There is no moon in the fairy world, and the dim light rises at night.
The light shines on the earth, covering the blood-mist corpse mountain that stretches for eighteen thousand miles.
The emerald-green hairpin flew higher and higher after absorbing Qiao Hongpo's hard work and essence, shattering layers of dark clouds, and gradually merged into the end of the void.
In an instant, the tiger roared and took on the shape of a fish, causing the heaven and earth to tremble.
Qiao Hongpo bowed and backed away, spitting out six mouthfuls of blood.
Every time she vomits, her cultivation level of the 14th level True Immortal will decrease accordingly.
In just three breaths, her level dropped to the eighth level of a true immortal.
His breath was sluggish and his face was pale and bloodless.
The white-haired old woman flipped her palms in vain, pointed at the fish that fell in the air and said: "The flowing water is like a river, and there are oceans everywhere."
"Wow."
The fish's body is beating and its mouth is slightly open.
A milky-white bead was spit out from the fish's mouth, its surface was gleaming and its interior was rippled like waves.
The lean old man who was originally from the Flame Turtle clan had his Adam's apple rolling and exclaimed: "You, are you crazy?"
"For practitioners, the heart and blood are the foundation. It involves the warmth and nourishment of the internal organs, meridians, and bones of the whole body."
"It takes at least half a year to adjust the breath and heal the wound after a mouthful of hard work is wasted. You spit out six mouthfuls at once."
"No, plus the previous bite, it's seven bites."
"With seven mouthfuls of hard work, not to mention the decline in your realm, your organs will be greatly affected."
"At the least, there will never be a day of recovery. In this life, the stagnant fourteenth level of the True Immortal will not be able to break through. At the worst,..."
Taking a long breath, the old man held the black turtle shell in his hand and said with a dazed expression: "In severe cases, the organs will shrink, and you will die."
Qiao Hongpo said loudly: "So what?"
"Six thousand years ago, on the day when my uncle died in Taixu Mountain, I was physically and mentally exhausted but weak in strength. I watched helplessly as he died."
"That kind of pain, that kind of hatred, I will never allow it to happen again."
"It's worth it to trade my life for my uncle to turn danger into good fortune. No matter how you calculate it, it's worth it."
Blood flowed from the center of his eyebrows, from his forehead to the bridge of his nose.
It gathered at the tip of her nose and fell drop by drop, landing on the back of Qiao Hongpo's hanging left hand.
"Langsheng."
She spoke anxiously, holding her hands together firmly.
"boom."
The lively fish struggled hard, setting off rough waves visible to the naked eye in the void.
One wave rises, and hundreds of waves follow one after another.
A hundred waves turn into a thousand waves, endless.
The sky above the mountain of corpses turned into a vast ocean, so big and boundless that one could not even see the end.
Qiao Hongpo walked alone through the waves, hunched over and crumbling, and rushed towards the Flame Turtle.
"Bah, break, break."
She pointed out four fingers at random, pointing to the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.
The twelve formations that blocked Suning were all destroyed, and the sound shook the sky.
"Uncle..."
With a smile on her face, the old slave woman with the highest status in the Qiao Clan's Immortal Clan looked at the fleeing Suning from afar, and said in a soft voice: "Please allow me to call you uncle again."
"Like Miss, I have watched you grow up."
"I'm afraid I won't have the chance to call you again in the future."
"Miss, she..."
"I only hope that my lover will eventually get married. You must not let down my lady's six thousand years of waiting."
There are lotuses growing under your feet, and you are swaying step by step.
One step crosses a thousand meters, and another step leads to no trace.
On the vast sea, the wind continued, but only the lean old man was left.
"Duan Ziqian, hey, old turtle, I have been harmed by you."
Holding the tortoise shell in his hand, he made a decisive decision to reveal the monster's true form.
Nowadays, Qiao Hongpo is using her natal immortal weapon to pursue her cultivation. She is an out-and-out true immortal of the fifteenth level.
He had already reached the 14th level of True Immortal hundreds of years earlier, but he was completely at a disadvantage against his immortal power.
If you have the qualifications to delay, you have no ability to risk your life.
And the only thing he relied on, apart from the life-saving trump card that Duan Ziqian gave him, was a tortoise shell that was comparable to a middle-grade immortal weapon.
"Half a stick of incense, almost here."
"The favor I promised Duan Ziqian must be returned. That old man is more difficult to deal with than Qiao Wantang."
"That's all, at worst, I will never come to the fairy world again after this incident."
"Xuanyin Sea, fresh human flesh..."
"Roar."
There was a muffled roar and a black shadow pressed down.
The huge turtle body, which was hundreds of feet long, sank to the bottom of the sea. It turned into a turtle with its head shrunk without blushing or panting.
While swimming quickly, he felt Qiao Hongpo's breath with his mind.
"The flowing water is a realm of its own, and my current cultivation level is the fifteenth level of a true immortal."
"No one below level 16 can walk out of this sea."
"I'm going to decide your fate."
As Qiao Hongpo's voice sounded, tens of thousands of scarlet water bubbles suddenly burst out of the calm seabed.
Those blisters seemed to have given birth to spiritual wisdom, and they all rushed towards the Flame Turtle, forming walls of water visible to the naked eye.
"You can't hurt me. Just like eight hundred years ago, you were a level above me. Why don't you still let me run away?"
"Hey, not to mention..."
Confident, the old man said proudly: "Not to mention the trump card in my hand. When the time for half a stick of incense is up, I want to leave. Even if Qiao Wantang comes, he won't be able to keep me."
Qiao Hongpo said calmly: "Really?"
As soon as the words fell, the water wall collapsed, and the water line condensed into a sword.
She stands at the tail end of the Flame Turtle, with purple fire rising above her head.
"The original intention of me using the flowing water is to trap you."
"By trapping you, I have a chance to kill you."
"Even though the tortoise shell you were born with is comparable to a middle-grade immortal weapon, don't forget that the power of the self-destruction of the old body's soul is enough to harm the true supreme being of the world."
"I can even hurt the Supreme Being of the Realm, so what does your mere 14th-grade True Immortal mean to you?"
His tone was indifferent, and his face showed a ferocious expression.
The purple fire above the head was particularly dazzling, as if it was about to burn the ocean.
