Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 175: The King's Plan for Hegemony, a Day of Destruction

A crack appeared on Bai Zhi's beautiful face, a true Dao wound. However, she ignored the scar and used all her strength to let the blood fill the crack.

He gritted his teeth, determined to kill Du Fang in this sword formation even if it meant death.

As Bai Zhi began the blood sacrifice, countless green-gray shadows rose and fell from the Pinjian Tower, with red light swirling in their hands, and pounced madly towards Du Fang, who was entangled in red silk and unable to move.

These are the gods of the ancestors of the Longyuan Sword Sect, all of whom were summoned out by the sword formation.

Looking at the dense, endless waves of undead.

Du Fang's fighting spirit was also shattered by the sword formation:

"That's fine!"

"Even if I die, I will drag Bai Zhi down with me. My senior sister is dead, and there is nothing left in this world for me to cling to, and no one left to cling to!"

Du Fang closed his eyes, the sound of bones being crushed constantly entering his mind. Just when he was about to give up, a black and red sword light shot out from his sea of ​​consciousness and fell into the divine sword Chengying in his hand.

A desolate, ancient groan emanated from the sword.

The Chengying Sword seemed to have gained intelligence and remembered the scene of its previous owner's death and bloodshed under this sword formation.

A cold murderous aura trembled and jumped up from the sword, carrying his body and rushing into the undead.

With each strike of the sword, blue snowflakes burst forth, and the deathly aura was absorbed into the Chengying Sword. The spirit transformed and vanished.

Du Fang's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and his entire body seemed to be out of control of his brain. He was led by the murderous Mo Ling and rushed into the group of monks who were watching the sword.

At this time, there were only seventy or eighty living people in Longyuan Sacred Mountain.

This scene was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep or a mad bull entering a village. Red blood kept rising and was swallowed by the Chengying sword.

The black sword light flashed and flew across the sky, continuously slashing out with fierce murderous aura. The cultivators of the seven major sword sects, who were terrified by the killing, finally began to flee in all directions.

However, no one can escape the murderous black sword light.

Chengying seemed to be able to detect the breath of living things. He took Du Fang's body and chopped the hiding people into blood mist and sucked them dry from every corner.

In less than a quarter of an hour, nearly a hundred powerful cultivators at the seventh or eighth realm were slaughtered by Du Fang.

The entire top of Longyuan Mountain was covered with a light layer of blood mist.

Du Fang completely turned into a god of death, a bloodthirsty ancient demon god. With the sword raised, he died.

At this time, Bai Zhi was lying on the ground, her fair face was covered with blood, twisted hatred completely filled her face, and her lips were bitten so hard that blood was spurting out. The sword that Du Fang had just struck from behind her completely destroyed her Nine Realms Sword Intent, and all her cultivation was shattered into ashes.

This time, having lost the Heavenly Heart Seal and being suppressed by the Heavenly Dao's power, Lord Longyuanhuang will become a complete cripple from today onwards.

However, the demon god in front of him was completely crazy and would not let go of any of Longyuan's disciples.

The servants hiding in the attic, the sweepers, the low-level cultivators, and the ordinary people protected by Long Yuan were all found by Du Fang and killed one by one.

Leave no one alive.

In the entire Longyuan Sword Sect, there was no other living being except her and him.

A terrible thought arose in Bai Zhi's mind:

"From today onwards, will the Longyuan Sword Sect be expelled from the Nine Continents Sword Sects?"

From the time she came of age, from the time she had a master.

Two generations wanted to glorify Longyuan. Two generations' efforts, a hundred years of planning, millions of people's lives in Longqi City, and tens of thousands of disciples in the entire sword sect.

All of this is for the birth of this ninth-level sword spirit in the sword tomb.

Who would have thought.

On the day the sword spirit was born, she seized the Heavenly Heart Seal of the Great Pillar State and became the most powerful emperor in the world. Unfortunately, the way of heaven would not tolerate the existence of a monster like her.

To kill her alive.

The thousand-year-old sword sect was completely wiped off the map of Jiuzhou by this magic sword.

Bai Zhi finally closed her eyes in pain, and a tear mixed with blood flowed down her fair and beautiful face.

The screams of Longyuan's menial disciples before their death kept coming to his ears. Du Fang had been completely devoured by the immortal spirit, but this killing god refused to let anyone go and slaughtered all the people in Longyuan Mountain.

Bai Zhi slowly opened her eyes and looked at the pure white "Mohen" in the Pinjian Tower. She waved her hand gently, and the Mohen in the sword tower flew up and fell into her hand.

The predecessor of this sword was his Blood Rainbow Demon Sword, which had been with him for thirty years. Today, it merged with the Blue Emperor's Mo Hen. The day of fusion was also the day when his death knell began to ring.

There is no one left in Longyuan Sword Sect. The only thing that can help him to die is the sword in his hand.

In the past thousand years of Longyuan Sword Sect, only she and Qingdi became true emperors, but now, everything is gone, and the ambition to be king is like a short and beautiful dream.

A hundred years of planning, all in one day.

The screams have disappeared.

Du Fang pinched Chengying, his eyes full of bloodshot, staring at Baizhi.

Bai Zhi closed her eyes and stretched her slender neck:

"Wipe it off from here! I want to see my beautiful bloodstains before I die!"

Her expression was sad and regretful.

When Du Fang's sword was on her neck, Bai Zhi suddenly opened her eyes, her face was miserable and resentful, and she cried out softly:

"Junior Brother Du Fang!"

At this moment, Bai Zhi's face completely turned into Li Qingshuang's expression.

Du Fang's mind gradually became clear and his eyes became bright. He finally understood that he would never be able to get rid of the evil spirit Mo Ling in this lifetime.

When you have the will to die, this immortal body no longer belongs to you.

Mo Ling has become a part of his soul. If his soul represents kindness, then Mo Ling represents malice and killing.

Du Fang slowly knelt down and gently held the familiar and beautiful face.

This is senior sister!

Bai Zhi truly and completely merged her senior sister's soul into one, just like her own.

He cut Bai Zhi's soul into pieces, and the soul of his senior sister, which had been suppressed, finally emerged.

"Senior sister!"

Du Fang suddenly felt his face getting a little hot, and two tears streamed down his resolute face.

He hugged Bai Zhi tightly, sobbing softly:

"Senior Sister... I thought you were dead... I didn't expect..." His throat was filled with tears and excitement, and he was choked with sobs and unable to speak.

Bai Zhi patted his back gently and comforted him softly:

"I understand, Junior Brother... I... I feel the same way..."

"You're not dead... How great... I just got my revenge, I don't want to live anymore..."

When he hugged Bai Zhi tightly, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on Bai Zhi's face, and her eyes were full of the pleasure of revenge.

Du Fang, who was so happy to be reunited with his lover, didn't notice it at all.

Behind him—

Longxiong, dressed in gray, came over silently, holding two snow-white moon blades in his hands.

"Senior Sister...I...like you..."