There was darkness in the biting and cold water. It was like entering an eternal secluded world, with no light and nothing.
It took Su Fan a long time to forcefully open his eyes. When he saw the jade pendant finally glowing faintly in the water, he felt a burst of joy in his heart.
The moment he touched it with his hand, Su Fan clearly felt the strangeness of this water. It had the same aura as peach blossom wine, but it was many times more powerful.
At least, Su Fan could feel the faint touch of the jade pendant. Whether it was life or death, Su Fan placed all his hopes on the jade pendant. As long as the jade pendant could function again, he would have a chance to restore his cultivation.
Facts have proved that Su Fan's guess was correct. The jade pendant once again worked its magic, and the jade pendant's dim light shrouded Su Fan, forming a dark gray gauze.
Without this tulle, Su Fan would have been frozen into something unknown. However, even with the help of the jade pendant, Su Fan's teeth could not stop chattering.
It's colder here than the ice lake in the Snowy Mountains, because he still had some cultivation at that time. With his cultivation at the Golden Core stage and the protection of the jade pendant, he could still exist in this holy spring for a while.
Due to the cold, Su Fan just tried his best to swim upward. Because the temperature above was relatively bearable, but after going up for a while, Su Fan found that he was completely helpless.
Although the temperature above was higher, the aura almost disappeared, and even the glimmer of the jade pendant was extinguished. Su Fan had no choice but to sink again.
This time, Su Fan chose to sink one foot, which was just right, so that the slightest amount of spiritual energy could enter his body to repair his meridians, and he could also resist the unknown cold.
Su Fan closed his eyes slightly and sat cross-legged in the water. He happened to be able to float without using any force, which made Su Fan like this place even more.
While meditating, I didn't expect that the originally peaceful Peach Blossom Creek was suffering from some kind of disaster, perhaps a disaster.
You may be able to resist disasters, but disasters are sent from heaven. You have no ability to resist at all, only death.
After the village chief heard the call, he quickly ran out of the peach grove. There was a black and silver line standing outside the peach grove. The person who made the call was probably that person.
The village chief suddenly stopped and said sternly: "Who are you and why did you break into my Peach Blossom Brook?"
The man sneered and said, "Kill someone."
The village chief was startled, not expecting such a direct answer. However, he was not afraid at all, as if he had expected this day to come.
In the darkness, the man showed a bloodthirsty smile, flicked his fingers, and a misty fireball hit the village chief. The village chief closed his eyes slightly, waiting for the tranquility before death.
Suddenly, he shouted loudly: "Sooner or later, you will be condemned by the saint and massacred..."
The fireball landed on the village chief's body, and a burst of explosions resounded through the peaceful Peach Blossom Stream.
The man snorted coldly: "Saint? The person who issued this order to massacre the village is not someone she can look up to."
After saying that, the man danced and disappeared into the peach forest in the blink of an eye. A few peach blossoms stirred up and scattered on the place where the village chief died, as if he was lamenting something.
Then, roars spread throughout the Peach Blossom Creek, wails filled the fields, and fire burned the sky, lighting up the Peach Blossom Creek red at night.
The night on the horizon seemed to have turned back to the previous evening, like the blood-red sunset, dripping on the peach blossoms drop by drop.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the wailing continued, and human heads fell one after another under the peach tree of my house, whether they were babies or old people.
Tonight the soil of Peach Blossom Stream turned red, the water flowing out of Peach Blossom Stream tonight was blood, and some people shed tears tonight.
Next to the holy spring, deep in the peach forest, a woman appeared quietly. She hid in the peach forest and watched the familiar people die one by one.
The woman suddenly laughed, silently, and said to herself: "Okay, okay..."
As he spoke, he wiped the tears from his eyes while still smiling. There was unconcealable anger in his eyes, the kind of anger that wanted to kill someone.
Even though she had never killed anyone before and didn't even know what killing was, today she knew and saw with her own eyes that the person she was most familiar with and dear to was killed.
Suddenly, there was a hint of fear in her eyes. Where she was looking, three black figures quickly ran towards her, holding a machete with still blood stains in their hands.
A trace of determination flashed across her stubborn little face, but soon she became weak and vulnerable. She was just a child, how could she fight against these extremely powerful practitioners?
She picked up a peach blossom and threw it away, and the peach tree immediately began to rotate, as if forming a certain formation that could block the three people coming over.
During the moment of blocking, the woman picked three peach blossoms again and flew out. The three of them were trapped in the peach tree and were unable to perform their skills for a while.
As the three peach blossoms flew towards them, the three of them were suddenly shocked. They didn't understand why a mere mortal child could have such power.
The peach blossoms flew down and streaked across the necks of the three people without a trace of muddy water. The three people's blood spattered and dyed the peach trees surrounding them red.
The woman suddenly cried, and finally she could cry loudly. She cried and said: "Holy girl, Peach Blossom Creek encountered such a disaster, why didn't you show up again? Are you blaming me?"
"Since you blame me, why did you give me that peach blossom? If you blamed me, you could kill me to vent your anger. Why did you sacrifice the lives of the whole village to let me understand how powerful you are?"
"Now that they are all dead, I no longer care about them, so I will just go with them."
In the quiet depths of the peach forest, no one answered her words. It was as if she was talking to herself, wailing and wiping away tears.
"Don't you want to avenge them?" Finally a kind and kind voice came out.
The woman stared blankly into the void and sneered: "Revenge? Revenge with my own strength? Forget it, no one will know about this after I die, and there will be no hatred."
"You can't die."
"Why?"
"If you die, someone else will die."
"who?"
No one answered her words, but she already understood. She smiled bitterly and said softly: "Lord Saint, what do we, Taohuaxi, owe you?"
No one answered her words, so the woman chuckled, ran to the holy spring, and jumped into it without causing any waves.
After a long time, the kind voice sighed and said: "Han Xiaoyue, Han Xiaoyue, I owe you. This is a game. If you want to do this, I will do the same. In the end, I will have to die for that person."
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Su Fan was still sitting cross-legged. At this moment, he could already go ten feet deep into the water. The light of the jade pendant became brighter and the recovery of his meridians became faster and faster.
Su Fan believed that as long as he could sit cross-legged like this for half a month, all the meridians in his body would be restored, and he might even be able to regain some cultivation.
Thinking like this, Su Fan felt extremely happy. Suddenly, Su Fan felt like a black shadow falling from beside him. He hurriedly grabbed it with his hands, but couldn't catch anything, so he had to give up. He just thought that he had been sitting cross-legged for too long and his thinking was a little confused.
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Thinking of this, Su Fan stood up, stretched his body, and took out the wine flask from his waist. Su Fan specially made her drink a lot of wine in Han Xiaoyue's cabin. At that time, Han Xiaoyue complained that the wine flask contained
Dissatisfied, Su Fan could only snicker secretly.
Thinking of Han Xiaoyue, Su Fan's heart suddenly shook, as if something bad had happened. Then Su Fan smiled and murmured: "How can there be danger in such a paradise."
Before he knew it, the childish little girl appeared in his mind, and he chuckled lightly and continued to sit cross-legged and meditate, sinking a few feet again to wait for the meridians to recover.