Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 285 The Emperor's Messenger

At this moment, there was no trace of flesh and blood on the hands of the black-clothed Zhiling, only pale white joints. The joints were crystal clear, like jade, completely different from the previous ghost.

The black-clothed Zhiling ignored the two of them, but instead stared at the ball of dark green flame in the darkness and said in a gloomy voice:

"Who are you? Why did you kill my disciples and even turn them into bones? You are so cruel. Aren't you afraid of retaliation from my Spirit and Ghost clans?"

A sound like a knife cutting rang out from the flames:

"To dare to impersonate the messenger of the Underworld Emperor and enter the Long Underworld Road without permission is simply courting death!"

The flame suddenly grew stronger, forming an ancient seal script.

In the seal script, a white finger pointed out and pointed at the black-clothed Zhiling in front.

Just as the black-clothed Zhiling was about to retreat, a little bit of dark-colored flame suddenly rose in the center of his heart, and the flame instantly swept across his entire body.

Zhiling groaned in pain.

"The pain of being killed by flames must be very uncomfortable!"

The black-clothed Zhiling's face was vague, and dark energy surged: "It is uncomfortable. You must be one of the four great messengers under the God Butcher - Youhuang!"

The dark green flame made no sound.

"No matter if it is true or not, today, I will prove to you arrogant rubbish just how terrifying a desperate warrior truly is after bathing in divine blood!"

The black-clothed Zhiling took a deep breath and blew out the flames on his body.

The black skin fell off completely, revealing half of the body.

Bai Zhi and Du Fang saw his strange body and let out a soft "eh" at the same time.

The black-clad Zhiling's body was cut from chin to navel. The left half was plump and red, while the right half was bloody and dry, without even skin, like half a skeleton, a pale, dead gray.

Is this the physical body of the powerful Eldar?

"So what if you've bathed in divine blood? Here, even if you possess an immortal body, you will still be slaughtered!"

The will-o'-the-wisp turned into a woman's face and spoke softly.

Zhiling in black clothes didn't say a word. Suddenly, red blood vessels appeared on the right side of his dry and pale body, and they moved all over his body. The thin blood vessels were like earthworms, staining his entire right arm.

There was only a piece of bone on his completely dry hand.

The piece of bone was bloody and glistening, and exuded a deathly aura.

Bai Zhi looked at such a strange sign and suddenly screamed:

"You...you are..."

"Do you know me?" Zhi Ling in black turned around.

"You...you are the predecessor of Huangquan Mansion, the master of the Third Ghost Hall three hundred years ago, right? How can you be a member of the Ghost Spirit Clan?

"You have a good eye, Lord Longyuan. The spirit race is a species that was born and raised, unlike you humans. After I kill this messenger, I will take you to see the real spirit race! I will use your body as a sacrifice to the sacred fire red lotus of my three tribes!"

The black-clothed Zhiling turned to look at the woman's face in the ghostly fire:

"This is the Great Nirvana Finger, the pinnacle of the Ninth Realm. With the blessing of divine power, your death under this lifelong skill of mine will not be unjust!"

"How arrogant! How dare you be so presumptuous to me!"

The will-o'-the-wisp fire suddenly dispersed and turned into countless fireflies, which floated back and forth in front of the three people.

The flames went out, and the surroundings instantly fell into dead silence and darkness.

The black-clothed Zhiling shouted loudly:

——The Great Nirvana Finger!

Du Fang suddenly felt that everything around him had lost its life, and it felt like the water in his body was about to fall out.

This dangerous aura made him subconsciously hug Bai Zhi tightly and roll into the coffin.

This coffin seems to be able to block the Taoist energy from the outside world.

In the darkness, a fingertip suddenly pierced through the darkness and pierced into the will-o'-the-wisp. At the same time, a strange smile appeared on the will-o'-the-wisp's face, and an ancient Taoist pattern covered the will-o'-the-wisp woman's face.

The black-clothed Zhiling screamed and flew out.

Blood began to fly out of his body rapidly:

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Youhuang, in this Changming space, you are protected by the True God Dao pattern. I am no match for you, but you will never get out of that temple in this lifetime!"

"Is that so? You three tribes are His Majesty's servants, serving Him for nearly thousands of years. Now you think that just by being stained with divine blood, you can open the door to the temple?"

The golden Taoist pattern changed from green to yellow, like a tight hoop, imprisoning Zhi Ling's body.

Zhi Ling screamed viciously, and as his body twisted, his two hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed Bai Zhi at the same time.

Bai Zhi's entire body was instantly tied up by two thin ropes and flew upwards.

You Huang said lightly:

"Stay, His Majesty will soon recover, and the Holy Fire Red Lotus should return to its place!"

With the sound of a knife cutting, the two white thin ropes suddenly broke, and the whole body of Zhiling in black turned into a pile of thin ashes.

Floating down from the sky.

Du Fang quickly jumped over and caught Bai Zhi. He looked at her body and asked with a worried look on his face, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" She reached into her arms.

"The Fire Lotus is still there. This person came here to find it and, by the way, wanted to absorb your immortal blood. It's a pity that such a powerful and desperate person also died here!"

"He's not dead...his body just turned to ash. How could a strong man in desperate situation die so easily!"

The knife-like sound became gentle again.

"Who are you?" Du Fang hid Bai Zhi behind him and looked at the ball of dark green ghost fire floating up slowly.

"I am your guide! One of the four great messengers of His Majesty the Underworld Emperor, Youhuang!"

Bai Zhi whispered, "Master Envoy, is this the Long Dark Road?"

"Yes, I am the guide. Someone has engraved your names on the scroll. I have come specially to take you across the Yellow Springs and into the underworld! To the divine realm."

Divine Realm——

Is the divine realm mentioned by this messenger the temple of the so-called evil god Shentu?

A voice as cold as ice floated beside my ears.

As he said this, the sound of breathing kept lingering in his ears.

Du Fang could faintly hear extremely soft breathing sounds, different from his own heavy and rough breathing and Bai Zhi's light and fine breathing.

This so-called messenger should also be an individual.

And they are real people.

At this moment, there seemed to be a person three feet away from his eyes. It was a dark figure who said that he was a guide.

"who are you?"

Du Fang couldn't help but shout.

The boundless darkness made him feel uneasy. After this shout, apart from the breathing of the three people, there was no sound at all, as if you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

The cold voice suddenly became gentle and asked:

"Do you really want to know?"

Her voice suddenly became gentle and sounded very much like a woman's.

With the words, "Do you really want to know?", the light around me suddenly brightened. Seven lights lit up silently, twinkling around me.

There were seven eternally burning lamps, each of which had newly added lamp oil, and each of them was shining with a water-colored light under the reflection of the lamplight.

In front of me was a woman wearing green clothes and a red scarf covering her face.

Her long, beautiful hair was tied into a bun in the style of a palace, and her high nose bridge lifted the veil. Even without removing the veil, one could tell that her face was absolutely beautiful, and her voice was so gentle.

The two of them didn't know whether they were in heaven or hell.