The world of Taoism

Chapter 209 The Death of Peony. (15)

The white crane shuttled in the sky at a very fast speed, drawing a white path in the sky.

Suddenly, the white crane paused slightly in the air, falling straight down from the air like a flying sword.

The speed was very fast, and a sonic boom spread all around.

Sitting on the back of the white crane was a man in green clothes. This man's eyes were as sharp as a drawn sword.

In his right hand he holds a golden umbrella.

Under the sun's rays, the umbrella reflects a golden luster, like a gold casting.

A boy the size of a head was lying on the man's shoulder.

The boy's face was pale, and he tightly held the man's shoulders. His body was flying with the wind, and he was almost blown off.

"Slow down!" The Ganoderma lucidum doll trembled.

The voice of speaking was not as strong as the wind, so it was naturally swept over by the crowd.

"You said someone broke into the mountain?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"Yeah! That's why I came to look for you." Lingzhi Doll looked scared.

"What about that guy?"

When Zhou Xuan heard that there was danger on the mountain, he immediately brought the old ghost over.

That's right, the umbrella in Zhou Xuan's hand is the old ghost.

The old ghost can be regarded as a master of the Yin God stage, and he is very kind, so Zhou Xuan immediately came over as soon as he said it.

At the same time, the old ghost also wanted to see who this White Crane God was.
The White Crane God's qualifications are higher than that of the old ghost, and the old ghost has only heard of his name but never seen him.

Everyone landed in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers, and found that this gorgeous sea of ​​flowers had been destroyed beyond recognition.

The elves that I saw in the past are much less.

Zhou Xuan walked up to a peony flower.

This peony flower has been trampled to pieces. Judging from the position of the peony flower, it should be the cute little peony.

"Little Peony is dead..." the Ganoderma lucidum doll burst into tears.

This sea of ​​flowers is actually the prototype of elves.

The elves turned into human forms, but the main body was still in place. Once the main body was ruined, it would also die.

Obviously, Peony will not survive.

Zhou Xuan was also a little sad in his heart, every time he came over, this little guy would shyly hide.

Whenever Zhou Xuan brought out desserts, the little guy forgot to be shy again, and ran over to ask himself for something.

"It's okay, the seeds of the flowers are still there, and they will return to their original shape after a while."

A gentle female voice sounded from behind.

Zhou Xuan turned his head to look.

A tall woman stood behind her, her hair was coiled up high, and her fair skin was slightly reddish, like ripe fruit.

This person is He Yingning's older sister, He Yingting, who is also the fox-faced man who killed people like hemp that day.

In this situation, Zhou Xuan had no way to connect her with that murderous guy.

Everyone has two sides, but it is not as contrasting as this sister.

"Really?" Zhou Xuan asked suspiciously, "Then, is Little Peony still the original Little Peony?"

"Not necessarily, maybe it's not necessarily a man this time."

The existence of seeds can only show that the elves are not dead yet, and can be resurrected by relying on seeds.

Flowers are a manifestation of life, even a character.

The regrown flower is not necessarily the original elf.

"What about the people? What about the people who went up the mountain?" Zhou Xuan said.

For some reason, Zhou Xuan felt that He Yingting was a little weak.

And the breath feels a little unstable, like a candle flickering in the air.

"I've caught him. He's trapped in the cliff cave next to him." He Yingting said.

"Then..." Zhou Xuan was speechless, "Since it's all settled, why are you calling me in such a hurry?"

Zhou Xuan thought that the enemy was still "making havoc in the Heavenly Palace".

So he hurried over with the old ghost, but he didn't expect that everything was resolved, so what's the use of coming here by himself?

"Let me out!" A loud roar came from a distance, followed by another burst of violent knocking.

The sound was like thunder, spreading in all directions.

After hearing Zhou Xuan's words, He Yingting's expression was serious, and he slowly told the truth.

It turned out that He Yingning happened to be in seclusion when General Heilin came over.

Originally thought that the formation under the mountain could block General Blackscale, but he didn't expect to be knocked out by this guy by mistake.

Originally, He Yingning was at the critical juncture of breaking through to the stage of concentrating, but when he was rushed by the evil spirit of General Heilin, problems immediately occurred.

The period of concentration itself is the process of consolidating the soul, and it is not the way of the White Crane God who does not practice the art of killing.

It is the path taken by ordinary people, and the probability of being infected by magic is high. .

He Yingning was interrupted when he was condensing his soul, so he became unstable.

This is nothing, the unstable soul can slowly recuperate.

The key is that it is contaminated with the breath of the outside world, which leads to a bit of magic contamination.

The whole person is sometimes awake and sometimes comatose, and the White Crane God can't help it.

This is a "basic" question.

The soul is the foundation of a person's normal mind, and if there is a problem in this area, it will be difficult even if the gods come over.

"Is it like this?" Zhou Xuan muttered to himself.

If He Yingning was really infected by the demon, then things would be a little messed up.

It's just that I haven't seen anyone who can return to normal after the magic dye.

Even if he recovered like Zhang Bo, he still paid a huge price.

There is a wooden nail buried in the acupuncture points all over her body. This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear.

Zhou Xuan came inside the thatched hut. The thatched hut looked small from the outside, but inside it was full of caves, much larger than it looked from the outside.

This is a gorgeously decorated room, with a pink wooden bed in the middle, and heavy pink gauze curtains to block the things inside.

There was a cough and a low growl from inside.

Zhou Xuan and Xu Heyingting entered the gauze tent, and they could see a pale woman with frowned eyebrows and bloodless lips lying on the bed.

The woman's temperament is weak, her eyes are closed tightly, blood vessels are faintly visible under her fair skin, and she is dripping with sweat, as if she has encountered great pain.

This person is He Yingning.

He Yingning was extremely weak now, and in Zhou Xuan's eyes, he looked like a sick patient.

As if sensing Zhou Xuan's arrival, He Yingning opened her eyes and smiled weakly: "Are you here?"

"I'm here." Zhou Xuan nodded.

As soon as the words fell, He Yingning fell into a deep sleep again.

The golden umbrella in Zhou Xuan's hand floated in the air, and slowly opened, a hunchbacked old man appeared in front of everyone.

Zhou Xuan couldn't care less about the introduction, and the moment the old ghost came out, he asked, "Senior old ghost, is there any way?"

He Yingning's magic dye deepened at a speed visible to the naked eye. Faced with such a situation, Zhou Xuan had no clue.

"Let me see..." The old ghost fell into deep thought when he saw He Yingning's situation.

Zhou Xuan didn't dare to interrupt, the two quietly waited for the old ghost's result.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault for being too strict." The White Crane God sighed from the side.

An old man with a white beard appeared in front of everyone.

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