Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 135: Red-robed Ghost Woman and Evil Boy

It turns out that more than a hundred years ago, Changshengtang split into three branches.

Du Fang stared at the three seventh-level ghost cultivators indifferently. King Qin Guang was holding a soul-summoning banner, while King Chujiang and King Lunzhuan were holding bone whips.

Like the golden holy sword in his hand, both are seventh-level artifacts.

The three men stared at Du Fang with sinister expressions, showing their black teeth and laughing strangely.

"Is this the legendary immortal body that appears once every three hundred years?"

King Qin Guang's face was full of greed.

"Why doesn't he look like him? There are so many men like him, I can't be mistaken!"

"That's right. He came from where Qiu Wuxie stayed and was nearly killed by Old Monk Qinghe and Qiu Wuxie. I followed that aura here. Can't you smell the rich immortal spirit energy on him?"

The Wheel King sniffed lightly.

Du Fang looked at these three monsters that were neither ghosts nor humans, and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

King Qin Guang was furious. As ghost cultivators of the seventh realm, they were feared and respected as great figures wherever they went.

Unexpectedly, an immortal body that has not yet taken shape dared to smile at them with contempt.

Du Fang said calmly:

"You think you can trap me with this evil weapon that can reach the eighth level?"

King Qin Guang laughed and said:

"Young man, do you really think the Green Plague Seal is so simple? Let me tell you, when the green plague absorbed the sword just now, countless poisonous insects in this city had already entered your ears, eyes, and body. Even if you have immortal power, it doesn't matter. I'm betting that you will be kind-hearted!"

"I thought I was already considered an evil cultivator, yet I still cared about the lives of ordinary people. But in your eyes, these people are just means to deal with the enemy!"

Du Fang had murderous intentions. When they released the plague into the city and treated the lives of the people as nothing, he didn't want these people to live anymore.

What can a ghost cultivator of the seventh level do? He can even cut the ground with Bai Zhi of the eighth level. What about these ants!

Du Fang said coldly, "Your Palace of Eternal Life, the azure net above your head, and the green plague seal in your hand, were they all brought here by your Palace Master?"

"So, is he the same as you losers? He will be trapped and die at the seventh level at most?"

The three Yama Kings were enraged at the same time:

"How dare you! It's not your place to judge the Palace Master's cultivation level, you little brat. Just follow us obediently. I promise to make sure you die comfortably without suffering!"

Du Fang suddenly laughed.

He was laughing at these people's ignorance, and said loudly: "Okay! Since you are so kind-hearted, I will also let you die without any pain!"

The blood in his body suddenly contracted, dyeing the entire golden holy sword blood red.

Just about to draw his sword.

Suddenly, countless sharp whistles came from behind.

Du Fang looked back and saw six or seven red cloths flying in the air.

On the red cloth, six old women in bright red wedding gowns, their faces full of wrinkles, yet with thick rouge and powder on them as thick as a city wall.

These six people exuded a vigorous aura, and at first glance, they were also cultivators who had reached the seventh level.

Du Fang was startled. Why were there so many masters of cultivation coming to surround him today?

The six witches in red robes came stepping on red cloth and immediately surrounded the four people. They looked at Du Fang and the King of Hell in the Third Hall with alert looks on their faces.

At first glance, it looks bad.

King Chu Jiang said grimly, "Ghost, what are you going to do? We were the first to discover this spirit and forced it out with a magic seal!"

The Wheel King also said, "Among the three Ghost Halls, it was my Hall of Immortality that first discovered the traces of the immortal spirit today, and then I sent a warning to your Hall of Magic. The Puppet Hall, for example, doesn't even have the right to share. Are you guys putting on this show, hoping to keep the immortal spirit for yourself?"

A tall witch stepped out from the crowd and said with a charming smile, "Of course not. We had an agreement beforehand: a fifty-fifty split. You want the lower half of the immortal, and we want the body itself. That's not too much, is it?"

Although she looks very old, her voice is as pleasant as that of a girl of eighteen or nineteen.

Du Fang couldn't help but look at them:

These witches all wore red clothes and red veils, brightly embroidered shoes, and their hair fell to their feet.

She looked like a newly dead bride, with a ghostly aura all over her.

As soon as they spoke, they split Du Fang's body into two halves.

Du Fang suddenly laughed:

"My dear old lady, if you want to share my body, don't you ask me what I think?"

The witch was furious and said:

"You dare to call me wife mother? I will skin you alive and turn you into my boy."

She waved her hand, and a red porcelain vase appeared from her red clothes. Inside the vase was a baby's head the size of a fist.

The baby's head was pale and his face was black.

The wrinkles on his face are like those of an old man.

Du Fang felt sick when he saw this.

He had heard people say that some ghost cultivators stole human babies under a month old and used them to create evil boys. It seemed that the boy created by this ghost woman was created in this way.

When he thought about how his father was also refined in this way, a chill ran down Du Fang's heart.

It would have been better if he hadn't seen this kind of evil, but once he saw it, he could no longer control the anger in his heart.

He let out a light roar towards the sky, his whole body bathed in blood, forcing all the green smoke out of his body, and slashed at the Yama King of the Third Hall.

Today, he wants to chop all these evil ghost cultivators into dust.

King Qin Guang sneered and raised the soul-calling banner to block the golden holy sword with a cold glow.

With a "swish" sound, the soul-calling banner split in half, and King Qin Guang's entire body was split in two.

The corpse fell and suddenly turned into two black gases, which then regrouped into a black shadow.

Everyone immediately retreated in shock, shouting:

"This kid has some tricks up his sleeve. Don't get cocky. Everyone, attack him together! We can divide the loot after we kill him. Don't start fighting among yourselves!"

The witch shouted, "Whoever kills him first will take the upper half!"

With a wave of his hand, six red robes rolled over like an overwhelming force.

Du Fang's eyes were immediately flooded with red.

Under the red clothes, six vase boys flew out and opened their mouths to bite Du Fang's body.

These evil boys have fist-sized heads and their bodies are just a short piece of intestine. They look bloody and scary. Before you get close to them, the strong fishy smell will make you dizzy.

Du Fang calmed himself down, swung his sword backhandedly, and cut the two boys into four pieces. Sharp screams continued to be heard. In this red ocean, countless hairs were like seaweed in the ocean.

——Wrapped around Du Fang’s body.

Du Fang chopped off the hair with his sword. Although the hair was thin and long, it was surprisingly tough and strong when the copper coin sword was cut through it. It felt like cotton when cut through. The long black hair gradually entangled Du Fang.

In the blink of an eye, the whole body was wrapped in black hair, like a cocoon, with only the head left outside.

The witch laughed loudly, took off her red clothes, and the sky became clear again.

The ghost woman said loudly:

"This immortal body was captured by my Thaumaturgy Hall, so it should belong to me. Your Longevity Hall didn't contribute, so the previous alliance is hereby invalidated!"

King Qin Guang angrily said, "You...you are such an untrustworthy woman!"