Ninth-level fairy

The fairy spirit was not dead. He wanted to separate her from his soul and completely destroy the culprit who brought him into the abyss.

Although he was unwilling to review the previous scene, Du Fang knew that if he could not master the rules of the fairy flower soul, he would still be possessed by the evil spirit in the next moment and become a murderous demon and a bloodthirsty devil.

Even the killing techniques that are despised by evil cultivators will still happen to him again.

Du Fang did not fly on his sword. He carefully considered every detail of his fall into evil ways:

When his consciousness began to fade and become blurred, the black divine light in his mind began to turn red, and Mo Ling's entire black body broke free from his mind.

The black ink spirit's soul was so murderous that its own soul was suppressed and trembled, almost motionless in the corner.

At the same time, a cruel blood demon seemed to be injected into the body.

He controls this immortal body and continuously slaughters every living being, draining their blood, essence, and soul.

A terrible thought suddenly popped up in his mind:

"Is this the true magical power of the fairy spirit?"

His body suddenly stopped. He was paving the way to immortality for himself at the cost of the lives of all living beings. If this was the so-called way of immortality, he would rather not have such cruel power.

Du Fang sat down silently.

This was not what he wanted, nor was it what she wanted.

However, everything has become an ironclad fact.

Master Xuanji, the scene that Senior Sister Qingshuang was most worried about finally happened.

He was corrupted by the power of immortal spirits and completely degenerated, becoming a true demon that brought disaster to the world.

The voices of Empress Qingyao and Mo Qingfeng rang in his ears at the same time:

"Every time a fairy flower is born, one-third of the living beings in the nine divine lands will die..."

Du Fang took a deep breath. One continent governs three to nine prefectures, and one prefecture governs six continents.

Zhongzezhou, where Guang Lingxiao is located, has a population of one million. If we expand it to Nancangzhou, the population is no less than 80 million. Looking at the entire Shenzhou, it is almost an astronomical figure.

How many people's blood has been stained on his immortal body?

One third, I can’t even imagine it.

Du Fang thought of his uncle Xuanzhen, the headmaster, and the elders and offerings who had sacrificed their lives. From the moment they entered the sect, glorifying the sword sect became their only belief and mission in life.

They spend their entire lives striving for this goal.

And now, he is the only disciple left in Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Du Fang suddenly smiled. Three months, in the world of cultivators, three months is so short. In a large sect with 3,000 disciples, there was only one person left.

Three months ago, he was still an uninitiated second-rank outer disciple, fighting for a spot in the sword competition. Senior Sister Qingshuang was a sword prodigy admired and respected by everyone, and Master Xuanji was the head of the sword sect, leading 3,600 disciples.

And now, these people have all been killed by the immortal spirits they cultivated.

God's will plays tricks on people.

There was no more grief and anger in his heart.

He just sat there, the world was solemn, and the storm came suddenly.

The heavy rain wet his face, and Du Fang sat in the rain like a zombie.

Hope is the most beautiful thing in the world, but now, without hope, there is no place to linger in this world.

The rainstorm completely washed away the bloodstains on Lingxiao Mountain, and above the sky, the black clouds finally dissipated bit by bit.

Du Fang wiped the rain off his face and stood up.

A thought came to mind:

"Let's go to Longyuan Sword Sect. At least my nephew is there."

"Whether he recognizes me or not, he is still my blood relative!"

Du Fang summoned Chengying, broke through the air, passed through the rainbow after the rain, and headed towards Longyuan Sacred Mountain.

The Longyuan Sword Sect is located in the sacred mountain.

At the foot of the sacred mountain is Longqi City, which is densely populated and bustling with restaurants.

It is only a few hundred miles away from Lingxiao Mountain.

Longqi City has a population of no less than one million and is the largest capital of Nancangzhou. Ordinary people do not know the origin of the name of this city and there are all kinds of rumors.

But Du Fang knew that the Longyuan Sword Sect came from here.

Dragon's abode, the abyss!

The city was built on an ancient ruin. Legend has it that there were ancient alien species in the ruins.

But no one has ever seen it.

Long Yuan established his sect here by taking one character from each name and named it Long Yuan Sword Sect.

At this time, outside Longqi City, the rainbow after the rain had just disappeared and the sudden rain had just stopped.

Master Wang, who runs a noodle shop, yawned boredly and stared at the buttocks of women passing by on the street.

Just as he was about to close his stall and go home to pick up his wife, suddenly, a woman wearing a Taoist robe and covered in mud walked out of the mud.

This person's outfit was so strange. Her Taoist robe was loose, like a man's clothes, but her face was so delicate, like a charming and beautiful woman.

Especially the eyes, which are so captivating.

Master Wang felt excited when he saw the bright red lips.

Such a beautiful woman, yet she seemed to have just rolled out of the quagmire.

Master Wang immediately became curious and asked with a smile, "Miss, where are you from?"

The woman was about to sit down when she heard the voice. She suddenly stopped, looked at Master Wang, and said:

"Do I look like a woman?"

"Not at all! What would you like, sir?" Master Wang is a businessman with a very quick mind. The girl's voice still sounds very masculine.

"Three bowls of egg noodles, please!"

Du Fang sat down. He had been to Longqi City several times, but he didn't know much about the strength of the Longyuan Sword Sect. He only knew that there were no less than twenty elders in the sixth realm.

It is said that he has tens of thousands of disciples, but no one has ever seen them.

There are also Tiangang sword cultivators guarding the major thoroughfares, each of whom is a powerful warrior at the peak of the fifth realm.

In these three months, the number of elders who died was just a drop in the bucket.

Long Yuan's foundation and strength are second to none in the entire Nancang Continent.

Even their sphere of influence can extend over a thousand miles around.

Chang Qingzi said that there were ninth-level sword cultivators in Longyuan, so Du Fang did not act rashly and attack them rashly.

He wanted to wait until dark, so he sat down here and warmed himself up before talking.

But the words of the noodle shop chef immediately made him alert to something.

"Come on!"

Chef Wang brought the steaming hot noodles over, walked over with a grin, and said, "Sir, please sit inside. It just rained outside, and the tables and chairs are all wet!"

"It's okay!" Du Fang looked indifferent and lowered his head.

Master Wang suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood. He had been dealing with fresh meat for many years, so he naturally understood what was going on. He immediately retracted his neck and went into the kitchen.

As a businessman, never ask questions that you shouldn't ask.

Ordinary people like them may very likely bring about fatal disaster because of a single word.

Du Fang suddenly asked in confusion, "Boss, why don't you put salt in your noodles?"

Master Wang's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He thought this guy was here to cause trouble.

He hurried out, put the salt shaker on the table, and said with an apologetic smile:

"Sir, please add it yourself. If you like strong flavors, you can add more. This is iodized salt, which has a strong flavor!"

When he turned around, he saw Du Fang constantly adding salt to the noodles, taking one bite at a time while muttering, "Why is it tasteless?"

Half a can of salt was poured into the bowl, but Du Fang was still mumbling, "Why is it still tasteless? Shopkeeper, this isn't salt!"

Master Wang walked up with a smile on his face, put his sticky finger on his tongue and licked it:

"It's salt, sir, can't you taste it?"

Du Fang realized something was wrong and immediately said:

"Give me some more of your sugar and vinegar!"

Vinegar, pepper, salt and seasonings were immediately placed on the table.

Du Fang tried them one by one.

He finally confirmed one thing: he had no sense of taste.