Ninth-level fairy

The chief worshipper chuckled:

"Lingxiao's Xuanzhen, that old bastard, actually pretended to obey the Lord of the Wilderness, but secretly disobeyed him. He killed my sect's Sixth Realm Elder and the Fifth Realm Yama Luo, and even stole the Immortal Spirit Divine Flower, and dared to hide the divine object. Not only you, the bald donkey of Hongfa Temple, but all the disciples of Lingxiao are the souls that fell under the sword of the Lord of the Wilderness!"

Master Qinghe's face turned pale and he sighed miserably:

"Amitabha, Lord Baihuang has committed such a murderous sin without knowing right from wrong. Today, the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, the Buddha glares in anger, and for the sake of all living beings in the world, I am here to slay the demons and monsters!"

Countless golden Buddha lights suddenly shone above the black Buddhist beads.

Du Fang suddenly stepped forward, pointed at them, and said coldly:

"Were you present when the Lingxiao disciples were massacred that day?"

The chief priest laughed wildly towards the sky: "Look, look, this is a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, but it's just a low-class sword sect, and you dare to talk to me like this!"

Suddenly, his laughter stopped, and a sinister look appeared on his face:

"So what? Not only did I kill three hundred Lingxiao cultivators that day, I also cut off the nose and ears of a man named Du and nailed him to the ground. That man is your eldest brother, right?"

Du Fang suddenly felt that he could no longer suppress the anger in his body, and his expression began to become dazed.

The chief priest sneered again:

"Do you think that you, with your immortal body and a severely injured seventh-level monk, can kill all of us?"

Master Qinghe suddenly pulled him behind him and whispered:

"Don't do it, it will trigger the magical power of the immortal spirits and aggravate your Taoist injuries!"

"All you have to do is watch. It's not your turn to attack these Dragon Source Sword Sect rubbish!"

The chief priest suddenly shouted, "Sword formation!"

The nine priests in front and the sixteen red-robed disciples in the back immediately took their positions, and twenty-five red sword beams rose up at the same time.

The chief priest pointed his sword at Master Qinghe. A red light flashed on the sword. As he pointed the sword, the soil under his feet suddenly began to tremble.

A strong wind suddenly arose, and countless mud and sand were rolled towards the tip of his sword.

His body flew up diagonally along with the sword, and he shouted, "Remnants of the Lingxiao Sect, die!"

Nine sixth-level sword cultivators and sixteen fifth-level sword cultivators. This time, Long Yuan sent out all the best fighters.

After the chief priest flew into the air, all the trees around the forest bowed their heads, as if they could not withstand the pressure of the sword.

The rainbow light on the great priest's sword suddenly increased, as fast as lightning, and pierced towards the center of Master Qinghe's eyebrows.

"Amitabha!"

Master Qinghe chanted a Buddhist name, and golden light suddenly surged from his hand. The Buddhist beads flew up one by one, drawing a golden halo and circling towards the tip of the sword.

The chief priest pointed casually, and the three priests behind him shouted at the same time:

"Bah!"

The sword energy immediately shattered the golden light circle. Just as Master Qinghe flew up, he suddenly stumbled. The four great priests were simultaneously wrapped in blood, and four red sharp blades were drawn out, spinning and strangling towards Master Qinghe's body.

The golden light was strangled into strands and the golden circle shattered.

Master Qinghe's body fell directly from the air, spitting out blood.

"A seventh-level divine cultivator is nothing more than this!"

The chief priest sneered, looking at Master Qinghe's body, with the tip of his sword pointing at his throat:

"I didn't kill you today because I wanted to give people in the city a place to burn incense. If you know what's good for you, get out of here!"

Master Qinghe sighed deeply and said:

"If it weren't for the combined attack of Wushuang City Lord and Xingluo City Lord, I wouldn't have been injured and wouldn't have been able to survive a single blow from your sword!"

A few days ago, he went to Lingxiao Mountain specifically to find out the cause of his fellow apprentice's death. As a result, he met Chen Luo and Lu Wushuang. The two sides did not get along well, and Chen Luo relied on the magic weapon, the jade axe, in his hand.

His expression and tone were extremely arrogant, as if he thought that Master Qinghe was also here to snatch Lingxiao's fairy flower.

He attacked directly and inflicted deep wounds on Master Qinghe.

And today, he was struck by an immortal spirit again, breaking his Buddhist seal.

Du Fang looked at the old monk. The master knew the mayors of the two cities, so he had naturally fought with them before. Today, in order to save himself, he was hit hard by Mo Ling's soul again.

The two forces finally completely defeated the kind-hearted old monk.

At this time, if he did not take action, there would be no morality. Even if Mo Ling would take over his soul again, he would kill the enemy in front of him.

As soon as Du Fang took a step forward, the chief priest's expression tightened and he immediately said:

"Sacrificial tripod!"

The sixteen disciples behind him suddenly flew up at the same time and turned into a circle of heaven and earth. Each of the priests in black clothes and red satin stood in the circle, pointing their long swords to the sky with solemn expressions on their faces.

In the center of the Qiankun circle.

A two-meter-high golden cauldron slowly took shape.

The chief priest looked at the huge tripod and sneered:

"This is the Immortal Cauldron, an eighth-rank divine weapon that specifically restrains the evil power of immortals. Come up and try it today if you're brave enough!"

Du Fang looked cold and took another step forward.

What a bullshit immortal cauldron. He could even cut down Bai Zhi from the eighth realm who had the Star Sea Pearl in her hand. Even the jade-carving axe of the Wushuang City Lord was defeated by his magic weapon.

What other magical weapon in this world can compare with his 'Chengying' ninth-level magic weapon?

Seeing that he was about to take action, Master Qinghe suddenly shouted:

"Go quickly! Never use your fairy power!"

Du Fang chuckled and said, "Master, please move away from me. I'm afraid of hurting you!" Suddenly, with a ghostly smile, Master Qinghe's entire body flew hundreds of feet into the air.

A voice came from afar: "Don't..."

Du Fang suddenly drew his sword and attacked.

He rushed directly into the Qiankun Diagram with the sword, and the sword body stabbed towards the Chengxian Cauldron that was shining with golden light.

The chief priest flew up, bit his tongue, and sprayed his blood onto the sword. Suddenly, a sharp red light appeared on the entire Qiankun Circle.

Kneeling in the air, muttering:

"Master Long Yuan, today I will borrow the power of the Immortal Cauldron to help me kill the enemy. I am willing to sacrifice three years of my life."

"please!"

As soon as the word came out.

The blood-red aura filled the entire sword body. The sword body was red, illuminating all directions. The sword body in the hands of the chief priest kept shaking, and was connected to the Qiankun Circle.

A light net was formed.

Du Fang immediately felt his body begin to stagnate. Countless golden lights emanated from the immortal cauldron, squeezing his entire body and causing his blood to surge.

All the blood vessels in my body seem to be squeezed and forced out.

The scarlet breath with yellow light covered the sky.

The chief priest roared:

The cycle of six reincarnations—kill!

The red light scattered, and six rays of light came with a captivating aura, with a murderous aura. The wind was blowing, and the world seemed to stand still in that moment.

Du Fang suddenly felt his heart stop for a moment.

It was obvious that these people had already known the power of the immortals and were fully prepared this time.

Every move is a killing blow.

Du Fang suddenly grinned, "I'm afraid this is still not enough!"

The immortal blood energy above his head suddenly surged out like a whale sucking water, and the murderous intent on the sword in the entire Qiankun circle was absorbed into the blood energy.

All of this immortal power was poured into the Chengying sword in his hand.

The brilliant light spread out, growing larger and larger. The power of the sword continued to surge, like an ancient beast that had been opened from its cage, its bloody mouth agape.

A terrifying aura immediately enveloped the entire world.