Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 296 The Trial of the God Slayer

Pretend to be a ghost!

This dream is too real, but why is my dream like this?

Is someone trying to kill their relatives through dreams?

However, when he walked out of the door, until he walked out of the archway, he still didn't meet anyone, and the soft music of the opera gradually faded.

There was only one woman and three children on the stage.

He was still singing in a humming voice, and standing in the audience were countless villagers, but at this time, their appearance had changed.

Even ceased to be human.

Beneath the stage are countless brightly colored flowers.

Within the flowers, there are human faces, some in pain, some twisted, some happy and joyful, each with a different expression.

But everyone's mouth was open.

A thin line of blood lingered towards the stage.

The women on the stage were so powdered that it was impossible to tell what they looked like.

At this moment, in her hands, there were countless thin blood lines, each of which hooked the crowd below.

Du Fang's blood boiled at this scene. Each of those people was once a familiar neighbor, but now they were treated like plants and the blood was drained from their bodies.

Du Fang immediately drew his sword, flew forward, and slashed at the charming opera singer with his sword.

What he didn't expect was that the woman didn't avoid him at all. He looked at her with a strange smile. When the sword pierced his throat, Du Fang suddenly stopped:

"Yin Xie, who are you?"

"I am your senior sister, don't you recognize me?" The opera singer smiled slyly while taking off the makeup on her face.

Looking at that familiar face, Du Fang was suddenly stunned.

——Li Qingshuang!

His senior sister from Lingxiao Mountain actually appeared in this dream, and like Yin Xie, she was reaping souls.

"You are not my senior sister, you are a ghost in the dream!"

"You don't believe it? Hey, I'll prove it to you!"

Li Qingshuang seemed to know that Du Fang would come. He suddenly turned around and took out a dagger. Two faint lights moved, and two large jars appeared on the stage in an instant.

"Do you remember me now?"

Du Fang suddenly began to tremble with anger. How could he not remember?

Li Qingshuang threw the two children into the jar in front of him.

"That's how the people from the Longyuan Sword Sect drowned your loved ones. I think only I and I know about this scene!"

"You are not my senior sister, absolutely not!"

Du Fang shook his head violently, not daring to believe it.

Li Qingshuang suddenly came forward and whispered a few words: "Jianmen, Renhuang, Chengying, and Changqingzi Patriarch!"

Then he slowly retreated.

"You should recognize me now!"

"You know so much...how come you are here?" Du Fang had to believe all this.

Li Qingshuang suddenly smiled and pointed at the countless villagers tangled up in plants beneath the stage. "These crops are ripe. I'll help Lord Minghuang harvest them!"

"This is fake, this is a dream!"

"You don't believe it? Then I'll show you!" Li Qingshuang suddenly stretched out his hand, and under the stage, countless heads were pulled up by blood-colored threads, leaving only the broken bodies on the ground to be devoured.

These human heads were arranged in a row. Li Qingshuang took out an ancient tripod and walked over the heads one by one. Every time he passed a head, the expression on its face would change.

Anger, discomfort, confusion, pain, all kinds of emotions were contained in the ancient tripod.

"You...what are you doing?"

Li Qingshuang said calmly: "Do what I should do!"

As soon as the ancient tripod passed, the head began to shrivel, as if it had lost its life.

Du Fang suddenly seemed to understand something and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you harvesting people's emotions?"

"You're not stupid!"

"Why? Why do you do this?"

Li Qingshuang shook her head: "You won't understand now, but when you step out of this Jiuzhou and know the truth of this world, you will understand!"

Du Fang was so angry that his whole body was shaking: "I don't allow you to do this. You are not my senior sister. My senior sister is so kind and gentle, how could she be such a terrifying evil!"

"I'm going to kill you today!"

The sword pointed at her throat, but couldn't penetrate.

Li Qingshuang suddenly smiled, a light and calm smile. She used her delicate jade fingers to push away the sword tip: "Your ancient divine sword can indeed kill me in this dream, but unfortunately... you don't dare!"

"Why not?" Du Fang roared, "If you dare to do such evil things again, I will enforce justice on behalf of Heaven and slay the demons and evildoers!"

"This fragrant soul of mine is Li Qingshuang's, the last one left in this world. If you stab me with this sword, you will never see your senior sister again in this lifetime!"

"I do not believe!"

"You can try to stab it!"

Du Fang's hands were shaking, and so was his heart. Could this evil being be telling the truth? Was this really all that was left of Senior Sister's soul?

Seeing that he didn't dare, Li Qingshuang walked slowly over the heads, like a watermelon flattened by a wheel, with brains scattered everywhere. Then, a wisp of green air melted into the ancient tripod.

Du Fang couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly, he swung his sword and chopped down at Li Qingshuang fiercely.

Li Qingshuang's charming and slender body was immediately broken into two parts. As her body fell, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth:

"You are indeed the man chosen by the true God. Your trial is over!"

Li Qingshuang's body disappeared, and everything around him began to disappear.

The surroundings fell into darkness again, and in this darkness, Du Fang suddenly heard the sound of flowing water.

He hurriedly grabbed the hilt of the sword in his hand.

My hands are empty. I don’t know when Chengying disappeared again.

Du Fang felt a chill on his back and sat up suddenly. Then he saw that he was still in the bronze coffin.

The surrounding area is filled with paintings of unfamiliar birds, beasts, insects, fish, and various inscriptions.

"Are you awake?"

A low and gentle voice sounded beside him:

As a faint green ghost fire ignited, Du Fang finally saw the beautiful face clearly. It was Bai Zhi, Bai Zhi from the Longyuan Sword Sect.

"Why am I back here again?"

With an old man's bitter laugh, he slowly stood up from the stream: "You are not dead after all. You are indeed the one chosen by His Majesty the Underworld Emperor. It is worth waiting for you for three thousand years!"

"and who are you?"

The old woman was so skinny and bony that she looked completely unfamiliar.

Bai Zhi explained, "This person is You Huang, the Guide, one of the Four Holy Envoys of the Evil God! She wanted to take you away just now, but she didn't expect you to escape!"

"How is this possible? He was so young just now, why is he so old now? Have I spent hundreds of years in a dream?"

A sense of horror welled up in my heart. How long had I slept?

"This is the only remaining elder of the Dream Weaver Clan. She used her life to weave a dream for you."

"Dream? When did the dream begin?"

"How come I didn't notice it at all?"

Du Fang kept shaking his head:

"You lied to me, right?"