Cangyue spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Fu Yu and Ming Teng worked together.
One destroyed Qilin's physical body, and the other defeated his last stupid move.
Qilin's soul is destroyed.
Cangyue completely transformed into the appearance of a monster.
She turned into the lowly and lowly demon he described.
All his magical powers dissipated when Qilin fell to the ground.
Now, he is not even as good as a low-level immortal cultivator.
The Soul-Devouring Vine that depended on him for survival slowly lost its vitality and turned into an ordinary vine.
"No, I won't lose."
"Fu Yu has the lowest mana among all the immortals. It must be Ming Teng, Ming Teng..."
As he spoke, two vines pierced into his eyes.
The dying Qingzhi tried her best to stab Cangyue's eyes with the vine wrapped around her wrist.
"Die, die, die!"
This was the only thought left in Qingzhi's mind.
It is unknown how many hundreds of years it will take for the Baicao Spirit Realm, where no grass grows, to recover its former vitality.
Who will compensate her for the loss of her spiritual power?
Who will compensate her for these injuries?
Even if I cut Cangyue into pieces, I still can't feel relieved!
When the Cang family rushed over, they instantly smelled a fishy odor in the air.
I saw Qingzhi holding the black vine and stabbing the remaining person.
"My son! My son!"
Father Cang was so angry that he couldn't catch his breath and vomited blood.
"My son has taken away her magic power."
"She is no different from an ordinary person now."
"Whoever kills her will receive 1,000 taels!"
In troubled times, a healthy young man could earn no more than 50 taels of silver.
After hearing what Qing Cang's father said, countless immortal cultivators stared with scarlet eyes and rushed to attack Qing Zhi one after another.
Qingzhi wiped the blood from her cheek and looked at the mob with numb eyes.
A few hours later.
Qingzhi was covered in blood and walked down Cangyue Ridge in a daze.
Before coming, fairy air was floating and white mist filled the Cangyue Ridge. Now it was filled with the smell of blood, and even the white mist was stained with blood.
Suddenly, an old man with a white beard appeared in front of me.
It’s Master.
Qingzhi's eyes were red as she knelt on the ground, tightly grasping the corner of her master's clothes.
"Master, I regret it. I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance."
The master lowered his eyes and shook his head helplessly, "Qingzhi, being stubborn and refusing to change is a big taboo."
"Master, I thought you could let go of your obsession."
With a wave of his white sleeves, the master transformed Qingzhi into a magical herb, taking root in Cangyue Ridge.
"While I'm recovering, you'll guard this place."
Cang Yue Ridge was once the place with the most spiritual energy and the largest number of cultivators.
However, they have become a hotbed for committing crimes and amassed wealth crazily.
It's a pity, lamentable and sad.
Qingzhi was unwilling to look down on her master.
She knew that the more jealous, regretful and painful she was, the less likely she would be to transform and return to heaven.
"Ming Teng imprisoned me, Cang Yue hurt me, everything I did was just to protect myself, why did Master deprive me of my human form? Qingzhi, I refuse to accept!"
"This is all their fault. If they hadn't forced me, I wouldn't have made such a big mistake."
"Disciple is innocent, I have done nothing wrong!"
The master's brows furrowed as he sneered, "You really don't know what you did wrong?"
Before she finished speaking, Qingzhi felt a high-frequency roar penetrating the leaves of the fairy grass.
Qingzhi was about to faint.
"Disciple, Disciple..."
"You think I don't know why Qilin only attacks Fu Yu!"
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