Chapter Twenty-Five: Flowers Fall Dust

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  The flower fell, and the dust god's complexion was warm and gentle, his tone was moving, and his gestures made Xiaozi feel a feeling that neither Murong Xue nor Zhang Hao had, which made her very happy.

  She smiled and looked at Huā Lù Chén saying: "Little woman, called Xiǎo Zī, is a disciple of the Red Dust Sword Sect, good sister flower!"

  Song Qing Shan sneered at the two, his right hand reaching into a cyan-colored cloth pouch by his waist. A moment later, he stretched out his dark, large hand, bent his fingers and snapped them, and a fine white thread flashed through the air.

  A faint fragrance wafts from all around.

  When casting Soul Confusion Spell, use it with Soul Confusion Incense for guaranteed success.

  He saw him pinch a spell with his hand, and strands of dark flames rose from his index finger.

  Xiaozi and Hua Luocheng simultaneously took out their magical instruments and became vigilant as they saw Song Qing Shan's actions.

  "Hua Luo Chen Qing shouted in a stern voice, 'Song Qingshan, what are you trying to do?'"

  Song Qingshan's one eye gleamed as he glanced around and said, "What are you all staring at? Someone is about to arrive, I need to set up a concealment spell!"

  The two of them listened and both used their divine sense to investigate far away.

  Song Qingshan took out a few sheets of yellow paper with cinnabar, and ignited them with the hidden fire between his fingers.

  A burst of flames, a thick smoke rose, and the yellow paper turned into ashes scattered everywhere.

  Song Qingshan's hand quietly shot out several pieces of Ling Stone from different directions, falling into the surrounding dense forest, quietly setting up an ordinary hiding array. Although these low-grade first-class Ling Stones could only support about half a time, it was almost enough.

  A faint fragrance, as if it were there but not quite, wafted over, blending with the scent of the surrounding grass and trees, so that neither of them noticed.

  Only Golden Toad suddenly puffed up his cheeks and let out a series of urgent croaks.

  Quacking sounds seem out of place, behind the golden whirlpools one by one golden slender golden light, flashing and absorbing the fragrance in the air quietly.

  Huā luò chén yì shí dào le shén me, zhè xiāng wèi shì rúcǐ de ràng rén chén zuì, chū shí bù jué zhī, xiàn zài yǐ jīng wǎn le, tā shén sè dà biàn, tái tóu xiàng Sòng Qīng Shān wàng qù, Sòng Qīng Shān zài yě bù xū yào yǐn xiǎo, lěng xiào zhe kàn zhe liǎng rén, kàn zhe Huā Luò Chén liǎn shàng fú xiàn de hóng yún, zài yě bù zhù bù dé fàng sì de hā hā dà xiào qǐ lái.

  Hahaha... How's the taste of this soul-stirring incense? He laughed wildly, his head tilted to one side, staring at the two with his one eye.

  Hua Luochenshen's body had already gone limp, and Song Qingshu hastily took out a large black cloth bag from his waist. With a flash of movement, he covered Hua Luochenshen with it first.

  Huā luò chén quán shēn ruǎn mián wú lì, shén zhì suī rán qīng xī, dàn shì zhè mí hún xiāng shì zhuān mén mí rén shén hún, ràng rén shí hǎi lǐ de shén hún hūn hūn chén chén, líng lì wú fǎ yùn zuò, shì zhuān mén yòng lái mí huò wèi tū pò jīn dān xiū zhēn de yī zhǒng mí xiāng.

  "Bad guy!" Xiaozi cursed weakly and fell off Jin Chan.

  A large black cloth bag swung over, covering Xiaoyi.

  Jīn chán's body suddenly inflated like a balloon being blown up, rapidly expanding at this moment.

  A figure like a ghost suddenly appeared, with sword light flashing everywhere, as if a group of stars had descended.

  The sword's edge swallowed and spat out the sword's tip. Rip! Rip! The sound of tearing through the cloth bag. The fallen flowers tumbled out from inside the cloth bag.

  She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her. A pair of dark, beautiful eyes seemed to overflow with warmth, as he called out softly: "En Gong!"

  Song Qing Shan hastily retreated several steps in disarray.

  She raised her eyes and sized up the man who suddenly appeared in front of her.

  The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slender build, wearing a snow-white Taoist robe, holding an ordinary wooden sword in his hand, with a pine wood hairpin inserted at an angle on his head, and his black hair hanging down from his shoulders like a waterfall. His eyes shone brightly like stars, reflecting a cold killing intent, and there was a hint of disgust in the corners of his eyes, as if he were looking at a dead person.

  What? You want your spirit stone back?

  It was Zhang Hao who came, and after receiving Xiao Qianhe, he happened to meet Zhang Yuefeng who came to visit. Zhang Hao asked many questions in a hurry and knew that Xiaozi would definitely come to Wolong Ridge, so he rushed over in a hurry.

  Big brother, how did you come here? Xiaozi looked at Zhang Hao's hand holding a spiritual stone, leaned in to take a closer look, and furrowed his fine black eyebrows.

  Song Qingshan couldn't quite get a read on Zhang Hao's abilities, and as someone who was also in the Condensing Pulse stage, his spiritual energy seemed unfathomably deep. But this guy looked too young! In this desolate region, there was the Heavenly Dao Edict of the Old Man of the Heavens, which prohibited disciples of the Ten Schools of Cultivation from entering this low-level cultivation realm to slaughter and plunder.

  "If he weren't a disciple of the Heavenly Wasteland Sect, things would be much easier to handle! But who is he? His sword move is extremely strange!"

  Song Qing Shan was filled with doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out. This guy had no reaction to the Soul-Confusing Incense at all. He was just a cultivator of the Condensing Pulse stage, and although he couldn't win in a fight, running away shouldn't be a problem. Thinking this way, he gradually relaxed.

  Zhang Hao saw Song Qing Shan's one eye and examined himself for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, ignoring his own question.

  Could it be that he's afraid of me? I'm still afraid of him, Zhang Hao thought to himself, but he absolutely couldn't show it, after all, he had countless experiences of bloody battles in the game.

  This kind of thing, at first a bit nervous, a bit stage fright, but if you do it several times, you'll get hooked.

  Can't be fake, absolutely can't be fake! Think back to the good old days when I was alone with my sword, charging into the Pure Sun Palace and killing those stinky Taoist priests who were so scared they peed their pants. Although this isn't a game, I absolutely cannot be fake.

  The atmosphere felt a bit strange, Zhang Hao continued the pre-PK habit in the game and asked: "Are there any more spirit stones? Take them all out and put them here, whoever wins takes them away!" As he spoke, he casually tossed the six first-class spirit stones in his hand onto an empty space in front of him.

  Looking at the six first-class spirit stones in Zhang Hao's hand, a hint of anger appeared in Song Qing Shan's single eye. The formation he had set up, no wonder it hadn't been successfully activated all this time, these spirit stones had all ended up in this guy's hands. He would throw one out and this rabbit would pick one up, and even lost one ordinary stone without spiritual energy to make him desperately sense it.

  At this moment, he didn't dare to get angry randomly, took out six first-class spirit stones from the green cloth bag by his waist and threw them over.

  At this time, a lazy voice came from the opposite side: "Bring out the third and fourth products! Don't hide them all!"

  I'm talking about all of your spirit stones and all of mine, this is a fair PK.

  Song Qingshan only now understood what it meant to have a thick face, and what did PK mean? He had never heard of it before, and how did this guy know he had third-grade spirit stones and fourth-grade spirit stones, which was also too unlucky!

  As his fingers touched the spirit stone in the pouch by his waist, Song Qingshan suddenly realized something and cursed: "You despicable thing, why do you only get one first-rate spirit stone, while I want three and four first-rate spirit stones!"

  Zhang Hao smiled and looked at Song Qingshan's big, round eye and his chin with a inverted mustache, and said gently: "Because you're ugly!"

  Song Qingshan was enraged, shouting loudly and jumping up and down. "You little beast, let me teach you a lesson!" He clenched his fists, and the flying sword behind him suddenly emerged from its scabbard.