Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 147 Chengying Appears

Yu Qinghan's body flew out and suddenly stopped in the air. He clearly remembered that he came out of Xingluo City and was attacked by the three friends of Lishan. How come the scene in front of him changed completely and the whole city suddenly disappeared.

He was stunned, and when he turned around, Du Fang had disappeared.

Du Fang left silently without any explanation.

Regardless of whether this pale-faced scholar has good intentions or bad intentions, he should at least give it a try. It's always just a thought. Once the matter in the Longyuan Mountains is settled, he plans to give it a try. What if he succeeds?

He flew very slowly, and the golden holy sword shattered. Even this seventh-rank artifact could not penetrate the body of the fairy. As a fully formed fairy, there should be very few opponents in the world.

Du Fang flew directly to Longqi City with full confidence.

Two days later, the most world-renowned battle among the nine divine states will take place there.

A ninth-rank cultivator is almost the top combat force in Shenzhou. He was very curious why Bai Zhi was so confident that she dared to challenge Chang Ying, the Great Pillar State.

And why did Chang Ying insist on letting him go to Longyuan Mountain to watch the battle! And why did he say that he should go and get back his own great sword - Chengying!

He promised Changying that he would go to Longqi City.

Once the matter here was settled, Du Fang no longer hesitated.

Although the flight was slow, Du Fang was slowly adjusting his mood. After entering the realm of immortals and gods, in his eyes, the land was gray, the houses were gray, and the sky was gray.

All living animals, whether mice, cats or dogs, looked blood red in his eyes.

Whenever Du Fang saw these creatures, a trace of greed would arise in his heart.

It was as if those bloody foods were the most delicious delicacies in the world.

As soon as this thought arose, Du Fang immediately concentrated on his Yuan and suppressed these evil thoughts.

He was very clear that his soul was being influenced by Mo Ling.

As soon as I left the ruins of Starfall City, regret, pain, and all the negative emotions began to disappear, and were replaced by a feeling of excitement.

It was as if there were countless delicious blood foods in Longyuan Mountain, waiting for him to enjoy.

It was dusk when Du Fang arrived, and the entire Longqi City was extremely lively at this time.

In the sky, sword cultivators were flying with their swords, and divine cultivators were controlling objects. Countless rays of light were flying around, and from time to time a huge sword beam would fly into the city, leaving behind a majestic aura.

This is the energy fluctuation of a cultivator in the seventh realm.

At this time, Longqi City is truly a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden.

The citizens of Longqi have long been accustomed to this, and the streets and teahouses are full of discussions.

Every disciple of the Longyuan Sword Sect had a look of pride on their face, as if their Lord of the Wilderness would definitely be able to enter the Ninth Realm, defeat the Great Pillar State Changying, and take his place.

But the monks from outside didn't believe anyone.

Du Fang saw seven or eight strong blood auras rising into the sky in the city. These powerful cultivators in the eighth realm did not hide their cultivation at all. They seemed to be showing off their strength, and also seemed to be giving Longyuan's Lord a warning.

But at this time, Longyuan Sacred Mountain was quiet.

There was no noise in the entire Longyuan Sword Sect. Almost all the disciples were sent to the city to maintain order. Du Fang stood at the gate of the Longyuan Sword Sect for a long time and did not see anyone.

He quietly went to the back mountain and climbed up on foot to avoid being discovered.

This time of climbing the mountain reminded him of the feeling he had half a year ago when he climbed up the mountain behind Lingxiao with Qingtai. At that time, he was nervous and hoped to get a place in the sword competition from Uncle Xuanzhen and enter the inner gate.

Who could have imagined that in just half a year, the entire Lingxiao would be destroyed because of a fairy flower.

The green fetus that he brought up the mountain at that time has become his current body.

The sacred Longyuan Mountain is lush and green, with a towering peak.

Du Fang concealed his immortal blood and energy, gathered all the energy in his body into his sea of ​​consciousness, and quietly touched the sword tomb of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

This was the most important secret of the Longyuan Sword Sect. Du Fang guessed that his divine sword, Chengying, should be here. At this time, there was almost no one in the Longyuan Sword Sect.

The huge Pinjian Hall was empty.

Du Fang was slightly surprised.

But when his eyes met the tombstone in front of the sword tomb, his whole body suddenly froze.

In front of the tombstone, there was a black sword with nine golden sword ridges, glowing brightly. This made Du Fang excited.

This was really easy to get.

Who would have thought that a prehistoric divine sword, a spiritual weapon that has not appeared in almost ten thousand years, would be casually inserted here. Doesn’t the Lord of the Wasteland, Bai Zhi, know the value of this ninth-level divine weapon?

Du Fang didn't move.

Chang Qingzi once said that there was a ninth-level sword cultivator in the Longyuan Sword Sect.

When he was watching Bai Zhi break through, he had heard the old woman's voice.

Until that old woman shows up, the sword must not be used.

He squatted quietly, waiting for the arrival of the late night.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Time goes by.

Du Fang began to lose his patience and was about to take action when suddenly, two dangerous auras came from not far away from him. They were the breath fluctuations of an eighth-level strong man.

Du Fang was shocked. Besides Bai Zhi, when would there be another eighth-level expert in Longyuan Sword Sect?

However, those two figures were not from the Longyuan Sword Sect.

Du Fang glanced over and found that they were also hiding their aura like himself, and their eyes were coveting the magic sword in front of the sword tomb.

"It seems there are many people in this world who know what they are talking about, and some have been eyeing the Longyuan Sword Sect for a long time!"

Before he could finish his inner chuckle, the two eighth-rank warriors attacked at the same time, one holding a golden iron chain and the other holding a fine iron shield.

The magical weapons used by two eighth-level divine cultivators are so strange.

Du Fang was afraid that the two would get ahead of him, and just as he was about to take action, suddenly, a huge murderous intent burst out from the sword tomb.

Two eighth-level warriors have already rushed to the front of the sword tomb.

Before they could stretch out their hands, they both suddenly stopped at the same time. From above the sword tomb, an old woman's voice rang out in a sinister voice:

"You dare to covet my Longyuan sacred object? You are really courting death!"

From the top of the sacred mountain, Du Fang suddenly discovered that the space began to distort. At the same time, a pressure heavier than ten thousand tons was transmitted to his body.

This was the true power of the Ninth Realm Great Being, suppressing him so that he could hardly move.

Oh no, I’m locked!

Du Fang wanted to leave, but found that this body was heavier than a shot put. However, the strong aura only trapped him and did not attack him.

Du Fang was puzzled at first, but soon he discovered a very familiar sword formation that began to spread around the entire sacred mountain.

The clear sword energy and strong murderous intent completely nailed the two eighth-level powerhouses to death.

Du Fang immediately concealed his body and breath, and buried himself in the grass and trees, completely blending into the soil. The murderous intent of the sword formation was directed at all living beings that broke into this world.

He tried hard to disperse the energy and blood in his body into the soil, so that the sword formation would not notice him as much as possible.

Otherwise, once the immortal blood is exposed, the might of the sword formation will hit him first.

He had just hidden himself when suddenly—

The sky above the black starry sky, the space full of stars was cut into nine pieces, and countless black void cracks were cut out by this sword formation.

A chill flashed across Du Fang's face.

He had seen this formation twice, but it was far less murderous and powerful than this one.

'Nine Palaces Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation!'