Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 136: Sword Slaying Ghosts and Gods

The red-clothed witch flashed and suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight. At the same time, the six witches disappeared at the same time.

Du Fang didn't move.

King Chujiang suddenly waved his hand and looked towards the empty space behind him:

"Ghost, if you dare to snatch it away, don't blame me for turning hostile!"

As a black gas emerged from his hand.

Six people in red appeared at the same time, and this time they surrounded the four of them in the middle. Four people stood in four directions, one above and one below, exactly six people.

The Wheel King suddenly laughed heartily and said, "Amitabha, today we, the Ghost Halls, are reunited. It can be considered fate. Today, we were the first to discover the traces of the immortals, so we sent you a warning. I didn't notify the bastards from the Puppet Hall..."

He is still trying to make friends.

King Chu Jiang snorted coldly:

"We made a blood pact when we entered Wushuang City. If I hadn't spread the plague, you wouldn't even be able to find the immortal spirit now!"

Du Fang finally said impatiently: "Are you guys done talking nonsense? If you are done, then come on together. I have to hurry up!"

As he spoke, his long black hair, like a cocoon, was ignited by the blood-red energy, and a hissing sound of oil oozing out was immediately heard.

All the hair on the witch's body turned into ashes and flew into the air.

The ghost woman was surprised and asked, "What is this?"

King Chujiang suddenly stepped back: "Why do I feel the breath of a fairy taking shape?" He suddenly looked at King Lunzhuan behind him and shouted:

"Second Brother, didn't you see clearly? How could this immortal spirit, which hasn't yet taken shape, have the aura of an emperor?"

The Wheel King wondered, "I don't know either!"

At this moment, Du Fang's eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of blood red.

A very familiar feeling once again occupied his sea of ​​consciousness.

It was the same familiar feeling at the top of Lingxiao Mountain. Du Fanggang screamed, "Get out of here!" Suddenly, a sharp black light flew out from between his eyebrows and fell onto the golden holy sword in his hand.

The brass-colored blade of the Golden Holy Sword immediately changed into a black and gold aura.

An ancient and desolate groan emanated from the sword.

A sharp murderous intent leaped from the sword, carrying his body and stabbing the witch in the middle.

The witch who entered the seventh realm suddenly disappeared, but the golden holy sword pierced into the void, and a blood flower burst out directly in the sky.

This concealment technique left no room for escape under Du Fang's sword.

A dignified seventh-level ghost cultivator couldn't even block a sword.

At the same time, the clothes on the red-clothed witch's body quickly shriveled and she became thinner. A virtual soul in her head was sucked into the golden holy sword along with the black blood around her body.

The black was richer and darker.

In the blink of an eye, the witch's body was sucked into a thin leaf, withered, yellow and charred, and fell directly from the sky.

The other five red-robed witches roared in anger when they saw their leader being stabbed to death. In an instant, the black silk on the red-robed witch's head suddenly grew in the sky.

One zhang, two zhang, three hundred zhang!

The sky above the entire Wushuang City was immediately covered by pitch-black hair, turning into a black, shining, undulating sea of ​​grass.

However, Du Fang's expression had begun to change. His beard disappeared, his skin became smoother, and the golden holy sword in his hand also changed.

The golden light was contaminated and shrouded by blood.

The originally golden sword body completely turned into black and red, and a sharp murderous intent emanated from his body.

King Chujiang looked at this horrifying scene, flew three hundred feet away, and shouted:

"Sacrifice the immortal weapon quickly!"

Du Fang squinted his lips and laughed sinisterly:

"You guys forced me to do this, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Suddenly, the sword swept across, and the black and red sword light surged to thousands of feet. All the black grass sea was immediately ignited by the majestic blood energy carried by the sword.

The sky above the entire Wushuang City immediately became a sea of ​​fire.

The five witches in red screamed and ran away at the same time.

They came here in high spirits and had originally thought that it would be easy for nine seventh-level warriors to kill an unformed immortal.

I didn't expect the information to be wrong.

Du Fang's immortal body already carries the majestic energy of the peak of the eighth realm.

The red-clothed witch screamed, "You three old things, framed me..." As soon as she finished speaking, her body was cut in half, and her entire body began to shrivel rapidly.

Every time Du Fang swung his sword, a ghost woman fell.

Five yellow leaves, drained of moisture, fluttered down.

At this time, Du Fang was simply possessed by a demon. His whole body began to become out of control, but the sword in his hand seemed to have intelligence. It was like a bloodthirsty and soul-devouring magic sword, constantly slashing these powerful figures of the ghost world with its sword.

In less than a quarter of an hour, King Chujiang was the only one left on the scene.

King Chujiang was trembling all over, staring at the demon in front of him with fear. Ever since he started practicing Taoism and sacrificed his human body, he had never seen such bloody killings and such domineering and powerful sword intent.

No matter it is blood or black shadow, it only takes one sword to kill someone.

These ghost cultivators of the seventh realm who usually don't appear in the world are well-known and powerful figures wherever they are.

But at this moment, the cultivator of the seventh realm, under this terrifying immortal power, was like a slaughtered cattle and sheep on this person whose gender was indistinguishable.

There is absolutely no difference.

Killing a powerful person in the seventh realm is as easy as stepping on an ant.

Du Fang, overwhelmed by murderous intent, sneered fiercely, staring at his face, and his voice became sharp:

"Don't you want the power of the immortal spirit? Come, I'll give it to you!"

At this moment, it seemed as if the blood demon had taken over his body, occupying his entire body, and the crazy killing continued.

When King Chujiang saw him approaching, he immediately retreated three hundred feet and threw out the eighth-level artifact in his hand, the Green Plague Seal.

Green smoke immediately enveloped the space.

At the same time, King Chu Jiang made a move, and the green light net above the sky and earth pierced down countless light curtains, binding Du Fang's body at the same time.

The two eighth-level artifacts gave King Chu Jiang countless confidence.

Du Fang looked at the net falling from the sky, and suddenly screamed like a banshee's howl, and the black sword light directly pierced through the net.

His body immediately dropped downwards again, and all the green smoke was sucked into the sword.

Du Fang moved sideways three thousand feet, his body incredibly fast, like lightning, and King Chujiang didn't even blink. A black and red sword light suddenly pierced his back and came out from his chest.

Du Fang stood in front of him and said in a sinister voice, "I'm giving you the power of the immortal spirit now, you must hold on!"

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He pointed at the center of King Chujiang's eyebrows.

Chu Jiangwang suddenly discovered with horror that his body was swelling up like a ball, and his head was getting bigger and smaller.

The surging blood and energy of the immortal completely burst his entire body.

Before his death, King Chujiang roared miserably and cried out:

"No…………"

His body was completely blown into blood-red black air, and all these black threads were sucked into the sword.

The world was solemn, and Du Fang's body floated back into the flower hall of City Lord Lu.