Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 394: The Wild Lord's Legs

There was no longer a sound of wind in the sky. All the sword-cultivating disciples held their breath and stared blankly at the movements of Bai Zhi's hands.

The Lord of the Wilderness is the supreme being of Longyuan.

Most of these ninth-level sword cultivators were promoted by her and forced to break through the realm. Very few people could see the true face of the Lord of the Wilderness in the minds of Long Yuan's disciples.

The Lord of the Wilderness is the incarnation of the Emperor of Heaven and the heart of hope that leads them to ascend.

Bai Zhi is the current number one person in Jiuzhou.

The ultimate dream of all those who practice Taoism is to follow her, emulate the heroic deeds of the Human Emperor ten thousand years ago, sever the Immortal Realm, and ascend to heaven with the entire clan.

This master, Long Yuan, who rarely shows up and whose true form has never been seen by many of Long Yuan's disciples, actually wanted to lift up his skirt today for a rat-headed monster that couldn't even fly.

This huge disparity in status made almost all of Long Yuan's disciples blush.

I wish I could cut the rat-headed monster in half with one sword.

How dare they blaspheme their goddess, the celestial leader, in this way.

But soon, everyone's faces were filled with surprise and greed, and they were looking forward to seeing what kind of legs were under the plain skirt. The rat-headed goblin had remembered two lifetimes and his dying wish was to see a glimpse of those legs.

Soon, everyone was disappointed.

The beauty of the Lord of the Wilderness is destined not to be seen by everyone.

The night fell automatically, as if God didn't want to see this scene. The sky was dark and black fog rose, completely covering the sky.

Countless people opened their eyes wide, as if looking through the black fog to see what was inside.

However, this is a completely futile wishful thinking.

At this moment, in Du Fang's eyes, a bright moon was hanging obliquely in the sky. Under the bright moon and starlight, Bai Zhi's face turned slightly red. She lowered her head and slowly raised her jade-white legs and spread them apart.

Stepped on a rock.

Du Fang's breathing suddenly became rapid, his throat rolled and he kept swallowing his saliva. Even he had to admit that these legs were indeed extremely beautiful.

Slender, delicate, the soft moonlight sprinkled on the legs is more beautiful than the bright moon, with a smoother luster, outlining the curves that make men's blood boil.

The agility and fairy spirit make people fascinated.

Bai Zhi casually took a few steps and asked softly:

"Have you seen enough?"

Du Fang tried hard to swallow the saliva that was rising up. Her legs were like exquisite works of art. Every step she took was a beautiful sight.

The slender and round ankles stepped on the broken body.

It makes people have a strong urge to bend down and kiss. Every step they take is like a moving string, playing a rhythm that makes people's blood boil.

Every step she takes shows her unparalleled elegance.

The blush on Bai Zhi's face faded, and she gradually showed a hint of confidence, and then pride. She saw desire and greed on Du Fang's face.

This body of mine is destined to be the divine object that countless men dream of.

The black fog gradually disappeared, the darkness disappeared, and the sky was bright again.

Baizhi was wearing a plain white dress, as if her skirt had never been cut open.

Only Du Fang stood there blankly, with a lost expression on his face.

Countless people in the sky stared at Du Fang with angry eyes, as if they wanted to skin him alive. Jealousy and envy were evident on the faces of every Longyuan disciple.

Only this rat-headed monster, a lowly cultivator of the lowest order, had witnessed the most beautiful side of the Lord of the Wilderness.

She was a noble being that was out of reach for many Longyuan disciples, and the goddess in the dreams of countless low-level disciples. But her beauty only bloomed for this lowly cultivator who could be crushed to death with one hand.

All Longyuan disciples secretly made up their minds that as long as they got out of this place, they would kill Du Fang.

Bai Zhi walked up to him, lowered her head, and said gently:

"Come back to Lingxiao with me!"

She looked at Du Fang's expression and saw that he was wavering:

"Let's ascend together, ascend to the immortal realm, kick over the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, behead the immortals, don't you want to emulate the heroic deeds of the Human Emperor?"

"As the heir of the Human Emperor's Divine Sword, you should have this awareness. The path of cultivation in Shenzhou has been blocked at the Nine Realms for ten thousand years. Now, Shenzhou is about to collapse. As a member of Shenzhou, don't you have any responsibility?"

These two sentences woke Du Fang up.

His expression was dull for a moment, then he smiled bitterly:

"That's your business as cultivators. If I don't follow the path of cultivation, the future of this world has nothing to do with me..."

Bai Zhi suddenly said loudly:

"Have you forgotten all the mortals you slaughtered in your immortal body?"

Du Fang's body suddenly shook violently. How could he forget that from Lingxiao Mountain to Xingluo City, innocent people had their blood sucked dry by his killing power.

"I...I haven't forgotten!" Du Fang said in a trembling voice.

This was the deepest pain in his heart. He never dared to mention it in front of others, and even dared not think about it. It was a big mistake he had made, slaughtering mortals with his immortal body.

"Don't you have any remorse in your heart?"

Bai Zhi continued to stare at him, and said aggressively, "The disciples of the Iron Fan Sect were destroyed because of you. Their remaining relatives and families will also be destroyed with the collapse of Shenzhou. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

"I have!"

Du Fang bit his lip. That was a hurdle he couldn't get over.

"But you stole my supreme divine blood. Shouldn't this burden be borne by you? I am a useless person. Even if I return to Lingxiao with you, can you still infuse me with your ultimate cultivation?"

Bai Zhi's expression calmed down:

"As long as you go back, I can!"

"Forget it. I don't want to go through the pain of my last life again. A treacherous, cunning woman like you, even if you imbue me with all your cultivation, you'll eventually suck me dry like a spider. I won't be your blood food. You can give up now!"

Du Fang turned around and walked down the mountain, saying calmly, "In this life, I just want to live quietly for a few years, no matter if it's ten or eight years. The path of cultivation is not meant for me in this life!"

He walked down with big strides, and his figure gradually disappeared into the forest.

Bai Zhi's expression began to change: "You are unscrupulous, insidious and cunning. Even you think of me like this?" She lowered her head and said nothing. Suddenly, her soft black hair fluttered without wind.

His face gradually turned blood red, and his eyes also turned blood red.

Anger made her whole body surge with imperial aura, and her white clothes rustled.

Countless people were surprised to find that around the Lord of the Wasteland, the aura began to surge wildly, like a raging storm, and the grass, trees, earth, and rocks were all pulled up and gathered into her palm.

Every living thing, after coming into contact with her fair palm, began to turn into gray ashes, as if all the life force had been drained away by her divine aura.

Bai Zhi's figure was resolute, emitting a vast imperial pressure.

Start to rise up.

Everyone immediately stepped back. The Lord of the Wasteland was furious for no reason. No one knew what had happened, but everyone knew it was related to that Rat-Headed Taoist.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle pierced the sky. Bai Zhi stared at the two giant swords stuck in the ground and suddenly shouted:

"get out!"