Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 222 Jiazimen No. 1 Arrives

Countless clear voices came from afar in the sky:

"Number one of the Jiazi Sect has arrived, please arrange for it, Sect Master!"

"Number four of Bingzi Sect is here, please arrange for it, Sect Master!"

"Number two from Yizi Sect is here, please arrange for it, Sect Master!"

"Number three of Dingzimen is here, please arrange for it, Sect Master!"

Yu Congxiu soared into the sky, the purple iron fan in his hand suddenly enlarged, almost ten feet long. Standing in the light, dressed in purple, he shone brightly. His expression was solemn, and he adjusted the scales:

"Jia Zi Sect, guard the south and eliminate the remaining ghosts in the city. Elite troops from Ding Zi Sect and Yi Zi Sect will ascend the city walls and form a large formation to cut off the source of the icy lake! Bing Zi Sect, follow me and clear out these low-level water ghosts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body rose up, and purple air wrapped around him, continuously pouring into the giant fan in front of him.

He waved his hand and pointed horizontally, and the iron fan flew out.

At first, the iron fan didn't have any dazzling brilliance, and it was even more ordinary than ordinary. However, in just a blink of an eye, tiny specks of light shone through the iron fan.

This little light is like the rising sun in the early morning, illuminating the darkness of the entire sky.

Everyone stared and looked up. Everyone felt that the spiritual energy inherited by the Iron Fan Gate for nearly a thousand years was beginning to revive under the peak cultivation of the gate master.

Yu Congxiu frowned, put his hands together and pointed his fingers like flying blades at the endless snow-capped mountains, and shouted - Break!

Everyone was stunned by the sound and felt dizzy. Then, they looked at the scene in front of them in surprise:

On the northern peak of the Great Wall of Steel.

This flying blade drew a ravine about tens of miles long and dozens of feet deep. The mountains and ravines were like a huge natural barrier, blocking the endless tide of black water ghosts like ants.

Yu Congxiu succeeded in his attack, whistled softly, and shouted loudly:

"Iron Fan Gate elites, follow me!"

Before he finished speaking, his body moved like a golden eagle hunting its prey, and pounced into the shadows of the remaining water ghosts that had been intercepted.

Almost everyone present, seeing the sect leader leading the way and rushing into the black tide without hesitation, immediately became furious and followed the sect leader to rush in.

And at this moment, behind them——

All the awakened fighting forces of the Iron Fan Gate and almost all the cultivators in the Promotion Fortress came out in full force. The magnificent sword light was like lightning and thunder, constantly slashing at these black water ghosts.

Every time the sword light slashed down, a group of black shadows of water ghosts were cut into several pieces. The golden relics and yellow talismans turned into golden armored giants to kill people, and continued to slaughter these densely packed black shadows of water ghosts.

The Yu Congwen brothers, along with three other seventh-level divine cultivators who came to support them, kept finding those strange black hands in the darkness of the city, pulling them out by the roots, and cutting them off.

These black tentacles seemed to be rootless, emerging from the ground for no reason. Once the sword light cut through their bodies, they turned into streams of black gas and dissipated into the night sky.

Soon, with the concerted efforts of thousands of monks, almost all the invading ghosts from the Spirit Ghost Clan were killed or injured, whether inside the fortress, outside the city, or under the Great Steel Wall.

The Iron Fan Sect is indeed a powerful sect guarding the northern border.

This time, the night attack happened suddenly, but the elites of the Iron Fan Sect were not panicked. Moreover, everyone of them was carrying a rare treasure, and the disciples of various sects who came here to train were also elites.

Soon, this night attack was quelled.

And at the forefront of the battlefield——

Yu Congxiu, the leader of the Iron Fan Gate, had already killed the black shadow water ghost behind the steel gate. The corpses piled up into a mountain, completely blocking the entrance.

There was a victorious smile on everyone's face.

But the leader of the Iron Fan Sect stared at the battlefield that was gradually calming down with deep eyes, and there was no sign of relaxation on his face.

He is the core figure of the Iron Fans and knows much more than anyone else.

Their enemies, the three tribes of Jinghai in the north, who have resisted for thousands of years, are the ones who have resisted for thousands of years.

In the Jinghai, the demon clan occupied the eastern part of the Jinghai and had little to do with the Iron Fan Gate.

The situation is different for the Ling and Gui clans. Their territories border the Iron Fan Gate's Great Steel Wall. Over the past few hundred years, many elites from their clans have died there.

Yu Congxiu was very clear about their strength.

The most numerous and useless creatures of the Spirit and Ghost tribes are these black shadow water ghosts. They have no resistance in front of the cultivators of the fifth, sixth and seventh realms, and those black tentacles are just second-level ghosts. The real elite black-clothed death knights and red-clothed judgments of the Spirit and Ghost tribes have not arrived yet.

What's more, their terrifying 'Sea Realm Twins' are enough to rival the strength of Su Shang, the Great Pillar State of Zhengyang Continent.

That makes people tremble just by listening to it. It is the most terrifying ghost cultivator at the peak of the ninth realm. The spirit race is even more mysterious. It is rumored that the cultivators at the peak of the ninth realm don't even have a physical body. What kind of strength is that?

Yu Congxiu's face looked very heavy.

Having lost the protection of the Nine Realms Fan Ancestor, this divine weapon, with their current strength, can he really preserve the Iron Fan Sect lineage?

Yu Congxiu was completely unsure.

He began to look worried and kept watching the situation on the battlefield.

At this moment, the two heroes of the Yu clan flew over from behind, bowed and said, "Master, all the invading enemies have been eliminated. Please give us your instructions for the next step!"

At such times, they no longer call each other brothers.

Yu Congxiu frowned:

"We must rebuild the 'Glass Curtain'. The spirits and ghosts have been planning to invade the south for a long time. Now that the immortal has appeared, they will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity."

"Immediately gather the disciples, build a great formation to protect the sect, and rebuild the curtain!"

"Yes!"

Yu Congwen immediately flew towards the Jinjie Fortress.

Soon, the desolate and ancient sound of horns rang out again.

The sound of ox horns grew louder and louder, and the Iron Fan Sect disciples who were sent out to carry out the mission immediately flew up from all directions, with purple rainbow light, rushing into the sky above the Jinji Fortress in a mighty force.

Seeing the disciples of his sect so majestic and impressive, Yu Congxiu wiped away the dejected look on his face, and heroic spirit rose from his chest. He suddenly rose up, standing in the sky in a purple robe, and shouted loudly:

"One thousand three hundred disciples of the Iron Fan Sect, listen to the Sect Master's order—form a battle array!"

Countless purple rainbow lights intertwined and formed a huge and magnificent purple fan in the night sky, like a peacock spreading its tail, big at the top and small at the bottom, completely covering the entire promotion fortress underneath.

Bai Zhi stood far away on the top of the mountain, watching this chaotic and terrifying scene.

Du Fang did not drain the blood and souls of all the Iron Fan Sect members as she expected. On the contrary, he disappeared and no one knew where he went.

However, the two tribes in Jinghai seized the opportunity of Shanzu's death.

Countless water ghosts were driven out from the sea to attack the city and die.

Bai Zhi kept looking up, trying to find Du Fang's whereabouts. She had absorbed three golden divine spirits and had already reached a perfect body, which she must not lose.

All her hopes of rebuilding Longyuan lie in Du Fang's immortal body.

And in Yu Congxiu's commanding figure, Bai Zhi seemed to see her former self, the headmaster of Longyuan Sword Sect, Master Huang.

One day, she will rebuild Longyuan and become the leader of the seven major sword sects.

And in the dazzling night sky, the leader of the Iron Fan Gate stretched out his hand and inserted a huge purple fan outside the Great Steel Wall, and it flew up and landed in his hand.

At this moment, he looked solemn as he kept walking on the giant formation. With every step he took, a golden light rose from under his feet. He walked faster and faster, and the spells he chanted became faster and faster.

Later, his entire body was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. It was like a purple sword, constantly flying in the giant fan formation.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the air: "Get up!"

A roar that shook the heavens and the earth came from the sky, and the purple light disappeared.

Yu Congxiu was awe-inspiring. He suddenly stopped and stood at the handle of the fan, raising his hands to the sky. A boundless fan with a golden light curtain was lifted up and stood again to the north of the Great Wall of Steel.

Countless people looked up and saw a shocking scene before their eyes:

Yu Qinghan stood at the bottom with tears in his eyes, watching his father use all his life's skills to prop up the glass curtain again. Suddenly, he couldn't help sobbing.

At this moment, his mind was like a mirror:

This time, the father is redeeming himself for the big mistake his beloved son made.

But he also knew that even though his father was the leader of the Iron Fan Sect, someone would have to take responsibility for the tragic deaths and injuries this time.

And I am the culprit of all this.

Yu Qinghan looked blankly at the night sky to the south. That should be the direction where Du Fang disappeared.

The only thing that comforted him was that Du Fang did not massacre his disciples. Although he had done something wrong, his friend was not as Miss Bai said.

Transform into a demon spirit and slaughter the people.

Yu Qinghan lowered his head and looked at his thighs. He was so angry that he rushed into the water ghost jungle regardless of everything, and took the lead in rushing in, as if to atone for his sins and vent the anger in his heart.

Countless black shadow water ghosts tore off the flesh above his thighs.

At this moment, Yu Qinghan did not have the slightest resentment.

He wasn't even sad that he was disabled.

He is worried about his father.