The Fenghui flower blooms once every hundred years, and it only blooms for ten moments before it withers.
This flower is extremely rare on the Xuantian Continent because of its demanding growing environment. It requires strong, intense winds blowing day and night, while also receiving gentle, gentle sunlight. Therefore, the Fengshen Sea in the far north is the ideal habitat for the Fenghui flower. However, even there, it's extremely rare to encounter a single Fenghui flower.
After Venerable Huo Mingzi took the Fenghui Flower, he began to sit cross-legged and refine the weapon.
He flipped his hand and pulled out a large cauldron. The fiery red cauldron was surrounded by tiny fire snakes. After Venerable Huo Mingzi placed the Wind Return Flower inside, he also put in the Millennium Mysterious Crystal, the Flower God Essence, and many other precious treasures.
One day later, Venerable Huo Mingzi slapped the big cauldron with his palm, and a red light suddenly flew out and was grasped in his palm.
Venerable Huo Mingzi laughed heartily and said, "Hahahaha, I finally succeeded in refining it! With this jade token, I can travel a hundred thousand miles at will. Even if Junior Brother Xuan Lingzi wants to catch me, it will definitely not be easy."
A cold laugh rang out: "Brother, didn't you just say that you refined this magic weapon in order to find Junior Brother Xuan Lingzi?"
Venerable Huo Mingzi's laughter froze.
Venerable Yuqingzi swept over with a whisk and swept Huomingzi's body up. With a soft snort, she took this unruly senior brother away, dragging Luo Jianqing with her.
With a venerable Mahayana cultivator in the early stage and a venerable Tribulation Crossing cultivator in the late stage, Luo Jianqing left the Far North at a very fast speed. When the three of them reached the nearest place to the Withered Mountain, they stopped.
Venerable Huo Mingzi took out a magic weapon from his ring.
It was a small, palm-sized guqin, but when it emerged from the ring, it unleashed the power of heaven and earth. Venerable Huo Mingzi gazed down at the guqin with a stern expression. He raised his fingers and gently plucked the thin strings.
Buzz!
Qin didn't make a sound, but a powerful wave went towards Kushan!
Huo Mingzi waited a moment longer, but received no response. He continued to pluck the strings, but no sound ever answered him. With a sigh, Huo Mingzi said, "Two hundred years ago, I forged a harp for my junior brother. Since he only played the Yuxiao harp, I took it back and modified it into what it is now. If my junior brother could hear the sound of my harp, he would surely respond to me."
But now Xuan Lingzi didn't respond, and Yu Qingzi's face immediately darkened: "Are you sure this sound can be heard throughout the entire Kushan Mountain?"
Huo Mingzi said, "Is this true? Junior Sister, how could you doubt the magic weapon I forged?"
Yu Qingzi said nothing more.
Since they couldn't find Xuan Lingzi, and they didn't dare to rashly enter the Kushan Mountains, the three of them had no choice but to leave. As they left, Luo Jianqing couldn't help but look back at the Kushan Mountains. Looking down from the sky, he saw sixty-four peaks, each towering majestically, appearing imposing and majestic against the backdrop of the yellow sand.
In the barren mountain, a figure in white has been meditating and practicing for a long time.
A light layer of yellow sand settled on his clothes, stained his snow-white robe with a hazy yellow. The blood had long since dried on his lips, but his cool, elegant face was gradually flushing. Xuan Lingzi wasn't breathing, and his heart had long since stopped. Only the constant pounding of war within his body reminded others that he was still alive.
Dense beads of blood began to seep out of the pores.
Before long, he became a bloody man.
Every drop of blood that flowed out contained a large amount of spiritual power. If others lost so much spiritual power, they would probably be heartbroken and anxious, but this was extremely beneficial to Xuan Lingzi at the moment.
Ten days have passed since he took the elixir!
Just how much spiritual power was contained in that elixir? Xuan Lingzi had no idea before he took it. He only thought it was two or three times his own energy. It wasn't until he painstakingly absorbed that two or three times the power that he realized—
This power seems to be inexhaustible and will never end!
Xuan Lingzi was skilled in array formations. While not a world-class master like Fairy Feng Si, he nonetheless possessed considerable accomplishments in the art. Currently, he was constructing a formation within his own body, using his primordial spirit as the core and his entire body as the formation's veins. He was trapping the seemingly inexhaustible elixir within this vast formation, preventing it from rioting.
This battle is far more dangerous than the previous confrontation with Lingdan.
If he made a mistake, Xuan Lingzi's body would be completely taken over by the elixir, and the only result would be his body exploding and dying. Xuan Lingzi didn't know how much spiritual energy his body had already absorbed, but he knew that if he allowed the other party to release spiritual energy so recklessly, he would face death.
The blood on his body gradually formed a layer of scab. A weak gust of wind blew in from the cave entrance, blowing open and peeling off the scab.
After one layer of blood scabs broke, blood beads seeped out of the pores and quickly coagulated into a second layer of blood scabs.
Blow and condense; blow and condense...
A silent battle was going on deep in the Kushan Mountains.
From the day the withered mountain collapsed, or even more so from the day Xuan Lingzi tore up the contract, the cultivators of the world have been on edge, constantly preparing for war. These "immortal" matters have nothing to do with mortals, who toiled diligently on this land, living their ordinary, warm lives.
There are four countries in Yunzhou, namely Chengchong, Luoxuan, Mingshen and Zhaoyu.
The Chengchong Kingdom was powerful, occupying half of Yunzhou. The other three kingdoms paid tribute annually, begging for its protection. In this vast land, there were no particularly powerful cultivation sects, so numerous smaller sects occupied the area, each dividing its power and seeking resources from these kingdoms.
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