Ninth-level fairy

When entering Longqi City, Du Fang deliberately found a piece of manure in the farmland, but no matter how he smelled, he could not smell any stench.

Now not only my sense of taste is gone, but my sense of smell as well.

Du Fang was determined to find the snack street and walked along the street filled with the strong flavor of life.

Look at the fragrant pork belly and golden pork elbow.

Du Fang finally gave up hope. His sense of taste and smell had completely disappeared. After the depressed mood passed, Du Fang suddenly wanted to laugh.

He bought a mirror and looked at his face.

It was a typical woman's face.

She has fair skin and picturesque features.

His appearance is somewhat similar to Mo Ling in the Tomb of the Human Emperor, but he also has his own facial features.

He became a woman.

This fact made him laugh and cry.

Du Fang immediately reached out and touched his crotch.

Fortunately, the masculine features are still there, including the Adam's apple.

But this result was even more unacceptable to him. Had he completely transformed into a hermaphrodite?

A feeling of dejection and depression enveloped him. He found a piece of bluestone, sat on it, and kept thinking intently:

Is this the consequence of not breaking through the second realm of immortal power and the damage caused to the body?

Or was it the aftereffect of being possessed by the immortal's blood and energy, or was it the side effect of using the ninth-order divine weapon when he crossed the border?

He counted on his fingers and began to speculate one by one:

He had failed to break through at that time, and when he sat up from the coffin, blood was flowing from all seven orifices. Logically, he should have had tinnitus and blindness in his eyes and ears, which meant that it was not a sequelae of the failure of the realm.

He crossed the border and used this ninth-order divine weapon, and his spiritual consciousness remained intact. What exactly caused this?

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure it out.

Du Fang hesitated for a long time and finally walked into the clinic.

The doctor looked left and right, up and down, and finally came to the conclusion: you are not sick.

This is even more strange. How could a healthy person with no illness develop such strange symptoms?

Du Fang sat cross-legged on the bluestone and began to think carefully about the words that Empress Qingyao had said in the tomb. He had not had the chance to think carefully since he came out of the tomb. Now was the perfect opportunity.

Qingyao had said that day that immortal spirits were the product of the saints of heaven and earth refining all the evil spirits, and they were extremely ferocious.

The black spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness will absorb the souls and blood of all living beings around him.

Mo Ling has brought himself into an irretrievable situation. If this happens a few more times, Du Fang will become the public enemy of all cultivators in the Nine Continents, a rat crossing the street that everyone will despise and want to kill.

No!

Absolutely not!

Du Fang gritted his teeth. There was still a chance. When Mo Ling took over this body again, he still had a chance to save it. This was not only to save himself, but also to save the countless lives and cultivators in Shenzhou.

If you are completely corrupted and fallen.

Then Brother Mo’s prediction is about to come true.

The fairy will grow up to be a demon that brings disaster to the world.

"Then after I get out of here, will I be able to control this body?" He remembered this sentence again.

"Not necessarily. You are a yang body, and the immortal spirit is a yin body. You are the immortal grass, and the black spirit is the flower soul. The black spirit in your body, like the purple spirit and the green spirit, has been corrupted and fallen.

After you leave here, you must first rely on your own willpower to suppress the fairy flower soul in your sea of ​​consciousness and restrain your killing power...

Restrain your killing power.

The power of immortals is the power of killing, and Du Fang shuddered.

If his mind were completely taken away, he would be no different from Qing Ling and Zi Ling, bringing disaster to the world.

Du Fang thought of another word - internal cutting and external cultivation.

"Inside, I will slay the evil spirit of Mo Ling, and outside, I will cultivate the nine sword techniques..."

The Nine Secrets of Sword Dao, Du Fang suddenly remembered the box and the yellow bamboo slips that he took out from under the coffin on the Three Lives Stone.

There was no name. As soon as his hand touched the bamboo slips, the entire yellow bamboo slips suddenly began to disappear.

At the same time, a text appeared in Du Fang's mind:

The swordsman breaks through the void on the other side and conquers all the heavens and worlds.

The golden characters on the yellow bamboo slips appeared one by one:

As strong as a sword, as upright as a sword...

Every font was engraved in his mind:

Like the bending of a sword, like the sharp edge of a sword...

The secret of cultivation is that the soul enters the sea of ​​suffering, crosses the divine bridge, passes through the wandering qi palace, stays in the fairy platform, then travels around the Taoist palace for 49 days, transforms into the dragon spine, and enters the great perfection.

Practice Taoism and learn from nature.

The Nine Sword Techniques are the general principles of the sword technique, and are also the sword techniques for practicing that were left to Empress Qingyao by her remaining spiritual consciousness.

Cut inside and cultivate outside, the outside cultivation is these nine secrets.

Since the shattering of the primitive world, countless times have fairies wreaked havoc on the human world.

The powerful people in Jiuzhou have already set up divine restrictions everywhere to deal with immortals.

Not only do you have to defeat the powerful, but your own yang body must also reach the ninth level of sword cultivation in order to maximize the power of the immortal spirit.

Du Fang closed his eyes and pondered these words:

The immortal spirit and blood in his body will surely attract the encirclement and suppression of many powerful cultivators.

They couldn't allow a fairy to grow and bring countless disasters. This was a restriction, and also a warning they set...

Once this immortal blood and energy of his is released, he will be surrounded and attacked.

Du Fang smiled bitterly.

Suddenly, the sounds of countless sharp sword whistles were heard from above the sky.

These sword cultivators were flying their swords at an extremely fast speed, as if something major had happened. Countless rainbow lights were heading towards the direction of Longyuan Divine Mountain.

In less than a moment, countless sword beams shot up into the sky throughout the entire Longqi City, and almost a thousand sword cultivators controlled their swords and flew towards the Longyuan Divine Mountain.

Du Fang stared blankly.

The people around him looked at the rainbow light with longing.

He sighed, "We're going to fight again!"

Here, cultivators and mortals live together, so this kind of thing is no longer surprising to them.

Du Fang smiled bitterly. It seemed that the death of the Lord of Longyuan Sword Sect had alarmed all the cultivators in the city.

Once something like this happens, we can no longer stay in the city.

Du Fang hurried out of the city. As he approached the city gate, he immediately felt a dangerous aura locking onto him. Du Fang said nothing, and did not turn back.

He walked out of the city gate and into the woods beside the road. Suddenly, he drew his sword and shouted:

"Get out here, man!"

Du Fang suddenly counterattacked with the strong murderous intent on the Chengying sword, aiming at the big tree behind him.

A gentle and peaceful voice suddenly said:

"The donor is on the verge of death, yet he still refuses to repent!"

An old monk in a gray-white cloth robe and with nine scars on his head walked out from behind the tree. He held a string of brown Buddhist beads in his hand and looked at Du Fang with a compassionate face.

Du Fang abruptly stopped the sword that was full of murderous intent, his face full of astonishment:

"Qing...Master Qinghe!"