Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Her lips were pale, and her voice was hoarse, as if she had a handful of sand in her mouth.

"Stop blocking me, let me die if I want to. Anyway, my brothers have been hoping I'd die out there, but..."

She turned her head to look at Mu Tianmiao's profile, his heroic eyes reflecting a dark red light, his tone carrying a hint of unwilling teasing.

"To think I'd die alongside a pervert like you... who's always spying on women's private parts... I'm a little unwilling..."

Mu Tianmiao was speechless. Even now, people were still calling him a pervert; he really hadn't seen anything.

But this sharp-tongued woman is right; they've only just met today and haven't even properly asked each other's names yet.

What a beautiful girl!

Let her die here?

What a joke! That's not his life motto at all!

He took a deep breath and then deactivated all his protective gear! The pale golden light shield suddenly contracted, barely protecting only the Third Prince!

His own body was exposed to the corrosive blood without any cover. In an instant, dark red blood flowed over his legs, waist, abdomen, and chest. Every inch of his skin was being corroded, and the excruciating pain was like being stabbed by a thousand blades!

The pain from every pore shot straight to the top of my head!

His body immediately fell into a life-threatening state, and the passive effect of "living towards death" was triggered!

In the moment when he was teetering on the brink of death, his spiritual power was forcibly replenished.

Without uttering a word, he channeled all his spiritual power into his right arm, maintaining the hand that was protecting the Third Prince's head. The pale golden light shield, though teetering on the brink of collapse, never shattered.

The pain had exceeded his limit, and his consciousness was constantly being pulled between lucidity and confusion. But from the Third Prince's perspective, he was completely submerged in blood.

Only one hand remained firmly held above her head, supporting the last thin layer of defense on her head.

The Third Prince stared blankly at the hand.

Her eyes gradually reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down her blood-stained cheeks.

She gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

"Damn it, you...no wonder that woman likes you...you're despicable...please stop, I beg you, stop!"

She reached out to grab that hand, but couldn't grasp anything; she was completely exhausted...

Lin Yanluo was falling wildly downwards, dragging the Sky Hammer behind her. The spiritual light on the hammerhead smashed the vines and rock walls along the way to pieces.

She didn't care about the distracted cultivators chasing after her.

The old prince of the Imperial Court, Master Huiming of Nanshan Temple, and the mysterious person who broke out of the window of the Hehuan Sect's flying boat.

Her consciousness had only one goal: to find Mu Tianmiao.

Suddenly, her divine sense detected a familiar aura.

The aura was extremely faint, hidden amidst the flower demon's violent spiritual energy fluctuations and the chaos of the collapsing secret realm, but she would never mistake it.

Guan Jiu'er!

is her!

Li Xizhao's eldest apprentice!

She disappeared for thirty years, how could she be here?

In the instant she was stunned, a black streak of light chased after her from behind, so fast that she almost couldn't catch it.

The streak of light brushed past her, flew in front of her, and then rode alongside her.

His black clothes fluttered in the wind, and a silver mask covered the upper half of his face, revealing only a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

Lin Yanluo's pupils contracted.

It's definitely this girl!

Just as Lin Yanluo was about to ask a question, Guan Jiu'er spoke without turning her head, her voice still clear and calm amidst the rapidly falling wind.

"Elder Lin, there's no time! We can talk about other things later! Let's kill that monster first! Please!"

Before she finished speaking, the black spiritual power around her surged again, and she accelerated towards the depths of the underground palace like a black lightning bolt.

Lin Yanlu cursed, "This little brat, she's still the same."

She swung the Sky Hammer behind her, unleashing the full power of her ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivation, and charged after the black streak of light.

The flower fairy is working hard to advance her cultivation level.

The Blood Pill was also regenerating at a visible speed, with the broken petals being replaced by newly formed dark purple flesh, and the entire underground palace was trembling violently as it expanded.

Above the flower demon's head, Yun Qingyao was kneeling on the writhing mass of flesh and blood, her hands gripping the Azure Frost Sword.

The sword thrust downwards again and again. Blood seeped from all seven orifices of her body; the potency of the Violent Spirit Pill had already burned away her meridians.

Every time he raised his sword, it felt like he was tearing his own bones apart.

The ethereal immortal technique had reached its limit, and the cyan sword intent flowing across the sword had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible.

She was only holding on by sheer willpower, mechanically repeating the same action.

The flower demon didn't even glance at her; those painless attacks were no different from mosquito bites to its current advancement process.

In the distance, at the corner of the wall, Yuantong was huddled up in a ball, his body covered in a thin layer of golden iron armor, being whipped around by the vines that were constantly twitching as the flower demon ascended to immortality.

His seven spiritual energy seas, which had previously been filled with domains, the Heaven-Turning Seal, and the Bodhi Spear, had been completely drained.

The golden light of Iron Shirt appeared and disappeared intermittently. Each time it shone, he breathed a sigh of relief, and each time it went out, he closed his eyes and recited a Buddhist mantra.

Then, in the next instant, it was whipped away by a vine, crashed into a stone wall, bounced back, and then whipped away by another vine.

After flicking the strings three or four times, he simply gave up struggling, took out a handful of spirit fruits he had previously plundered from his storage bag, and began to devour them.

"My goodness, the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha..."

His mouth was stuffed full of spirit fruit flesh, his cheeks bulging like a squirrel's, and he mumbled indistinctly.

"This humble monk has drunk wine and eaten meat in this life, explored secret realms and filled his pockets with spiritual fruits. So let me die. I will die a full-bodied ghost."

However, he lost control of the angle when he was launched into the air, and crashed into the last remaining rogue cultivator who was struggling to stay alive, like a cannonball.

The rogue cultivator was already disoriented by the pressure of the flower demon's advancement, and when he was hit by Yuantong, who was like a human cannonball, he immediately fainted.

Yuantong looked down as he munched on a fruit, noticing fruit crumbs still clinging to the corners of his mouth.

"Oh! Benefactor! Are you alright?!"

"This humble monk has no desire to incur bloodshed! Please don't die!"

He frantically pried open the person's mouth and stuffed half a spirit fruit inside, not knowing whether he was performing emergency treatment or feeding them.

Chapter Sixty-Two: A Miraculous Recovery

The Third Prince grasped the hand that had already revealed white bone, and wept uncontrollably.

She had seen countless dead people, soldiers hacked to pieces on the battlefield, and cultivators torn to shreds by demonic beasts.

But she had never seen anyone do anything for her, for a woman she had only met that day and hadn't even properly asked her name.

He ground his own flesh into bones!

Mu Tianmiao's arm had been completely corroded, but her pale white finger bones were still holding up the pale golden protective shield, firmly protecting her underneath!

"We've only known each other for a few hours... why are you trying to be a hero..."

Her voice was completely hoarse, and tears dripped onto his finger bones, mingling with blood as they flowed down.

Mu Tianmiao could no longer hear.

He fainted from excruciating pain, only to be resurrected from the brink of death.

In just a few minutes, he had died several times.

Each time the passive effect of "Living Towards Death" is triggered, the six-dimensional defense will permanently increase by one level, but the cultivation level will also drop one level at a time!

Golden Core Stages 9, 8, 7, and 6.

His physical body was indeed getting harder and harder, and the rate of blood erosion was significantly slower than at the beginning. However, if his cultivation level continued to drop like this, even if he survived, he would probably fall back to the Foundation Establishment stage.

In the distance, at the corner of the wall, Yuantong was prying open the mouth of a rogue cultivator and stuffing fruit into it when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a sea-blue sword light flashing in through a crack in the dome of the underground palace.

The sword light was incredibly fast, yet its trajectory was exceptionally precise. It danced around the flower fairy, each flash bringing with it a shower of blood and the flower fairy's screams!

The azure sword marks poured down like a torrential rain, slicing off the flower fairy's regenerating petals and blood essence piece by piece!

It's that move, Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens!

It's exactly the same as the one Mu Tianmiao used before!

Yuantong's eyes widened, and he was about to say, "Isn't this the same move that Master Mu just used..."

Then the sword light flashed a second, a third, and a fourth time...

His hand, which was about to stuff fruit into the rogue cultivator's mouth, stopped, and he murmured something.

"The power seems less than what Benefactor Mu did... but how come it's a continuous barrage?"

Yun Qingyao was already at her last gasp.

Her vision was already blurred, her hands gripping the Frost Sword were covered in blood blisters, and every breath she took carried a strong smell of blood.

Just as she was about to lose her grip on the sword, she caught a glimpse of a petite figure descending from the sky! And another powerful female cultivator unleashing a barrage of sword light!

Lin Yanluo carried the Sky Hammer, her killing intent surging around her like a tangible force!

Yun Qingyao recognized her!

Lin Yanluo, the captain of the Immortal Shadow Sect!

She recognized the iconic giant hammer!

Yun Qingyao used her last bit of strength to shout at that figure!

"Mu Tianmiao is inside the flower bud! Please save him!"

Lin Yanluo's pupils suddenly contracted! A flower bud!

This monster's flower bud!

The small fish were swallowed into the flower bud!

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she forcibly pulled back the Sky Hammer that she had been poised to smash out. She then flung it behind her and turned into a shooting star.

Without any defense or technique, he simply used his ninth-level Nascent Soul stage physical body to forcefully crash into the flower demon's layers upon layers of petals.

Dark purple petal fragments and foul-smelling flesh exploded all over her body!

Without even blinking, she frantically scanned every inch of the writhing flesh with her divine sense!

found it!

Mu Tianmiao's mangled body was submerged in corrosive blood... her entire body was covered in visible bones...

One arm was completely devoid of flesh and blood!

Yet he maintained the posture of raising the protective shield, firmly protecting the woman wrapped in his robe beneath him...

His aura was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, and his cultivation level had plummeted from the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage to the Middle Stage of the Golden Core stage...

Lin Yanluo's anger exploded in that instant!

These are her miscellaneous fish!

She personally refined the miscellaneous fish, using poisonous insects and dragon blood, by soaking them in a medicinal pot!

Even she couldn't bear to really ruin him, so what is this damn flower demon anyway!

She scooped up Mu Tianmiao and the woman he was protecting at the same time, and threw them at Guan Jiu'er behind her without looking back!

"Guan Jiu'er! This is your junior brother! Keep an eye on him!"

Lin Yanluo's voice trembled, not from fear, but from extreme anger.

"I'm going to tear this damned thing to pieces!"

Guan Jiu'er's eyes widened in shock!

Junior brother... Master's disciple?

She had been away from the Immortal Shadow Sect for thirty years and had never known that her master had taken on another disciple.