Chapter 808： Seek

After bidding farewell to Yuyu, Ling Xian broke into the void with his bare hands and rushed all the way to Huacheng, intending to find Hua Wanyu for a drop of Holy Spirit Water.

He remembers that when Ling Tianxiang came to save himself ten years ago, he said a word.

Sober.

In other words, Ling Tianxiang only temporarily recovered his mind for some unknown reasons and did not completely escape from the state of enchantment.

After demonizing himself, Ling Xian knew how cruel it was to get into the state of demon. There is no delusion, there is only killing in the mind, and it is completely reduced to a killing machine.

Therefore, he must get the Holy Spirit Water to let Ling Tianxiang return to normal.

This was the only thing he could do for her.

"Alas, two drops of Holy Spirit water, one drop was given to the Purple Sword Immortal Sword, making it reappear the magic power of the past. One drop was given to the Sacred Bone, enabling oneself to open the way to life, and to be born in nowhere."

Ling Xian sighed softly, looking at the direction of Huacheng, and said to herself: "No matter what conditions Hua Huan proposes, I must get the Holy Spirit water, so that Tianxiang will be completely awake from the state of enchantment."

With that said, his eyes turned firm. Then tear the space with all his strength and rush towards Huacheng.

It took him a full month to get to Huacheng.

This made Ling Xian miss the days of Jiutianyi more and more, the days of mana.

But when he entered Huacheng, he found out that today is the day to host a fancy flower feast. This made him smile at the corner of his mouth, thinking about the funny thing when he became the first male flower **** in history ten years ago.

Afterwards, he followed the crowd and walked towards the center of Huacheng.

Anyway, he has already come. He simply admired the grand occasion of the sea of ​​flowers, and then went to Hua Wan to ask for the Holy Water.

When he came to the center of the city, in addition to seeing Hua Wanyu with a gentle smile, he also met an acquaintance.

Yu Wu sleeve.

She hasn't seen it for ten years, she is still so glorious, she is so beautiful. Like the Nine Heavens Fairy, she is extraordinary and unpretentious.

Every male practitioner present had bright eyes and stared at Yu Wushou, his eyes full of longing.

"Unexpectedly, she would meet her here." Ling Xian raised a frown, and her heart turned like electricity. She instantly guessed her purpose of coming to Huacheng.

"It should be for the position of the flower god, after all, the whole world thought I was dead, and it is reasonable to re-elect the flower god."

Looking at the fairy-like noble and holy woman, Ling Xian's eyes were a little cold, and she said, "I just ask you if you've spread the news."

Ten years ago, when he knew that the key to ascension had spread throughout Yuezhou, the first object of suspicion was Yu Wushou. Because she was qualified to know the key to ascension, and she was the one who most wanted him to die.

In this way, Ling Xian does not doubt who she suspects?

"It's better not you, otherwise, don't blame me for being cruel." Ling Xian muttered, and then hid in the crowd to avoid being seen by acquaintances.

At this moment, Hua Wan on the platform spoke softly and announced the beginning of the Qihua feast.

"Now I announce that the decade-long Feast of Fantastic Flowers officially begins."

The voice fell, and a vigorous life emerged, covering the whole audience.

Suddenly, the strange flowers in everyone's hands bloomed one after another, forming a gorgeous sea of ​​flowers, attracting people's attention.

Even if Ling Xian had already seen it once, she could not help feeling a little intoxicated.

After a while or so, hundreds of thousands of strange flowers withered one after another, representing the end of this feast.

Afterwards, Hua Wan smiled slightly and said, "This is the end of the wonderful flower feast. Next, we will choose the flower god."

The voice fell, and then the scene was lively and extraordinary, and suddenly fell silent.

They all thought that ten years ago, the demon who became a flower **** as a man.

Hua Wanyue's beautiful eyes also flashed a gloom, but Ling Xian is dead, and the position of the flower **** must be re-selected. Therefore, she took out the nine-color deity flower from the storage bag, and was ready to choose the deity flower.

"It really is the **** of flower selection."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, and then converged her breath, focusing on hiding the breath of calmness.

He didn't want to be watched again, although he guessed seven cases and eighteen gates and already knew about his resurrection. But there is no need to make a stir and let the whole Yuezhou know.

After all, the key to ascension is still on him, one more thing is not as good as the other.

And just after he drew his breath away, Hua Wan contracted the singular imprints and urged Nine-colored Gods to choose flowers.

Suddenly, a circle of nine-color halo came out, covering the entire scene. The point is shrouded in the female monks in the field.

This made those nuns' eyes become fiery, but the thought in the eyes of the fairy on the high stage suddenly dimmed.

Everyone knows that the flower gods of all ages are extremely beautiful and beautiful. In other words, only the most beautiful woman in the field is eligible to be elected as the **** of flowers.

The only exception was ten years ago when a man was elected a flower god.

Looking at the entire city of flowers, the most beautiful woman is undoubtedly Yu Wushou. Other women are no less inferior to her.

Therefore, those nuns knew that they had no hope. All the people at the scene also knew the position of the flower god.

Not surprisingly, when the halo lasted for a while, it shrouded in Yu Wushou alone. She is becoming more and more beautiful against the backdrop of beauty and beauty.

Suddenly, the eyes of those men were getting hotter. However, everyone has only respect in their eyes, not a little bit of wickedness.

Because, at this moment, Yu Wushou is like a nine-day fairy, pure and holy, noble and glamorous.

Any man will feel embarrassed when confronted with her, and can not give birth to any profanity.

Therefore, despite the glowing eyes of the men, they were not greedy or lascivious. Some are just respect and love, just like looking at a noble and holy goddess.

This made Ling Xian shake her head with a smile and he suddenly remembered that Yu Wushou was his own slave. If this group of people who regarded her as a goddess knew, how wonderful the expression on her face would be.

"Interesting, the noble goddess in your eyes is my slave, which no one can dream of."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, then left the boiling square, turned and walked towards the main city.

The flower **** has been selected, and it doesn't make any sense to stay. Therefore, he intends to go to the city's main residence first, waiting for Hua Wanyue.

With Lingxian's horrifying forces today, look at the entire Huacheng. Except for Hua Wanyue, a strong infancy in the Yuan Dynasty, no one should even notice his breath.

Therefore, despite the strict security of the city's mansion, she still easily entered Huawanyue's boudoir and waited quietly for her arrival.

Time passed little by little. After about half an hour, Ling Xian heard a sound of fine footsteps.

After that, Jiao Yin suddenly sounded, full of cold and killing intention.

"Who dares to break into the main city?"

Hua Wan's face is frosty, raising his hand is a sword, the sharp sword light cuts through the sky, showing the world's edge.

Like the fairy, there is the power to cut the sky!