The so-called Yuezu Soul Spring is not actually a spring, but a pool of moonlight.
Even though he jumped into the spring water, Ning Fan couldn't feel any sense of reality. There was only moonlight flowing like water around him, and his clothes were not wet. There was a subtle chaotic atmosphere mixed in the moonlight, and it was lingering.
In the unreachable place, there is an infinite moonlight sinking at the bottom of the spring, which is the source of all moonlight in the fantasy world.
Ning Fan kept sinking, he fully opened his escape speed, and the speed of diving was not trivial. He dived hundreds of starry sky distances in a row, but he still felt that the bottom of the spring was out of reach.
Obviously, this Soul Spring is a world of its own, and it is still a vast and boundless kind. With the full use of Ning Fan's rain technique, he can't even see the boundary of this world.
About half an hour later, Ning Fan stopped diving. At this moment, the position was deep enough, and the surrounding chaotic energy was slightly beyond his ability to bear.
Continuing to dive again is obviously not a wise choice.
"It's all right here... Next, I only need to absorb enough Chaos Qi to initially cultivate into the Five Elements Primordial Body."
Ning Fan crossed his knees in the moonlight and water, and activated the method of the Five Elements Primordial Body. In an instant, countless strands of Chaos Qi emitted a faint glow and flowed into his body. If a Liangyi Sect cultivator saw this scene, they would be surprised by Ning Fan's rudeness and directness.
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You must know that the Immortal Emperors of Liangyi Sect need to be careful when absorbing the energy of chaos.
"At this speed, in an hour at most, I can initially advance to the five elements, and obtain the physique of the five elements of a mixed body... This is just the beginning, and it will take countless hard work to really make the physique complete and even complete..."
Ning Fan closed his mind and guarded one, and his mind was completely immersed in the practice, forgetting everything outside of him.
As the practice progressed, Ning Fan's body began to undergo various changes: sometimes a three-foot magnetic ray of light was emitted to protect his body; sometimes a blue light that was too high turned into a blue bird, hovering above his head; A piece of ice; sometimes the flames add to it, as if it were about to turn into a flame.
Before and after, there were more than 400 different changes on Ning Fan's body, each of which represented a physique to choose from.
It's not that Ning Fan can choose whatever he wants. Among the more than 400 kinds of Primordial Primordial bodies, there are only five kinds of physiques that are compatible with him; other types are not impossible to choose, but they are not the most suitable for Ning Fan, so it is difficult Refine your physique to perfection.
"Which of these five advanced directions should I choose..."
Ning Fan carefully sensed the difference between the five optional physiques.
The first type of physique is consistent with his identity as an ancient demon. When activated, there are five-color demon clouds to protect the body, and the defense is quite powerful. Among them, cloud art is something that he is interested in recently.
The second physique seems to be an attacking physique. When activated, there is a thunderbolt of Primordial Primordial entanglement all over the body.
The third physique pursues the ultimate speed, which can make the cultivator's body become virtual and fly into the sky and the earth, and the speed of escape has more than doubled.
The fourth physique is an extremely rare treasure-holding physique. Once cultivated, when using magic weapons, the power can be greatly improved.
What Ning Fan was most interested in was the fifth physique.
This is actually a physique related to the gods. When it was activated, Ning Fan clearly felt the uneasiness and tension of the gods in his body.
This kind of anxiety does not mean that the two cannot coexist, at least they are qualified in terms of compatibility, which makes the fifth constitution have the possibility of cultivation.
It's just... the physique of the dignified godless body, would be frightened by an unknown Primordial Body? This is the first time Ning Fan has seen this.
You must know that in addition to the body of the gods, Ning Fan also cultivated many other physiques, such as the five elements, the corpse, the bones of the six desires... But there has never been a physique that can threaten the physique of the gods.
Because the level is different.
In other words, this fifth physique is actually a powerful physique that rivals the dead body of a god!
With just a few breaths, Ning Fan made a choice among the five advanced directions.
As the advancement progressed, five groups of clear air began to appear around Ning Fan's body, four dark and one bright.
The four groups of dim and clear air have no power, only an empty shelf, and it seems that something needs to be filled in order to have power.
The only bright air was filled with the power of the ancient gods, so it was full of radiance!
An hour later, the five groups of clear air were completely solidified, which meant that Ning Fan's Primordial Body was completely advanced.
Ning Fan let out a long sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and looked at the five clusters of clear air floating around his body, revealing an inexplicable meaning.
"The jade slips given to me by the omniscient predecessors did not record this kind of Hunyuan physique. Could it be that no one in the Liangyi Sect has ever cultivated this physique? To fill one of the groups of clean air... The other four groups of clean air need to be filled with the same level of power..."
In Ning Fan's mind, a sentence from the fake Taoist scripture suddenly appeared: Heaven and earth and five spirits, gods, demons, demons and ghosts.
In front of his eyes, there seems to be another game of Liubo chess that can't be won. On the chessboard, the gods, demons, demons and ghosts from both sides are leading the battle...
"I seem to have cultivated the most useless, yet most terrifying, Primordial Primordial Body... Saying it is useless is because of the five clusters of clear energy derived from this physique, and currently only one cluster is lit up. Only two or more clusters are lit up. Only by clearing the qi can the hidden ability of this physique be initially triggered... I cultivated the body of the gods through various coincidences. Let me cultivate another four spirits to light up the second group of clear qi, which is as difficult as going to the sky. ...But if there is a day when I can cultivate, maybe I will become a more terrifying existence than the ancient gods..."
Ning Fan smiled, but did not show much expectation.
He didn't even know the name of the Primordial Body he cultivated.
Then just ask.
All things communicate, activate!
Ning Fan, like a neuropathy, stretched out his palm and spoke to his own, "Hun Yuanshen, tell me your name."
Founding Primal Spirit, Originating Primal Spirit, Originating Primal Spirit...
"Founding Yuan Spirit Body? I haven't heard of it... But it sounds really powerful, but unfortunately it's too difficult to cultivate to the perfect state. Gathering all five spirit physiques is simply a fantasy..."
Ning Fan was chatting with his palm when suddenly his eyes moved slightly and he stopped.
At this moment, the surrounding moonlight water flow suddenly had a strange laughter!
"Hee hee, look, teacher, there is a fool there, chatting with his own hand."
"Could it be that this idiot's brain was smashed by the chaotic energy? Has he lost his mind?"
"It seems that we don't need us to expel him, and he will be killed by Chaos Qi."
"Forget it, let's get rid of it. After all, this is the important place of our clan, so Xiaoxiao can't make trouble..."
Ning Fan frowned. As early as when he set foot on the bottom of the spring, he sensed the existence of some kind of special creature here, but he didn't take it to heart.
His principle is that people do not offend me, and I do not offend others. If the other party doesn't make a move, he will ignore it.
But if the other party attacks him, he will not be merciful.
"Cut the moon!"
Several phantoms flashed past in the water, and then there were several immortal-level sword energies, all of which were half-moon-shaped sword lights, slashing towards Ning Fan.
Those Immortal Venerable Sword Lights are not worth mentioning at all, but the strange thing is that those Sword Lights can actually absorb the endless chaotic energy of this place and strengthen themselves.
With the blessing of Chaos Qi, the mere Immortal Venerable Jianmang actually seems to have the power of the Immortal Emperor Jianmang! The combination of several Immortal Emperor swords, even Ning Fan did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he summoned a few swords against the sea and smashed those swords into pieces.
"This fellow is so strong! We can't beat us, teacher, hurry up!" Several voices said anxiously.
"Okay! Please step back, this old man will cut this thief! Daqinglian Moonlight Cut!"
Zizizi!
Ning Fan could only hear the sound of thundering thunder from the surrounding water, like a thousand birds chirping, and then those thunders converged into one place, condensing into a huge blue sword glow, like a blue moon in the sky, whistling. !
This is an Immortal Emperor sword glow!
But after absorbing the power of the surrounding Chaos Qi, he was forcibly upgraded to the power of a first-order Quasi-Saint!
"These underwater creatures are not strong, but their swordsmanship is too terrifying..."
Ning Fan's brows furrowed deeper, not because the quasi-sacred sword light that the opponent cut out was too powerful, but because... there seemed to be a breath in this sword light, which made him look familiar...
The breath of the sword ancestor... Ji Qingling's breath...
Why does the swordsmanship used by these underwater creatures carry that woman's breath? Could it have something to do with that woman...
boom!
Ning Fan raised his hand with a sword, blocking the quasi-sacred sword light, and the coldness in his eyes subsided a lot.
He doesn't like these underwater creatures who sneak attack on him, but if the other party is related to that woman, it's not that he can't get away with it.
"What! This little thief is so powerful! Even the old man's Daqinglian swordsmanship can't help him! Can we only ask the patriarch to kill this person!" Condensed, looking shocked.
Behind the old Confucian cultivator, there were several other Confucian cultivator boys slowly appearing. Judging from the title, they seemed to be his disciples.
Whether it is an old Confucianist, or his disciples, they are not living people, but illusory sword spirits.
They are not human, they... are sword spirits who have guarded this place for generations!
"It turned out to be the sword spirit... Could it be her sword spirit..." Ning Fan felt a pain in his heart, and in the silent place, he suddenly remembered the scene of the sword ancestor disappearing from his eyes.
I remember more... the soul grass that has not grown up in the Shennong Hundred Herb Garden...
He originally had little interest in this Moon Ancestral Soul Spring, but now he became concerned.
He wanted to see what the bottom of the Yuezu Soul Spring looked like.
Did that woman also come here and leave some traces here...
"Stop it, I have no ill intentions towards you. The proof is that if I really want to kill you, I only need one type of illusion and it will work. There is no need to compete with you in swordsmanship."
Ning Fan sighed in disappointment, and the shadow of the reincarnation tree appeared in his right eye, pulling the old Confucian cultivator and his disciples into the illusion world of Primordial Rainy Night.
This Confucian cultivator is only an immortal emperor, and his disciples are only some immortal sword spirits. The reason why the swordsmanship is powerful is only the swordsmanship itself, not their own.
With Ning Fan's cultivation base, he could kill some Immortal Emperors and Immortal Venerable Sword Spirits with just one look.
The old Confucian cultivator was stunned. He was not an ordinary sword spirit and was not afraid of illusions, but he was still pulled into this place by Ning Fan's illusion, which showed how amazing Ning Fan's illusion skills were.
The cold sweat couldn't help but flow down.
But he did not beg Ning Fan for mercy, but arrogantly, glaring at Ning Fan, "This old man knows that your illusion is powerful, once the murderous intention opens, I will die in this illusion in an instant! If you want to kill, you will kill. Someone will avenge the old man!"
"..." Ning Fan was speechless.
He clearly said that he has no ill will towards these sword spirits, is it possible that the other party is deaf and can't understand
Ning Fan shook his head and removed the illusion.
The old Confucian cultivator was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't figure out what Ning Fan wanted to do, "What do you mean by this, Your Excellency? Why didn't you kill me? Isn't it true that you came here to hunt the Qinglian Sword Spirit? Hey, Your Excellency's breath, I Seems like I've seen..."
The old Confucian cultivator wanted to ask more, but suddenly a huge breath came straight from the direction of the spring!
That's a quasi-saint!
It is not a very powerful quasi-sage. It seems to be the kind of quasi-sage who has been empowered and forcibly promoted. Therefore, the mana is stuck at the bottleneck of ten thousand tribulations, and he cannot advance an inch in his life.
In the outside world, this kind of empowerment is not worthy of Ning Fan's fear.
But this is the land of chaos, and most of the opponents also know the swordsmanship that absorbs the energy of chaos. As a result, although this person is only a weak one among the first-order quasi-sages, he is very likely to cut out the sword of second-order power. In the face of this person, Ning Fan had to work hard. If he disagreed, he would have to fight hard.
"It's the patriarch! The patriarch actually broke away from the green lotus seat and came to rescue me!" The old Confucian cultivator was deeply moved. You must know that every time their patriarch leaves Qinglianzuo, he has to pay a huge price.
"Save you? Hehehe, you are not in danger. Why does the old man save you many times in one fell swoop. The old man is here to welcome a distinguished guest."
Blue light flashed, turning into a thin old man with seven swords on his back.
This person's cultivation base is really not high, but his sword intent seems to have reached a very high level. Once it erupts, few first-order quasi-sages can match him.
"Your honored guest? Where is your honored guest? There is only one intruder here..." The Confucian cultivator was at a loss.
The old man with seven swords did not talk nonsense with him.
The seven-sword old man only looked at Ning Fan with his eyes full of inquiry, looking very carefully, as if he wanted to peel off every ray of Ning Fan's breath and carefully screen it.
After a long time, the old man with seven swords seemed to confirm something, and finally smiled and bowed to Ning Fan, "What do you call fellow Daoist?"
"Ning Fan." Ning Fan said lightly.
"Pindao Nine Swords Daoist, I would like to ask the Taoist friend's mansion for a talk, do you know if the friend is coming?" The old man with seven swords said with a smile.
"Where is the palace?"
"The bottom of the soul spring!"
"Hehe, Ning does not have the confidence to sneak into such a deep place. If there is a slight difference, I am afraid that it will be wiped out by Chaos, and it will be irreversible." Ning Fan laughed.
"Fellow Daoist He Gu is right or wrong. You see me and the others with a trace of Sword Ancestor's breath, and you have clearly moved. You want to dive into the bottom of the spring and watch the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor. As for the chaotic aura at the bottom of the spring... Hehe, there The aura of chaos is indeed so strong that the second-order quasi-sage dare not set foot on it easily, but it seems that fellow daoists are not ordinary people. Wait until the Qinglian Sword Clan also has a secret technique to help fellow Daoists achieve this." The old man with seven swords said profoundly.
"The words have come to this point, it would be hypocritical for Ruo Ning to refuse again."
"Hehe, I can't talk about hypocrisy, you and I have never met, and it is reasonable to be cautious. But fellow Daoists can rest assured, Pindao invites you to visit the mansion for a chat, there is no malicious intent, but it is to ask for something, Yu Dao It is also a chance for friends. Before you, there were four quasi-sages from Beitian who visited our clan, and six other quasi-sages were malicious to our clan, so they were expelled from our clan. The eleventh Beitian quasi-sage here... this way please!"
"Wait a minute, before going to the bottom of the spring, Ning has another question to ask."
"What's the problem, fellow Daoist, but it's okay to ask." The old man with seven swords was startled, then resumed his smile again.
"Daoist Taoist number nine swords, why are there only seven swords behind him..." Ning Fan said deeply.
"It's a long story. In order to deal with the invasion of Quasi-Saint, I lost two swords. Now there are only seven swords left, and it is still difficult to make up for it..." The old man with seven swords sighed.
"I see." Ning Fan nodded and seemed to agree with what the Seven Swords old man said.
However, deep in his heart, he was somewhat wary of the Seven Swords old man.
This man didn't tell him the truth...
What kind of eyesight was Ning Fan, he could see at a glance that the nine swordsmanship practiced by the Nine Swords Daoist was actually seven real swords and two virtual ones. From the very beginning, there were only seven real swords, and the other two were supernatural power swords that were not usually manifested.
Nine swords and seven swords are related to the secret of this person's supernatural powers. It is normal to be unwilling to tell them, but it is a bit too much to deliberately fabricate a lie.
This person is treating him with hypocrisy, since he is not sincere, there is no guarantee that there will be no other calculations...
"Whether it's an enemy or a friend, take a trip to Soul Spring and see for yourself... Qingling, has she really been here before..."
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In Ning Fan's normal state, it is extremely difficult to dive into the bottom of the spring with the Qi of Chaos.
Of course, if he opens the Eternal Reality, and supplements it with other means, it may not be impossible to do this.
However, Ning Fan did not show his methods in front of Daoist Nine Swords, but accepted the help of Daoist Nine Swords.
The two dived all the way and chatted all the way, and Ning Fan learned that the Qinglian Sword Clan lived at the bottom of the Moon Ancestral Soul Spring.
There are not many people in this clan, only less than a thousand people, and everyone is a sword spirit.
For some reason, the sword spirits of this clan cannot leave the Moon Ancestor Soul Spring, and they will die once they are separated from the chaotic energy; similarly, in the midst of chaos, their swordsmanship power is often far beyond their own realm, so powerful that they once made those who are in chaos. The Beitian quasi-sage, who was plotting this place, returned home.
They are creatures living in chaos. To them, the air of chaos is like water to fish and air to mortals, without any harm.
Outsiders like Ning Fan can't do it. Entering the land of chaos, one must be careful. In order to help Ning Fan sneak into the bottom of the spring, the Nine Swords Daoist had to send a lot of sword spirit power to protect Ning Fan's body.
I don't know how long I have been diving, and suddenly a misty singing sounded in the hazy moonlight water.
The singing sounded from nowhere, and seemed to be fused with the moonlight.
The song was filled with endless thoughts, and it was the voice of a woman.
That voice sounded so familiar, it was clearly... Sword Ancestor's voice.
The only thing that disappointed Ning Fan was that the song was not a language commonly used in the cultivation world, but a local dialect, so he didn't quite understand it, and could only vaguely hear that it was a very sad song.
"Qimei's snowflakes are flying,
The people I waited for were wandering,
For whom is the song under the moon sung;
Waking up from a dream in the middle of the night,
Tears dyed the candlelight red,
Butterfly, fly away and go far away..."
Can't understand…
Ning Fan didn't understand a single word of those dialects and slang words, but there was still an inexplicable emotion in his heart that lingered.
Through this song, he seemed to see the high mountains, the flowing water, and a certain woman sitting on the top of the mountain from ancient times, with her fingers stroking the cold long sword, watching the morning moon alone for ten years, waiting for someone to come...
"Could it be that you can understand Yuezhi's language in the ancient fairyland? You might as well tell Pindao what this song is about. Pindao has listened to this song for countless years, but never knew its deep meaning." .
"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I don't know anything about this language. It turns out that this is the Yuezhi language of the ancient fairyland. This is the first time I have heard that this language exists..." Ning Fan seemed to be immersed in the singing, and was momentarily stunned. .
"Why is that fellow daoist sad..." Jiujian Taoist was still a little disbelieving.
Ning Fan just shook his head and didn't answer, suddenly he heard the surrounding singing disappear, and he was suddenly lost.
"This song has existed in this place for endless years. It will appear every time the tide rises and the moon is full. If you want to listen to it again, you only need to wait until the next tide..." The Nine Swords Daoist explained.
"I see."
Ning Fan nodded, accepting all his emotions.
He became more and more certain that this place was related to Jianzu, otherwise, how could there be Jianzu's singing, which has been passed down to this day since ancient times.
Dive, dive, dive.
I don't know how long it took to dive, and suddenly a huge shadow appeared below.
It was an abandoned comprehension star with an uneven surface, and it sank at the bottom of the spring!
No, it's not accurate to say it's a Cultivation Star.
That's not a planet, it's... a moon that has lost all its light!
That is the real moon, the dead moon, sunk here, how many years it has been!
"It turned out to be the moon! There is actually a moon in the Illusory Dream Realm!" Ning Fan was surprised.
It was the first time that Ning Fan had seen something like the sun and the moon, so how could he not be surprised!
Although it was just a moon that had been dead for many years, it still gave Ning Fan a full impact.
The Qinglian Sword Clan was built on this abandoned moon.
I saw that there were countless dead trees standing on the surface of the moon. Those dead trees seemed to be the rhizomes left behind after the withering of giant lotus; When the outsiders came, they were all shocked. When they saw that Ning Fan was accompanied by the patriarch, they were relieved one by one.
One by one whispered softly.
"Is there another guest here? This is the fifth quasi-sage who has successfully arrived in our clan..."
"This person doesn't seem to be as strong as the first four, and he actually needs the help of the patriarch to dive to the bottom of the spring..."
"I don't know if this person can help my family and completely obtain the inheritance of the sword ancestor..."
Ning Fan is so perceptive that he can naturally hear the whispers of the sword spirits here, but he doesn't care.
His eyes were attracted by a huge lotus pod like a mountain.
It was a lotus pod that had been withered for countless years, and the lotus seeds on it had long been taken away.
On the dry lotus pod, there are still traces of dried blood, which is... the blood of the swordsman...
On the dry lotus pod, there is an ancient sword creation that is shocking, and there is still an unstoppable sword intent left...
"She was injured here?"
Ning Fan felt a surge of anger for no reason, like a volcano awakening and erupting in his heart.
If you let him know who hurt her, if...
"The Taoist has good eyesight, and at a glance, he recognized Jianzu's life green lotus among thousands of withered lotuses."
"My destiny Qinglian?" Ning Fan said lightly, hiding all his emotions.
"It is rumored that Jianzu was here and lost his life Qinglian. The reason is unknown. The original Qinglian is the condensed Taoism of Jianzu. Although it has been destroyed, it is still of great value to me and other second-step cultivators..."
"Who ruined her Qinglian Taoism?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.
"Uh..." Jiu Jian Daoist was startled, not understanding why Ning Fan asked this question, but in order to temporarily befriend Ning Fan, he still answered patiently, "There is no way to test this, I will wait for the Qinglian Sword Clan to become spiritual in later generations. I don’t know much about those ancient secrets, but I only know that this withered lotus has a sword ancestor’s line. Speaking of that line, fellow Daoists should have seen some of it. I learned a little of the swordsmanship of the Qinglian people from it… "
Nine Swords Daoist was on the verge of speaking, but was interrupted again by Ning Fan's inexplicable question, "Is there any of her old things left here?"
"Old things? Haha, of course not..." Jiujian Daoist narrowed his eyes, thinking that Ning Fan's appetite is really big, and as soon as they meet, he wants to ask for Jianzu's treasure left here.
Of course, there are old sword ancestors preserved here, but all those things belong to the Qinglian Sword Clan, why should they be given to an outsider!
Even if this person seems to have some skills and can use one or two, it is just use, it is impossible to divide the other party too much reward!
"Is there really nothing, I hope fellow Daoists don't lie to me..." Ning Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and he threatened.
"Hehe, how could a poor Daoist deceive a fellow Daoist?" Jiujian Daoist smiled, but his heart was full of anger. What kind of identity he was, he was treated in such a tone by a little devil. If it wasn't for Ning Fan's use value, he wouldn't Mind killing the ancient demon Ning Fan!
"That being the case, fellow Daoist can tell your purpose." Ning Fan Hanmang said lightly.
"If what Pindao sees is good, the fellow Daoist should be an ancient demon. To be honest, fellow Daoist, if you want to break open the lotus pod and obtain the lineage of the inner sword ancestor, you need to use the power of a little ancient demon. No, to be precise, yes It is necessary to use the blood of ancient demons. After all, among the three repairs of gods, demons, and demons, the blood of demons is the purest, and it is exactly what is needed to water the lotus pods... Fellow Daoists should not refuse the request of the old man, right?"
The Nine Swords Daoist is half smiling and half threatening.
His purpose turned out to be to use half of Ning Fan's demon blood to irrigate the dead Qinglian of Sword Ancestor!
But normal people, who would use their own blood for others to use? In particular, half of the essence and blood is used, which is quite damaging to oneself, and it is something that everyone should hesitate.
Nine Swords Daoist was certain that Ning Fan would not agree to this matter. If he did not agree, he said that he must not use some force to force Ning Fan into submission. This place is already at the bottom of the spring, and the chaotic energy is unimaginable. As a Qinglian sword spirit, the more chaotic energy around him, the stronger his strength; Ning Fan is an outsider. Without his help, he cannot even survive here. Obliterated by Chaos Qi.
He has the confidence to not put Ning Fan in his eyes, even if Ning Fan is suspected of being a quasi-sage.
If it wasn't for the process of pouring the blood of demons, and the ancient demon Shixue was still needed to guide him, the Nine Swords Daoist didn't even bother to consider Ning Fan's wishes, and directly killed Ning Fan to get his blood.
"So that's the case, is this your purpose..."
Ning Fan had long been wary of this person, so at this moment, he was not surprised to realize that he was being plotted by the other party.
"As long as the daoist donates half of the demon blood to water this lotus pod, whether it is successful or not, the old man promises to let you go after the event. And if it succeeds, the old man is willing to share some of the sword ancestor's lineage and send it to the daoist friend!"
"What if I refuse..."
"Hehe, forgive me for being blunt, fellow Daoist has followed the old man to the bottom of the spring, and it seems that there is no room for rejection." The Nine Swords Daoist said contemptuously.
"That being the case, let me think about a thing or two..."
Ning Fan really had to think about it.
He suddenly sensed some changes in Shennong Baicao Garden, so he needed some time to check.
He walked straight to the bottom of the dry lotus pod, sat on the ground, and focused on the Shennong Hundred Herb Garden to see the changes of the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass.
For some reason, after coming here, the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass, which once grew slowly, has a tendency to accelerate its growth...
Could it be that the Qinglian, whose life was destroyed by the Sword Ancestor, was actually an excellent nourishment for its soul grass? Can it speed up the repair of Sword Ancestor's soul
If that's the case, I can't tell what kind of Nine Swords Daoist Ren Xu and Wei She is going to do... As long as it helps her, it doesn't matter if he sacrifices half of his demon blood...