Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 897 It’s too late if you don’t leave now
How did Tu Wentian know that Baihua Valley was the Death Valley?

Now let's not talk about the fairy grass, he is not very sure whether he can solve the crisis at hand.

Just as he was thinking about it, a few more weird smiley flowers as big as a human face flew towards him.

Have you ever seen a flower that can leave its branches and fly alone? Tu Wentian has lived for so long, and this is the first time he has seen it.

When I came to Penglai Island forty or fifty years ago, why didn't I find such a dangerous place and such a weird flower demon?

The smiling flower demon let out a harsh laugh and looked at them with a strange look on his face. Zhuang Wanqin's scalp went numb. At this moment, a smiling flower demon noticed her, and after a piercing scream, it "clucked" Flying towards her quickly.

Seeing this, Zhuang Wanqin threw out a defensive talisman.

This defensive talisman was drawn by her master as a reward for her outstanding performance in the sect competition half a year ago, but she has never been willing to use it.

Fortunately, it was useless. This defensive talisman blocked a fatal blow for her, and also seriously injured a smiling flower demon.

Not long after, Tu Wentian also killed one.

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, dozens more smiling flower demons appeared out of thin air, and the fight was endless, impossible to finish.

The smiling flower demons that came out from behind were each more powerful than the other. Ye Benming was accidentally stung by the poisonous thorns on the flower stalk of the smiling flower demon. He felt dizzy instantly and his off-white skin quickly turned purple.

"This flower demon is highly poisonous. Please be careful not to get stung by it."

The flower demon's smile that stabbed Ye Benming became even bigger. The smile that was originally as big as a face plate has almost doubled in size visible to the naked eye, maybe because it sucked human blood.

Before he could take a breath, Zhuang Wanqin screamed. This time it was not his upper arm that was scratched, but his delicate face was scratched by the flower demon.

Something strange happened, the flower demon's smiling face turned into that of Zhuang Wanqin.

The "chuckling" laughter made their hair stand on end.

Zhuang Wanqin's face had swollen into a pig's head. The most incomprehensible thing was that the face of the smiling flower demon that stabbed Zhuang Wanqin was also swollen like Zhuang Wanqin's face.

Zhuang Wanqin felt like he was going crazy.

The stinging pain on her face reminded her that if she continued like this, she might be disfigured.

The kind that no panacea can save.

"Master, Master, let's get out of here, it's too scary!"

Zuo Yuan: "There were many dangers when I went to practice in the past, and there were even more dangerous situations than this. Now that I have come here, how can I give up easily?"

It's about the sect's rise, how could we just give up?

"How can this be compared? Master and junior sister's life is already hanging by a thread. If I delay any longer, my face will be ruined. The sect should put its disciples first and cannot ignore our life and death!"

Zuo Yuan looked bad and was about to scold him when Tu Wentian stopped him.

He said: "How can our Fengqing Sect ignore the life and death of our disciples? But you know the situation in the sect now. There are fewer and fewer elixirs available. In recent years, we have recruited many disciples. We have to pay for food and clothing." , all need money, and the sect also has its own difficulties. But all this is because there are no outstanding disciples in the sect. If we can improve our cultivation in a short time, we can find it ourselves without the resources allocated by the sect. "

Like now.

In the past, when Zhuang Wanqin heard this, his heart surged, and he felt that the heavy responsibility for the rise of the sect rested on their shoulders.

But when he thought that he was about to be disfigured, he couldn't listen to anything.

Zuo Yuan: "Zhuang Wanqin, it's just an injury. We are not mortals, and the wounds will not leave scars." Bi Yong also said: "Junior Sister Zhuang, what matters more is your face or your life, the flower demon has flown over again."

"I don't want to die here. Don't come over, don't come over at all!"

Zhuang Wanqin took a long whip and hit the smiling flower demon closest to her. The smiling flower demon nimbly avoided it, moved like a snake, and flew to Zhuang Wanqin in the blink of an eye. Distracted by her mid-level strength, she attacked this flower. The demon is helpless.

She never thought that one day, she would not be able to defeat a flower demon.

The angrier he got, the easier it was for him to reveal his flaws. Zhuang Wanqin's psychological defense line, which had been attacked by the flower demon, completely collapsed, and the long whip in his hand had no power at all.

Not long after, the flower demon's nearly two-inch flower thorn heavily cut a long gash on her right arm, and blood almost spurted out.

The Great Elder Yan Shan couldn't bear it, so he flew in front of Zhuang Wanqin and threw a bottle of pills to her: "Stop the bleeding first."

Zhuang Wanqin's eyes were red and his rationality returned: "Thank you, Great Elder."

She was Zuo Yuan's second disciple. Seeing that she was injured like this, her own master only talked about the righteousness and did not take any action to protect her as a disciple. On the contrary, the great elder came to help.

Looking at more and more smiling flower demons and Deng Suyun whose breath was gradually weakening, Yan Shan finally said: "Master, I risked the lives of several disciples for a few plants of fairy grass. I don't think it's worth it, so I'd better go back." Bar."

"Elder Yan, do you also want to shake the morale of the army?"

"Elder Zuo, it's not that I'm shaking the morale of the army, but that I should recognize the reality. Think about it, if the fairy grass is so easy to get, why has no one taken it away for so many years?"

"That's because they don't know the existence of ambrosia."

"If you want to say that the Five Sects and Ten Halls don't know about fairy grass, then forget it. There are so many disciples from the Ten Sects, and they don't know how many people go to Penglai Island every year?"

Another flower demon attacked. After the two of them fought it off, Zuo Yuan glared at Yan Shan: "What do you mean by this?"

Yan Shan glanced at Tu Wentian: "You actually know what it means, but you just don't want to admit it. If you want to obtain cultivation resources, this may not be the only way. The lives of the disciples are still important."

What matched Yan Shan was Shen Huai's muffled groan.

He was also injured.

Seeing Shen Huai injured, Tu Wentian began to waver.

Shen Huai is Yan Shan's eldest disciple and also the most qualified disciple in the sect besides Qiao Jiyang who is currently in seclusion.

If something happened to Shen Huai, the sect would suffer huge losses.

Yan Shan's heart was clenched. He protected Zhuang Wanqin and stood in front of Shen Huai, allowing him time to get the elixir to stop the bleeding. This was his most proud disciple and he must not be left here.

"Master, if you don't leave, it will be too late."

After Shen Huai took the elixir, he saw a group of people not far away. He said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid it's too late."

In this brief moment of hesitation, they were already surrounded by smiling flower demons.

Fighting alone, the flower demons are no match for them, but there are so many of them that no matter how good you are, you can't beat them with just two fists.

Tu Wentian's heart sank, and he finally gritted his teeth and took a Gu Yuan Dan.

The Guyuan Pill melted in his mouth, and the potency of the medicine gradually increased. His cultivation also began to rise, and he stopped at the early stage of the Mahayana stage. With overwhelming momentum, he repeled the swarming flower demons.