful as the immortal louse If you were hit by so many, I'm afraid you would go crazy if you couldn't escape very far. Moreover, I just saw that there was still a bright light on the top of the Buddha statue, indicating that only part of Fengling was contaminated. If all the poison were applied to it, You can imagine the consequences."

Zhixia nodded slowly, feeling a chill in her heart.

After a cup of tea, Fengling's gray eyes gradually began to turn blue. Zhixia said happily, "I can feel that it is no longer so uncomfortable."

Xunyi checked the situation inside Fengling's body through the wind dragon's perception, and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There are only about twenty bright lines left. Let it eat it by itself much faster than me controlling it." Just after he finished speaking, The wind dragon had returned to his fingertips, "Okay, it's all gone. We can take the Fengling back."

Zhixia couldn't help but stretched out her hand, and the weak Feng Ling instantly turned into a hosta and returned to her hand.

Xunyi said with a bitter face, "Senior sister, even if the light above the statue's head disappears in a few days, don't go in, okay? It's okay to pull out these things, but it looks disgusting."

Zhixia put away the Feng Ling Hairpin and took out the sword that Shi Cocoon used as a bet. Looking at the sword, her eyes were a little sad.

Seeing her expression, Xun Yi hurriedly whispered, "It's okay if you want to enter the ancestral hall. Feng Long already knows what to do anyway, I just need to guide you."

Zhixia gently shook her head at him with a faint smile on her face, touched the back of the sword with her fingers, let go of the sword, and under the control of her spiritual power, the sword pointed downwards and slowly penetrated. Sinking into the rocks, she gazed affectionately at the sword sinking deeper and deeper, as if she was watching a friend leave. Until the sword penetrated thousands of feet into the ground to the point where she could no longer use her spiritual power. Where it sinks.

"This is the sword used by my Taoist companion." She was still looking at the ground, her tone as erratic as from a distant time.

A trace of confusion flashed in Xunyi's eyes. He didn't say anything, but looked at his senior sister quietly. When he saw the statue, he guessed that this person and his senior sister probably had a deep emotional entanglement, but he didn't. I dare to think that this person could be Senior Sister's Taoist companion. If this person is Senior Sister's Taoist companion, why would he be regarded as a god by a small mortal village? The sword that Shi Yuzi brought should have been taken from the hand of the statue. According to this calculation, it seems that the senior sister later separated from the Taoist companion, so that she did not even know its final whereabouts. Only then did she agree to the sword as soon as she saw it. Bet.

What puzzled Xunyi the most was that it seemed that his senior sister had deep feelings for this Taoist monk, and Zixiao Palace had been a powerful force in Puyunzhou ten thousand years ago, so what force separated the two of them. The originally shiny and shiny Phoenix Ling Hairpin has lost its luster now, as if there is a layer of dust attached to the surface, and you can faintly see the rapid light flashing inside. Zhixia felt Fengling's pain and turned away sadly, unable to bear to look at it.

Xunyi first took a close look at his senior sister's second soul, and after confirming that it had not been infected again, he squatted in front of the Phoenix Spirit Hairpin and activated the wind dragon.

Zhixia sent a difficult spiritual thought to him and said, "Be sure to be gentle. Fenglong moves too fast. Fengling may not be able to bear it. The most important thing is that you be careful."

"Yeah." If you come into contact with Fengling, you have to let Fengling come out."

Zhixia glanced at the village and urged Fengling out. Not only was she at risk of being infected by the "soul-eating poison" again, but she also had to obscure the sight and hearing of these mortals. While she was hesitating, Xunyi had already wrapped Fengling in a whirlwind. The hairpin flew deep into the mountains.

Zhixia hurriedly caught up and said, "Let me hold it."

Xun Yihun said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter whoever holds it. I feel that this thing is similar to the immortal louse. Once it invades the soul body, it won't run away easily. My spell can frighten the yin-deficient things. This way Fengling can feel better."

Zhixia heard the words and stopped fighting with him. The two of them flew hundreds of miles and landed at the foot of a mountain. After placing the Feng Ling hairpin on the ground, Zhixia, under Xunyi's urging, became more cautious and moved out of Feng Ling. spirit.

In the flash of white light, Zhixia shouted "No!" She originally wanted Fengling to come out slowly, but as soon as Fengling was released, she realized that she had lost control of Fengling.

Xunyi only saw a flash of white light, and a mountain peak a thousand feet away was cut into half. Then he saw a ray of light flickering three or four hundred feet away, which was so piercing that he dared not look directly. He didn't know yet. Those streaks of light were caused by the fight between Zhixia and Fengling. Fengling, who was tortured extremely violently, went crazy as soon as she was released. After hitting the mountain, she turned around and came straight towards the two of them. Zhixia had to use magic to fight with her. Confrontation, knowing that this would cause damage to Fengling, but in order to protect Xun Yi, he didn't care.

Xunyi felt that only a few breaths had passed, and the dazzling light no longer appeared. At this time, Fengling had rushed less than a hundred feet away from them, and its body had shrunk to the size of a chaffinch. It was tumbling uncontrollably. , and finally fell to the ground.

When the two rushed over, they saw that Fengling was still rolling on the ground. A pair of eyes that should have been shining with a faint blue soul-catching light turned into gray-white at this moment. will all dissipate.

Zhixia's eyes were red and she said, "Its own spiritual power has been exhausted. If I don't urge it, it won't be able to hurt you. See if you can save it."

Xunyi knew that the senior sister was extremely sad, so without saying a word, he squatted down next to Fengling and released the wind dragon. As soon as the wind dragon swam close to Fengling, Fengling, who was writhing in pain, calmed down and became motionless. Let the wind dragon as thin as hair roam around your body.

Zhixia couldn't help but be secretly happy when she saw this, but in the blink of an eye, she saw that Xunyi's face was extremely ugly, and she was shocked and asked, "How are you?"

Xun Yi suppressed the annoyance in his heart and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little nauseous. There are at least hundreds of bright lines in Fengling's body. No wonder it goes crazy."

Zhixia's heart tightened and she asked, "Can the wind dragon be dealt with? Don't force it.

"

Xunyi waved his hand to her and concentrated on controlling the wind dragon to devour those bright threads. After a while, he stood up and exhaled as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Okay?" Zhixia asked nervously.

Xunyi shook his head and said, "It's not over yet. The wind dragon seems to know what to do and can devour those things on its own. Looking at those dense bright lines, I feel really sick and have to take a breath."

Zhixia Dawei sighed and said, "Your magic is so unusual. I'm afraid it's a kind of magic, right?"

Xunyi shook his head noncommittally, "Who knows, I'm confused myself." He didn't want to say more about Fenglong, and instead said, "Senior sister, if this kind of bright thread is as harmful as the immortal louse If you were hit by so many, I'm afraid you would go crazy if you couldn't escape very far. Moreover, I just saw that there was still a bright light on the top of the Buddha statue, indicating that only part of Fengling was contaminated. If all the poison were applied to it, You can imagine the consequences."

Zhixia nodded slowly, feeling a chill in her heart.

After a cup of tea, Fengling's gray eyes gradually began to turn blue. Zhixia said happily, "I can feel that it is no longer so uncomfortable."

Xunyi checked the situation inside Fengling's body through the wind dragon's perception, and breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There are only about twenty bright lines left. Let it eat it by itself much faster than me controlling it." Just after he finished speaking, The wind dragon had returned to his fingertips, "Okay, it's all gone. We can take the Fengling back."

Zhixia couldn't help but stretched out her hand, and the weak Feng Ling instantly turned into a hosta and returned to her hand.

Xunyi said with a bitter face, "Senior sister, even if the light above the statue's head disappears in a few days, don't go in, okay? It's okay to pull out these things, but it looks disgusting."

Zhixia put away the Feng Ling Hairpin and took out the sword that Shi Cocoon used as a bet. Looking at the sword, her eyes were a little sad.

Seeing her expression, Xun Yi hurriedly whispered, "It's okay if you want to enter the ancestral hall. Feng Long already knows what to do anyway, I just need to guide you."

Zhixia gently shook her head at him with a faint smile on her face, touched the back of the sword with her fingers, let go of the sword, and under the control of her spiritual power, the sword pointed downwards and slowly penetrated. Sinking into the rocks, she gazed affectionately at the sword sinking deeper and deeper, as if she was watching a friend leave. Until the sword penetrated thousands of feet into the ground to the point where she could no longer use her spiritual power. Where it sinks.

"This is the sword used by my Taoist companion." She was still looking at the ground, her tone as erratic as from a distant time.

A trace of confusion flashed in Xunyi's eyes. He didn't say anything, but looked at his senior sister quietly. When he saw the statue, he guessed that this person and his senior sister probably had a deep emotional entanglement, but he didn't. I dare to think that this person could be Senior Sister's Taoist companion. If this person is Senior Sister's Taoist companion, why would he be regarded as a god by a small mortal village? The sword that Shi Yuzi brought should have been taken from the hand of the statue. According to this calculation, it seems that the senior sister later separated from the Taoist companion, so that she did not even know its final whereabouts. Only then did she agree to the sword as soon as she saw it. Bet.

What puzzled Xunyi the most was that it seemed that his senior sister had deep feelings for this Taoist monk, and Zixiao Palace had been a powerful force in Puyunzhou ten thousand years ago, so what force separated the two of them.