Chapter 153: Dead Vine Stained with Blood
Chapter 153: Dead Vine Stained with Blood
"The dead rose flower that has disappeared for so long, and the Nascent Soul cultivator whose origins are unknown... they have big ambitions, but I don't know if they are the same group of people..." Wan Ji frowned.
A pale blue butterfly fluttered over and landed on Yaoran's delicate hand. The butterfly's wings fluttered slightly, as if it was sending some message, and Yaoran's face suddenly changed.
"What?!" she exclaimed.
"Senior Sister, what's wrong?" Jingwu asked first.
"Psylocke sent a message that the previously peaceful dead rose flower has actually parasitized on a human."
"It's parasitic on a person? Then that person must be dead!" Jingwu's heart suddenly rose, "What about the disciple who was taking care of Wangmi at the foot of the mountain? Is he safe?"
"Some disciples were injured, but they are not serious." Yaoran frowned tightly, "It's strange, the flowers were safe before..."
Wan Ji began to publish his own findings at this time. "A few days ago, my apprentice and I discovered that the reason why those safe dead petals are quiet is because the insect eggs in the seeds have died, making them lose their ability to spread. A single dead petal needs blood in the initial stage of budding, but it will not suck blood afterwards."
"I was still investigating the cause of the death of the insect eggs, but I didn't expect the person behind the scenes to react so quickly and immediately replenish a new batch of dead insects parasitized by the eggs."
"According to what senior brother said, the once-famous Blood Spirit Flower has not been stained with human blood in recent days. No wonder the other party would attack again." Lu Fengxian frowned. Since the person behind the scenes dared to use the Blood Spirit Flower to hurt people, wasn't he trying to spread panic?
The blood spirit flower disaster a thousand years ago had already established the reputation of the blood spirit flower. This time, since no one was killed, it was rather strange, and it was no wonder that the other party was anxious.
"The dead roses in Ruyang County were eradicated by me and Senior Brother Wanji. But in just a few days, the other side has produced a large number of parasitic dead roses again! If the situation of our Xuantian Sect is not optimistic, then the Yinglong Sect bordering us is probably also doomed..." Yaoran supported his body on the table with one hand. Now the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. The situation is very unfavorable!
Everyone was silent for a while.
"I remember I informed Jinxuan before. Has he taken any precautions?" Wan Ji asked.
Lu Fengxian knocked on the table awkwardly, "They ignored me..."
There was another moment of silence.
“Forget it, I don’t even want to talk about him…” On the one hand, Jingwu understood that the other party didn’t trust them, after all, there was a clear boundary between immortals and demons, but on the other hand, he was really so angry that he laughed.
"No matter what, we have to solve the problem of the dead rose as soon as possible, otherwise the people will suffer." Yao Ran stood up, "Let the Jindan elders lead the team down the mountain and do their best to destroy the dead rose flower, leaving no one behind."
"Master, what do you think?"
Lu Fengxian nodded in agreement. "Listen to Yaoran. Have the disciples go down the mountain and work together to eradicate the dead mi. We should try our best to control it in Ruyang County and not let it spread out."
"And I have to go and lobby Yinglong Sect as well."
"Oh, by the way, there's this." Lu Fengxian stretched out his hand, and a golden tripod appeared in his palm.
"This golden tripod is the relic of the thief, and it is also a treasure. Since the other party is eyeing our sect covetously and has even used such a treasure, I cannot waste it. Let's use this precious power to strengthen our sect's protective formation."
The golden tripod jumped up and down in his hand, then flew into the sky and merged into the air like water waves.
Wan Ji clapped his hands in appreciation, "Well done, Junior Brother."
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