Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 297: Ancient Sword Marks on the Boundary Gate

"No one lied to you, kid!" The old Youhuang slowly stood up and walked over with a hunched back.

She pointed to the coffin:

"This is the only remaining sacred object of my Dreamweaver clan. It was one of the four holy envoys of His Majesty the Hades. Youming has gone mad, and the other two are dead. Only I, using a wisp of His Majesty the Hades' divine consciousness, have persisted for three thousand years and finally waited for you!"

This sentence made Du Fang completely confused.

He had no idea what the old man was saying.

He couldn't help but blurt out: "That evil god, Shen Tu, is alive and well. He wants to borrow my sword spirit to break this Chaos Immortal Bell and get out of here..."

You Huang slowly shook his head. "The only one who could escape from this Chaos Immortal Bell is You Ming. He's long been trapped and driven mad. Especially since 1,400 years ago, two powerful beings in the world broke into this Netherworld Scroll and escaped from this Chaos Immortal Bell! That woman once carried a Primordial Divine Sword!"

At this point, You Huang looked at Bai Zhi and said, "That divine sword, Mo Hen, is in your possession, right?"

"Here!" Bai Zhi nodded.

"Li Qinghua was a genius. When he entered the underworld, he planted a seed in the heart of the Holy Envoy of the Underworld, believing that he could escape from here."

Youhuang's eyes looked into the depths of darkness again:

"He didn't know that Li Qinghua and that man were carrying divine weapons from before the Great Desolation. Without them, even if they had ten thousand years, they wouldn't be able to leave this Netherworld Scroll. So, he went crazy..."

Du Fang felt incredible and confused. Could it be that he had just entered a dream, and that dream attracted his elder brother Mo?

He didn't want this ignorant old man to know the truth, so he deliberately concealed the fact that Mo Qingfeng had entered the scroll and asked:

"Can this Netherworld Scroll allow powerful people in the world to enter and exit?"

"No, their bodies can't enter unless someone carves their name on the Long Nether Road with their life, and that requires my permission!"

"Can the spirit come in?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Youhuang's face: "Did you see that from the spirit of the spirit race?"

Du Fang nodded.

"The strongest people at the peak of the Nine Realms can indeed enter and exit after being stained with divine blood, but they cannot enter the Long Nether Road..."

Du Fang was surprised. Are they still in that dark space?

The Long Road to the Underworld hasn't started yet?

Before he even asked, You Huang had already guessed it. She pointed to the end opposite the coffin with her dry finger:

"That's the beginning of the Long Nether Road. Only when the gate opens can you enter. No one who is strong in the world can enter, unless he carries a prehistoric artifact!"

When she said this, her eyes seemed to look at Du Fang's back intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing her eyes, Du Fang knew that his shadow was hidden in the dragon's spine, and this guide must have seen it at a glance.

She was the one who weaved dreams, so she naturally knew that Brother Mo had broken into her dreams, but she pretended not to know unless he said it.

Du Fang finally couldn't help but ask, "You know about Mo Qingfeng entering this Netherworld, right?"

You Huang nodded:

"Know!"

"Then why didn't you stop him?"

"Why should I stop him? He was attracted by the aura of your sword and drove away the mad Holy Envoy Youming, saving me a lot of effort. Why should I stop him?"

Du Fang smiled bitterly and said:

"It seems that you two Holy Envoys are still fighting among yourselves!"

"He's crazy. He's no longer your Majesty's messenger!"

Du Fang was a little puzzled. The man in red just now was neither female nor male, but he was conscious and stared at the magic sword on his body. His rationality did not seem like he was crazy at all.

But this old woman kept saying that the Holy Envoy was crazy.

He didn't dwell on it anymore. Maybe it was an internal matter between them, and he just wanted to get out quickly.

But Youhuang looked at Baizhi and said, "You said something wrong just now!"

Bai Zhi's face was filled with astonishment:

"What's wrong?"

"Just now I wanted to take him away, which was the very beginning of Your Majesty's trial. If he had followed us, you would have turned into ashes by now!"

Du Fang and Bai Zhi were both shocked.

You Huang explained:

"I tested him with words. The one chosen by His Majesty would never be so easily manipulated. So, he passed. Then, the blood beast of the temple pulled him into the temple. I didn't expect Youming to be there too. If Mo Qingfeng hadn't led him into the first round of the trial, the dream I compiled with my lifespan would have been in vain!"

"So, I have to thank you, Brother Mo!"

A trace of doubt suddenly arose in Du Fang's heart:

"This Brother Mo, isn't that a phantom you created to deceive me?"

You Huang did not explain, but simply said:

"If the person chosen by Your Majesty doesn't even have this little ability to discern, then he deserves to die here!"

This was the nth time she mentioned the words 'the person chosen by His Majesty'.

Du Fang pondered in his heart that the Majesty mentioned by Youhuang must be the evil god, Shenshen.

Why would this suppressed evil god, a creature that feeds on the souls of the dead and sleeps, choose me? Is it simply because I am a fairy?

But this old woman waited for three thousand years. How many fairies were born in these three thousand years? Why didn’t this old woman wait for anything?

Could it be because of the divine weapon of the Emperor of Man in his hand?

He didn't ask because a faint light appeared in front of him.

As the light gradually became clearer, a hint of joy could be heard in Youhuang's voice:

"The gate is open, the time has come, we should set foot on the road to the eternal underworld and go to the place where the gods are buried!"

Following Youhuang, he sat in the coffin.

Du Fang was surprised to find that the bronze coffin was sliding like a cruise ship.

Getting closer.

A huge stone door suddenly appeared in front of them.

The stone door looked like it was made ten thousand years ago, and the light was coming through the crack in the door.

And in the middle of the stone gate, there was actually a slanted sword mark.

The sword mark is very new, but the power is extremely great.

A crack was cut in the huge stone door.

You Huang pointed at the sword mark and said lightly:

"This is where Li Qinghua of Longyuan broke through the gate with a single sword strike, entering the burial ground of the gods, fourteen hundred years ago!"

She looked at Bai Zhi with deep eyes:

"That ink mark on your body was left by Li Qinghua in the Sword Sect, right?"

Bai Zhi shook her head: "You are wrong, this is my weapon, I have only climbed the stairs seven times, it is also the most common weapon in Jiuzhou!"

You Huang snorted coldly:

"The sword soul of this sword is the same sword soul from before the Great Desolation, and it is the same grade as the Chengying on the immortal spirit. What is your purpose in deliberately hiding it?"

Bai Zhi didn't answer her again, but just sat in front with her knees crossed.

Du Fang couldn't bear it any longer and finally explained:

"Although her sword ascended the ladder nine times, its realm later fell. The Blood Rainbow Demon Sword has long since degenerated to the seventh level. Moreover, she has long been a cripple. How can this sword be an immortal weapon? Are you seeing things? How could a mortal be carrying an immortal weapon from before the Great Desolation?"