Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 140 Deaf Du Fang

A pure white flower floated out and headed towards the green sword!

The green sword transformed into countless green sword beams and stabbed towards the white flower.

The petals suddenly shrank and turned into a blood-red black dot. When the green sword light pierced through, it suddenly opened like lightning and swallowed all the small swords in its belly.

Mo Ling sneered:

"A ghost cultivator who doesn't even have a ninth-level god status dares to call himself a guardian. The Great Pillar State of Nancang is too weak!"

A weak green sword suddenly emerged from the belly of the fairy flower, and Chang Ying said in a deep voice:

"What now? How is it?"

"Bitch! You actually attacked me by surprise!"

Mo Ling screamed in pain.

The fairy's white petals began to wrap around, and the green sword hurriedly escaped from the sea of ​​consciousness. Countless white petals stained with black air stretched out and swam behind the green sword to chase it.

Suddenly, Du Fang felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and the green sword pierced through.

A golden light shone in from above, forcing the white petals back.

Mo Ling's hateful voice continued to be heard:

"Changying, just wait for me. One day, I will devour you and turn all your cultivation into my nutrients!"

Du Fang suddenly opened his eyes.

The white mist had dissipated, but the ancient purple tower was still hanging above his head, and golden light continued to shine on his body.

Chang Ying lay weakly on the ground, her face as pale as paper, and she coughed violently. Balls of black blood, like bright petals, spurted out of her mouth.

"Are you okay?" Du Fang squatted down and gently picked her up.

Changying's body was soft and slender, and was held in Du Fang's arms.

A hint of bright red appeared on the pale face.

Even the roots of his ears turned red.

She struggled a bit.

"Put me down!"

As soon as Du Fang put her down, her body went limp. Du Fang immediately hugged her in panic.

This time, Changying no longer had the strength to struggle.

She gasped:

"I overestimated myself and underestimated her! I originally thought that I could kill her because my immortal spirit hadn't grown yet. In the end, I still lacked a Heavenly Heart Seal. I'm not an emperor-level powerhouse recognized by heaven and earth. This black spirit is too enchanting and too evil!"

"Then...what should we do?"

"We can only seek help from other Nine Realms experts. You must protect your heart and soul and don't let them devour you. Once... you become corrupted, not only you, but the entire Nancang Continent will turn into a sea of ​​blood. Eighty million lives will become her bloody food..."

Chang Ying gasped:

"By then, I'm afraid there won't be anyone who can control her!"

"How can I protect my heart and soul?" Du Fang was a little anxious.

"Didn't your master teach you the Taoist principle of embracing the essence and guarding the unity?"

"I've been taught the art of calming the mind, but does it really work?"

Chang Ying coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining her purple clothes red, and her face was gloomy:

"Everything depends on human effort. She just devoured nine powerful cultivators. The white flower has become even more vibrant and fuller. When all the petals turn black, it will be time for her to appear and harm people!"

"At that time, all the cultivators in the world will be nourished by her blood and blood, used to cultivate that immortal flower. Do not remove this Seven Treasures Glazed Tower I have placed above your head. As long as the tower's divinity remains, it will suppress the soul of the Black Spirit Flower, allowing your mind to be clear and maintain control of this body!"

"Is it so scary?"

Du Fang suddenly felt a chill.

Changying swallowed the blood, and a purple lotus root appeared between her eyebrows. Then, her whole body flashed and became almost transparent.

Du Fang looked at everything in front of him in amazement. Is the healing method of a strong man in the ninth realm also so special?

Chang Ying's expression returned to its original state, and he whispered:

"I'm leaving! Take care of yourself, and remember to hold onto your essence and don't let the immortal spirit devour you!"

"Hmm..." Du Fang nodded, and suddenly his throat choked a little.

In this world, apart from his senior sister Li Qingshuang, his murdered relatives, and Lingxiao's disciples, no one will care about his corruption. Being possessed and corrupted will be his destined fate.

Unfortunately, they all died by their own swords.

Changying's body gradually disappeared. Du Fang suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly shouted:

"Will you go to the Longyuan Sword Competition in three days?"

"Yes..." Changying's voice seemed a little weak.

Du Fang immediately shouted again: "Is your injury okay?"

This time, Changying did not answer him. There was no trace left on the bluestone slab in front of her. Only a faint woman's fragrance lingered in the air.

Du Fang raised his head and looked at the huge black ship.

The giant ship was slowly melting, and finally disappeared into the sky.

A divine thought came over:

"Three days later, I hope you'll be there for the sword fight!"

"I will go, don't worry!"

Du Fang roared with joy, to be favored by the Great Pillar State is something that many monks dream of all their lives, but today, it happened to him.

"You should get back the sword that belongs to you!"

When the second divine thought came, all the darkness was dispelled, and the dazzling sunlight once again enveloped the entire Wushuang City.

In the city and below, countless people cheered enthusiastically and sent off the Great Pillar of the State.

But to Du Fang's ears, these noises sounded like buzzing tinnitus.

When the guardian of Nancangzhou left, he lost his six senses again and became deaf again.

Du Fang put the sword on his back and walked out of Lord Lu's flower hall. With the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower, he would not be corrupted by the immortals for the time being.

He has to find the way to separate his soul by himself.

However, even the strong ones in the ninth realm said that there is no solution to the problem of flower spirit possession. Can I really find it?

When I walked out of Wushuang City, I looked at the endless official road and the vast Yunshan Mountains.

Du Fang suddenly felt confused:

The world is so vast, where can we find this kind of magic?

Looking at the bloodstains of monks on the city wall, the words that Empress Qingyao once said rang out in his mind again:

Your immortal body will surely attract encirclement and suppression from many cultivators outside. These powerful cultivators will not allow an immortal to take shape and bring disaster to the people.

Du Fang sat down and began to think carefully about why he met so many people along the way who coveted his body.

Starting from the Lingxiao Mountain, he first attracted the Lord of Xingluo City and the Lord of Wushuang City. Later, outside Longqi City, Master Qinghe came uninvited. Later, he attracted the sixth-level sword cultivator of Longyuan. After leaving the three-inch world, he was followed by people from the Changsheng Palace.

How did these people know that I was a fairy and how could they follow me so accurately?

This question lingered in Du Fang's mind for a long time. After careful consideration, the words of Empress Qingyao finally came to his mind:

The immortals will bring countless disasters to Shenzhou. On the continent, the top strong men have set up restrictions. They are restrictions, but also warnings.

Could it be that it was his immortal blood that triggered these warning restrictions, which attracted these powerful people?

'This is truly an enemy of the world!'

Du Fang couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.