The so-called Moon Ancestor Soul Spring is actually not a spring, but a pool of moonlight.
Ning Fan clearly jumped into the spring water, but he 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 air mixed in the moonlight, which lingered.
In that unreachable place, there is infinite moonlight sinking at the bottom of the spring, which is the source of all moonlight in the dream world.
Ning Fan kept sinking. He used his escape speed at full speed. He dived at an extraordinary speed. He dived hundreds of stars in a row, but he still felt that the bottom of the spring was out of reach.
Obviously, the inside of this soul spring is a world of its own, and it is also a vast and boundless one. With Ning Fan's rain technique fully activated, he can't even glimpse the boundary of this world.
About half an hour later, Ning Fan stopped diving. At this moment, the position was deep enough, and the chaotic energy around him was slightly beyond his ability to bear.
Continuing to dive is obviously not a wise choice.
"That's enough... Next, I only need to absorb enough chaotic energy to initially cultivate the Five Elements Hunyuan Body."
Ning Fan sat cross-legged in the moonlight stream and activated the Five Elements Hunyuan Body method. In an instant, thousands of strands of chaotic energy emitted a faint light and flowed into his body. If any Liangyi Sect monks saw this scene, they would be surprised by Ning Fan's rough and direct manner.
You must know that even the immortal emperors of the Liangyi Sect need to be careful when absorbing the energy of chaos. How can ordinary people dare to absorb as much as Ning Fan.
"At this rate, in one hour at most, I will be able to initially advance to the Five Elements and obtain the physique of the Five Elements Hunyuan Body... This is just the beginning. It will take countless hard work to truly complete the physique..."
Ning Fan closed his mind and was completely immersed in his cultivation, forgetting everything outside him.
As the practice progressed, Ning Fan's body began to undergo various changes: sometimes three feet of magnetic light emitted to protect him; sometimes the supreme green light turned into a blue bird, circling above his head; sometimes cold light penetrated the body, seeming to turn into a A piece of ice; sometimes the light of fire adds to it, seeming to turn into a ball of flame.
Over and over, Ning Fan's body underwent more than four hundred different changes, each change representing a physical constitution to choose from.
It's not that Ning Fan can choose whatever he wants. Among the more than 400 kinds of Hunyuan bodies, there are only five types of physiques that are consistent with him. It is not impossible to choose other types, but they are not the most suitable for Ning Fan, so it is difficult. Cultivate your physique to a perfect state.
"Which one should you choose among these five advanced directions..."
Ning Fan carefully felt the differences between the five optional physiques.
The first type of physique is consistent with his identity as an ancient demon. When activated, he is protected by a five-color demon cloud, which is quite powerful in defense. Among them, cloud magic is something he has been interested in recently.
The second physique seems to be an offensive physique. When activated, the whole body is surrounded by Hunyuan thunder, and its lethality is so shocking that it can make a quasi-sage look at him.
The third type of physique pursues extreme speed, which can make the monk's body turn into a spirit of heaven and earth and fly, and the escape speed more than doubles.
The fourth physique is an extremely rare treasure-holding physique. Once it is cultivated, the power can be greatly improved when using magic weapons.
Ning Fan is most interested in the fifth constitution.
This is actually a physique related to the gods. When activated, Ning Fan clearly felt the uneasiness and tension of the power of the gods in his body.
This uneasy feeling does not mean that the two cannot coexist. At least they are qualified in terms of compatibility, making it possible to cultivate the fifth constitution.
It's just that... a majestic and destructed spiritual body is actually frightened by an unknown Hunyuan body? This was the first time Ning Fan had seen this situation.
You must know that in addition to the god's waste body, Ning Fan has also cultivated many other physiques, such as the Great Five Elements Body, the Corpse Demon Body, and the Bones of Six Desires... But there has never been any physique that can make the god's body feel threatened.
Because the levels are different.
In other words, this fifth type of physique is actually a powerful physique comparable to the body of a god!
In just a few breaths, Ning Fan made a choice among the five advancement directions.
As the advancement progressed, five groups of pure energy began to appear around Ning Fan, with four dark and one bright.
Those four dim clouds of clear air had no power, just an empty frame. It seemed that something needed to be filled in order to have power.
The only bright clear air was filled with the power of the ancient gods, so it became radiant!
An hour later, the five masses of pure Qi were completely solidified, which meant that Ning Fan's Hunyuan Body had completely advanced.
Ning Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and looked at the five groups of clear air floating around him, which had an inexplicable meaning.
"The jade slips given to me by Senior Quanzhi did not record this kind of Hunyuan physique. Could it be that no one in the Liangyi Sect had ever cultivated this physique? Five groups of pure Qi, four dark and one bright, the majestic ancient divine power, actually only It is enough to fill one ball of pure Qi...Does it mean that the other four balls of Qing Qi need to be filled with the same level of power..."
In Ning Fan's mind, a sentence from the False Taoist Sutra suddenly appeared: the five spirits of heaven and earth, gods, demons, fairies and ghosts.
In front of his eyes, the unwinnable Liubo chess game seemed to appear again. On the chessboard, gods, demons, fairies and ghosts from both sides were leading their armies to fight...
"I seem to have cultivated the most useless, yet most terrifying Hunyuan body... It is said to be useless because of the five groups of pure Qi derived from this body, only one is currently lit. Only two or more groups can be illuminated. Only with pure Qi can the hidden ability of this constitution be initially triggered... I only cultivated the divine body by various chances and coincidences. Let me cultivate another four spirits to light up the second group of pure Qi. It is as difficult as ascending to the sky. ...But if there is a day when I can truly cultivate, maybe I will become a being more terrifying than the ancient gods..."
Ning Fan smiled without showing much expectation.
He didn't even know the name of the Hunyuan body he cultivated.
Then just ask.
All things communicate and activate!
Ning Fan looked like a psychopath, stretched out his palm and spoke to his palm, "Hunyuan Shen, tell me your name."
[The founding Yuanling body, the founding Yuanling body, the founding Yuanling body...]
"The founding spirit body? I've never heard of it...but it sounds really powerful. Unfortunately, it's too difficult to cultivate to a perfect state. It's simply a fantasy to gather the five spirit physiques..."
Ning Fan was chatting with the palm of his hand when his eyes suddenly moved slightly and he stopped talking.
At this moment, the surrounding moonlight water suddenly heard a strange laughter!
"Hehehe, teacher, look, there is a fool there, chatting with his hand."
"Did this fool have his brain damaged by the energy of chaos? Has he lost his mind?"
"It seems that we don't need to take action to expel him, he will be killed by the energy of chaos."
"Forget it, let's expel it. After all, this is an important place for our clan, and we can't let Xiao Xiao make trouble..."
Ning Fan frowned. When he first set foot at the bottom of the spring, he had sensed the existence of some kind of special creature here, but he did not take it to heart.
His principle is that if others do not offend me, I will not offend others. If the other party doesn't take action, he will ignore it.
But if the other party attacks him, he will show no mercy.
"Zhan Zhanyue!"
Several phantoms flashed past in the water flow, and then several immortal-level sword energies came towards Ning Fan, all with half-moon shaped sword lights.
Those sword lights of the Immortal Lord are not worth mentioning at first, but the strange thing is that those sword lights can actually absorb the continuous energy of chaos here to strengthen themselves.
Blessed by the energy of chaos, the sword light of the Immortal Lord seems to possess the power of the sword light of the Immortal Emperor! Several Immortal Emperor sword gleams merged into one, and even Ning Fan did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He summoned Nihai Sword and struck a few swords, smashing all the sword gleams into pieces.
"This guy is so strong! We can't beat him. Teacher, please take action!" several voices said anxiously.
"Okay! You all stand down and let me kill this thief! Daqinglian Moonlight Slash!"
Sizzle!
Ning Fan could only hear the sound of thunder suddenly coming from the water around him, like a thousand birds chirping. Then those thunder sounds converged into one place, condensing into a thousand-foot-long green sword light, like the blue moon roaring in the sky. !
This is an Immortal Emperor sword light!
But after absorbing the power of the surrounding chaotic energy, it was forcibly upgraded to the power of a first-level quasi-sage!
"These underwater creatures themselves are not strong, but their swordsmanship is too terrifying..."
Ning Fan's frown deepened, not because the quasi-holy sword radiance slashed by the other party was too powerful, but because... there seemed to be a wisp of aura in this sword radiance that made him look familiar...
The aura of Sword Ancestor...the aura of Ji Qingling...
Why do the swordsmanship used by these underwater creatures carry the aura of that woman? Could it be related to that woman...
boom!
Ning Fan raised his hand and struck out with his sword, blocking the light of the Quasi-Saint Sword, and the coldness in his eyes faded a lot.
He didn't like these underwater creatures that attacked him, but if they were related to that woman, he wouldn't be able to tolerate them.
"What! This little thief is so powerful! Even my Great Green Lotus Swordsmanship can't do anything to him! Can't we just ask the clan leader to kill this person!" The shadow of an old man dressed as a Confucian cultivator gradually appeared in the water. He was solid and looked shocked.
Behind the old Confucian cultivator, several other Confucian cultivator boys appeared slowly. Judging from their titles, they seemed to be his disciples.
Neither the old Confucian scholar nor his disciples were living people, but illusory sword spirits.
They are not humans, they... are the sword spirits who have been guarding this place for generations!
"It turns out to be the sword spirit...could it be her sword spirit..." Ning Fan's heart ached, and in silence, he suddenly remembered the scene where the sword ancestor disappeared from before his eyes.
I even think of... the soul grass that has been slow to grow in Shennong's Herb Garden...
He originally had little interest in the Moon Ancestor Soul Spring, but now he became more concerned about it.
He wanted to see what the bottom of 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 an illusion to do it. There is no need to compete with you in swordsmanship."
Ning Fan sighed sadly, and the shadow of the reincarnation tree appeared in his right eye, pulling the old Confucianism cultivator and his disciples into the world of illusion on an ancient rainy night.
This old Confucian cultivator is no more than an Immortal Emperor, and his disciples are just Immortal Sword Spirits. The reason why his swordsmanship is so powerful is only the swordsmanship itself, not themselves.
With Ning Fan's cultivation level, he could kill some Immortal Emperors and Immortal Lord Sword Spirits with just a look, using illusion magic.
The old Confucianism cultivator was shocked. 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 illusions. This shows how amazing Ning Fan's illusion skills are.
Cold sweat couldn't help but flow down.
But he did not beg for mercy from Ning Fan. Instead, he stood proudly and glared at Ning Fan, "I know that your illusions are powerful. Once the murderous intention is unleashed, we will die in this illusion in an instant! If you want to kill, just kill. Don't say anything more. I'll kill you." Someone will avenge me!"
"..." Ning Fan was speechless.
He clearly said that he had no ill intentions towards these sword spirits. Could it be that the other party was deaf and couldn't understand?
Ning Fan shook his head and removed the illusion.
The old Confucianism cultivator was stunned, a little confused as to what Ning Fan wanted to do, "What do you mean by this? Why don't you kill us? Are you really not here to hunt the Qinglian Sword Spirit? Hey, your aura, I I seem to have seen it somewhere..."
The old Confucianism cultivator wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly a huge aura rushed straight from the bottom of the spring!
That's a quasi-sage!
He is not a powerful quasi-sage, but seems to be the kind of quasi-sage who is forcibly promoted through initiation, so his mana is stuck at the bottleneck of ten thousand kalpas and cannot be deposited throughout his life.
In the outside world, Ning Fan would not be afraid of such a quasi-sage.
But this is a land of chaos, and the opponent probably also knows the swordsmanship that absorbs the energy of chaos. In this way, although this person is only a weak one among the first-order quasi-sages, he is very likely to be able to cut out the sword light with the power of the second-order. Facing this person, Ning Fan had to be very alert and would have to fight hard if he disagreed.
"It's the patriarch! The patriarch actually left the Green Lotus Seat and came to save us!" The old Confucianism cultivator was deeply moved. You must know that every time their clan leader leaves the Green Lotus Seat, he has to pay a huge price.
"Save you? Hahaha, you are not in danger. Why do I have to save you so many times? I am here to welcome a distinguished guest."
A flash of blue light appeared, transforming into a thin old man carrying seven swords behind his back.
This person's cultivation level is really not high, but his sword intention seems to have reached an extremely high level. Once it breaks out, few first-level quasi-sages can match him.
"Dear guest? Where is the honored guest? There is only one intruder here..." The old Confucian cultivator was confused.
The old man of Seven Swords did not talk nonsense to him.
The old man of Seven Swords looked at Ning Fan with all his eyes, looking very carefully, as if he wanted to peel off every breath of Ning Fan and screen it carefully.
For a long time, the old man of Seven Swords seemed to confirm something, and finally smiled and bowed to Ning Fan, "What do you call fellow Taoist?"
"Ning Fan." Ning Fan said calmly.
"I am a poor Taoist, Nine Swords Taoist. I would like to ask my fellow Taoist to speak to me. I wonder if my friend is coming?" the old man of Seven Swords said with a smile.
"Where is the mansion?"
"The bottom of the soul spring!"
"Haha, Ning doesn't have the confidence to sneak into such a deep place. If there is a slight mistake, I'm afraid it will be wiped out by chaos, and there will be no recovery." Ning Fan said with a smile.
"Fellow Taoist, why are you telling the truth? You see that we have a trace of the Sword Ancestor's aura in our bodies, and we are obviously moved. We want to sneak into the bottom of the spring and observe the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor. As for the chaotic energy at the bottom of the spring... Haha, there is The energy of chaos is indeed so strong that the second-level quasi-sages dare not set foot there easily, but fellow Taoist seems to be no ordinary person. If he really wants to go to the bottom of the spring, there may not be a way to sneak in. And even if fellow daoist really cannot do this, I Wait until the Qinglian Sword Clan also has a secret method to help fellow Taoists achieve this." The old man of Seven Swords said with profound meaning.
"That's it. If Ning refuses again, it would seem hypocritical."
"Haha, hypocrisy is out of the question. You and I have never met, so it's reasonable to be cautious. But fellow Taoist friends, you can rest assured that I have no ill intentions in inviting you to visit me. On the contrary, I want to ask you for something. It is also an opportunity for you. Before you, Taoist friend, there were four quasi-sages from the North who visited our clan. There were also six other quasi-sages who had malicious intentions towards our clan, so they were expelled by our clan. Friend Taoist came here. The eleventh quasi-sage of the North Heaven here... please come this way!"
"Wait a minute, before heading to the bottom of the spring, Ning has one more question to ask."
"What's the problem? It's okay to ask, fellow Taoist." The old man of Seven Swords was startled, then returned to smiling.
"Fellow Taoist Taoist No. 9 Swords, why do you only carry seven swords behind you..." Ning Fan said with profound meaning.
"It's a long story. In order to deal with the invading quasi-sages, we lost two swords. Now we only have seven swords left, and it's still difficult to make up for them..." The old man of Seven Swords sighed.
"That's it." Ning Fan nodded, seeming to agree with the old man of Seven Swords.
However, deep down in his heart, he was somewhat wary of the Seven Swords old man.
This person was not telling the truth to him…
Ning Fan's sharp eyesight was such that he could tell at a glance that the nine-sword swordsmanship practiced by the Nine-Sword Taoist was actually seven real and two virtual. From the beginning, there were only seven physical swords, and the other two were magical swords that were not manifested at ordinary times.
The Nine Swords and the Seven Swords are related to the secret of this person's magical power. It is normal not to tell them, but deliberately fabricating a lie is a bit too much.
This person is treating him with hypocrisy. Since he is not sincere, there is no guarantee that he will not have other calculations...
"It doesn't matter, whether you are an enemy or a friend, you will know after a trip to the bottom of the Soul Spring...Has Qing Ling really been here before..."
…
In Ning Fan's normal state, it would be extremely difficult to sneak into the bottom of the spring with the energy of chaos.
Of course, if he activates the Eternal True Body and uses other means, he may not be able to do this.
However, Ning Fan did not show his methods in front of the Nine Swords Taoist, but accepted the help from the Nine Swords Taoist.
The two of them dived and chatted all the way, and Ning Fan finally learned that the Qinglian Sword Clan lived at the bottom of the Moon Ancestor Soul Spring.
This clan has only a small number of people, less than a thousand, and everyone has the identity of a sword spirit.
For some reasons, the sword spirits of this clan cannot leave the Yue Ancestor Soul Spring, and will die once they are separated from the energy of chaos; similarly, in the chaos, their swordsmanship is often far beyond their own realm, and is so powerful that it once made those who The quasi-sage of Beitian who planned this place came back in vain.
They are creatures living in chaos. To them, the energy of chaos is like water to fish and air to mortals, without any harm.
The same cannot be said for outsiders like Ning Fan, who must be careful when entering the land of chaos. In order to help Ning Fan sneak into the bottom of the spring, Taoist Nine Swordsmen had to send a large amount of sword spirit power to protect Ning Fan.
I don’t know how long I had been diving, but suddenly a misty song sounded in the hazy moonlight water.
The song came from nowhere and seemed to blend with the moonlight.
That song was full of endless longing, and it was the voice of a woman.
That voice sounded so familiar, it was clearly...the voice of Sword Ancestor.
The only thing that disappointed Ning Fan was that the song was not in the language commonly used in the world of cultivation, but in a certain local dialect, so he couldn't quite understand it and could only vaguely tell that it was a very sad song.
"The snowflakes of Qimei are flying,
The person I am waiting for is wandering,
For whom is the song under the moon sung?
Waking up in the middle of the night from a dream,
Tears dyed the candlelight red,
Butterflies fly quickly and go far away..."
Can't understand…
Ning Fan didn't understand a word of those dialects and slang, but he still had inexplicable emotions in his heart that he couldn't get rid of.
Through this song, he seemed to see the mountains, the flowing water, and an eternal woman sitting on the top of the mountain, stroking the cold sword with her fingers, looking at the moon in solitude for those ten years, waiting for someone to come...
"Does fellow Taoist understand the Yuezhi language of the ancient immortal realm? You might as well tell me what this song is about. I have listened to this song for countless years, but I have never known its deep meaning." Jiujian Taoist said unexpectedly. .
"Fellow Taoist, I misunderstood. I know nothing about this language. It turns out that this is the Yuezhi language of the ancient fairyland. This is the first time I have heard of the existence of this language..." Ning Fan seemed to be immersed in the singing, and was stunned for a moment. .
"Then why is Taoist Taoist sad..." Taoist Jiujian still didn't believe it.
Ning Fan just shook his head and didn't answer. Suddenly, he heard the singing around him disappear, and he suddenly felt lost.
"This song has existed here for infinite years. It will appear every time the tide rises and the moon waxes. If you want to hear it again, you only need to wait until the next tide rises..." Taoist Master Jiujian explained.
"I see."
Ning Fan nodded and swallowed all his emotions.
He became more and more certain that this place was related to Sword Ancestor, otherwise how could the Sword Ancestor's songs have been passed down to this day from ancient times.
Dive, dive, and dive.
I don’t know how long I had been diving, but suddenly a huge shadow appeared below.
It was an abandoned cultivation star with a bumpy surface, and it actually sank at the bottom of the spring!
No, it is not accurate to say it is a cultivation star.
That's not a planet, but...a moon that has lost all its light!
That is the real moon, the dead moon, which has sunk here for countless years!
"It's actually the moon! There's actually a moon in the dream world!" Ning Fan was very surprised.
It was the first time for Ning Fan to see such things as the sun and the moon in real form. 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 huge impact.
The Qinglian Sword Clan was built on this abandoned moon.
I saw countless dead trees standing on the surface of the moon. Those dead trees seemed to be the rhizomes left behind after the giant lotus withered. The Qinglian Sword Clan used the dead trees as caves, and everyone absorbed the energy of the moon, lotus, and chaos here to practice. At first sight, there was something When outsiders arrived, they were all shocked. When they saw that Ning Fan was accompanied by the clan leader, they all felt relieved.
One by one whispered.
"Are there any more guests? This is the fifth quasi-sage who has successfully arrived in our clan..."
"This person doesn't seem to be as powerful as the first four. He actually needs the help of the clan leader to dive to the bottom of the spring..."
"I wonder if this person can help our clan and completely obtain the inheritance of the Sword Ancestor..."
Ning Fan was so perceptive that he could naturally hear the whispers of the sword spirits here, but he didn't care.
His eyes were attracted by a huge lotus pod as big as a mountain.
It was a lotus pod that had withered for countless years, and the lotus seeds on it had long been taken away.
On the withered lotus pod, there are traces of dried blood that remain to this day. That is...the blood of Sword Ancestor...
On the withered lotus pod, there is a shocking ancient sword creation, and the unseen sword intention still remains...
"Has she been injured here?"
Ning Fan felt a surge of anger for no reason, like a volcano awakening and erupting in his heart.
If he knew who hurt her, if...
"Taoist Taoist has good eyesight, and he was able to recognize Sword Ancestor's natal Green Lotus at a glance from among the thousands of withered lotuses." Jiujian Taoist praised with his tongue.
"Born Qinglian?" Ning Fan hid all his emotions and said calmly.
"It is rumored that Sword Ancestor once lost his natal Green Lotus here. The reason is unknown. That natal Green Lotus was the condensed Dao lineage of Sword Ancestor. Although it has been destroyed, it is still of great value to us and other second-step monks..."
"Who ruined her Qinglian orthodoxy?" Ning Fan suddenly asked.
"Uh..." Taoist Master Nine Swords was startled. He didn't understand why Ning Fan asked this question, but in order to befriend Ning Fan for the time being, he still answered patiently, "There is no way to prove this. We and the Qinglian Sword Clan will become spirits in later generations. I don’t know much about those ancient secrets. I only know that this withered lotus contains the Taoist lineage of the Sword Ancestor. Speaking of that Taoist lineage, fellow Taoists should have seen some of it. Some of the swordsmanship of the Qinglian tribe was learned from it... "
Just as Taoist Master Nine Swords was getting excited, he was once again interrupted by Ning Fan's inexplicable question, "Are there any of her old things left here?"
"Old things? Haha, of course there are none..." Jiujian Taoist narrowed his eyes and thought that Ning Fan has a really big appetite. As soon as they met, he wanted to ask for the treasure left by Jianzu here.
Of course there are old items from the Sword Ancestor here, but those items all 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 a use, and it is impossible to share too much reward with the other party!
"Is it true? I hope fellow Taoist will not lie to me..." Ning Fan's eyes flashed coldly, and his words were threatening.
"Haha, how could a poor Taoist deceive fellow Taoists?" Jiujian Taoist was smiling on his face, but he was sullen in his heart. What a status he had, to be treated in such a tone by a small demon clan. If Ning Fan hadn't been useful, he wouldn't have Mind killing this ancient demon Ning Fan!
"In that case, fellow Taoist, you can tell me your purpose." Ning Fan withdrew his cold light and said calmly.
"If what I saw is correct, my fellow Taoist should be an ancient demon. To be honest, my fellow Taoist, if you want to break open the lotus pod and obtain the Taoist lineage of the sword ancestor within it, you need to use the power of some ancient demons. No, to be precise, it is The blood of ancient demons needs to be used. After all, among the three cultivators of gods, demons and demons, the blood of demons is the purest, which is exactly what is needed to water the lotus... Fellow Taoist, you shouldn’t refuse my request, right?”
The Taoist Master of Nine Swords half smiled and half threatened.
His purpose turned out to be to borrow half of Ning Fan's demonic blood to water the dead Qinglian of Sword Ancestor!
But who among normal people would give their own blood to others? Especially if half of the blood essence is used, it will cause considerable damage to oneself, and everyone should hesitate.
Master Jiujian was certain that Ning Fan would not agree to this matter. If he did not agree, he would not use force to force Ning Fan to submit. This place is already at the bottom of the spring, and the energy of chaos is so thick that it is unimaginable. As the Qinglian Sword Spirit, the thicker the energy of chaos around him, the stronger he becomes. Ning Fan is an outsider. Without his help, he will not even be able to survive here. Obliterated by the energy of chaos.
He had the confidence not to put Ning Fan in his eyes, even though Ning Fan was suspected of being a quasi-sage.
If it weren't for the process of pouring the demon blood, which required the guidance of the ancient demon himself, the Nine Sword Taoist wouldn't even bother to consider Ning Fan's wishes and just kill Ning Fan to get the blood.
"I see, is this your purpose..."
Ning Fan had been wary of this person for a long time, so he was not too surprised when he realized that he was being plotted by him.
"As long as fellow Taoist devotees half of his demonic blood to water this lotus, no matter whether it succeeds or not, I promise to let you go afterwards. And once it succeeds, I am willing to give some of the Sword Ancestor Taoism to fellow Taoist!"
"What if I refuse..."
"Haha, forgive me for speaking frankly, Taoist friend has followed me to the bottom of the spring. It seems that there is no room for rejection." Taoist Master Jiujian said contemptuously.
"In that case, let me think about it..."
Ning Fan really has 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 diverted his mind into the Shennong Herb Garden to see the changes in the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass.
I don’t know why, after arriving here, the Sword Ancestor Soul Grass, which once grew slowly, has a tendency to accelerate its growth...
Could it be that the natal green lotus that Sword Ancestor destroyed here is actually an excellent nutrient for his soul grass? Can it speed up the repair of Sword Ancestor’s soul?
If that's the case, there's no way he's going to have a fight with some Nine Swordsman... As long as he helps her, it means sacrificing half of his demonic blood, and it doesn't matter...
