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"Recovered..."

The Peony Fairy felt the flower period gradually recovering in her body.

Her long white hair gradually turned black.

She felt it was magical.

You know, the Moment of Fragrance is a secret technique of the Flower Clan. The user can basically not recover the flower period consumed.

But Xu Qianqiu can restore it? !

In other words.

If Xu Qianqiu is here, they can use the Moment of Fragrance without restraint to improve their combat power. Anyway, they can ask Xu Qianqiu to help them recover afterwards.

This means too much to the Flower Clan.

Sure enough.

As the master of the Higanbana Seal, Mr. Xu is of extraordinary significance to the Flower Clan. He is definitely the lucky star of the Flower Clan!

Perhaps, he is the one who leads the Flower Clan to restore its former glory.

The Peony Fairy thought to herself.

After treating the Peony Fairy, Xu Qianqiu looked at the forbidden land of the Flower Clan in the distance and said lightly: "Let's go and take a look."

"Okay."

The two figures flashed and rushed towards the forbidden land of the Flower Clan.

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The forbidden land of the Flower Clan.

Lian Ershisi, the woman in black, and the four elders of the Flower Clan were still fighting fiercely.

The three major forces of the Mandala Clan, the Panwu Divine Dynasty, and the Xiao Family united, causing the entire Flower Clan to retreat step by step, with casualties one after another.

At this time.

A snow-white figure came to the battlefield.

Her arrival swept across the battlefield like a gust of cold wind, and the Supremes of the Divine Dynasty and the Xiao Family shuddered at the same time.

"What a strong and cold breath!"

"Who is she?!"

"I know, she is the Saint of the Flower Clan a thousand years ago, Nishang!"

"The Saint of Nishang a thousand years ago was famous in the battlefield of all realms, but she had disappeared long ago. How could she suddenly appear?!"

Everyone was shocked and puzzled.

But the Saint of Nishang looked at several Supremes with a torch.

"Those who offend our flower clan shall be killed."

"Hmph, don't be afraid. I heard that this Saint Nishang has been sleeping for a thousand years. Even if she wakes up now, what can she do? Her cultivation must be far inferior to that of a thousand years ago. Let's go together. Are we afraid of her?"

A supreme said coldly.

He took the lead.

The other supremes looked at each other, agreed with him, and followed suit.

Sword energy, palm power.

All kinds of moves burst out, containing strong fluctuations of laws.

But Saint Nishang did not retreat or avoid. With a flick of her white hand, a terrifying cold air swept out from the flying petals, as if turning the ten directions of heaven and earth into ice and snow.

In an instant.

The few supremes who rushed up turned into ice sculptures on the spot.

Then they broke with a few clicks, and ice crystals scattered all over the sky.

This scene was very beautiful.

But it made everyone present shudder.

"So strong!"

"Is this the Saint of the Flower Clan from a thousand years ago? So scary, the strength of the Peony Fairy is nothing compared to her."

"After sleeping for a thousand years, she still has this kind of fighting power after waking up. The power of this Saint of Nishang is beyond imagination."

On the other hand, everyone in the Flower Clan was excited.

The older generation of the Flower Clan had red eyes and was so excited that tears were about to flow down, "Saint, the Saint is really back..."

"Saint of Nishang, this person's strength is still as terrible as it was a thousand years ago." The woman in black looked at Saint of Nishang with fear in her eyes.

As if she noticed her gaze, Saint of Nishang also looked at her and said lightly: "I remember you. A thousand years ago, you were one of the elders of the Mandragora Clan who attacked the Flower Clan. I think your name is Manyu, right?"

"Saint of Nishang still remembers me. It's really my honor. But now I am no longer an elder of the Mandragora lineage, but the head of the Mandragora lineage..." Manyu said lightly, with vigilance in her eyes.

"Really? You got promoted. Congratulations."

The Saint of Nishang smiled faintly.

The next moment.

Her figure disappeared from the spot.

Man Yu only felt a burst of plum blossom petals flying in front of her eyes, and then her body was hit by a huge impact and was blasted away.

She couldn't even see how Saint of Nishang attacked.

"Holy weapon, prison flower prison!"

Just when Saint of Nishang attacked again.

Man Yu roared, and a stream of demonic energy flowed out of her body, deep into the ground. Then, the earth shook, and black stone pillars rose into the sky, covering a hundred miles around, forming a huge cage!

Everyone was trapped in this cage and couldn't get out.

"Holy weapon, what can you do to me?"

Saint of Nishang said.

She raised her hand and shot out a beam of light.

But the beam fell on the cage, and the cage shook, but was not damaged too much. Saint Nishang was slightly surprised, "It's still quite hard."

The demonic energy around her was surging, and the power of the law swept like a vast ocean.

Boom, boom, boom...

The whole prison was shaking wildly.

Cracks spread from the black pillar.

"Can't even the prison flower prison trap this Saint Nishang?"

Man Yu frowned slightly.

This holy weapon was created by the Mandala clan after many years. The flower clan monks who fell into it could hardly escape.

But obviously.

This holy weapon can't trap Saint Nishang.

"It can only be like this..."

Man Yu took a deep breath, and a look of determination appeared in her eyes.

The next moment.

Her breath was rising steadily, and there was a tendency to break through the saint's pass. Seeing this, Lian Twenty-four was extremely surprised, "Moment of Beauty!"

What the other party used was the Flower Clan's secret technique, Moment of Youth.

It’s not just Manyu.

The auras of other monks of the Mandala lineage are also constantly improving, and they are actually performing the Fanghua of the Moment at the same time.

"Are you crazy?!"

Lian Twenty-four took a breath of air.

Instant Fragrance, as a secret skill of the Flower Clan, few people can practice it.

Moreover, the side effects of this secret technique are too terrible, and few people dare to practice it. However, in order to save the master of Mandala, all the monks who came to the Flower Clan this time were actually those who practiced Mosha Fanghua!

"For many years, we have been studying and cultivating the beauty of the moment, just for today. How strong is our determination to rescue the Lord of Mandala? How can you understand it?" Manyu said coldly.

The rest of the Mandala monks also had a look of solemnity on their faces.

"For my lord, I will die without regrets!"

"For my lord, I will die without regrets!"

Brother Mandala's eyes were cold and he didn't care about his life at all. With the moment of youthfulness, the situation was reversed again.

Even if the colorful saints join the battlefield, it is still not easy to drive the Mandala clan out of the flower clan and stop their plot.

"Very good, I admire your determination."

"As fellow Flower Clan monks, I pay my respects to you!"

The colorful saint said lightly.

She waved her sleeves, and a pink sword was held in her hand.

There are some fallen plum blossoms on the sword, which is extremely beautiful.

With a wave of the sword, endless coldness shot out from the sword's edge.

It is the sword that Saint Maiden of Color used to wear thousands of years ago.

Holy sword, Hanmei!

With the Hanmei Sword in hand, the Saint Maiden of Nishang became more powerful. She slashed out with the sword, and cracks were cut out in the surrounding cage.

Seeing this, Manyu also took out a long black whip. The whip was infected with toxin. With a single swing, the grass withered and the flowers withered.

She activated the Secret Technique of Instant Youth and rushed forward to fight with the Saint Maiden in Colorful Clothes. Although she was at a disadvantage, she was able to hold her opponent back for a moment or three.