Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 221 Like a shooting star, like a flying arrow

Yu Congxiu shouted loudly.

The purple light under his feet disappeared instantly. The three heroes of the Yu family looked solemn. The three purple fans condensed into a purple lightning at the same time and shot into the center of the giant skeleton's eyebrows.

This attack condensed the life-long cultivation power of three eighth-level divine cultivators.

A crack immediately appeared on the skull, and the entire huge body, which was dozens of feet long, suddenly fell down with a crash, piling up into countless bones at the gap in the Great Wall.

It works in one hit!

Yu Congwen smiled slightly: "The white bone giants of the Spirit and Ghost tribes are no more than this..."

When he looked into the distance, his smiling face suddenly froze:

On the icy lake of the Endless Sea, countless black shadows climbed out of the lake, densely packed and covering the mountains and plains. In front of these black shadows, there were endless black spots, and behind them, there was a sound.

A strange and unpleasant noise was heard across the entire ice surface.

After all the black shadows crawled out, they rushed towards the broken gap in the Great Wall at full speed.

The three people's expressions changed at the same time. That black shadow was very familiar.

Yu Congwu immediately shouted, "Quickly wake up Shan Zu and activate the defense formation!"

Seeing that the headmaster had stood there in a daze, ignoring his words, Yu Congwu immediately roared, "Second brother, it's already this late, why are you still hesitating?"

Yu Congxiu stood in the air in a daze, his voice becoming very soft, very soft: "The fan ancestor is dead, this time we can only rely on ourselves."

“How is it possible… Shan Zu was so powerful, how could he die…” The two murmured and shook their heads, still unable to believe it.

Countless black shadows were getting closer and closer, and many of them had already climbed onto the city wall. These shadows were actually just human shapes, with no facial features on their heads, as smooth as a carp's head, emitting foul-smelling mucus, and their palms were covered with a layer of membrane like duck webbed feet. They climbed the wall and flew at an extremely fast speed.

When those dark shadows crossed the Great Wall and entered the Jinji Fortress, Yu Congwen and Congwu suddenly woke up.

The protective curtain on top of the Great Wall had shattered at some point and fell onto the wall like transparent porcelain pieces.

Yu Congxiu's expression suddenly changed from dejected to heroic, and he shouted:

"I will take the elders of our sect to stop these dark shadow water ghosts. You two will go and wake up all the disciples and eliminate those strange black hands in the fortress."

As soon as the sect leader gave the order, the two of them immediately bowed:

"As ordered!"

The two brothers immediately flew into the depths of the fortress in an arc of light.

This promotion fortress was extremely large, with its men scattered across the surrounding peaks. It was attacked in the dead of night, with particularly heavy casualties, as it was completely unaware of the first wave of attacks.

Yu Congxiu stepped up on the iron fan, his voice loud and majestic:

"Sixth-rank elders of the Iron Fan Sect, follow my orders and stop these black ghosts and block the gate!"

"Follow the Sect Master's order!"

More than a dozen old voices flew up from everywhere, turning into purple rays of light, following behind the sect leader and killing those black ghosts.

These Iron Fan Gate elders were veterans of battle and showed no fear at all.

At this moment, a figure followed silently and called out softly from behind the Iron Fan Sect's leader:

"father!"

Before he could even utter a word, the sob in his throat had already turned into sobbing.

——It’s Yu Qinghan

After he came out of the cave, he was always feeling anxious and uneasy. Ever since he heard Bai Zhi's words, he was not sure whether he had awakened the powerful demon spirit in Du Fang's mind.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the power of that demon spirit, which was able to defeat the most powerful ninth-rank demon leader of the demon clan, who had cultivated divine power, and send him fleeing.

If he were to go crazy, no one would be able to stop him at the Iron Fan Gate, and it would completely turn into a dead city. None of the thousands of monks would be able to leave safely.

After seeing the subsequent battle situation, he felt relieved at first. He felt relieved because it was the spirit and ghost tribes who took advantage of the death of Fan Zu and the disappearance of the city protection light curtain to attack. It was not as he worried that Du Fang would be possessed by a demon and become an immortal, wantonly slaughtering his sect's disciples.

Then there was another tense moment, the tension was because the battle situation was now very bad. With the death of Shan Zu, the glazed curtain set up by Shan Zu had completely lost its blocking restrictions and warnings on the Great Wall.

That's why the evil creatures of the spirit and ghost tribes were able to infiltrate silently.

Yu Qinghan was heartbroken because all of this was caused by him. He had good intentions and took his friends to treat the corruption and possession, but the result was the opposite of what he wanted.

Not only did the sect's fan ancestor die, the soul of the founder of the sect was also devoured, and his friend Du Fang also became completely possessed by the devil and became the culprit of the immortal spirits.

Heartache, guilt, discomfort, resentment, all kinds of emotions intertwined in his heart.

When Yu Congxiu saw the expression on his only son's face, everything seemed to make sense.

When he felt the shattering of the glass curtain, he knew that his life emblem had been stolen. When he recalled the incident when he brought the little girl to talk about the possession of another's body, his brother guessed that there was something strange in the child's soul.

Yes, perhaps the girl named Du Fang approached her own child just to start this battle, sneak in quietly, take advantage of her son, Yu'er's kindness, kill Shan Zu with a strange method, destroy the city defense curtain and then launch a surprise night attack.

It all seemed to make sense.

Perfect and seamless.

After figuring it out, the leader of the Iron Fan Sect, the powerful lord who once dominated the Great Wall in the north, no longer had any majesty on his face, but only a faint sadness.

He knew in his heart that no matter how many casualties there were in today's battle, his only beloved son would suffer the most cruel punishment of the Iron Fan Sect, and he would no longer have the face to lead the Iron Fan Sect.

"You came……"

He asked Yu Qinghan gently, with a fatherly smile on his face.

Yu Qinghan nodded heavily. Seeing that his father did not blame him, he suddenly felt even more uncomfortable. Perhaps, a few words of reprimand at this time would make him feel better.

The kindness on Yu Congxiu's face faded, and the majesty of the sect leader reappeared. He led the charge, his whole body wrapped in purple light, and flew down.

"Today, my father and I will fight the enemy side by side and will never disgrace the glory of our ancestors!"

"it is good!"

Yu Qinghan's blood was aroused by these words, and blood rushed to his head.

The black ghost shadows were densely packed, like ants, covering the entire gate, pouring in from afar.

Yu Congxiu pounced down like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, and rushed into the group of black shadows. With a wave of his iron fan, a purple electric light drew a sharp arc and cut through the bodies of those black shadows.

A thick stench of corpses emanated from them. These ghosts seemed like corpses that had been frozen for thousands of years, crawling out of an icy lake. There was only a bloody mouth on their mutated heads, which they swallowed the corpses of the dead through their mouths, like a catfish, without biting or chewing, but simply swallowing them whole.

Yu Qinghan was completely bloodthirsty at this moment. He rushed to the front, and his body was surrounded by these black shadows rushing towards him.

His shoulders, legs, and everywhere were covered in this sticky mucus.

A dozen or so Sixth Realm cultivators rushed onto the city wall, while seven or eight blocked the entrance, instantly stopping the endless black tide. Other cultivators continuously soared and descended on the city wall, slaying the shadowy water ghosts that climbed up. Magical weapons and instruments shone everywhere, gleaming brightly on the city walls.

The night was filled with screams and roars.

Suddenly, a huge and vast sound of bull horns rang out from the depths of the Jinjie Fortress.

As the sound of horns became louder and louder, countless purple lights flew in from the peaks everywhere. Each team consisted of hundreds of people, and they were as mighty as shooting stars and flying arrows, streaking across the night sky, and like beautiful patterns blooming in the night sky.

Countless joyful voices came from behind: "Our support is here!"