"Host, this flower demon doesn't know which of the seven female cultivators is you. It wants to suck all seven of your souls into the paulownia tree." The system spoke quickly and urgently: "Level 1 protection has been activated. Host, kill her!"
The next moment, Yan Baibai felt that the feeling that his soul was about to be sucked out of his body suddenly disappeared. His whole body felt light, his body was full of vitality, and his cultivation was fully restored.
"Frost!" Yan Baibai called out softly, and a water sword appeared in his hand. He shook off the restraints around him, and Yan Baibai held the sword and killed the Tung Blossom Demon in the center of the seven people.
"How is that possible!"
How is that possible? How could her pollen lose its effect?
The water sword came with such force that Tonghua had to draw all her energy back to resist it.
Yan Baibai, who was holding a sword, was stopped not far away by the flower shield laid out by Wutonghua. Tonghua just felt a little relieved, but Yan Baibai frowned, raised his feet and moved step by step towards Tonghua. It was not so easy for a fellow swordsman to intercept a full-strength sword. Frost pierced the flower shield, and the tip of the sword stopped in front of Tonghua's neck.
A drop of green blood slowly slid down from the tip of the sword, and the six female cultivators around it lost their control and fell down instantly. White paulownia flowers flew all over the sky, and the strong fragrance of paulownia flowers once again filled everyone's nose.
Fear and anger flashed across Tonghua's eyes, and her body suddenly turned into countless paulownia petals that scattered and quickly merged into the flying falling flowers around her, disappearing from Yan Baibai's sight.
Yan Baibai was not panicked either. She easily shattered the flower shield in front of her. With a thought, the water sword disappeared in her hand, and the bracelet on her wrist suddenly came alive again, with leaves and flowers blooming. Thousands of flowers and leaves opened up again and slowly surrounded Yan Baibai's body.
Outside the barrier, the people of Yanjian Sect had already taken out their weapons and began to frantically attack the barrier in front of them.
The barrier of the ancient forbidden technique, coupled with the blood essence of the paulownia tree that has been burning for five hundred years, is not so easy to break.
By this time, the others had also noticed something was amiss; the tung flower demon's words were all lies. With the Yanjian Sect taking the lead, the others also drew their weapons and began to attack the barrier.
More than thirty people, plus people from Tianji Pavilion and Yanjian Sect, opened fire at the barrier with all their might. Suddenly, the square was filled with crackling sounds, flames everywhere, and it was very lively.
The movement outside the barrier did not affect the inside of the barrier. At this moment, Yan Baibai was surrounded by his own flower and leaf barrier, and outside the barrier were densely packed flying paulownia flowers.
The flying paulownia flowers gradually shrank, and the petals began to continuously compress towards the floral barrier. After trying for a long time, the petals dared to cut it up. Unfortunately, the floral barrier was not only the protective magic weapon of the Yanjian Sect, but also contained four thousand-year-old plant demon pills. Just that little bit of pressure was enough to make the little demon with only three hundred years of lifespan tremble with fear.
The paulownia flowers surrounding the barrier of flowers and leaves suddenly moved away, and then the figure of paulownia flowers condensed not far from Yan Baibai.
"Who are you?" Tonghua looked at Yan Baibai, her eyes filled with fear. She knew that she was no match for the swordsman opposite her.
It would be fine if she was the weakest in the entire Yuetong Palace, but why couldn't she defeat a mere female cultivator from outside? Was it just because she was a sword cultivator?
She refused to accept it and could not let this sword cultivator ruin her years of planning.
She wants to be the mistress of the Baitong ghost world. She wants the people here to truly respect her. She wants Yuetong's love. She wants a life where she is second to none and above everyone else. She also wants the right to leave the ghost world at any time!
Thinking of this, the fear in Tonghua's heart gradually faded away, and her eyes became determined.
The one standing before her now was just a small human cultivator. Humans fought their entire lives just to live longer, but as a demon, she was born with that lifespan.
She shouldn't be worse than this human, nor should she be afraid of her.
Tonghua looked at Yan Baibai with a gradually nonchalant look: "Sword cultivator, what's your name?"
"Is this your last question before you die?" Yan Baibai retracted the Thousand Flowers and Ten Thousand Leaves. The Water Sword reappeared in her hand, pointing directly at the tung blossoms: "Yan Baibai, a disciple of the Yanjian Sect."
"Bai Bai?" Tonghua's eyes were first surprised, then shocked: "Bai Bai!"
"Why are you suddenly calling me so affectionately?" Yan Baibai frowned: "We are not familiar with each other."
How could Tonghua not be surprised? The question that had troubled her for a long time suddenly became clear to her because of this name.
Why was the name of Ningdan Flower changed to Wunian Flower?
Why did Yuetong’s own territory get the name “White Eyes Ghost Realm”?
Why was the original name of Baisheng Pharmacy changed to Shengbai Pharmacy?
Why did Yuetong deliberately bring the Wutong tree from the Shang Kingdom, where spiritual energy was scarce, to the ghost world?
Don't miss the small courtyard by the Huahua Sea that no one is allowed to approach, and the rebirth lamp in Foshan Temple that has been burning for hundreds of years...
Saint Yuetong once lived in the Shang Kingdom as a mortal and married a wife, whose name should be "Baibai".
All these deeds indicate that Yuetong has been begging and hoping that his dead wife will be reincarnated as a human being again.
She still remembered that during the days when she turned into a human form, Yuetong often stared at her face in a daze. At first, she thought Yuetong liked her, but soon, there was no difference between Yuetong looking at her and looking at others.
At that time, she was still wondering if she had done something wrong. Now thinking about it, it was just that her appearance was somewhat similar to that of the dead person, and Yuetong also knew clearly that she was not that person.
Then, the tung tree must have lived with the deceased woman, otherwise, it would not have such an appearance.
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