The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 217 There is still a choice
After hearing what Fairy Shaoyao said, Song Feng paused for a moment, then turned his gaze towards the figure in front of him:
"We have been friends for many years, so there is no need to say polite words."

"Since you arrived so timely this time, I'm afraid you must have already found some specific clues in the Netherworld, right?"

When he said this, Song Feng gently stroked the hairpin on his head.

Nothing was replaced afterwards.

After hearing what Song Feng said, Fairy Peony took a few steps back and then lay down in the field of red spider lilies.

And at the moment she lay back, it seemed as if there was a flower bed woven entirely of red spider lilies, setting off her entire body by the Yellow Spring River:

"Hehehe... I knew you wouldn't come to see me for no reason, Afeng. You definitely didn't come here just to see me this time."

When she said this, Fairy Peony paused for a moment, then half-lay on the flower bed, her beautiful eyes staring at Song Feng quietly:

"But I've gotten used to your behavior. If you ever say you came to see me, I'll think you've changed your personality."

After teasing Song Feng a few times, Fairy Peony paused, then looked at Song Feng in front of her with a smile:
"Okay, Feng, I'm not going to joke with you anymore. You know what, you're really lucky."

“Although the land outside the domain is mostly wild, it also has its advantages. Without the inheritance of immortals, they naturally cannot discover some secret treasures.”

When he said this, he saw a piece of mist suddenly rising from the side of the Peony Fairy, and then transformed into an illusory figure:

"This one is a sorcerer from the Ancient Elephant Kingdom. His master should have inherited the spiritual roots."

Looking at the cool and thin old man who was formed by the mist in the hands of the Peony Fairy, with talismans engraved all over his body and his body half exposed.

For a moment, Song Feng's brows could not help but slightly frown:

"Peony, is your information accurate? If they really have a spiritual root inheritance, then it will be a bit troublesome..."

Spirits are essentially extraordinary creatures; extending life, changing blood, and regenerating are just small functions of the fruits from which they were born.

If every spiritual root could be preserved, it would be enough to create an extraordinary inheritance.

There must be some sects in the spiritual world of Jiuzhou, and perhaps they are secretly hoarding the fruits of one or two spiritual roots.

But if you really look for it, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. It is much more difficult than planting a new spiritual root and then waiting for it to bear fruit.

After all, it is something that has escaped the plundering of masters throughout the ages. No one can find its trace except its own people.

Although the land of Jiuzhou is extremely prosperous, no one has ever heard of anyone actually planting a spiritual root. Even the immortal inheritance in the past is not reliable.

Because when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was rich, those spiritual roots had long been dug up by the ancestors of various immortals and taken to the fairyland.

After all, this is the current environment.

Even if they have spiritual roots, they cannot maintain them, and can even drag down a sect that truly has the inheritance of immortals.

Even with the magic weapon of immortals to suppress it, it still doesn't work.

According to legend, there was once a legend about the golden apple in the West, but I don’t know if it still exists.

This stuff is all make-believe.

If you pin your hopes on this so-called golden apple, you might as well pray to meet God.

Seeing Song Feng frowning slightly, Fairy Peony clapped her hands lightly, dispersing the phantom formed by the mist in her hands.

Then, the voice seemed a little ethereal, and seemed to carry a hint of laughter:
"Don't worry, Afeng. How can I cheat you? I've already told you that these barbarians from outside the region are just savages who don't know how to behave."

“Even if a real spiritual root was placed in front of them, they would probably think about how to cut down and store this treasure instead of cultivating it to increase their foundation.”

After mocking the wild land outside the domain, the Peony Fairy also became serious:

"Based on what I heard in the Netherworld, listening to the wind and exploring the location, observing all directions, and hearing the gentle voices of all kinds of ghosts and gods, I was able to piece together some clues."

"This sorcerer Kara is an insider of the Jindi School, a sorcerer sect. If I'm not mistaken, the spiritual root must exist in their sect."

"However, spiritual roots may exist, but as to what form they exist in, it is up to you to find them."

"After all, treasures are naturally hidden. The spiritual roots that have been passed down for so many years must be extraordinary in themselves."

After hearing what Fairy Shaoyao said, Song Feng nodded slightly:

"If that's the case, then it's not bad. After all, we have some clues..."

Spiritual roots are as terrifying as immortals' magical weapons. If they are continuously cultivated and passed down for many years, even he would have a hard time dealing with them.

After all, according to legend, apart from immortal magic weapons, the only things that can suppress a sect's strength are spiritual treasures like this.

Of course.

Because the competition in Jiuzhou is so fierce, most of the suppression tools are immortal magic weapons.

The sects that once cultivated spiritual roots openly were either wiped out or became unknown small sects of the seventh or eighth rate.

Anyway, in the eyes of the older generation of practitioners in Jiuzhou, treasures naturally belong to those with virtue.

I think this thing is destined for me.

This is basically the same routine.

Therefore, trying to obtain this spiritual root in Jiuzhou to transform oneself into a mortal, change blood, and prolong life is simply unreliable.

Seeing Song Feng's thoughtful expression, Fairy Peony looked at him very seriously, as if she was appreciating some beautiful scenery:
"With me here in the Netherworld, how can you, Afeng, be so distressed? I have already collected clues for you."

When she said this, the Peony Fairy continued:
"According to the clues I heard from observing ghosts and gods, there seems to be a pair of young people in this Jindi School walking in the spiritual world."

"If you were to go to Ancient Elephant Country, you would be able to recognize them. I believe in your eyesight."

When she finished speaking, the Peony Fairy waved her hand, looking quite graceful and elegant.

However, Song Feng seemed to be unable to see her beauty. He just nodded and thanked her:

"In that case, thank you Shaoyao. If I can get some new blood and prolong my life, I can survive for a few more days..."

When he said this, Song Feng paused slightly, then looked at the dark place in the distance.

Faintly, his ghost seemed to slowly turn into mist and became less stable:

"Now my Yin Spirit cannot hold on for too long. Next time, I will have a long talk with you, Shaoyao, by the Yellow Springs River..."

Before he could finish his words, his entire Yin spirit began to dissipate into mist.

In the blink of an eye, it had completely disappeared among the flowers of the other shore and on the banks of the Yellow Spring River.

Seeing Song Feng leave like this, the Peony Fairy was not annoyed, but just gently twisted her hair with her fingers, looking as if she was full of confidence in Song Feng:
"A Feng, my eyesight is correct. If there is anyone in the world who can become an immortal, I believe there will be no one else except you."

"I have listened to the howling of ghosts in this Netherworld for many years. I also want to go to the fairyland to see the appearance of the immortals..."

When she spoke the last part, her figure gradually turned into mist and disappeared among the many red spider lilies.

And just before she disappeared.

Faintly, the ghosts and gods in the netherworld, the eighteen levels of hell, and the myriad forests of heaven all seemed to have the voices of ghosts and gods echoing.

The sounds were dense and chaotic.

But after entering this forest of red spider lilies, it seemed as if it had turned into the nutrients of the red spider lilies.

This makes the patches of red spider lilies that were already blooming on the banks of the Yellow Springs River even more beautiful and charming.

Even among its looming petals, there seems to be a bit more charm and surprise.

……

"came back……"

He sighed softly, and then Song Feng slowly opened his eyes.

Feeling the state of his body, Song Feng couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly:
"Qi and blood, qi and blood, and qi and blood. The three flowers of essence, qi and spirit are gathered at the top of the head. Now the qi and blood have become a problem." "When I was full of energy and vigor, I could never imagine the state of my old and weak state."

"Even the Qin Emperor and Han Emperor could not overcome their desires when they were old and weak. Now it is really difficult for me to do anything..."

The three flowers gather at the top of the head, the essence, energy and spirit condense into one, and the Yin spirit jumps out, which can be regarded as a small achievement.

It can be said that there is a spiritual essence in the law.

But the problem is that he only has the ability to master the Fa You Yuan Ling, but he cannot use the Fa You Yuan Ling's abilities.

Just like before.

If he is brave and good at fighting, his skills are not inferior to others.

However, when we really try to understand the true nature of heaven and man, we find that the foundation is unstable, and ultimately it will just disappear into the wind like the underworld.

The three flowers of essence, energy and spirit gather together in two.

But the source of qi and blood is the most important thing.

This thing is life.

Although he locked his origin, his Taoism, and his Qi and blood, he only locked them.

It's the same old story. In this situation, it's okay to be brave and aggressive, but it's extremely difficult to go further.

If he cannot achieve nirvana and be reborn, rebuild his origin and his qi and blood, his rotten body will only live for a few decades at most before turning into a handful of earth.

It is easy to destroy but difficult to build?

If he were really allowed to become a great devil, stirring up a monstrous amount of blood and energy, and committing endless killings, he would definitely be very good at it.

Even if he just moves his hands a little, he doesn't know how many people he can kill.

But if you want to transform again, then this matter can be said to be the most difficult of all.

It's like living a second life again.

This kind of means can only be achieved with spiritual roots, which are rare treasures created by the heaven and earth. If it were so simple, immortals would have been everywhere on the streets.

"No... This cannot be done. If we cannot find the spiritual root, we will have to take risks and use more brutal methods."

"I hope the spiritual roots of the Ancient Elephant Kingdom really exist. Please don't let me down..."

When he spoke to the end, Song Feng's eyes sank slightly, and vaguely, it seemed as if he was hidden in the shadows.

And just as his words fell.

Faintly, there seemed to be a cold and sinister aura flashing past him.

Although it only flashed for a moment, it was very thrilling, and even the many strange things in the shadow were slightly paused.

The night is getting darker.

The old shopkeeper was lying on the counter as he did in the past, and did not return to his room to rest.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

In the darkness of the night, the many paper figures and paper horses that were originally made of white paper but without eyes were floating slightly in the cold wind.

"Wow... Wow..."

It feels like you are really walking on the ground and in the house.

In the dark, the eyes of many paper figures and paper horses, the golden boy and the jade girl, subconsciously looked towards the second floor of the backyard.

It's like observing.

"Hush...huh..."

Between the soft breaths, it seemed as if there were two streams of life constantly breathing in and out between the old shopkeeper's mouth and nose.

Those living paper figures and horses, golden boys and jade girls, maids and servants, swayed slightly in the cold wind.

Although there is no specific mouth or nose.

But it seems as if it is also competing for the breath of life that the old shopkeeper exhales.

"Herod..."

at the same time.

In a place where no one noticed, it seemed that another hair on the forehead of the old owner of the paper-making shop had turned half white.

"boom!!"

An inexplicable energy suddenly erupted.

For a moment, it not only woke up the sleeping old shopkeeper, but also frightened many paper people and paper horses, making them completely quiet.

"…What's going on? What happened?"

Being awakened from his meditation, the old shopkeeper subconsciously inhaled his own breath of life into his mouth and nose.

Then, he looked at the many paper-made objects:
“…How…how is this possible?”

When he saw the many paper-made objects, one by one they became quiet and no longer absorbed his vitality.

Even though the old shopkeeper claimed to have seen through life and death, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise at this moment:

"...Is...Is it Master?"

When he said this, he ignored his frightened heart and turned to look at the second floor of the backyard where the breath came from.

There were only two of them in the yard.

If it’s not that master, then who else could it be?
Originally, he was still wondering why the big boss of the older generation would travel without any ceremonial guard, alone, and still travel the world at such an age.

I didn’t expect that this senior master of the same generation is actually a cultivator.

Although he practiced a side door, his inheritance was not something extraordinary, just some small tricks of the lower eight doors.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he looks old.

In fact, he is only in his forties.

For so many years, his anger would be absorbed by these paper-made things every night, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of life without a future.

Just waiting for the day when I die and have nothing to worry about.

As a result, a big boss suddenly came.

And he is also a big man who can solve his own problems.

How dare he test this person?
This isn’t some senior of unknown origin; he is clearly my master’s master, my dear master’s master!
Thinking of this, he subconsciously straightened his appearance and stroked his sleeves left and right.

Then, half-bending over, with light steps under his feet, he quickly arrived at the second-floor door of the backyard:

"Master, can I come in?"

The moment he finished speaking, the lights in the originally dark room suddenly lit up.

Teng!
next moment.

I only saw that the tightly closed door of the room opened automatically without any wind, making way for the old shopkeeper:
"Cough cough cough cough... come in..."

(End of this chapter)