Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 169 Red Judgment

Her body fell down with a shrill scream, and she fell down the mountain with a roar and fell into the sword tomb.

Above the sky, the torn void cracks began to slowly heal again, and between heaven and earth, a ray of purple cloud shone from the east.

Piercing the dark night sky, the sky is filled with light again.

Countless disciples held their breath and looked up at the sky.

There, the nine huge sword beams above Bai Zhi's head disappeared, and her body floated down like a fallen leaf, swaying from the sky and falling into the sword tomb.

Countless Longyuan Sword Sect disciples rushed forward, calling out:

"Lord of the Wasteland! Lord of the Wasteland!"

All the vitality in Bai Zhi's body was shattered by this power of the Nine Realms.

The entire Longyuan Divine Mountain was in deathly silence, and no one made a sound. After a while, one of Longyuan's disciples suddenly burst into tears. The crying quickly spread, and the crying and sobbing sounds of hundreds of people could be heard everywhere.

A red blood essence ball hung in the air and began to float around, transforming into countless drops of blood essence and being sent into the eyebrows and brains of every Longyuan disciple.

Their wild lord Bai Zhi would rather die than sacrifice their lives to complete this final kill.

Du Fang stared blankly at everything in front of him. There was no ecstasy of revenge in his heart, only an inexplicable feeling of loss.

This former powerful being of the Seventh Realm, the Lord of the Sword Sect, had planned from the very beginning, using Lingxiao to open the Sword Gate and send the immortal spirits into the Sword Gate for cleansing.

He also destroyed his entire sect.

The elders, uncles, headmaster, and disciples were all killed by this ruthless butcher.

But Du Fang really didn't feel happy at all.

Inside the body of this female devil was the soul of the woman he loved most, Li Qingshuang. With the power of a ninth-level Great Pillar State's attack, even his own senior sister was beaten to pieces.

From then on, there was no one left on the continent of Jiuzhou.

From now on, I will be alone, facing the eternal sky.

And above the Longyuan Sacred Mountain.

Countless people watching the sword lowered their heads and whispered:

"Lord Baihuang still doesn't have the power of the Ninth Realm. Facing a true Emperor Realm expert, he can't withstand the blow of a true Emperor Weapon."

"She shouldn't have challenged the Great Pillar State before truly entering the Ninth Realm. The Great Pillar State has been in the Ninth Realm for over a hundred years, upholding the will and destiny of 80 million souls in Nancangzhou. Lord Baihuang's attempt to shake the Great Pillar State with the power of his own sect is truly futile..."

"The Longyuan Sword Sect has disbanded. From now on, there will only be six major sword sects in the Qingxuan Continent!"

Countless people talked about it.

All of Longyuan's disciples looked as if they had lost their parents, their faces were ashen, some had tear marks on their faces, and some were dejected.

The leader of the Longyuan Sword Sect, a hero of his generation, did not sacrifice the blood and essence of countless disciples at the moment of his death, but used his own body to withstand the force of this devastating blow.

Tears flowed down her cheeks like drizzle and merged into the stone slabs underground.

Du Fang looked at the faces of every surviving disciple and elder. There was no sadness or grief in their expressions. There was only a hint of calmness and resentment hidden within the calmness.

The Lord of the Wilderness is dead, and the Longyuan Sword Sect will be disbanded.

But someone suddenly yelled:

"Longyuan Sword Sect has not fallen yet. As long as we are alive, the Sword Sect will not disband!"

These elders are all real men of blood. Even if the Lord of the Wilderness dies, their end will not be good either. The Great Pillar State will definitely not let these people go.

And Long Yuan's spirit has been integrated into the blood of these people.

Responsibility, a heavy responsibility. They will carry on the legacy of all those who have died and continue to fight until the moment their bodies and souls are extinguished.

Nearly seven or eight thousand disciples spontaneously returned to their positions and reorganized the sect-protecting sword formation.

Every sword cultivator of the seventh realm and the sword-wielding elder had a tragic look on their faces, as if they were determined to live and die with the sword sect.

this moment.

Du Fang felt the bloodiness of the former Lingxiao disciples in these people.

All of Longyuan's disciples flew into the air and completely surrounded Changying. Everyone's expression changed from tragic to solemn.

Yes, as long as there is one person, Longyuan Sword Sect will be there, and the sacred mountain will be there too.

Changying looked at these people coldly and gently wiped the blood from her mouth. The blow that Baizhi made before her death finally hurt her.

She licked the blood from the corner of her mouth with her tongue, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

With a grim expression, he looked coldly at the densely packed Longyuan disciples who surrounded him.

He said coldly:

"Very good, everyone in the Longyuan Sword Sect is indeed a real man, except for the two who escaped!"

Changying made a casual move with her hand, and suddenly streams of deathly energy emerged from the thousands of black coffins above her head, and countless black clouds emerged from the coffins.

Nearly tens of thousands of black cavalrymen slowly formed in the rolling black clouds.

Suddenly, in the sky, there was the sound of countless iron cavalry stepping into the air, in uniform and mighty, countless black-clad death knights,

They broke through the coffin and rushed in all directions.

Looking at this horrifying scene, every Longyuan disciple stopped.

What’s more terrifying is yet to come.

Changying directly summoned out the white bone banner. Inside the banner, almost a hundred women in red walked out.

These women had no physical bodies, only jade-white skeletons. They wore bronze masks and looked at the Longyuan disciples in front of them with indifference.

It seems that in their eyes, these people are just a group of lambs.

Someone saw the women in red without bodies and suddenly cried out in surprise:

"Red Judgment!"

No one asked what the Red Judgment was, because everyone felt the chill that pierced their hearts and lungs emanating from their bodies.

Even more terrifying was the sight of the black-clad Death Knights marching out one by one, their faces shrouded in darkness, their expressions obscured. A thick, swirling black aura swirled in their hands, and black bone knives began to appear one after another.

These bone knives are made of human leg bones and have a green glow on them.

Chang Ying glanced at Long Yuan's disciples and ordered sternly:

"Take all these sword cultivators back to the Land of Souls, make them immortal, and let them be slaves for generations, never to leave!"

"As ordered!"

The red-robed judge's cold voice rang out.

Everyone present suddenly shuddered at the same time. Almost everyone knew what it meant to be taken back and made immortal.

They will be no different from these summoned ghosts. Like zombies, they will mechanically repeat their daily work and live forever.

"Yinxie, go to hell!" The three seventh-level sword cultivators of Longyuan swung out huge sword beams at the same time, slashing at the black-clothed death knights.

"Ants! How dare you resist!"

A judge in red stood up and swung the black chain in his hand, which turned into countless black air and locked around the necks of the three people. On their feet and hands were these seemingly intangible chains.

A powerful man with the seventh level of cultivation was actually locked up by these chains of the Red Judgment. Before he could even start to show his power, he was locked up by these iron chains.

Everyone's face began to twist and wrinkle in pain.

Countless people were stunned and exclaimed:

What kind of horrible thing was summoned by this desperate ghost cultivator?