Natural fairy species

"The ancestor of the Shen family once practiced in the Holy Lotus Sect, and was married to several major commanders in Zhongzhou for generations, forming a large network of relationships. In the past, the Holy Lotus Sect had to take into account the face of the upper sect and not push too hard, lest the forces below would become alienated. .”

Hong Xuan rolled his eyes and spoke again.

"The real person can change the direction slightly and solve the crisis in Sanchuan County later, leaving the Shen family to fend for themselves. Then he can take possession of the valley where the Xuanbing Fenfeng Fruit is condensed."

"This move will not only damage the reputation of the Shangzong, but also win the hearts of the monks in Sanchuan County in the name of avenging the Shen family. His family has been entrenched in the county for thousands of years, has many branches, and has a wide range of virtues."

"Master ordered me to quickly annihilate the Jie Xiu and restore peace to Zhongzhou... If I follow this plan, it will look like I am taking advantage of the tiger, but I will not be able to pass the test in my heart."

Ma Ruoxi looked solemn, held the Ziwei Thunder Sword in front of her, and respectfully paid homage.

When she drew the sword, her consciousness followed the sword, and her mind merged with the thunder, and she felt the pleasure of the realm crushing from a high position.

It would be difficult for her to defeat the three pill-forming tribulation cultivators alone.

There is a high probability that he can only defeat one person with all his methods, but he does not have the ability to kill the other person.

These calamity cultivators have gone through hundreds of battles and have extremely rich experience in fighting. Each of them has a skill or two to save his life.

The power contained in the thunder light is not very strong, far from the upper limit of the pill formation level, but it is extremely fast.

The thunder roars and comes first, which is a wonderful change.

The three of them used all their defense methods, but they were all helpless in front of the thunder sword.

From an incredible angle, he found flaws in the spiritual light, penetrated the personal magic, and took lives in their astonished eyes.

Through this opportunity to wield a sword, Ma Ruoxi got a glimpse of the highest realm of swordsmanship.

Even if it's just the fur, it feels like a mountain is standing tall.

In the past, I only knew that Master's swordsmanship was unpredictable, but I didn't have a clear idea of ​​how powerful it was.

After borrowing the sword and using it, I realized that the difference between cloud and mud was far from enough to describe the difference between the two.

She had a feeling that as long as she could continue to hold the Ziwei Thunder Sword and use it a few more times, she would have a chance to master the next level.

"Don't be hidden, don't show the subtle... Our sect's Taoist sect is authentic, immortal Taoism, the two ancestors are both high-minded people, with the world's common people in mind, how can being a disciple ruin your reputation? Such practices, If you can deceive others, can you deceive yourself?"

Ma Ruoxi seemed to be answering Hong Xuan, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

"For a body-tempering spiritual fruit, I can't sit back and watch millions of people fall into the flames of war. I can't feel at ease. There are some differences between our sect and the Holy Lotus sect. How can I have the face to rule the twelve counties of Zhongzhou."

"It was my lack of consideration that almost ruined the situation."

Hong Xuancheng was frightened, stood up and bowed to the ground, disapproving from the bottom of his heart.

The world of immortal cultivation has always respected the strong, and a group of Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators who were notorious and full of evil still had a large number of followers.

No matter how noble you are, if you don't have enough strength to protect you, you will just be a paper window grille that will break with a poke.

But now that Qingfeng Sect is in the ascendant, everything they say makes sense, but he flatters the horse's legs and becomes a villain in vain.

"It has nothing to do with you. Fellow Taoist Hong has been acting in the interests of our sect, and his heart is commendable."

Ma Ruoxi's expression was complicated, and her eyes gradually turned firm.

"I am at the critical moment of my breakthrough in swordsmanship. I need to keep my sword heart pure and untainted by dust. I am not sure whether this decision is truly out of my heart and wants to save the people from the fire or water. Or is it just for my own personal conduct? Is it selfish?"

The voice gradually became lower and fell into silence.

Ten days later, Qingfeng's army and the largest team of robbery cultivators in Sanchuan County started a battle outside the Shen clan.

Ma Ruoxi faced off against the famous Four-faced Monk from the Northern Yuan Dynasty who was a cultivator of calamity. He was a traitor to the Faxiang Sect due to his late-stage cultivation.

Because he failed to pass the assessment of his character and was deprived of the resources to transform into an infant, he rebelled against the sect and became a tribulation cultivator.

So far, he has not been killed by the Faxiang Sect. It is said that the Wusheng Sect is behind him.

The rumors are true and false, but the strength of the Four-faced Monk is genuine, and he can basically be regarded as the pinnacle of the Tribulation Cultivator.

Further up, Nascent Soul-level tribulation cultivators rarely appear. At most, they make occasional guest appearances, and it is impossible for them to be like this.

Just like Zhuo Xiong, there is also a layer of Pojun Xingjun's identity in the dark to complete some things that are difficult to do on the surface.

Ma Ruoxi fought hard with the Four-faced Monk and was surrounded by dangers. She almost fell into despair several times.

In the end, he found inspiration in the world of life and death, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, and he successfully broke through to refine the sword into silk.

The Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword was called upon again, and the tangled thunder sword wire suddenly exploded, cutting into pieces the evil black light Buddhist treasure offered by the four-faced monk, and a hole was opened in his forehead.

The four-faced monk died with his eyes closed. The Vajra Dharma body he practiced hard since childhood failed to have any effect. Molten gold liquid slowly dripped down from the edge of the sword hole.

After this battle, there was an uproar, and the external calamity cultivators basically chose to flee.

Anyway, I have grabbed enough over the years, but there is a big fight in Zhongzhou. It is obviously not easy to hang out in the future, so I might as well go back to my hometown.

Only those tribulation cultivators transformed from local sect monks are rooted here, and they have nowhere to go even if they want to leave.

They are still working together secretly, trying to unite and jointly resist the Qingfeng Sect.

Of course, they did not dare to hope that they could fight against the Yuanying Sect. Their intention was that the Qingfeng Sect would govern Zhongzhou, and the help of local forces was indispensable.

Even the original Holy Lotus Sect, due to manpower constraints, would delegate some of its authority to each county, which is why there were so many branches and immortal cultivating families founded by retired elders.

The number of disciples that Qingfeng Sect can mobilize to control Qishan and the two closest counties is already the limit.

Forcibly bringing all twelve counties under his command would only lead to frequent mistakes.

How many disciples can Qingfeng Sect arrange in each county, one hundred or one thousand.

There are tens of thousands of monks in any county, or even more.

Even if there are a thousand disciples scattered in various mineral veins, spiritual lands, lakes, medicine gardens, etc., they will not be able to achieve much control.

With this idea in mind, the local Jie Xiu tried to make peace with the Qingfeng Sect.

They recognized the status of Qingfeng Sect as the sect and paid tribute of resources as usual, but the governance rights of each county were still in their hands.

Unfortunately, several successive waves of private communication were rejected with righteous words, and there was no possibility of any peace talks.

All calamity cultivators must tie their hands and wait for the trial of the Qingfeng Sect to decide whether to die or undergo torture to atone for their sins. This is the will of Lord Bai.

Leaving Qi Yue and Lu Song in Sanchuan County to reestablish order, Ma Ruoxi went on the road alone, moving forward with sword in hand.

In three months, he traveled around the remaining ten counties and singled out the famous Jie cultivators.

He came to the door to challenge, drew swords along the way, and even went to the back where the local robbery cultivator hid in the sect, trying to avoid disaster with the help of formations.

Ma Ruoxi directly attacked the mountain gate with one sword and one person. She was invincible and no one in her way could be her enemy.

More than five Danjie Tribulation cultivators died in her hands, and there were dozens of cultivators on the way down.

In just a few months, the name has spread throughout the Liang Kingdom, and everyone knows that the Qingfeng Sect has a female cultivator, and she is the disciple of Bai Zhenjun, who is the number one sword cultivator in the Northern Territory.

He has a strong personality, hates evil as much as he hates evil, and is famous for killing Jie Xiu.

This kind of killing method made many robbery cultivator groups unable to support themselves and began to look for a way out.

When Master Zhou Suqing of the Qingfeng Sect led more than ten people in the formation hall to build the foundation, thousands of Qi Refining disciples appeared, and two more robbery cultivators from the counties were completely uprooted and included in the scope of control.

"Every time I draw my sword, I am stepping into the Master's perspective and experiencing his sword-handling situation. The progress I have made in the past few months is more than what I have gained in the past thirty years of practicing swordsmanship."

On the sparkling blue lake, several white cranes were leisurely falling from the sky and swimming in the lake.

Ma Ruoxi stood on a jagged and strange rock in the middle of the lake, with an ugly-looking and short black-robed monk lying behind him.

This man's eyes were wide open and he had nine sword wounds on his body, which was a rare thing for Jie Xiu who died at the hands of Ma Ruoxi.

The Ziwei Thunder Sword always kills with one strike, and there is never any need to use a second sword.

After mastering the realm of refining swords and turning them into silk, Ma Ruoxi was finally able to understand the subtleties of the changes in the lightning, no longer relying solely on feeling like before.

The gap in realm is still as big as the sky, but making swords into silk at least has the qualifications to serve on the table, so he won't even be present when he feeds food to his mouth.

She even felt that if she continued like this, her kendo realm would be able to feed back her cultivation, which would help her break through to the middle stage of pill formation as soon as possible.

The robbery cultivator we were fighting against today was a veteran demon, a nine-child Yin demon who had done evil to the immortal world of Liang Guo hundreds of years ago.

Later, he joined the disciples of the real Blood God, and met Ge Cang, the nemesis of the demonic way, and a shot of Qiantian Yuanyang God's thunder net broke his proud magical power.

After trying his best to escape in embarrassment, there was no movement.

Everyone thought that he had died in the backlash of the magic power. Who would have expected that he would appear in Zhongzhou many years later.

More than two hundred years have passed, and the Nine Sons of Yin Demon has reached the middle stage of pill formation, and at the same time he has re-refined nine naked babies.

It was precisely with this magical power that he died as a naked baby and saved his life under the Ziwei Thunder Sword.

Discovering that his magical power was strange, the lightning of his sword turned directly into eight sword threads, piercing all eight naked babies.

After the stern shouting, boundless resentment rushed into the sky, and nine infant resentful shadows pounced on the Nine Sons of Yin Demon, biting him to death.

Then, the resentment on the nine babies dissipated, revealing an innocent smile, and scattered into dots of light.

"I'm exhausted. The little girl's cultivation level is too low. Every time she consumes a bit of her original energy... I was lying in the box absorbing the Qing Ling Qi. It comes and goes, but it's a huge loss!"

"This disciple is stupid and is dragging down Senior Sword Spirit."

Ma Ruoxi had a look on her face. Her brilliant achievements during these days were all due to Ziwei Thunder Sword.

She only serves as a sword wielder and a close observer.

As a sword cultivator, she knew very well that the flying sword lent by her master exceeded the scope of a fourth-level flying sword in every aspect.

This kind of spirituality, this communication and dialogue ability, this anthropomorphic emotion cannot be achieved by the fourth-level flying sword mentioned in the classics.

And other Nascent Soul sword cultivators, even if they lend their natal flying swords to junior disciples to protect themselves and kill enemies, they can only seal the power of one sword or three or four swords at most.

But Ziwei Thunder Sword followed Ma Ruoxi in the battle in Zhongzhou, and she had already swung the sword more than ten times.

Various signs made her unable to help but guess that the flying sword in front of her that was filled with thunder and lightning was actually a fifth-level flying sword.

In her mind, with her master's talent in swordsmanship, it is not impossible for a fourth-level flying sword to be attracted to him in the foundation stage, and it is not impossible for him to win over a fifth-level flying sword and recognize his master in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Okay, okay, I will use my sword three more times at most, and I will definitely return to my master... Unless you have the best spiritual stone, I will reluctantly stay with you for a while."

The sword body formed by the lightning moves back and forth, showing different forms.

"There are hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones in total, but there is not even one top-grade spiritual stone. Does Senior Sword Spirit need it?"

Ma Ruoxi rummaged through a top-grade storage bag covered in mucus, and finally managed to break through the mark of consciousness left by the Nine Sons Yin Demon on it.

There are not many spiritual stones inside, except for a set of flags and flags, which are filled with spooky bones, souls, and various demonic consumables.

From finger bones as thick as an arm, to a skull with three eyes, to a spine with spines on both sides...

There are all kinds of demonic beast bones, as well as a lot of white bones that look like they come from the same kind, which makes people feel terrified.

As for the souls, there are more than ten Ten Thousand Soul Banners that can only be made by gathering tens of thousands of them.

There are also many bottles and jars, and the wailing and roaring of the souls inside can be heard through the bottles, and there are even slight collision sounds.

This is a powerful soul that the Nine Sons of Yin Demon specially keeps alone.

Ma Ruoxi killed Jie Xiu along the way and gained a lot. These Dan Jie cultivators robbed the wealthy Zhongzhou. They were the leaders of the gang and had the entire organization's loot on their bodies.

The storage bags add up to an extremely astonishing number.

Even as a disciple of the True Lord, she felt it was a bit hot, and not a pill-forming monk like her could bear it.

If all were converted into spiritual stones, it would probably be enough to cover the Qingfeng Sect’s income for at least ten years.

'Anyway, it was the master's flying sword that killed the enemy, which resulted in the victory... When I go back, I will give all the harvest to the master, so I don't have to worry about this matter. ’

After Ma Ruoxi made up her mind, the anxiety in her heart disappeared.

But even so, I can't get a top-quality spiritual stone, I can only say that I am unlucky.

Otherwise, with so many Zhongzhou sects and immortal cultivating families being plundered, the number of top-grade spiritual stones would not be too many, but it would be impossible not to have them all.

Ma Ruoxi wiped her sword while thinking about her next destination.

Now Jie Xiu had started to avoid her and ran to several places without running into her.

Jiuzi Yinmo is unlucky. It seems that he just came out of seclusion not long ago, and he hasn't heard the news about a female evil star coming to Zhongzhou.

When I saw a female cultivator who was in the early stage of forming pills, I wanted to add a main soul to my Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Then he kicked the iron plate and died inexplicably.

"Right now, the Jie Cultivators are tending to stick together, and the distance between them is getting closer and closer, but it doesn't matter to me, as long as I can find... someone, I won't come out!"

The Ziwei Thunder Sword in her hand suddenly jumped, sending a warning. Even if she knew nothing about it, Ma Ruoxi still believed in the flying sword in her hand.

"What a spiritual sense, I can sense this."

There was a ripple, and five monks appeared on all sides of the spiritual lake, tying up a tight bag.

"The Soul-Destroying Sword won't let you go without restraint. You won't be able to escape today!"

Each of the five immortal Jiedan has a talisman attached to his body, with ancient seal characters painted on it, which is slowly burning.

"When did I get the nickname Soul-Destroying Sword?"

Ma Ruoxi turned around, not paying attention to these four monks who were all in the late stage of pill formation. She was only surprised that her nickname was neither nice nor prestigious.