Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 341 Ying Snake

"Of course. If Lord Baihuang hadn't appeared, the world would never have known that Jiuzhou actually had the technique to refine immortal spirits!"

Mo Qingfeng sneered: "Even a monster like you knows the secret of immortal spirit refining!"

The woman chuckled softly, "Great Sword Immortal, you don't know that the fusion of swordsmanship and the immortal body is the pinnacle of the Nine Realms, a leap to the ultimate realm. It is a realm that many powerful people dream of. Even the Human Emperor who once slashed through the Immortal Realm was only at this level!"

"You mean, Longyuan's Lord Baihuang has made a breakthrough and his cultivation level is comparable to the former Human Emperor?" Mo Qingfeng frowned.

This news was obviously more explosive than the previous one.

The woman chuckled sinisterly, "A desperate warrior of our clan, fifteen years ago, was stained with the blood of a true god. Three months ago, in Scarlet Sky City, he took a blow from Lord Baihuang. Guess what happened?"

"Is he dead?" Mo Qingfeng asked.

"Yes, he's dead. One of the most powerful warriors of the three clans in Jinghai, the Ancestral Dragon Venerable of the Demon Clan, was completely annihilated by a single strike from Lord Baihuang, leaving not even a trace of his soul behind!"

Mo Qingfeng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

This news was so shocking, far beyond his imagination.

The ancestor dragon of the demon race, Yuan Feng, has been the leader of the Jinghai East for nearly two hundred years. His cultivation has already reached the third level of the immortals. Fifteen years ago, when he pulled out the Pillar of Creation, he was stained with the blood of the God Slaughterer.

He actually died without even catching a single sword strike!

Mo Qingfeng suppressed his excitement and tried to keep his tone calm: "So you knew the secret of her enlightenment and targeted my brother Du Fang?"

"Hehe, everyone knows that Lord Baihuang was once a worthless person. But after he seized the immortal body of that little Taoist priest, his cultivation skyrocketed. In just fifteen years, all the sword cultivators from the five continents of the Southern Territory were sincerely convinced. Even a fool could predict such a fortuitous event!"

"Then you've got the wrong person. My brother Du Fang is no longer an immortal!"

Mo Qingfeng said calmly,

"Of course we know, but he has the secret of refining immortal spirits. The immortal spirit flower of this life has been calculated by a master. It will appear in the sea of ​​​​boundaries within three days!"

"You have such a big appetite. You want my brother and the immortal spirit of this life as well. Are you trying to create another Lord Baihuang?"

The woman, Luo Luo, laughed. "The Heavenly Emperor has cut off all cultivators' paths to ultimate enlightenment, but this alternative method of achieving enlightenment has already been demonstrated with great success by others. With Lord Baihuang's example, who wouldn't be jealous of those who are stuck at this bottleneck?"

Mo Qingfeng said calmly, "Even if you're jealous, you still have to fight for it with your strength. Do you think you, a great demon in the eighth realm, have the strength to fight for such a great opportunity?"

"I don't, but my sister does!"

Mo Qingfeng stared at the woman with a sword-like gaze: "Are you a celestial snake or a mole?"

The woman smiled coquettishly, threw him a seductive glance, twisted her body, and said in a soft voice, "I'm known as Sanniang in the streets. Just call me Gongsun Sanniang!"

"evildoer!"

Mo Qingfeng put his fingers together with his sword and was about to attack when suddenly a crane cry was heard in the sky.

Under the pale blue sky, a snow-white crane flew down from the sky, circled in front of the thatched cottage, turned around and flew back to the sky. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a white dot and disappeared in the air.

Mo Qingfeng's eyes blurred, and in front of him there was a middle-aged woman in white.

"Miss!"

Gongsun Sanniang bowed and kowtowed to the middle-aged woman.

Although this middle-aged woman is not very beautiful, her intellectual temperament makes her exude a kind of divine aura.

Mo Qingfeng stared at her for a long time before he said, "Should I call you Sister Gongsun? Or Aunt Gongsun?"

"You don't have to shout anything. I'm here to get that rat skin!"

As soon as the word "rat skin" came out, Mo Qingfeng's expression suddenly changed.

Sister Gongsun said calmly, "That young Taoist priest named Du Fang came to your place three years ago, didn't he?"

"He has been here. He's my brother!" Mo Qingfeng did not deny it.

"He transformed here with you and left behind a rat skin, right?"

"Yes!" Mo Qingfeng answered quickly!

The person opposite him was straightforward and spoke directly, so he was too lazy to talk too much.

"Then please give me this skin. I can use it!"

Mo Qingfeng finally smiled: "You want to use the smell of this shed skin to find my brother?"

"Yes!" Sister Gongsun did not deny it.

"You're so straightforward, but unfortunately..."

"It's a pity that I don't want to hand it over, and I'm too lazy to hand it over!" At some point, a rusty long sword appeared in Mo Qingfeng's hand.

Sister Gongsun finally sighed, "It seems we have no choice but to fight. My cultivation is not as good as yours, so you wouldn't mind if my three siblings and I attack together?"

She said it so naturally and calmly.

"No problem! Go ahead and do it!"

Mo Qingfeng slowly raised his sword.

"Second brother, come out. When third sister showed up, the great swordsman had already smelled your breath!" Sister Gongsun took a look at the three lit incense sticks on the stone table.

The incense stick is almost burned out.

The soil from under the stone table suddenly began to loosen, and a figure emerged. It was a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man has a very handsome face, with sword-like eyebrows reaching his temples, and the corners of his mouth turned up, giving him a slightly lively and frivolous look. It is obvious at first glance that he is not a decent person.

The middle-aged man bowed his hands slightly, "Great Sword Immortal, I'm sorry to embarrass you!"

"You are Tu Luo!" Mo Qingfeng smiled: "Why did you become like this? Do you dislike your original appearance?"

The middle-aged man's face instantly turned gloomy, and the light on his hand suddenly increased, and suddenly three bluish-white claws stretched out.

Mo Qingfeng looked at the three of them, turned around, and pointed at Gongsun Sanniang: "Ying Snake, Tu Mole... Hehe..." He turned to stare at Gongsun Dajie and said, "You are a descendant of the true dragon, yet you are hanging out with these monsters. Aren't you afraid of disgracing your ancestors?"

"court death!"

Gongsun Sanniang was the first to come forward. She was indeed the demon Ying Snake. She had been close to the powerful ghosts in recent years and had learned many of the ghosts' human-devouring techniques.

His body instantly transformed into dozens of black ghost shadows, with fangs and claws bared, biting towards Mo Qingfeng's body.

Mo Qingfeng waved his hand and countless black shadows disappeared in an instant.

Gongsun Sanniang gritted her teeth, and her originally gorgeous expression suddenly turned into the cracked and old face of a shepherd. Blood began to flow from all the orifices on her face and fell to the ground.

The ground where he stood immediately turned to dust.

"You are a demon, but you practice ghost arts!" Mo Qingfeng shouted sternly, swung his sword in a circle, and directly dropped a huge golden cover in this space.

"Are you afraid that I will pollute your land? Hehe!" Ying Snake began to laugh sinisterly.