Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 232 The God of Death Descends

In the square, the Black Death Knight and the Red Judge had no time to react before another blood-red sword beam slashed down from the night sky.

Before this sword power that almost carries the aura of an emperor.

These terrifying seventh-level ghosts that frightened countless Iron Fan Sect disciples began to twist and wriggle their bodies, transforming into wisps of black air.

Emitting from their bodies was a disgusting stench of corpses.

He kept hissing, and the black gas that turned into it was like green smoke, and was all sucked into the ordinary black and red sword.

Yuan Ying was extremely surprised. For the first time, she felt a pressure she had never felt before on the body of the woman in red opposite her.

What was even more bizarre was that she absorbed the power of the dead souls. On the black and red sword in her hand, there seemed to be a strange evil energy, a Taoist magic that was far more evil than that of her own clan.

Yuan Ying did not hesitate at all. These were the elite of the ghost clan, ghosts that had been cultivated for many years. She did not want them all to be killed in front of this strange and powerful woman.

She simply waved her hand, covering the remaining evil ghosts behind her.

The figure looked coldly at the woman in red:

"Are you the Ninth Realm Sword Cultivator from the Guiyuan Sword Sect?"

The woman in red did not answer, but at the end of the square, a clear and joyful female voice suddenly came:

"You finally came!"

——It’s Du Fang

Du Fang's expression was not clear whether he was angry or calm. His expression was very calm, and he spoke slowly, word by word:

"Du Fang, a disciple of Lingxiao Sword Sect, please teach me!"

Bai Zhi happily took his arm and exclaimed in surprise:

"You've ascended again?"

Du Fang nodded. When Yu Qinghan brought him to the forbidden area of ​​Fan Zu last night, he vaguely guessed Yu Qinghan's purpose.

This true friend of his went against his father's orders and his uncle's orders, and still wanted to use the sect's magic weapon, the Lingguang Stone, to eliminate the evil spirit that had obscured his six senses.

At that time, Du Fang felt even more grateful and painful in his heart, and the two thoughts kept intertwining.

He was hesitant in his heart, having no idea how terrifying his own spiritual power was. He had no idea when the black spirit hidden deep in his sea of ​​consciousness would turn against him.

just in case……

Du Fang hesitated, and was also afraid that if things really didn't go as Yu Qinghan thought, and things took another turn, he would be doomed and would even damage the Iron Fan Sect's sacred artifact.

This not only implicates his friends, but also betrays his sincere heart.

When I was possessed by the devil, I cut off his right arm and stabbed him with a sword on Lancang Mountain. I felt very sorry for this stranger.

And now, if he destroys the other person's fan ancestor, perhaps the Iron Fan Sect disciples, clan elders, wife, daughters and family members will all be implicated by him.

So Du Fang was extremely reluctant. He would rather take Bai Zhi with him to look for that glimmer of possibility among the ninth-level divine weapons.

However, Yu Qinghan thought that Du Fang was being distant, so he forcibly lifted him up.

He was in pain and felt guilty. He was in pain because at that moment, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart, hoping that the Fan Ancestor could really free him from this immortal body.

I feel guilty, but also for the sake of this friend.

He didn't want to, and couldn't, fall into depression and injustice. The struggle in his heart was expressed painfully on his face.

So, things really turned out to be the irreversible scene he least wanted to see:

The three divine bodies of the Iron Fan Gate ancestors in the middle of the Fan Ancestor were devoured by the fairy spirit, but instead her divine body was healed again, and the fairy flower became more intense.

Yu Qinghan had good intentions but ended up doing something bad, making a huge mistake that was irreversible.

This body is also completely controlled by the immortal spirit.

Du Fang's soul was suppressed under Shenxi.

After absorbing the Nine Realms Imperial Artifact, his sea of ​​consciousness, as well as the blood soul power of the three divine bodies, had turned completely blood red and transformed into a sea of ​​blood.

From this moment on, Du Fang finally understood everything.

Why is it that the more the immortals kill, the stronger their power becomes? The blood soul power and the power of living beings stored in all imperial weapons will be absorbed by the immortals, making the flower souls bloom more beautifully.

The more gorgeous the fairy flower soul is, the greater the fairy magic power will be.

Du Fang clearly saw in his sea of ​​consciousness that the three ninth-order divine powers completely healed the injuries of the immortal spirit. The black divine power became more complete and brighter, turning into pure white, and the black light in the red light became more vigorous.

When he saw that the immortal's Yin body had almost condensed into shape and was sitting again in the Shenxi, with its strange eyes opened, it wiped the corner of its mouth with satisfaction and sneered contemptuously at his soul.

Du Fang knew that everything was over.

His destiny is about to come to an end. What the headmaster Xuanji Zhenren and senior sister Li Qingshuang once predicted, that he would eventually be possessed by an immortal spirit, has now been confirmed to be a fact.

Du Fang sighed softly, and when his soul was about to die, he said softly to the fairy:

"Don't harm innocent people..."

That was the only bit of kindness he had left.

Mo Ling sneered:

"You are nothing more than an ordinary, an outer disciple of Lingxiao. I am a demon spirit born from the saint of heaven and earth. From today on, the immortal spirit will rise again and ascend to the emperor realm. When I leap to the peak of the ninth realm and complete the seventh level of transformation, there will be no rivals in this Qingxuan Continent. I will suppress your soul under this divine power and watch everything be destroyed before my eyes!"

It's all over!

Du Fang only felt that his soul was very empty and cold. Just when he was about to fall asleep completely, suddenly, a very light and subtle voice came into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Fang'er..."

Du Fang woke up suddenly. Whose voice was that?

"Father?"

He called out softly, but no one answered. Du Fang clearly heard someone calling his name.

The scene that I had seen countless times in my dreams reappeared in my sea of ​​consciousness.

The spirit of fortune that inherited a sixty years of immortal energy fell on his hometown, Dujiakanzi.

The mouse with blue eyes ran into his arms.

He and his elder brother Du Chuan watched with their own eyes as their father was dismembered alive by the celestial dragon Long Xiong, and the dismembered father was made into a vase and flown away.

At that time, I didn't understand why Long Xiang would take a fancy to my father.

Now I finally figured it out.

All of this is because of the magical mouse in my arms.

The mouse he named Wang Er.

This rat was different from all other rats. Besides its love for stealing sesame oil, it usually just slept. And the most amazing thing was that no matter how it fought, it would just sleep.

This rat is like a stubborn stone that has existed for eternity.

Ordinary magic can't hurt it at all.

Logically speaking, when Lord Baihuang slashed him with those swords, all life in his body would have been killed, but this Wang Er was like an alien creature from heaven and earth.

Never affected by the sword energy of the mortal world.

A very bold idea came up:

"Could it be that the spirit of destiny that brought sixty years of luck possessed this rat, causing it to suffer the disaster of extermination?"

Because my father happened to come in through the door and was contaminated by its scent, Longxiong made him into a vase.

Du Fang immediately thought of that night again:

When his throat was raised with a scream due to witnessing the tragedy, a blue light flashed in Wang Er's eyes. With Long Xiong's cultivation level that was close to the ninth realm at that time, it was impossible for him not to see the mortal who had not yet entered the Tao.

And it was this blue light that saved the two brothers.

Even with Long Xiang's terrifying cultivation level, he couldn't see where he was hiding.

It’s because of this spirit of luck.