Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 389: Raising the Sword with One’s Body

Lu Wushuang didn't wait long.

Because below, countless remaining Taiwei disciples suddenly exclaimed in surprise at the same time, under the suspended mountain peak,

Layers of fog began to rise.

The mist was purple in color, emerging from the mountain layer by layer. In less than a moment, the entire Taiwei main peak was shrouded in this ethereal smoke.

"This...what is this?"

Still no one could answer.

Even the disciples of Taiwei Mountain could not answer.

Our sect actually hid a book and a sword. Who could have guessed that Taiwei Mountain would have such mysterious signs, and would actually be suspended in mid-air, wrapping up the sect leader.

I'm afraid no one knows this secret except Ling Zixiao.

"It's moving... it's moving. This mountain is actually alive..."

Everyone noticed that the purple air that spewed out from the rocks was slowly absorbed back into the main peak of Taiwei, just like a living creature breathing.

The purple mist became thinner and thinner, and the purple color in the mist finally disappeared completely.

"It's indeed a Feng Shui treasure land, a perfect place to hide a sword!"

Ji Hongying flew over and landed in front of Lu Wushuang, "Grandma, what are you saying?"

"You should have guessed it!" Ji Hongying smiled.

Lu Wushuang finally stopped hiding it, "Grandma, have you also seen through the Feng Shui of this place?"

Ji Hongying rose high, looked into the distance, pointed at the rolling mountains in the distance, nodded nine times in succession, and exclaimed:

"A dragon gave birth to nine sons, and one has always been supreme. In Taiwei Mountain, the nine veins of dragon energy correspond to each other. Among the ancestors of Taiwei, there is indeed a genius who can use dragon energy to nourish the divine sword!"

"This sword must be an immortal weapon from eons ago!"

Lu Wushuang was very excited and complimented, "Grandma also understands physiognomy!"

"I heard it from Lord Huang, I just compared it!" Ji Hongying's expression was also very good. From today on, Longyuan will have two immortal weapons to guard the sect.

For the future, Long Yuan's help will be much stronger than that of a cultivator in the ninth realm.

She had also seen the power of the Chengying sword in Bai Zhi's hand.

Lu Wushuang looked at it for a long time, and suddenly stared and said, "This mountain is so tough, how can we break it?" He was a little confused.

"Wait!"

Ji Hongying only replied with one word.

"Wait?" Lu Wushuang was a little puzzled. It seemed that every time grandma answered a question, the final solution was to wait.

"Could it be... that Ling Zixiao is not dead? He wants to come out and seek revenge on me?"

When Lu Wushuang raised the question, a sword cultivator from Longyuan suddenly ran away screaming. Someone had just flown to the bottom of the mountain to observe what was at the bottom of the mountain.

But nothing was found.

As the screams were uttered, the rocks on the main peak of Taiwei began to fall. The huge rocks, having lost the traction of some force, could not withstand the gravity and continued to fall.

The huge rocks created one big pit after another.

Amidst the dust, suddenly, everyone opened their eyes at the same time, their mouths opened so wide that an egg could almost fit in, staring in amazement at a magnificent tower emerging from the main body of the mountain.

There are nine dark green corner towers, and each corner has a hole. The nine holes correspond to the nine veins of dragon energy in the distant mountains.

This dreamlike palace, shining with gorgeous luster, slowly rises in the smoke and dust.

It was almost a palace where immortals lived. Nine dark green gases were constantly moving above the pavilions, and a trace of divinity was emanating from the palace.

"It is indeed the Immortal Sleeping in the Immortal Cave!"

Ji Hongying exclaimed softly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the light blue sky suddenly darkened, and the entire sky of Taiwei Mountain fell into complete silence. Everything was still, and there was no trace of human voice.

Only from the corner of the temple came the crisp sound of cracking.

At the same time, a purple lightning pierced the sky and struck the roof of the temple.

Everyone could feel that the ground beneath their feet, as well as the space, were trembling slightly, as if there was a sleeping giant in the fairy palace, awakened by the purple lightning.

Thousands of green lights suddenly emanated from the immortal palace, piercing the sky, illuminating the darkness, and rising straight into the clouds, an endless majesty and holy power.

Everyone present shrank at the same time and felt a palpitation in their hearts.

"It's going to be born!"

Ji Hongying said in a low voice, this breath is the breath of immortal soldiers, this breath makes all the living beings around feel awe involuntarily.

It seems that this has never happened in Shenzhou in the past few thousand years.

Countless people held their breath and stared at the magnificent palace. Some were afraid, some were trembling, and some were excited. It seemed that everyone felt it.

A miracle will appear before their eyes.

Countless people took deep breaths and tried hard to even out their breathing.

The green light dissipated, and the fairy palace began to collapse. The huge pillars and stone buildings were broken into two sections and fell to the sides. Only a light path paved with colorful rays of light could be seen.

A figure staggered out.

No, it shouldn’t be walking, it should be kneeling down.

His legs had long been broken, leaving only two thigh bones. The man had long hair and his face was covered with countless wrinkles.

"It's Ling Zixiao!" Lu Wushuang suddenly screamed in surprise.

"He is still alive!"

Countless Taiwei disciples looked up to the sky and shouted, then knelt on the ground: "Master!"

At this moment, Ling Zixiao seemed to have become the incarnation of God, bringing hope back to the Taiwei disciples who were in desperate situation.

"Where is the magic sword? The immortal palace has collapsed, why is there no trace of the immortal soldiers?" Ji Hongying's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"It shouldn't be!"

Lu Wushuang was also wondering.

"Look, what is he holding in his hands?"

"That's a person... a woman!"

Ling Zixiao knelt down on his knees and emerged from the path of light. Sure enough, he was holding a slender body in his hands.

The person was slender with a large chest, obviously a woman.

The light path disappeared, and Ling Zixiao was kneeling in the night sky. His face was full of wrinkles, and he seemed to have aged more than three hundred years in an instant.

The young swordsman seemed to have spent more than three hundred years in the less than a moment he was imprisoned in the Immortal Palace. His body became hunched and his face looked old.

The fingers are like chicken claws, and the bones and veins are clearly visible.

But his voice was incomparably gentle and pious, resounding in the night sky: "This is me, one of the three founding ancestors of my Taixuan Sword Sect. I have been nurturing the divine sword with my flesh for eight thousand years..."

Ji Hongying's expression changed and her lips trembled with excitement.

Ling Zixiao's voice was still calm, and he looked up at the sky:

"You destroyed my sword sect and killed my disciples, wasn't it all for this sword? Now, I've taken it out. Lord Baihuang, why don't you come out?"

The night sky is silent and there is no echo.

Only the hundreds of sword cultivators of Longyuan looked up at the sky at the same time, a question flashing through their minds:

"Is the Lord of the Wasteland here too?"