Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 243 Coffin and Jar

Du Fang looked gloomy. Bai Zhi's words touched his heart, but it was too late. There was no going back. It started from the moment he became an immortal.

The two of them were silent for a long time, and Longxiong didn't dare to say a word.

After a while, Bai Zhi looked up at the empty yard and asked in a low voice:

"Are they all dead?"

Du Fang said softly, "Yes, among the Tianlong people, there is one eighth-level cultivator and five seventh-level cultivators. Now, only one Longxiong is alive!"

As he said this, he glanced at Longxiong.

This sight made Long Xiang tremble all over, not knowing what Du Fang would do to him.

Bai Zhi hurriedly said, "Then leave quickly! You killed someone from the Tianlong clan, and the Tianlong mark will be attached to your body. It won't be long before a Tianlong warrior arrives here!"

"Dragon Mark, what is the Dragon Mark?"

Du Fanggang asked in confusion, and suddenly remembered that after he killed the four people, a green light penetrated into his hair.

"Is that the so-called Dragon Mark?"

When Du Fang asked this, Long Xiang's heart began to beat fast.

He suddenly forgot that he had forgotten the most important thing. Looking at Du Fangsen's cold face, he quickly made amends:

"We, the Celestials and Dragons, are not under the rule of Heaven. We wander freely outside the Three Realms. After death, our cultivation will not be returned to Heaven..."

Yes, Du Fang suddenly discovered that after the death of these seventh-level strongmen, there was no light rain, and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth were still there, except for the situation at Longyuan Divine Mountain where Bai Zhi forcibly stopped her cultivation and was retaliated by the way of heaven.

Why don’t these celestial dragons suffer backlash from the laws of nature?

Is it really as he said, not under the rule of heaven, and wandering outside the three realms?

Longxiong was still kneeling and explaining:

"Everyone of the Tianlong clan has a mark on their body since birth. This mark is engraved in their blood. As long as their flesh is not destroyed, the mark will be with them for life!"

Du Fang stared at him, his face as white as snow, and suddenly said coldly:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? Were you waiting for help to arrive?"

Long Xiang quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "I dare not. I was really busy just now and forgot about this matter!"

Looking at Bai Zhi's seriously injured body, Du Fang knew that if he left her here, even if she was alive, she would repeat the same mistake as last time and be humiliated in every way. She had the message from the immortal in her mouth, so her life would be in danger.

Du Fang raised his flying sword and said, "Follow me!"

He picked up Bai Zhi and flew towards Quzhou City on his sword. Long Xiang immediately followed, shouting, "This is the capital of Zhengyang Continent, the Imperial City. There are Nine Realm experts guarding it. Flying with a sword is forbidden in this forbidden area!"

Du Fang snorted coldly:

"I'm going to fly today and see what these people can do to me!"

He deliberately flew very low, passed over the city, and went straight to the coffin shop in the city.

When Bai Zhi saw the black lacquer coffin, she immediately understood his intention and hurriedly called out:

"I won't sleep in a coffin!"

Du Fang originally planned to put her in a coffin so that she would be less exposed to the wind and rain when flying on the sword. However, the journey to Jinghai was long and he could not hold her in his arms for years.

If something happens during the hug, it will be a big trouble.

"I didn't buy it for you!"

Du denied it.

He picked out a yellow coffin that had just been greased with clear oil and a jar, and looked at Longxiong:

"Pay, what are you waiting for?"

Long Xiang was speechless. He took out his bag helplessly and slapped the silver on the counter.

"What are you buying this coffin and jar for?" he asked Du Fang in confusion.

"Pretend you!"

Longxiong suddenly shuddered. Du Fang said, "Go in and try!"

Long Xiong's legs went limp, and he immediately pleaded, "Master Xianling, Master Du Fangdao, I have already worshipped you as my master. I betrayed the Tianlong clan and placed my soul and blood in your hands. I am willing to be your slave. Why do you have to kill me?"

"Do you want to lie down?" Du Fang made a sour face.

Long Xiang had no choice but to curl up his body. When he entered the coffin, while Du Fang was not paying attention, a green light popped out and stuck to the stool under the coffin.

All this was done in secret.

Du Fang sighed helplessly when he saw him lying down. The woman in his arms was unwilling to go in, so he could only persuade her slowly. He had just raised his flying sword.

More than a dozen sword lights swooped down from the top of the city and shot towards the coffin shop.

It was the cultivator from the Royal Tianyahaige.

Du Fang didn't even look at it. He immediately dragged the coffin with his left hand, and the flying sword under his feet rose up, leaving a black mist and disappearing into the sky north of the city.

More than a dozen monks stared at the scene before them in amazement.

"What was that, so fast!"

"Luckily we arrived late. Judging from the sword light, he must be at least a strong man at the peak of the eighth or ninth realm. If we had arrived earlier, we would have been killed here."

When this monk said this, several monks shuddered at the same time.

They came here on orders to check what kind of people were able to fly with swords in the forbidden area and how they dared to fly over the imperial city.

At this time, Du Fang's cultivation had reached the peak of the ninth realm of sword cultivation, and he was holding the incomparable divine weapon Mo Hen, and his speed of controlling the sword was extremely fast.

He held the coffin in one hand, controlled the sword in the other, and was hugging a woman.

Looking at the vast ocean to the north, I didn’t know where to go for a moment.

Bai Zhi in his arms suddenly groaned and said:

"It hurts, don't hold me like this!"

Du Fang looked at her slender body and felt a little pity in his heart:

"You should sleep in the coffin. This endless sea is endless. I don't know when we can reach that sea!"

Bai Zhi licked her cracked lips:

"Put me down flat, I know the way to Jinghai!"

Du Fang immediately opened the coffin lid and released Longxiong. He then lifted the lid flat and placed Longxiong inside. He placed the coffin on top of the sword and asked him, "Can you still fly?"

"can!"

Long Xiang answered readily. He knew that the more useful he was at this moment, the less likely he would be killed.

Du Fang happily said, "Okay, then you will be the donkey pulling the carriage. This coffin is the carriage. If it falls off, you will be on your own!"

He wanted to kill Long Xiang, but now was not the time. He had to learn his method of putting people in jars. His father was dismembered alive by him in this way. How could he let him die easily?

Thinking of this, Du Fang looked at the jar again.

This is where Longxiong lives.

If his father died like this, he would blame him without hesitation.

Before that, he had to find out the method of turning a human into a pig. He didn't have that kind of vicious soul-searching technique, so he could only wait and ask slowly.

Thinking of this, he sighed inwardly. With this kind of labor, the journey north to Jinghai will be much easier, and there will be one more fighting force.

When he heard that he was going to be a donkey, Longxiong did not hesitate and immediately forced out the green sword of his own clan.

The two swords were dragged under the coffin, flying smoothly and steadily.

Du Fang sat in the coffin and took out a map from his arms.

Bai Zhi glanced at it with a pale face and said, "Don't look at it, that map is useless!"

"how do you know?"