Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 177 Immortal Tribulation

Du Fang's body slowly fell down and stood behind Bai Zhi.

Drops of blood began to flow from his seven orifices. The blood turned into water-like mist, covering his entire body and flowing towards the Honghuang Divine Sword in his hand and onto the spine of the Chengying sword.

Of the nine golden marks on the sword's spine, two have dimmed.

Du Fang knew that his fate would be the same as Bai Zhi's. After this battle, his realm was reduced to the seventh realm. He faced off against Bai Zhi with a sword, and fought against the small world in Long Xiang's hand with a sword.

These two swords reduced his cultivation level, which was about to reach the ninth level, to the seventh level.

But at this moment, there was no pain in his heart.

He has accepted his fate, Mo Ling has become a part of him, and as long as he is determined to die, she will take over this body and kill.

Du Fang looked around blankly. After this devastating battle, the Longyuan Sword Sect had completely disappeared. There were gullies everywhere, and blood and corpses covered the entire sacred mountain with a layer of red.

This giant that once dominated Nancangzhou finally disappeared today.

The fate of the Longyuan Sword Sect is exactly the same as Lingxiao's.

In the end, only he and she were left.

Du Fang and Angelica dahurica.

Bai Zhi propped herself up and stood up, with an uncontrollable smile on her face:

"Are you suffering? Are you in pain? Your sect's annihilating enemy is standing right before you, why don't you take up your sword? Don't you want to? Or can't you bear it?"

Du Fang glanced at her, just once, and said:

"Live well and don't die! I will come to find you!" Then he turned and walked out.

Du Fang's figure was thin and gaunt, with an endless sense of melancholy.

When his figure completely disappeared from her sight, Bai Zhi looked towards the ancestral hall, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed out. She finally knelt on the ground and choked up:

"Qingdi, Qingdi, why did you leave behind the divine method of advancing to the ninth realm? Why couldn't the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation you left behind trap a single immortal? Did you never foresee, when you founded your sect, that Longyuan would be destroyed today?"

As Bai Zhi muttered, a kind female voice came from nowhere and entered her sea of ​​consciousness like a divine thought:

"Child, don't be sad. This is a calamity, a calamity that only happens once in a thousand years! No one can escape it!"

When Bai Zhi heard this voice, she no longer had the demeanor of a master sword master, and suddenly shouted frantically:

"Qingdi, is that you? Did you hear the disciple's call?"

She was like a madman, constantly falling and getting up, looking for the Qing Emperor everywhere. However, no matter how many times she shouted, no matter how hoarse her voice was.

The woman's voice never responded to her again.

Her pure white dress was stained and she fell to the ground, as if she had completely lost the faith to live. This feeling of disparity of giving people hope and then completely destroying their hope was more painful than killing someone.

The surroundings had become quiet, and the ground was covered with a layer of bright red.

Under the rising sun, it looks sad and beautiful.

Such a beautiful scenery is woven with countless blood.

Baizhi stood there for a long time, and finally slowly raised the blood rainbow and placed it on her graceful, white neck.

She is the last Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect and will always be the last.

Thousands and tens of thousands of years from now, there will no longer be any Longyuan Sword Sect in this world.

Even her own founder, Empress Qinghua, gave up on her. As she said: This is a calamity, a calamity of immortals that occurs only once in a thousand years, and no one can escape it.

As the last headmaster, she has become a useless person. She has spent her entire life and has no way to practice cultivation anymore. As the lord of Longyuan, she must die with dignity to comfort the ancestors of the sword sect through the generations.

Bai Zhi looked at the rising sun sadly and said softly, "Goodbye, beautiful world!" With hatred, she slashed the sword towards her neck.

Suddenly, a black sword light came from behind and knocked the blood rainbow out of her hand.

The two magic swords, one black and one red, jumped twice on the ground like ordinary objects, forming an eight shape.

Who could have imagined how many lives would be devoured by these two seemingly ordinary swords?

Du Fang came back, his body pale, and he walked towards me clumsily from behind.

Looking at Bai Zhi, the voice was very calm:

"You can't die!"

"why?"

"Because my senior sister is still in your body!"

Bai Zhi suddenly laughed. It was karma and retribution. As an immortal, Du Fang destroyed everything she had. The hopes of countless generations of Long Yuan people were destroyed in his hands, but now, this man would not let her die.

She was the culprit that caused Du Fang's entire life tragedy, but he couldn't kill himself because Li Qingshuang was still in his body.

She prevented him from killing herself, and he also prevented her from dying.

Hey!

Bai Zhi suddenly laughed crazily, her long hair disheveled, like a wounded female beast. She had become a cripple and would never be able to embark on the path of cultivation again in her life.

She was used to being high and mighty, and it was a shame for such a beautiful woman like her to fall into the hands of mortals and miscellaneous cultivators.

The fate of that was almost imaginable.

Bai Zhi laughed crazily, her body like a drunk, pointing at the blood-splattered dust, mummies, shrunken bodies, and pieces of flesh all around her, and looked at Du Fang:

"You slaughtered so many people, drained the essence, blood, and soul of every cultivator, and paved the way for your own enlightenment at the cost of others' lives... Look... This is your masterpiece!"

Bai Zhi suddenly reached out and tore off her ragged white clothes, revealing her snow-white body. Her voice was filled with endless hatred:

"You are a fairy spirit. Are you happy with this killing? Are you satisfied with it? Bastard, you don't want me to commit suicide, so you want to torture me with the most cruel means? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid. Come, let me see your Lingxiao's methods and see how cruel they are!"

Du Fang reached out and gently covered her clothes, listening to the endless hatred of this once arrogant and domineering woman in front of him.

This was never the result he wanted. His wish was to become Lingxiao's inner disciple, practice sword skills and take some time off, looking at the beautiful senior sister Li Qingshuang from afar, just looking at her from afar.

When I go down the mountain, I will go back home and buy candies and toys for my favorite nephews and nieces. If I have any further hope, it is to find the evil cultivator who killed my father.

But now, my dear senior sister’s body has been destroyed, and the sect she relied on has been wiped out.

There is no relative, no lover, and no friend in the world.

Hope was completely shattered. He lived on because he was afraid that he would have the will to die in his lifetime. Mo Ling would take over and bring disaster to the world. This was the responsibility of his immortal body. If there was any hope left, it would be an extremely slim one. If there really was a way to remove the soul in this world.

He wanted to remove his senior sister's soul from this disgusting body and then completely destroy Bai Zhi.

This woman brought him life-long tragedy.