Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 152: Strange Magical Weapon

Lying on the table was also a Taoist priest in black.

Du Fangsuo was locked under the stairs, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He tried to extend his spiritual thoughts.

However, there was a restriction set up in the house. Countless clouds obscured the divine consciousness around the platform, making it impossible to see the man's face clearly.

Whether it was the Taoist on the stage or the man and woman standing there, the bodies of the three people were of the same size.

At this moment, in this strange house, two people were standing and one was lying, performing some strange ritual in this dark night.

Du Fang tried to completely melt his body into the soil.

On the top of Longyuan Mountain, he used this strange technique to deceive the Nine Palaces Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.

The two people in the room were at most at the seventh level of cultivation, so naturally they couldn't detect his face.

As his thoughts slid into the roof, his body suddenly trembled.

Lying on the table was City Lord Lu, Lu Wushuang.

The man and woman standing there also looked like Lu Wushuang.

The three people, their bodies and appearances are almost exactly the same.

Are these three siblings? Or is this some kind of strange, ghostly magic I've never seen before?

At this time, City Lord Lu's eyes were tightly closed. His face and head were densely packed with countless golden needles. The woman took a pack of candles from the paper maid, lit them one by one on the table, wrapped his entire body, and then sprinkled glutinous rice and gold paint on his body.

He wrapped the plumb line around his body and whispered, "Let's get started!"

The other man in black suddenly hesitated:

"After all, he is the original body of this body. If we force his soul out, will it affect this body and cause its realm to degenerate?"

The woman in black suddenly smiled strangely:

"The immortal spirit is not far away. It's the divine object that allows you to enter the ninth-level divine platform and become an immortal. Do you really want to miss it? This person has a stubborn personality. The greatest immortal fate of our lives is right before our eyes. If you want to achieve eternal immortality, tonight is the only night. If you are worried, just stand aside and watch!"

The man said, "Let's do as you say, but let's make it clear in advance that we each get half. If you take more, I won't agree."

"Don't worry, you won't lose a single cent. Let's deal with the old Taoist's soul first and turn him into ashes, then we can go after the immortal spirit!"

As soon as the words fell, the flame on the candle suddenly turned blue, and the needle tips penetrated deeper into the head that was densely packed with golden needles.

A painful groan came from City Lord Lu's mouth, but he still kept his eyes tightly closed, his face distorted, as if he could not bear the piercing pain even in his sleep.

The woman made hand gestures, her eyes rolled back, and she muttered ghost spells.

A magical scene appeared——

Du Fang saw with his own eyes a white shadow floating out of Lu Wushuang's body, twisting in mid-air in pain.

The white shadow suddenly opened its eyes, looked in the direction where Du Fang was hiding, and shouted, "Go! They can see you!"

Du Fang was stunned and hadn't reacted yet.

A sharp and thin sinister laugh came from the air.

"Since you're here, stay. The alchemy furnace and medicinal materials are all ready for you!"

Du Fang's body suddenly slid down from the wooden beam. The moment he turned back, he was suddenly stunned. He didn't know when his body turned into a flat black shadow, sticking to the beam.

Just stayed like that.

Suddenly, a cauldron weighing several thousand pounds fell directly on his head, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

The cauldron did not hold him directly, but a thin, almost transparent white mucous membrane flew out from the cauldron and wrapped around his black shadow.

The mucous membrane weighed tens of thousands of pounds, pressing down on his bones so hard that they made crackling sounds.

The woman in black gently retracted her fingertips.

Du Fang's huge body immediately flew towards her.

A gentle laugh continued to come from her mouth, and she said to the other person:

"You guessed right, the immortal spirits were indeed attracted by the blood of the great wilderness!

Du Fang's body and City Lord Lu were placed side by side.

Just now, City Lord Lu's soul was lured out by this woman, and now his soul has returned to his body and is in a state of rigid death.

At this time, Du Fang finally saw the true faces of the two men.

This man looks exactly like City Lord Lu, even the distribution of facial hair is the same.

Nose, ears, eyes, and that woman.

Du Fang would never believe it.

Two identical people were actually trying to trick City Lord Lu, and yet all three of them looked the same.

What exactly is going on?

At this time, the man and woman stared at Du Fang, their eyes filled with unconcealable excitement, greed, and ecstasy.

The look in his eyes that was so eager to eat someone was not even concealed.

The man kept stroking Du Fang's body with his rough hands, praising him:

"Is this a fairy spirit? I've only heard of it in legends, but never seen it. God is truly kind to me, allowing me to see such a divine creature in my old age!"

Seeing Du Fang almost suffocating under the pressure of the white mucous membrane, he hurriedly said, "Quickly put away your silk wrapping. If you crush him to death, it will be a big trouble!"

"Don't worry, it's okay!"

The woman collected most of the white mucous membrane into her hands, but still left some on her body.

Du Fang opened his mouth wide, wanting to shout something, but his throat seemed hoarse, and even a sound could not come out. Only then did he understand what it felt like to be a fish on the chopping board. Only when he experienced this kind of despair himself did he know how hopeless and helpless it was.

He thought of the live fish under the butcher's knife, watching the sharp blade cut into his body one by one, each cut slowing him down.

The woman took out a golden knife from the plate and gestured with it on his body. Then she asked the man calmly, "How did you know the fairies would come to us?"

The man laughed:

"Just now, during the sword fight at Longyuan Divine Mountain, someone poisoned him, and there were also sword scars from Lord Baihuang. I wasn't worried about not being able to find him, but I was afraid that he wouldn't love the blood of this ancient beast. Nothing can escape from our three-aperture exquisite magic weapon, not even a ninth-level powerhouse!"

Du Fang finally understood.

The so-called three toilets he saw outside turned into a magnificent hall, which turned out to be a magical instrument he had never seen before.

All of them are inside this magical weapon.

This was the first time Du Fang had seen such a strange magic weapon.

No wonder he was stunned just now, watching his body turn into a black shadow.

This whole house is a trap!

But why did these two people bring City Lord Lu here, use the blood of the yellow bird to lure him in, and make him look exactly like City Lord Lu?

He sighed inwardly, feeling frustrated and confused.

The black-robed man in front of her asked the woman worriedly, "Do you know how to refine immortal spirits? This is the first time I've seen it. If I get it wrong, we might never see it again in this lifetime!"