Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 223 If it were your father, he would also stand up for his friends

The only key to Shan Zu's death - the life emblem - was stolen by himself from his father.

Now that Shan Zu has passed away, my father cannot escape the responsibility of taking care of me.

A gentle and loving voice suddenly sounded from behind him. He didn't know when, Yu Congxiu had floated down and came behind him.

The leader of the Iron Fan Sect saw his beloved son at a glance. His right arm was empty, and the bones in his legs were protruding. He was completely disabled.

A flash of pity flashed through his heart, but he did not show it, and only said:

"Son, you did nothing wrong. Don't blame yourself. If it were your father, he would also risk his life for his friends."

There was no blame, Maiyuan, only a warm word, but this sentence completely broke through his defenses.

Yu Qinghan suddenly knelt down, unable to bear the pain any longer and lost his voice. Thousands of words of regret finally turned into one sentence:

"father……"

Yu Congxiu gently helped Yu Qinghan up, and a yellow flower fell on his beloved son's head.

Yu Qinghan's entire body was enveloped in divine light.

The torn flesh and blood began to regenerate and fuse.

The leader of the Iron Fan Sect, the strongest warrior in the North, wiped the tears from his child's face:

"Don't cry, kid. A real man sheds blood, not tears. If you do something wrong, you must bear the consequences. You are still young, so let your father and I bear the consequences."

When Yu Qinghan heard this, he choked even harder.

Yu Congxiu suddenly turned around:

"Someone's coming! Shut up! Don't let anyone look down on our Iron Fan Sect!"

Yu Qinghan immediately wiped away his tears and looked solemn. Indeed, he could only show his weakest side in front of his father. He must not bring shame to the prestige of his sect in front of other people.

At this time, dozens of rainbow lights flew over and landed around the square.

These are cultivators of the sixth and seventh realms, the most elite fighting force in the promotion fortress. There are more than ten sixth-realm elders from the Iron Fan Sect, as well as sword cultivators and divine cultivators from other sects who came to support them.

At this time, they swarmed around one side. Everyone's face was solemn and there was no joy at all for the victory of this battle. These people understood the strength of the two tribes, the spirit and the ghost.

Judgment, Death Knight, Phantom, Guard, and even the terrifying Ringwraith who have reached the eighth level of perfection.

These ghosts have never appeared before. Without the protection of the Fan Ancestor, no one can guarantee how powerful the light curtain recreated by the Iron Fan Gate formation will be.

The elders of the Iron Fan Sect knew very well that this curtain had lost the divine blessing of the three founders of the sect. Although it looked mighty and powerful, it actually did not have even one percent of its previous power.

They couldn't wait to find out how Shan Zu died and why the sect leader was so reluctant to tell them about such a serious matter.

Yu Congwen and Yu Congwu stood up and were about to speak.

Yu Congxiu seemed to know what they were going to ask, and suddenly said coldly:

“How many people died this time?”

"One hundred and seventy-two. Two elders were entangled to death in their sleep. The other disciples died in battle. There were eleven external cultivators and three independent cultivators."

Yu Congwu answered them one by one.

"Master, the Fan Ancestor is our sect's sacred artifact. What exactly is going on? Please explain in detail. Our three ancestors died mysteriously, and the elders are all confused and don't know what's going on."

Yu Congxiu pressed his hand majestically:

"This is a matter within the Iron Fan Gate. Let's deal with the important matters first!"

Yu Congwu muttered dissatisfiedly: "This is nothing..." But when Yu Congxiu gave him a cold look, he held back and didn't say anything else.

Yu Congxiu looked around, his eyes sweeping over the faces of those sent for support one by one. Many of them were independent cultivators, and some were disciples from other sword sects who came to gain experience.

"Everyone, I'm sure you're all well aware of the strength of both the spirit and ghost clans. The Black Death Knights and the Red Judges are both at the sixth realm, and they number in the hundreds. Their methods are sinister, and their magic is strange, making them difficult to defend against. There are also seventh-level corpse spirits, guards, and Ringwraiths who have reached the perfect realm. These ghosts are still within the icy lake."

Continued:

"Everyone has seen clearly in today's battle that our limited manpower is not enough to wipe out the Spirit Ghost Clan. You are all elites from various families and factions, and you know the true strength of the three Jinghai clans. Not a single strong man has appeared yet. Those who came today are all water ghosts, the lowest level of the Spirit Ghost Clan, and we have already lost so many people. Moreover, our sect's fan ancestor suddenly died, and the promotion fortress has lost its most solid barrier. If the Iron Fan Sect is destroyed, the three Jinghai clans will march south and slaughter countless lives in the three continents. That will be the true sign of the end of the world!"

"Master, are you asking for help?"

Yu Congxiu nodded slowly:

"In my opinion, we should immediately send people to seek assistance from the major sects of the three continents of Nancang, Zhengyang and Taiyuan."

"What do you think..." He looked around.

"I agree!" A casual cultivator stood up.

Behind him was an old man dressed in black, who said proudly:

"Rumor has it that the Ghost Clan are servants of the Terracotta Warriors, and that the Spirit Clan has two or three ninth-rank masters. The Iron Fan Gate has been defending this place for years, so they should know something!"

The old man carried a jade green fairy sword on his back, with light constantly flowing on the sword body and seven blood grooves clearly imprinted on the sword body. He was a seventh-level ancestor of the Fire Sword Sect.

Yu Congxiu nodded:

"What the elder said is roughly correct. Above the Realm Sea, as far as we know, the Ghost Clan has a strong man at the peak of the Ninth Stage. Many of us died before we discovered that there is a great power who has reached the Ninth Stage for three hundred years. It is rumored that he is one of the Three Immortal Slashing Paths and has already slashed the first one. His name is Yuan Ying, and he likes to transform into a beautiful woman."

"The other one is a young man, known as the most powerful young spirit race. The people of Jinghai call them the Jinghai Shuangbi. As for his name, we still don't know. Have you heard the elders mention the Jinghai Shuangbi?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent. Some of them had heard of the names of these two people, while others simply thought that they had just broken through to the eighth level at most.

But now, the leader of the Iron Fan Sect personally mentioned the Nine Realms, and it was the peak realm. Above the Nine Realms, there was an existence like in the legend of the gods. There were three bumpy paths to immortality, and every time one cut through one, the realm would double in strength.

The black-clothed old man's face instantly drooped. Ninth Realm! What a terrifying realm! An emperor-level powerhouse. In the entire Zhengyang Continent, only one true Ninth Realm powerhouse appeared in three hundred years. Great Pillar State Su Shang. The other two sword sect masters, although they all claimed to be in the Ninth Realm, the old man knew very well that without the blessing of the Heavenly Heart Seal, they were not true Ninth Realm emperor-level powerhouses at all.

And the other side actually has two strong men of this level.

Many of the people present had heard about this from their elders, and when they heard that there was such a powerful person, they immediately gasped.

Someone murmured:

"We must ask the Great Pillar State of Nancangzhou to come forward..."

When someone heard this, they sneered disdainfully:

"Don't you know that half a month ago, Chang Ying, the Great Pillar of Nancangzhou, was chopped down by Bai Huang, the Lord of the Longyuan Sword Sect, with a single sword strike. He was reduced to dust and completely returned to the heavens? Even the Heavenly Heart Seal was taken back by the Heavenly Dao!"

Not many people know this news.

Someone even shouted:

"How is that possible? Great Pillar State Chang Ying is an emperor-level expert, and Lord Longyuan Baihuang is only at the seventh level of cultivation. Among the seven great sword sects, he is not even in the mainstream..."

Someone is asking the leader of the Iron Fan Sect:

"Master Yu, is what this old man said true? Is Changying really dead?"

Yu Congxiu nodded slowly. "My Senior Brother Zuo from the Iron Fan Sect died on the top of Longyuan Divine Mountain. What the Fire Sword Sect's ancestor said is correct. The Great Pillar of Nancang Continent is indeed dead. He died under the Blood Rainbow Sword of Baihuang Master of the Longyuan Sword Sect!"

At this moment, Yu Qinghan suddenly looked into the distance and saw Bai Zhi standing there alone in white clothes at the bottom of the Jinjie Fortress.

Her beauty is so extraordinary that it makes people's hearts beat faster.

Everyone in the crowd said "Oh" at the same time.

Someone immediately said, "Since Lord Baihuang was able to kill the Great Pillar State, she must also be at the Ninth Realm. Why not invite her over to jointly deal with the three evil tribes in Jinghai? Nancangzhou is south of Zhengyangzhou and has the responsibility to defend its territory!"

"Lord Baihuang was killed by the immortal spirit..."

Yu Congxiu's light words were like a huge rock falling into calm water among the crowd.