‘Enter the attic and receive baptism.’ Upon hearing these words, Fairy Yingyi’s expression suddenly changed.
Entering the attic, although she still had some resistance in her heart, she had definitely accepted her fate. But she was asked to be baptized, which made Yingyi suddenly feel shocked.
Baptism, what baptism? That was what she needed to think about.
"Hmph, little girl, you really have a lot on your mind. If you want to get the benefits of my Xingyun Palace, you must sincerely join my Xingyun Palace, accept the baptism of your mind, and truly make your heart belong to my Xingyun Palace. Is it possible that you still want to get the benefits instead of me?
Is Xingyun Palace important?"
Seeing Fairy Yingyi's expression suddenly change again, the female cultivator in the attic snorted coldly.
Although it was a cold snort, there was no anger in the tone of his words this time, and it seemed to be just a bit reproachful. It was obviously different from the coldness when he attacked Qin Fengming before.
Fairy Yingyi didn't know that Xingyun Hall was not a sect force because there were not many monks in Xingyun Hall.
However, the name of Nebula Palace is extremely loud in the Witch Wasteland. The reason for this is that in addition to the strong strength of the monks in Nebula Palace, there is another reason. The monks of Nebula Palace all regard the disciples of Nebula Palace as close people. One person.
If someone is in trouble, they will risk their lives to save them.
It can be said that in the world of immortality and the world of Milo, the harmonious situation among the disciples in Xingyun Hall is extremely special.
It is precisely because of this that Fairy Haiyun, as the master of Xingyun Palace, took the risk to save the disciples.
Fairy Yingyi was now allowed to enter the attic for baptism, but she was pushed back and blocked. Naturally, Fairy Qingzhu was very unhappy. However, she was still not very angry.
"Fairy Ying, you go and be baptized. Nothing will happen."
Amidst Fairy Qingzhu's words, a voice also entered Yingyi's ears.
Hearing this voice, Yingyi did not hesitate anymore and immediately said: "This junior will enter the attic and be baptized."
As she spoke, Yingyi had already taken steps towards the bamboo stairs at the attic.
The stairs are light and there is a layer of soft gaskets on them. Yingyi steps on them as if she is walking on clouds.
Climbing the stairs, the small door of the attic slowly opened, revealing a hazy mist inside. The mist was filled with rich soul energy, which made Fairy Yingyi feel a little relieved.
However, she did not pause, but stepped directly into it.
Fairy Yingyi is definitely not an ordinary female cultivator, and she has experienced no less dangerous things than Qin Fengming. At this point, she certainly knows how to make decisions and how to act.
As Yingyi entered the small attic, the door immediately closed again.
"Sit cross-legged on that wooden couch and carefully experience the several spiritual patterns in the mist. When the spiritual patterns can no longer reject it, you will have passed the baptism."
The door closed, and a voice sounded in Yingyi's ears again. However, she concentrated on listening and could not tell where the voice came from.
The attic is not big, only two or three feet in diameter, and the layout is very simple. Apart from a square table and two wooden chairs, there is only a wooden couch near the wall.
In addition to the rich divine soul energy here, there is no remnant soul body of Fairy Qingzhu at all.
And when Yingyi entered it, she didn't sense any forbidden energy aura at all.
At this moment, Yingyi naturally followed the local customs, and no longer had any other thoughts. She bowed and said nothing, then sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, closed her eyes, made a hand seal, and began to sense the mist around her.
Sure enough, Yingyi quickly sensed a small spiritual pattern floating slowly in the mist. The spiritual pattern was so small that it didn't feel complicated at first glance.
However, just when Yingyi was about to concentrate on exploring it, the small spiritual pattern suddenly changed greatly.
In Yingyi's consciousness, she saw that small spiritual pattern suddenly split open, one turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into eight...
In just a flash of thought, Yingyi's consciousness was filled with dense spiritual patterns.
At the same time that the spiritual pattern appeared, Yingyi felt a sudden dizziness in her mind. Her vision suddenly changed. She was suddenly in a mountain. Beside her were three female practitioners wearing the same clothes as her, who were fighting with a group of people.
The ferocious battle between monsters and monsters...
"Hey, although this little girl is the body of a firefly scale insect, her understanding is extraordinary. She actually captured a spiritual pattern in an instant and entered it. I just don't know how long it will take for her to understand the deep meaning."
At the same time that Yingyi's suddenly dull expression appeared, Fairy Qingzhu's words sounded in the attic again, but Fairy Yingyi could no longer hear these words.
At this time, Fairy Yingyi was completely trapped in an illusion, a test specifically aimed at her state of mind.
Time passed slowly, and both inside and outside the attic, everything seemed very quiet. There was no sound of words, and there was no energy pulsating from the spell.
Everything looks very peaceful, so quiet that it feels like no one is here at all.
"Senior Qing, these thirteen bamboo needles are no longer under the control of the senior. I think they should also belong to the junior, right?"
As time passed, a calm voice suddenly sounded in the small valley.
As the sound rang out, the mist surrounding Qin Fengming suddenly shrank rapidly and disappeared in an instant. Qin Fengming's figure reappeared on the spot.
Qin Fengming stood on the spot, with thirteen green and slender needle blades floating in front of him. The needle blades were only finger-long, but each one showed a compelling aura.
"Impossible, you only spent two days to control the thirteen needle blades of this palace?" As soon as Qin Fengming's figure appeared, the words of the female cultivator in the attic rang out again.
These words were full of shock and disbelief at the same time.
"If the fairy doesn't believe it, you can use magic to recall it." Qin Fengming calmed down and said calmly.
As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on his face, and there was a hint of cunningness in his eyes.
Without Qin Fengming's reminder, a not very strong wave of divine soul energy suddenly surged out from the attic. In a flash, it arrived in front of Qin Fengming and involved him and thirteen needle blades.
Fairy Qingzhu didn't just use her spiritual thoughts to activate it, but directly sacrificed a burst of divine soul energy.
She did not believe that a mere Xuan-level monk could erase the marks on the bamboo needle she had been cultivating for countless years in less than three days.
Not to mention a Xuan-level monk, even a Mahayana monk on the Mastiff Vine interface at this time, it is impossible to remove the marks on those bamboo needles without a few years.
Fairy Qingzhu didn't believe it, but as the soul energy she unleashed swept through the young man's body, the fact that the thirteen bamboo needles that were closely connected to her mind didn't move at all immediately suppressed the disbelief in her heart.
"Since the fairy can't drive it, I will put it away."
Feeling the divine soul energy surrounding the needle blade on his chest, Qin Fengming smiled slightly and said immediately. Before the words could be finished, he stretched out his hand, and the same divine soul energy swept out.
This divine soul energy was so huge that when it appeared, it immediately dissipated the energy sacrificed by Fairy Qingzhu.
The energy swept through and immediately wrapped the thirteen bamboo needles. A green light appeared for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace.
"I have long said that fellow Taoist Qin is extremely good at the art of the soul. Fairy Qing will give it a try on the spot, and you will believe it." Seeing Qin Fengming put away the bamboo needle, Jun Yan's words echoed on the spot.
