Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 165 Should I abdicate and let others take over?

Baizhi looked at Changying indifferently.

His eyes were filled with cold disdain. "You've been sitting on this throne for a hundred and fifty years. It's time to step down and let someone more capable take over!"

"What a big mouth, little girl!"

This sentence completely angered Dazhuguo.

Chang Ying's expression, which had been gentle, turned cold and stern. "Aren't you just after my Heavenly Heart Seal? Come! Take it if you can!"

In her slender hands, a bright halo of light shone out from between her eyebrows.

In an instant, the sunlight on the entire sacred mountain was overshadowed, and no one could see clearly what the so-called Heavenly Heart Seal in her hand looked like.

Chang Ying suddenly shouted coldly:

"Liang'er, go and show this little girl real power!"

As the words fell, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from Changying's crotch. This real ancient beast began to exude its power.

Between the nostrils, between each breath, there was a terrifying pressure.

The mountains bow their heads, and the grass and trees droop their heads!

All living creatures were suppressed by the aura emanating from Mingliang and could not lift their necks.

Bai Zhi sneered, "You beast, are you worthy enough to fight me? Even the Heavenly Grade Yellow Bird has been subdued by me, let alone you..."

He swung the magic sword in his hand, but the sword light did not go towards Mingliang.

The sword light pierced into the sword tomb.

Two nights ago, the Nine Palaces Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation that suppressed the two eighth-level masters reappeared.

But this time, the pressure was completely different from the last time.

Nine dark green sword beams broke out of the ground and split into countless small swords of different colors, shining like colored glass. These sword beams formed a galaxy-shaped light curtain, covering the Longyuan Divine Mountain and completely blocking out the sunlight.

As a prehistoric beast, Mingliang suddenly roared towards the sky, shaking the whole area and making the heaven and earth roar.

A majestic blood energy emanated from it.

This ancient beast, a divine beast that had lived for almost ten thousand years, was as fast as lightning and pounced directly into the sword formation.

The dark green sword light immediately became intelligent, like a desert army ant, following a long snake, and attached itself to the body of this ancient beast.

The power of the sword formation and the pressure from the strange beast offset each other.

All the people watching suddenly felt their bodies become relaxed, and the heavy force pressing on their heads dissipated immediately.

The onlookers all breathed a sigh of relief.

This Nine Palaces Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation is indeed a killing formation from ten thousand years ago. The strange beasts of the ancient times have almost the power of the ninth level. They are trapped in it, roaring and screaming, and constantly throwing away the sword beams on their bodies.

But every time it was swung down, more sword beams came out like water and meteors, slashing and cutting through the surging blood in his body.

This Nine Palaces Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation seems to be specially designed to restrain this kind of strange beast.

Bai Zhi sneered, "This Immortal Execution Sword Formation can kill even gods. It has been set up in the ancient Dao Court for over ten thousand years. Not to mention these strange beasts, even if an emperor-level powerhouse came, he would be strangled to death!"

This time, Changying didn't say anything.

Her expression was filled with worry.

When Du Fang was suppressed by the sword formation that day, she had heard Lu Wushuang mention that Du Fang could escape by his own ability. She originally thought that the ability of this sect protection formation was only at the eighth level, and that it could not trap monsters with the power of the ninth level.

did not expect.

The more powerful the person who breaks the formation is, the more powerful the sword formation will be.

What's even more terrible is that as soon as I showed up, Bai Zhi seemed to know their plan in advance.

He used his sword to directly open the gate of heaven, break open the sword tomb, and directly merge the undead with the purple and green source energy, leaving Du Fang no chance!

But the cultivators who have reached the ninth level are extremely powerful and have defeated countless opponents in their lives. Changying saw that his strange beast could not give them a show of strength.

Call Mingliang back directly.

Its body was covered in blood. It lay in the clouds, and every breath it took was filled with a magnificent white aura.

Observers began to express their opinions:

"This prehistoric beast is said to have the strength of a ninth-order power, but now it seems that it is just an exaggeration and only has a superficial appearance!"

"What do you know? You are the guardian formation of the ancient Dao Court. In the mythology of the ancient times, even the Qilin clan and the True Dragon clan cannot set foot in the killing formation, let alone a beast without the blood of the emperor!"

"Indeed, Ming Liang's defeat was well deserved. The Qinghua Empress had a far-sighted vision. Who could have imagined that the Longyuan Sword Sect, ranked last among the seven great sword sects of Jiuzhou, would have such a powerful protective formation!"

"Now we can only see the truth in their own hands..."

Someone asked doubtfully:

"What is the Heavenly Heart Seal? Why does Bai Huang want that thing?"

No one could answer this question. Everyone present who had reached the ninth level had no idea what the Heavenly Heart Seal was.

I clearly took out Changying just now, but I didn’t see what it looked like.

But Du Fang was full of grievances.

Bai Zhi is really thoughtful.

As soon as he made a move, he disrupted their entire plan.

This sword move opened the sky gate, and the undead spirits directly merged into the sword body, leaving him without a target.

He also didn't expect that the Nine Palaces Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation would become stronger when it faced a stronger opponent. Even a beast as powerful as the Tomb Guardian Beast was beaten to the point that all its blood and energy were drained away, and it retreated injured.

Now that Lord Baihuang has the blessing of the sword formation, it is hard to say who will win or lose.

Both of them are in the pseudo ninth realm, and both of them have imperial weapons in their hands. The truth can only be revealed in their hands.

Du Fang lay down again in the place where he had squatted the day before, looking at the sword tomb curiously.

It was a very ordinary tomb with a stone tablet in front. Now the soil on the tomb had loosened, and nine streams of light flowed out from it and were still radiating.

Changying planned to let him obtain the purple and green source energy to refine the undead, but he was absorbed by Baizhi's sword spirit at the beginning, and even awakened the sword soul that had been nurtured for thousands of years and began to revive.

But Du Fang did not leave, he saw a man.

A man in a gray robe, his face reflected in the robe.

The aura of this man is completely unpredictable, and it is unknown whether he is in the eighth or ninth realm. The clothes he wears are simply ordinary.

But Du Fang vaguely felt that this person was a dangerous person.

This is a warning from deep within the fairy's memory.

This warning means that Mo Ling had suffered losses at the hands of such people in his previous life. And in the Jiuzhou Continent, people who can make immortals suffer losses and leave deep memories are definitely not ordinary people.

It seemed that he sensed Du Fang's presence.

The man in gray glanced in Du Fang's direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Du Fang immediately held his breath and merged his body into the soil. At this time, he finally saw clearly the strange power of his own.

His entire body disappeared and turned into a black shadow, lying on the ground, flat and black. This situation happened before, next to the three huts with yellow bird blood in Longqi City.

When he broke into Dan Lao's magic weapon, his spiritual thoughts moved and merged into the pillar, and his body was completely transformed into a black shadow.

At that time, Du Fang himself was not shocked.

But this gray-robed man has been standing next to the sword tomb. What is he waiting for?

Du Fang couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, Bai Zhi, who was above the sky, waved her hand and said coldly:

"If you obediently hand over the Heavenly Heart Seal, I won't make things difficult for you. I'll let you live out your days in the Shadow Valley. Otherwise..."

She suddenly snorted coldly:

"I'll let you have a taste of what my Long Yuan's true sword formation looks like!"

As she shouted softly, countless figures flew out from the ruins of Longqi City and every corner of Longyuan Divine Mountain, almost tens of thousands of them.

Each disciple was wearing red clothes and holding a red sword, standing in the clouds.