Spiritual Qi Recovery: I Am Back As A Fairy

The tune is fierce, and the aura of killing it generates changes the color of the world. The dark sky is like a thick pool of stagnant ink, bottomless.

Qinghui old man looked up at the cliff where Su Ze was, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking of the scene of this former fight, it took him a long time to prepare his mind, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and stepped forward tremblingly.

Plop!

As soon as he came up, he knelt down and bowed down: "Master, I am guilty! I have a damning crime!"

Huzi on the side was stunned, this old man is too cowardly, after all, he is also the patriarch of Qinghui Palace, one of the few Divine Transformation Powers in the practice world.

But... why did he call Brother Ze the military leader? Shouldn't he be a medical fairy at that time?

"If it was changed to five thousand years ago when I was in charge of the army, your Qinghui Palace's heartbreaking and heroic actions would definitely punish you to exterminate the sect."

Su Ze put down his flute and turned around with a look of mighty heaven. The peaceful aura in his body was swept away, and turned into an almost real iron-blooded aura, with murderous and decisive gazes in his eyes.

In a daze, Huzi seemed to see a general in armor who had experienced many battles, standing among thousands of troops and issuing military orders, leading the soldiers to charge into battle, invincible!

The veteran Qinghui did not defend or explain, but still knelt on the ground, grabbed the ground with his head and shouted in grief: "This subordinate is not strict in governing the clan, please punish the military master, Qinghui Palace is willing to be punished!"

In front of him, in order to rectify military discipline, the human cultivator army was driven like an arm, and he wiped out more than a dozen major sects in one go, so that the human race that was about to collapse was integrated together.

Otherwise, the scattered human race would really be wiped out by the Nine Nether tribe.

There are no jokes in the army, and the discipline is like a mountain. Wherever the military order goes, there will be no one in the army who dares to disobey.

"You old Taoist priest, you have a very correct attitude." Su Ze scolded with a smile, but his heavy mood improved.

This Qinghui is a disciple of Tianhui's old way, his personality is not as miserable as his, but he is very slippery.

If he had tried to evade the slightest just now, I would definitely not be able to forgive him lightly.

"Get up, kneel down to me when you are old, I can't afford it."

No matter how old you are, you will never grow old. You have always looked this young for thousands of years... Qing Hui opened his mouth to speak, but thinking that he might be slapped to death if he said it, he decided to utter it. in the stomach.

"Master, don't worry, I will punish Sect severely after I go back, especially the old man Lihuo, I must make him understand the seriousness of the matter, and that Chen Xuan, I..." Qing Hui began to issue a military order.

"Okay, it's just a trivial matter." Su Ze interrupted him, "There are too many cultivators who sacrificed for the human race in the practice world, but they didn't get what they deserved. This shouldn't happen. I don't want it to happen again in modern times."

"Master, what do you mean..."

Su Ze looked at him and smiled meaningfully: "Are you interested in being the Lord of the Underworld?"

Qing Hui was taken aback immediately, the Lord of the Underworld... Isn't that something that a dead person can do? Does the Army Lord still want me to die?

No, Heavenly Dao doesn't have Samsara, not even the Yin Court, where did the Lord of the Yin Division come from!

"You don't need to look at me like this, if I say yes, there will be." Su Ze looked indifferent.

In the current era, Qinghui is the most suitable candidate to be the Lord of the Underworld.

Hiss...Thinking of a certain possibility, the old Taoist Qinghui took a breath, his heart was filled with horror, and he asked cautiously: "Mr. Master... Are you really a fairy?!"

Doctor Immortal is just a title, a respectful title for the strongest person at the peak of the art of art. In this world, they never thought that an immortal could really be born.

However, Su Ze shook his head and said, "No, I will never be able to become a real fairy."

At the last moment, the state of peace of mind has been broken, how can the theory of becoming a fairy come from.

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The Lord Yellow Springs, who committed a catastrophe, did not invite the support of Yili Qingtian, and the battle between the human race and the Nine Nether demon clan was still extremely tragic.

Until one day, in front of the raging river between the two clans, a Daoist carrying a medicine basket walked up, healing diseases and saving lives along the way.

Since then, there has been a medical fairy with excellent medical skills and no external things in the human camp.

"Medical Immortal, hurry up, save my apprentice!"

"It will be very expensive for me to treat illnesses and save lives."

"No matter how expensive it is, I will cure him!"

The Changhe Sect Leader, with blood on his face and wearing a battle armor, rushed into the hut with an anxious expression, put the weak boy in his arms on the ground, and begged on his knees.

"He is only sixteen years old, and he is about to enter the Foundation Establishment. The prosperity of my Changhe Sect depends on him alone. He can't die so early. He still needs to complete the Foundation Establishment, condense the Gold Core, enter the Nascent Soul, and open the Divine Transformation!"

"This little bastard doesn't listen to persuasion at all. During the battle, I told him to hide and find the right time to make a move. If it doesn't work, don't worry about me. He just wants to make a move!"

"How dare he, he dared to take a knife to chop Gold Core during the Qi Refining period, he really wanted to kill himself..."

Changhe Sect Leader is very regretful, he shouldn't have allowed this bastard to participate in the battle. In the battle of Nutaojiang, several Nascent Souls of the human race have already died.

"Okay, it's cured."

Over there, Changhe Sect Leader, who was still chattering about it, was taken aback, "What?"

"I said, it's cured."

Changhe Sect Leader looked at the apprentice whose aura had stabilized, the broken sea of ​​consciousness had been restored intact, and the blood hole in the pierced chest was slowly healing, and he was stunned in place.

Is this the medical fairy?

In the eyes of a cultivator, the serious injury that would destroy the foundation even if it is not dead, in the hands of a medical fairy, it can be recovered in less than a quarter of an hour?

"Please pay the consultation fee."

"Ooh, ok ok..."

The Changhe Sect Leader woke up like a dream, frantically digging and digging out of the Qiankun Magic Treasures but failed to take it out, but immediately showed embarrassment, "That... I'm sorry, I've been fighting for too long, the Spirit Stones on my body The Medicine Pill is all used up..."

"Please don't worry, Immortal Doctor. When my Changhe Sect excavates the spirit mine, I will definitely give it to you with cupped hands."

Su Dingxin let out a long sigh: "This means that you want to pay on credit?"

Just now, the elixir that he used was the elixir that he had collected during the Thousand Years of travelling, and many of them were extinct outside.

There are also those self-created pill recipes, which are all painstaking efforts, not out of thin air.

The Changhe Sect Leader felt very embarrassed, Changhe Sect was also the first rank master, with a glorious number of Thousand Years, but today he couldn't even pay the consultation fee, it really embarrassed the patriarch.

He kept groping on his body, but still couldn't find anything, finally looked at the blood-stained spirit sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't dislike it, I will give this Changhe spirit sword to the medical fairy as a consultation fee..."

Su Dingxin looked at him, without saying a word, his body was full of Blood Qi, Devilish Qi was entwined, and his spirit was extremely exhausted. It was obvious that he had just gone through a life-and-death battle and had no time to adjust his breathing.

"Save your sword to kill the Nine Nether tribe." Su shook his head intently, but refused.

"I……"

Changhe Sect Leader was stunned.

"Forget it, you're not the only one who pays on credit here, you're used to it."

Following the gaze of the Immortal Doctor, Changhe Sect Leader looked at the white cloth of unknown length hanging outside the thatched shed, and was stunned for a moment, with a sense of tragedy rising rapidly in his chest.

It was filled with the list of people who came to pray for medical treatment and rescue, and the blood was used, which was densely packed and bright red.

On it, he also saw many familiar names, including life and death enemies, close relatives and friends, but most of them were nameless cultivators.

Many of them have already died in battle, and I am afraid that the medical fee will never be returned.

"Please don't worry, Immortal Doctor, we will definitely not renege on our debts! After the war is over, we will give you everything!"

Changhe Sect Leader held a cupped fist with a sword, his voice was deep and deep, and the iron and blood energy in his body broke through the sky, and his fighting spirit was soaring!

The Nine Nether demon race kills me, the heart of the human race is immortal, our cultivator should protect Kyushu with all our strength!

Changhe Sect Leader turned around and rushed into the battlefield without hesitation again, leaving only his apprentice unconscious on the bed.

But later, Su Dingxin never saw this person come back again, probably like many people, this account will never come back.