Natural Fairy Species Chapter 281

  Chapter 281 Who pities me weak and lonely

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

  Bai Zichen's complexion was livid, and he took the siblings Bai Ziying and Bai Ziyu along and headed straight for Hanxiu Peak.

  The extreme flight that threw off the sound of the sonic boom made the two qi refining juniors faint.

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

  It took less than half an hour to arrive in a land of more than three thousand miles.

  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 fell to their knees and praised 'Old Ancestor'.

  The Bai family has become more and more prosperous in recent years. When 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 knows why this came here. Even if they haven't seen it, the portrait hanging high in the hall makes 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 entrance 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 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 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, except for a few sobbing sounds from children.

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

   There are also monks crying and crying because they are too sad to faint.

   "Real man, Jiu An Yu 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 clan, only Bai Xianzhong, as the patriarch or the elder of Bai Zhenren, dared to stand up and say a few words at this time.

  Other tribes, their status is too far behind.

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

  According to the Bai clan's practice, only the patriarch and the monk who established the foundation can put the remains in the family hall after death, for the clansmen to pay respects and worship for seven days before burial.

  Bai Jiuan is definitely not qualified to enjoy such posthumous honors based on his own contribution.

  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 recent years, Patriarch Bai of the Qingfeng Sect has suddenly taken great care of his family, taking his family to Tianlei Cliff, and often giving him cultivation resources.

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

  Don't let Bai Jiuan enjoy the attitude of the Dingling family hall, even if he wants to be the patriarch of his own position before his death.

  Bai Xianzhong didn't hesitate, and handed it over immediately.

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

  The skin was loose, with 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 be more than 120 years old, he finally came to the end of his life.

  When I was in my prime, in order to accumulate family contributions, I overcame obstacles and worked hard.

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

  Maybe because he worked too hard when he was young and overdrawn his vitality, even though he enjoyed the wealth and honor in the second half of his life, he still failed to live to the theoretical upper limit of lifespan.

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

  'Chen'er, your aptitude is far superior to mine. Uncle will accumulate more family contributions in the future. With the strength of the two of us, we can exchange for a foundation-building spiritual object. Maybe you can succeed in foundation-building 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... After you go, Chen'er, don't be impatient, even if you fall behind for a while, uncle believes you can catch up later! '

   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, there were no clansmen in the hall who dared to stand, they all knelt down in unison.

   "Uncle, Zichen is late..."

   Birth, old age and parting are also unavoidable for monks.

  Even if he was a master of alchemy, Bai Zichen would not be able to greatly extend 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, acting like the will of heaven.

  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.

  Pick 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 full days, he didn't say a word, remained motionless, as if he had become a silent statue.

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

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

  Funeral equipment, selected cemetery, tokens made...

  He reckoned that even he would not spend such meticulous thought on the affairs behind him.

   "Is it tomorrow?"

  Bai Zichen stood up and counted the time silently: "I'm going to fetch something, and add another sacrifice for uncle."

  The sword light soared into the sky, and soon left the Heishan Mountains, crossed several cities and entered Hejian County.

  On the road, 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 Laozu's death, he blocked the door alone 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 how to live or die!"

   An old voice, showing hatred.

  Bai Zichen's name is already well-known in the entire Liang Guoxiu world.

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

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

  The main reason is that I am worried that there are other masters of the Qingfeng sect who are ambushing the alchemy nearby, and with Bai Zichen's reputation of killing Taoist He with his sword, I always have some fear in my heart.

   "No guts!"

  Bai Zichen's grief and indignation were inexplicable, and just as he was about to vent his frustration, the sword light swayed and there were loud bangs again and again.

   This Myriad Ghosts Fierce Soul Formation 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 formation.

  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 dispatch 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 every now and then... I want you to break here today, and let 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 Lipo Formation, the ghost monks will be greatly enhanced, 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 performance 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 god-making.

  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 violent, and even lost their restraints, circling in the air several times and hitting the only living creature in the formation.

   "Senior Sister, have you activated all the ghost 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, so why bother to pay?" Such a 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 myriad ghosts and spirit formation that was mobilized with all his strength...Only this kind of brat thinks The strength has already gone to the sky, and 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!"

  Looking at the third-tier ghost king pounced around him, and the two alchemy cultivators 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 roar, full of loneliness, sorrow and anger, the moonlight sword light directly scattered the five poisonous miasma of peach blossoms, and was smashed to pieces.

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

  Before, I deliberately hid my clumsiness, but I didn't 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 froze in place.

  Peach Blossom Fairy reacted a little faster. Before her soul was frozen, she crazily threw defensive secrets outward, trying to escape.

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

  As if a sword had been slashed from the lunar star from the nine heavens, all the defensive magic weapons in front of the ghost mother-in-law were blown up, leaving only the dragon-headed crutch in her hand, which had received a large mouthful of blood, and turned into a horned dragon trying to block the moonlight with a flashing red light.

  (end of this chapter)

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