Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 170 9th Level Sword Spirit

No one can answer this question. The White Bone Banner is a ghostly artifact that reaches the ninth level. No one knows how many former geniuses and powerful people are buried in it.

The journey of this Great Pillar State Changying to the Ninth Realm in his previous life must have been extremely bumpy.

Although Nancangzhou is located in the border area, the way this ghost kills people is so unusual that almost no one has seen it, let alone heard of it.

At this time, the whip in the black death knight's hand hit many people. The more some people struggled and resisted, the tighter the black chains became.

A thin black crack appeared in the matrix of the coffin.

Almost a thousand sword cultivators were pulled by iron chains around their necks and led into the void rift.

On the other side of the rift might be the place of souls that Changying mentioned.

"Go away, you beasts!"

The black-clad Death Knight kept shouting loudly:

At this moment, Du Fang suddenly discovered a surprising change.

Not far away, in the sword tomb where Bai Zhi died, a thin blood-red sword tip emerged, like surging blood. Around the blood were undead souls, holding hands and weaving a black net.

The sword body, oozing with blood, was slowly pulled out of the sword tomb.

When the blood-red sword began to emerge three inches——

Everyone suddenly looked up at the sky in horror.

The bodies of many of the seventh-level sword cultivators who were chained by iron chains were like the blood plasma emerging from the sword tomb.

The iron chain on the neck melted and disappeared. Starting with the seventh-level sword cultivator with the highest cultivation level, drops of soul blood began to emerge from the eyebrows of every disciple of Long Yuan.

That was what Lord Baihuang had just returned to them.

At this time, the drop of soul blood began to stretch and change, turning into a small sword as thick as a finger.

When the sword body of the small sword took shape, all the blood and energy in the bodies of those Longyuan disciples began to be absorbed by this drop of soul blood.

On the entire Longyuan Divine Mountain, the bodies of seven or eight thousand disciples slowly began to lose weight.

As the long sword made of blood in the sword tomb continued to stretch and expand, the bodies of these disciples slowly began to shrivele.

The eyeballs and teeth were squeezed out, as if the blood-soaked sword in the sword tomb was constantly devouring the vitality of these people.

At first, many people did not understand and shouted at the Great Pillar State Changying:

"Killing is not enough. Why torture the dying so cruelly?"

"As the guardian of Nancangzhou, you have no mercy on others, but are so cruel. No wonder you are a ghost cultivator. Today you have revealed your cruel and murderous true face!

Changying ignored these scattered words. She clearly felt that in the sword tomb, an unprecedented power was constantly growing.

This power seemed to come from the sky above and did not belong to this world.

Looking at the slowly shrinking Longyuan disciples, and their miserable state of being unable to even scream before dying, Chang Ying immediately realized:

If we don't speed up and send these people into the void, the blood, essence, spiritual power, and source energy of these sword cultivators will be absorbed by the blood sword body in the sword tomb.

By that time, I wouldn't be able to withstand that blow.

At this time, the bodies of nearly two thousand disciples of the sixth and seventh realms of the Longyuan Sword Sect began to dissipate at the same time.

Chang Ying bit his tongue and sprayed it towards the white bone banner. The red-robed judges who had been standing there all the time felt the spiritual power emanating from the white bone banner, and their bodies all turned bright red. Even the black chains in their hands turned red, splitting from one into two.

Countless red chains were thrown from the hands of these red-robed judges, and almost half of the Longyuan disciples were completely locked up.

at the same time,

In front of the Pinjiange Square of Longyuan Divine Mountain.

Chang Ying waved her hand, and the void crack turned into two huge bronze doors. She shouted sharply, her voice anxious:

"Hurry in! Hurry!"

In the face of such enormous realm strength, Long Yuan's disciples didn't even have the strength to fight and were tortured together half to death.

The black Death Knight whipped them and drove them towards the portal like animals.

Chang Ying glanced at the growing blood sword and suddenly shouted:

"Get in there!"

She waved her long hand, and a strong wind suddenly formed between heaven and earth, sweeping towards the bodies of those disciples, trying to blow them directly in.

But it's too late.

Du Fang was surprised to see that on the hilt of the blood-stained sword in the sword tomb, there were two women's faces imprisoned on a white bead in the hilt.

That is the imperial weapon left by the founder of the Longyuan Sword Sect, the Qinghua Empress.

When his eyes looked at the ball, his whole body suddenly froze:

A ball with two sides, one side is the color of Baizhi's killing and ferociousness.

One picture shows Li Qingshuang’s sad and painful expression.

Chang Ying suddenly shouted, "Ninth-rank Sword Spirit!"

As soon as she finished speaking, in the sky, all the Longyuan disciples who had just sacrificed their souls and blood suddenly shrank to the size of a fingernail and were sucked into the small soul-blood sword in front of them.

Countless blood rainbows appeared in the sky, pouring into the sword made of fresh blood from all directions.

A crazy face appeared above the blood.

The white-bearded old man who was watching the battle exclaimed, "Sacrificing two souls to create a ninth-level sword spirit, this Lord Baihuang... is the first person in the history of time who dared to do this!"

"What is a ninth-order sword spirit?"

No one answered.

Chang Ying, who was flying into the air, suddenly gritted his teeth, and his whole body suddenly turned into a black light, falling directly from the sky, and flashed towards the void portal that he had opened.

Everyone screamed:

"The Great Pillar State is trying to escape!"

"She doesn't even want her own imperial weapon anymore!"

At this moment, the blood-stained sword on the sword tomb suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Then, a blood-red sword light with a purple-green color appeared in the sky, stabbed down from the air, and cut the portal in half with one sword.

Everyone immediately turned around and looked in the direction where the sword came from.

This is just a sword beam.

A woman in red walked through the air, leaving behind a trail of blood-red footprints like clouds. In her hand was an almost transparent sword.

There are two purple-green rays on the sword. It was this sword beam that was so sharp that it cut through the portal just now.

"This is a ninth-order sword spirit that has been fused with the purple and green energy!"

"The Great Pillar State is in trouble!"

This voice came from the ordinary man in gray robes beside the sword tomb. Hundreds of people watching the battle looked at him in surprise.

Du Fang also looked at him.

The man suddenly turned his head, no longer looking at the battle in the sky, with a smile on his face, and said to where Du Fang was hiding:

"Brother, come out! The ground there is damp. Be careful not to catch a cold!"

But Du Fang was completely stunned, his eyes fixed on the beautiful face in the sky.

On the woman in red standing in the air, he saw the face of Bai Zhi, whom he once hated so much, and also the face of Li Qingshuang, whom he once loved so much.

Two faces kept changing and intertwining on the face of the woman in red.