Ninth-level fairy

At this time, Du Fang, who was bathed in blood, had already turned into a god of death.

A bloodthirsty ancient demon god swung his sword and died.

Countless monks who were watching the battle and trying to escape had their lives sucked away by his shadow.

Chengying seems to be able to find the breath of every living being, and can always find the monks hidden in the depths and absorb their souls into the sword.

Bai Zhi looked at Du Fang, who had already embarked on the path of evil, and a cruel smile suddenly flashed across her lips.

A green light flashed, completely covering Li Qingshuang who was squatting in pain.

Meanwhile, the sacrifice was completed.

Du Fang stabbed Bai Zhi between the eyebrows with the murderous intention of exterminating all living things in the world.

Bai Zhi sneered, and when the Chengying sword was about to reach her, she drew two circles with her bare hands. At the same time, she grabbed with her left hand, imitating Li Qingshuang's body and blocking it in front of her.

She didn't believe that Du Fang would kill her with one sword.

There was a flash of clarity in Du Fang's eyes for a moment, but it quickly faded away.

The Chengying sword, with its mysterious murderous intent, pierced through Li Qingshuang's heart and exited from Bai Zhi's back.

Bai Zhi's twisted hatred completely filled her entire face, and she bit her lips so hard that blood spurted out.

The sword pierced her lungs.

This sword completely destroyed her Eight Realms Sword Intent, and all her cultivation was reduced to ashes.

With this sword, she will become a disabled person from now on.

But there was no trace of regret on Bai Zhi's blood-stained face. She took a few steps back and stumbled to the ground, still laughing wildly:

"Are you satisfied?"

"This woman died under your sword!"

Since Du Fang wanted to kill everyone without leaving a single survivor, she would drag this woman with her to be buried with her!

Bai Zhi was lying on the blood-stained floor, laughing wildly. This woman who always loved cleanliness, never had dirt on her body, and always dressed solemnly, now fell in a pool of blood, rolling on the ground like a madman.

Li Qingshuang didn't make a sound from beginning to end. Her face showed expressions of disappointment, despair, pity, sorrow, and love one by one.

She had been keeping an eye on this young man since she first came up the mountain.

Looking at his lonely back, he often watched the sunset alone in the pavilion in the back mountain.

That lonely and desolate back.

It made her heart ache.

During these seven years, he has always been in her heart like a shadow. When he went down the mountain to kill the mirror monster, he was cheerful and open-minded, and when he was trying to seize the immortal spirit, he was selfless, and then he went to Jianmen.

It was like holding a baby in my arms, watching him grow into a young man in three months.

Most people will not understand this feeling of love that comes from pity.

But Li Qingshuang herself knew how unforgettable this feeling was.

The man she loved was finally completely corrupted by the fairy flower, and the man named Du Fang would also die with her.

A forced smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Perhaps, if there really is an underworld and a Yellow Springs Road, I might meet him on the road.

Although she was smiling, her tears still flowed like pearls and jade across her fair face and dripped into the dust.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of Li Qingshuang's eyes:

More than seven years ago, when Du Fang went up the mountain to be selected to become an outer disciple, his stubborn and fierce eyes were replaced by crazy joy.

The sunset that day was beautiful, with purple clouds filling the sky, just like the feeling she had when she secretly ran to the pavilion in the back mountain and waited for the young man to come, beautiful yet nervous.

Sadly, there will never be such a time again.

Li Qingshuang finally closed her eyes.

As the Chengying Divine Sword was pulled out, the blood and energy in Du Fang's body dissipated, and he suddenly fell down and landed heavily on the ground.

On Lingxiao Mountain, it seems that even thousands of years of wind and frost cannot erase the sadness of this moment.

The first soft and beautiful light in the sky blends into the golden dawn of the early morning.

Du Fang finally woke up.

The fairy's flower soul absorbed enough souls and blood to fall into a deep sleep.

From beginning to end, Du Fang remembered every scene clearly, but he was powerless to do anything.

When Bai Zhi's blood sword pierced his body, the blood was drawn out and dried up, when his consciousness was about to faint, when that charming voice sounded in his mind.

'Child, burn your soul!'

This body was no longer his own. Mo Ling's evil spirit broke free from the black divine seal, which suppressed his soul deep in his mind. He watched everything that happened with his own eyes.

The headmaster was nailed to the statue, and Lingxiao's disciples were chopped into a bloody mist.

Li Qingshuang was caught in Baizhi's hand, and with one sword, the immortal spirit pierced through both of them.

He could do nothing, and Du Fang squatted down in pain.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground. Bai Zhi's body disappeared, and Li Qingshuang's body also disappeared.

On the dusty bluestone slab, there were two undried tear marks, wrapped in dust, sparkling in the morning light, as beautiful as dewdrops.

Du Fang carefully put it away. These were the tears of his favorite woman, something left behind before her death.

Du Fang was very clear about the power of that sword.

Even Bai Zhi, a sword cultivator at the eighth level, couldn't resist and all her cultivation was destroyed. Needless to say, Li Qingshuang, who was at the fourth level, had her entire body's vitality completely destroyed by that sword.

Du Fang sat on the ground, looking at Lingxiao Mountain and the clouds floating around.

He seemed to see Li Qingshuang's sad smile, looking at him from the clouds. Above the sky, the clouds finally dispersed bit by bit.

The wind and clouds are turbulent, and the sky and earth are rustling.

The clouds dissipated, and Du Fang just sat there blankly, watching the scene from dawn to dusk, and then to the rising stars and the bright moon in the sky.

There was no joy, sorrow, or tears in his heart.

There was nothing left in this world to linger on, and thoughts of suicide came and went.

He avenged his great hatred, killed his lover, and destroyed the sect on which he depended for survival with his own hands.

There is no Lingxiao and no Du Fang in this world anymore.

Yet, a lingering resentment lingered in his heart. His nephew was still in Lingxiao, and he hadn't fulfilled his promise to Empress Qingyao to kill Qingling and Ziling.

The evil spirit of the immortal who killed his lover, master, and friend is still in his body.

He was the last person left in the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

I must not die.

Once he dies, the aspirations of the ancestors of Lingxiao for thousands of years will be destroyed in his hands.

Du Fang just sat there blankly until the morning light filled the sky again.

Suddenly, a small animal ran out from the square. It sniffed here and there with its clever nose, and finally ran hesitantly in front of Du Fang.

It’s Wang Er.

This little mouse, who had followed him through thick and thin, this weak creature, had survived two cleansings with the blood of the Lingxiao Sword and was living well on Lingxiao Mountain.

At this moment, Du Fang seemed to have found the motivation to survive.

He picked up Wang Er, stared into its eyes, and laughed:

"I am the former Du Fang, if you remember correctly. Come! Let's go down the mountain together to find the magic formula to peel off the soul!"

He laughed loudly and walked down the stone steps of Lingxiao Mountain.

But tears fell drop by drop, covering the blood-stained clothes.